The World Is Mine For The Taking

Now that the third semester was in full swing, the air in the academy buzzed with tension as the student council election loomed ever closer. Campaign posters were slapped across walls, announcements blared through enchanted speakers, and the candidates' voices filled the halls as they pitched themselves to the students. While some students didn't seem to give a shit, plenty of others were throwing their support behind their preferred candidates. All in all, the election buzz was heating up fast.

There were ten candidates in total vying for the title of president, but only two had the entire academy's attention. Mainly, Princess Myrcella and Princess Titania.

For a while, Princess Myrcella had held a commanding lead. She was polished, regal, and exuded the kind of authority that made you want to kneel without being asked. But Titania was quickly catching up, her sudden transformation lighting up the academy like wildfire. The once arrogant princess who had strutted around like she owned the place now carried herself with charisma and purpose. Gone was the stuck-up brat who demanded everyone bow and scrape in her presence. In her place stood a driven, inspiring leader who had the students rallying behind her in droves. Watching her flourish this way sent a swell of pride through me—this was my girlfriend stepping into her greatness and proving everyone wrong.

Meanwhile, the outgoing president, Artemis, was preparing for her departure from the council.

I was sitting with her in the council room, the soft light from the enchanted crystal overhead casting a faint glow over the well-worn desk she leaned against.

"It's a strange feeling," Artemis admitted, her voice tinged with melancholy. Her fingertips traced the grain of the wood, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. "This desk, this office—it's been my world for three years. Now I'm leaving it all behind."

"You've been president for two years and vice president for one," I said, my tone curious. "Doesn't it feel satisfying, knowing you've accomplished so much?"

"Oh, absolutely," she replied with a small chuckle. "I've poured my heart into this place, making it better however I could. It's fulfilling, no doubt about that. But it's still hard to let go of something that's been such a big part of my life."

Artemis was in her fourth year now, her graduation looming on the horizon like the final chapter of a long and winding book.

"You're set on becoming a magic knight, right?" I asked, tilting my head as I watched her. "That's why you came here in the first place, isn't it? To graduate from the gold class and make your mark?"

She rested her palm flat against the desk. "I don't know anymore," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I used to think it was my goal for coming to this place. Becoming a magic knight would mean having the resources, the connections, the network to find the others—the elves who've been trafficked, forced into prostitution, stripped of their dignity." Her voice trembled for just a moment before she steadied herself. "But now… I'm not sure it's worth it. I've built credibility here. I've made a difference. I don't think becoming a knight will give me more than I already have." Stay connected with empire

Her reason for wanting to join the knights had always been noble. But now, it seemed like the weight of her experiences had shifted her priorities, her once-clear vision clouded by new perspectives.

"In fact," she continued, turning her gaze to me, her expression softening, "I think I'd rather stay by your side, Leon."

"Stay with me?" I echoed.

She nodded. "I want to work for you. Just like Professor Gabrielle and Miss Amon. I want to be your ally, your support. I mean, our marriage hasn't happened yet, but let's be honest—you're already my husband in everything but name. And as your wife, it's only natural for me to stand by your side and help you in any way I can."

The way she said that was honestly kind of sweet.

"Besides," she purred, her voice teasing yet firm, "working for Leonamon is leagues better than dealing with the bullshit of corrupt higher-ups or becoming a magic knight. The flow of information in Leonamon, the network you've built—it's everything I could use to find the others. But..." She tilted her head, her sly grin widening. "If you don't want me sticking around and would rather use me to get dirt on the magic knights, I could just apply there instead. Your call."

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head at her boldness. "I'm not about to force you into anything you don't want, Artemis. You only wanted to be a magic knight to track down the elves who were taken, to use their massive network to find them. But with Leonamon, you can achieve the same goal without jumping through hoops. And you already know I'll do whatever it takes to help you with that."

I stood and stepped closer to her, lifting her chin with my fingers as her emerald green eyes locked onto mine. "If you want to stay by my side forever, then who am I to deny you that?"

I leaned in and kissed her deeply, feeling her lips soften against mine.

