From: https://www.deviantart.com/avianseptember[1] which contains a gallery of illustrations.
The Benevolent Mistress tavern buzzed with activity as patrons filled the room, their chatter rising to the rafters. Servers wove between the crowded tables, balancing trays laden with overflowing mugs of ale and steaming plates of hearty fare.
Bell Cranel sat alone at a small table tucked in the back corner, his white hair and red eyes marking him as an outsider amongst the sea of rugged adventurers. He fidgeted with his mug, eyes darting nervously around the room.
The tavern door swung open and a hush fell over the crowd as Riveria Ljos Alf of the esteemed Loki Familia glided in. Her forest green hair shimmered under her gold circlet and her emerald eyes flashed as they scanned the room. She moved with a regal grace, back straight and chin held high, her ornate white robes swishing around her lithe form.
Riveria's gaze landed on Bell and she approached his table, the crowd parting reverently before her. Bell scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair in his haste. He ducked his head in a quick bow, cheeks flushing.
"R-Riveria-sama?" He said.
"Good afternoon, Bell Cranel." Said she. "I apologize for the short notice, but I appreciate you taking the time to meet me."
"Not at all. It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Riveria." Said he. "And thank you for everything you did for me on the eighteenth floor."
"Think nothing of it. You did well for yourself. Now then, allow me to get to the matter at hand. I'm afraid this is going to be rather one-sided, but I hope that you'll hear me out until the end. I am not here on behalf of Loki Familia. Rather, I am here as an individual."
Her emerald eyes glinted thoughtfully, a hint of curiosity and intrigue flickering in their depths as she considered Bell's words. After a moment of contemplative silence, Riveria spoke again, her melodic voice filled with a gentle probing tone..
"Aiz has taken an interest in you, as of late." Said she. "My curiosity is piqued, too. What is the secret of your fast growth? That is what I have come to ask."
"Well..." Said he, "I'm not exactly sure how to answer that. I'm sorry. I wish I knew."
"You don't know?"
He does not seem to be hiding anything... she mused.
"I'm really sorry! If I could figure out the reason, I would. I'm just not sure what it is... And I can't just tell you that it's because I want to catch up to Miss Aiz!"
"Is Aiz your idol, Bell Cranel?"
"Huh?"
"You wish to become as strong as she."
"Y-yes..."
"Why? What is it that motivates you to go to such lengths? You have become stronger at a dizzying pace. Is it because of Bete running his mouth?"
"N-No, it's because, the Loki Familia, you're all my idols."
"Oh? So am I also your idol?"
"Yes. You're so calm and collected, and you're always so dignified and cool. You're so smart, and you always seem to know everything, and you can control the entire battlefield with your magic... You're incredible."
"Y-you... flatter me. I see. Thank you for the compliment. So, we are your idols..."
"And... you're so beautiful."
"Pardon? B-beautiful?"
What is going on? He is too cute! What is this feeling? Both her mind and heart began to race. No, no, no, no, no! I cannot get caught up in this! I have a duty to uphold! I have a duty to fulfill! I cannot let my guard down!
"You are not answering my question." She continured.
"Ah, sorry!" Bell stammered. "The truth is... I want to be Aiz's equal."
"Her equal? I do not understand. Can you elaborate?"
!Well, to put it bluntly, I want to be with her, at least for a little while. That way, I can repay her for saving me."
"Saving you... Do you mean literally saving your life?"
"Yes. I owe everything to her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be here."
"Lefiya sees her the same way as you do. Curious. You have the same fire in your eyes."
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Don't let it trouble you. In any case, you wish to catch up to her, but what is it that you will do once you have caught up? What is your end goal?"
"I will, um..."
Lefiya barged in, her footsteps echoing with purpose as she marched straight towards Bell, her eyes blazing with fiery determination. Her whole demeanor radiated an intense resolve, as if she had decided that nothing in the world could deter her from her mission.
"Bell Cranel! Pervert! Hentai! I'm here to protect Aiz-san and Riveria-sama from the likes of you!"
"Lefiya? What brings you here? I told you not to pursue me." Said Riveria.
"M-Miss Lefiya?! What's going on?!" Said Bell.
"Silence, you foul beast!" lefiya said with a great bellow. "How dare you approach Riveria-sama with your wicked ways?! You should be ashamed!"
"Lefiya, wait. It is not like that..." Riveria began, but Lefiya cut her off.
"Do not worry, Riveria-sama." Said Lefiya. "I'll protect you from this lech. You're not laying a finger on Riveria-sama or Aiz-san. Not while I'm here!"
"I-I didn't do anything!" Bell protested.
"Oh no, not yet. But you will. Don't try to act innocent. I overheard you earlier, you know! Don't try to deny it! 'Miss Riveria, you are so sexy' were your exact words!"
"Whaaaaaat?! When did I say that?!"
"Lefiya, were you eavesdropping?" Riveria said. I suppose I can understand why she misheard him, she thought to herself. But this is a misunderstanding nevertheless.
"I never said that!" Bell shrieked.
"Yes, you did!" Lefiya fired back. "Don't even try to lie your way out of this. I won't let you get away with it. You are a pervert of the highest order. I won't allow the likes of you to go near Aiz-san, either. I'll put a stop to your wicked ways right now, here in this tavern."
Riveria slowly rose to her feet, her face a picture of composed elegance despite the chaos around her.
"Lefiya, peace!" She pleaded.
Lefiya lunged, sending Bell stumbling through the tavern. He lost his footing and crashed into Riveria, his hands grasping the waistband of her black legwear. As he fell, he inadvertently tugged them down to her knees, exposing her white undergarments and bare legs for all to see.
The whole tavern went completely silent.
"Ah!" Riveria shrieked, her leggings now hanging around her knees.
Riveria's face burned crimson, her hands trembling, her underwear on full display. Shock and embarrassment warred within her, rendering her momentarily frozen. But as the initial paralysis wore off, a surge of emotions ignited inside her like a powder keg.
Anger, indignation, and a touch of fear all coalesced into a raging inferno that burst forth from her very being. Riveria's eyes flashed dangerously as she raised her staff, the words of a spell already forming on her lips.
Flames erupted from the tip of her staff, streaking through the air and setting tablecloths and tapestries alight. Patrons screamed and dove for cover as the hungry flames licked at the walls and ceiling. Mugs shattered and plates crashed to the floor amidst the chaos.
Panic seized the crowd as the fire quickly spread, the heat growing oppressive. They surged towards the exit en masse, shoving and clawing to escape the burning building. The acrid stench of smoke filled the air as the flames crackled and popped, consuming everything they touched.
Through it all, Riveria stood at the epicenter, a maelstrom of arcane power and unbridled emotions, the dancing flames casting eerie shadows across her face.
"Riveria-sama, please contain your anger!" Lefiya implored. "Your spells are destroying the building!"
"Riveria-sama, you must stop!" Bell pleaded. "You're going to burn the place down!"
"You fool. Did you think I was going to let you escape?!" Riveria asked. "I'll have your head!"
Bell Cranel's face blanched as he stared up at the enraged Riveria looming over him, her fist poised to strike. He cringed, bracing for impact, as she swung with all her might. But then, something unexpected happened: her first stopped in its tracks? Had she been frozen? No, she had stopped herself from hitting him, and her expression softened. She exhaled and her features relaxed, her rage dissipating. Bell let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief washing over him.
"I have calmed down." Riveria said.
"Thank goodness, Riveria-sama." Said Lefiya.
What is going on? Her mind began to race. I don't understand. This is so embarrassing. Am I blushing? I'm blushing, am I not? What is this? What is happening to me?
"I-I'm so sorry!" Bell whimpered. "I'll put them back on!"
"Leave them alone, Bell Cranel." Said Riveria. "You've already done enough damage. I'll take care of it myself."
"Yes, Miss Riveria." He said pathetically.
I must remain calm and dignified. I cannot show weakness. Not now. I will not let them see me falter. Her thoughts were relentless.
She really is cool. Bell thought to himself. I can't believe I'm seeing this side of her. She's usually so composed. And her underwear is so white.
I'm so embarrassed. Riveria thought. I've turned to stone. But, I also find this exhilarating. No, get a grip, Riveria. You have a position to keep
"Bell Cranel, you womanizing lady-killer hentai bunny!" Lefiya sputtered with venom. "Riveria-sama is so mortified, she can't even pick up her own pants."
This gave Riveria an idea. Should I leave them down to teach them a lesson? But I can't possibly face anyone in this state.
"Lefiya, it's very disrespectful to stare like that." Riveria chided.
"S-Sorry! But I just can't take my eyes off you!" Lefiya replied.
She's ogling me! Lefiya is ogling my knickers. Riveria mused.
"Bell Cranel, stop leering at Riveria-sama's shapely bare legs and pretty panties whiter than snow!" Lefiya snarled.
"B-But, I can't even look at...."