"Have I ever told you that this office is soundproof?" she asked, pulling back slightly with a wicked smile curling her lips.

"No, I don't think you have," I said, my brow arching.

"Well," she said, biting her lower lip with a sultry gleam in her eye, "do you want to test just how much sound it can contain?"

I smirked. "Yeah, I do."

"Then make me."

Her words were a dare, and I wasn't about to back down. She turned around, placing her hands flat on the desk, her top half pressing against the polished wood. Her firm ass was raised, teasing me as she looked back over her shoulder, her gaze heated. Grabbing the waistband of her pants and panties, I yanked them down in one swift motion, the fabric sliding off to reveal her bare, flawless skin. The fabric pooled around her ankles.

I unbuckled my belt, freeing my cock, which was already throbbing with need. Gripping her hips, I aligned myself and pushed into her in one smooth thrust. There was no need for foreplay. Her pussy was dripping wet, welcoming me with no resistance as my cock sank all the way to the hilt.

"Hnnnnaaaaaaaaaa!"

Her body arched, her back curving beautifully as she cried out. Her pussy clenched around me, impossibly tight even though I'd just entered her.

"You're already this wet," I murmured, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "And just from one thrust, it looks like you've cum a little already."

"I-It's only natural," she managed to gasp, her voice trembling. "It's been so long since you've been inside me."

I gripped her lean ass firmly and began slamming my cock into her without holding back. Her butt wasn't as plump as her mother's—Solaris was a walking definition of voluptuousness—but it fit perfectly into my hands. Maybe it was because she was an elf, her slender figure lending her a different kind of allure. I couldn't help but wonder if her body would ever mature into the same busty shape as Solaris's. Would it happen after she started having children? That seemed like the natural progression.

"Hnnn, haaa, ahhh, aaah, haaa~"

Her pussy hugged my cock like a molten vice, its slick, velvety heat wrapping around me with an intensity that made my head spin. The tightness was insane, and the way her juices coated my length made every thrust feel like I was plunging into something forbidden and divine. Her back arched with every movement, her lean body trembling under the sheer force of my thrusts.

The sight of her giving in so completely, her body and voice dripping with lust, made my blood boil. My hips moved like a beast possessed, slamming into her over and over with an unrelenting hunger. The sound of my cock slapping into her pussy was loud and obscene, each thrust punctuated by the creak of the desk under her weight.

"Haaa, haaaa, haaaaa!"

Her moans echoed loudly, completely unrestrained, as the soundproof room swallowed every noise. No one outside would hear the symphony of pleasure we were creating.

Seeing her so completely undone sent a rush of exhilaration through me, fueling my movements.

"Haaaa, haaa, uhh, hii... hiii! Aaaaaaaah, aah, haaaa~"

Her pussy gripped me tighter with every thrust, the slick walls parting and clenching as my cock drove in deep. Each pull sent a fresh wave of her juices splattering against my thighs and the desk.

Artemis's body was aflame, her skin glowing with heat as her breathing came in erratic gasps. Her face was pure debauchery—her tongue hanging from her parted lips, her eyes glazed with overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, the tightness driving me closer to the edge.

"Hnnnnaaaaaaaaa~, I'm going to cum, Leon...! Please, cum with me...!"

My grip on her hips tightened, and her body shook violently as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, milking me with a desperate intensity. I felt the heat surging up from deep within me, and with a final, powerful thrust, I erupted.

A scalding torrent of cum burst from me, spilling into her with an almost violent force.

"Aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaah...! I-It's coming out...! The white hot stuff is pouring inside me...! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

Her voice cracked with pleasure as she took everything I had to give, her pussy twitching as it tried to hold onto every last drop. When I finally pulled out, the thick streams of cum began leaking from her, spilling over her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

"Ah... It's going to leak..."

She reached down, cupping her hand between her legs in a futile attempt to stop the flow. Her eyes met mine, hazy with satisfaction, her lips parted as she let out shallow, heated breaths.

"Ha... That was amazing..." she whispered.