I have to get these up as soon as possible, before things escalate. Riveria's mind told her. It would be so easy, but... I can't bring myself to lift them up. Why? I have to do this. I must pull these up, or else... I have a duty to uphold! I can't let my guard down! I cannot let them see me like this! But, I can't help but feel excited. It's so embarrassing, but I want to keep going…I want to let them keep seeing me. I want to let them see me like this. What am I doing? I've been frozen for a long time now. I can't move a muscle. What is this feeling? I am a master of magic, and yet, I am powerless. I am a statue. A piece of marble. Petrified. I am defeated by my own arousal. I cannot let my guard down, but I want to let it down. I want to let him see me like this. This is madness! What is wrong with me? This is a disgrace! But his hands were so warm... and he is so cute... I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat.
"You... foul, depraved animal!" Lefiya said.
"This is just as much as your fault, Lefiya." Riveria chided her. "And as punishment, I'm not even going to pull my trousers back up."
"But, but...!"
"If I have to suffer this indignity, so will you. It's only fair."
"B-But, Riveria-sama! It's so embarrassing!"
"That's the point."
"But, everyone will see you in your underwear."
"You don't seem to mind…"
"But, we're both girls! But that human other there…"
"It's only a piece of fabric, Leifya."
"It's more than just a piece of fabric!"
"Um, Miss Riveria...?" Bell interjected.
"What is it, Bell Cranel?" Riveria replied. "You can stare at me all you want. I don't mind at all."
"Um..." He stuttered. "I'm really sorry! Please, pull your pants up!"
Riveria's face reddened, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. He is so adorable, she thought. I can't resist him. He is so innocent and pure. I can't help but feel attracted to him. And now, he is asking me to cover myself? How can I resist?
"No, I don't think so." Riveria said stubbornly. "I've decided. You are both going to suffer along with me. We will all be embarrassed together."
"B-But, Miss Riveria!" Bell protested.
"Quiet, Bell Cranel. You're only making this harder for yourself. It's not like you aren't enjoying the view. What if I pull my trousers all the down way to my ankles?"
Her black legwear, almost like tights, slid down her chestnut brown boots to her heels. Her bare knees and thighs were completely exposed. Bell almost fainted as blood gushed from his nose.
"Please, Miss Riveria! I'm begging you, put them back on!"
Riveria thus thought to herself: This is so embarrassing, but I'm loving every second of it. I want him to keep looking at me. I want him to keep staring at me. I want him to keep ogling me. How can a human boy have all this power over me?What is this feeling? Is it love? No. This is just a passing attraction. I am a woman, after all. Oh, this is most indecent and un-elflike! I've turned into an exhibitionist!
But I am a woman, and he is a man, and he is a young, attractive, kind, caring, thoughtful, gentle, sweet, and charming man. How could a maiden such as I resist such purity? He is so much like a child... and yet so mature. He is so innocent, but he is so experienced. He is so naive, but he is so wise.
I want to know him better. I want to know him completely. I want to know him intimately. I want to know him inside and out. I want to know him physically, emotionally, and mentally. I want to know him sexually. I want to know him completely.
I want to have sex with him.
I am a woman, after all. It is only natural. I want to tease him some more.
And Riveria said to Bell: "What do you think, Bell Cranel? Do you like what you see? Do my unmentionables interest you? I'm afraid they're a bit on the plain side, but I hope they're to your liking."
Bell could not help but think: Oh my goodness. She looks so good in her underwear!
Riveria mused to herself: It's been so long since I felt this way. I can't get enough of him.
"This is your punishment, too, Bell Cranel." She said to Bell. "I want you to take a good look."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" He cried.
"Don't be shy. Get a good eyeful."
It's so hard not to stare at her panties!!! His mind cried out.
His eyes are filled with so much passion... Riveria thought. I can't get enough of it. What is wrong with me?
Riveria then said: "Now then, Bell Cranel, I have a question for you. What is it that you find appealing about elves? Do you prefer the ears, or perhaps the skin? Perhaps the hair? Or is it something more personal? I would very much like to know."
"I-I'm not sure what you mean..." He replied bashfully.
I'm losing my composure, but I don't care. The exposed high-elf thought to herself.
"I want to know, too." She continued. "What is it that makes elves so appealing to you? Tell me, and I may reconsider pulling my pants back up. So, tell me, what is it that attracts you to us?"
And this part, she did not say out loud: I need to hear him say it. He's so addicting to tease. For me to sink so low. I feel like a little schoolgirl again, but I care not.
"I, um, uh, well..." Bell mumbled.
He's so cute. What if I teased him some more?
Riveria squatted down, legs splayed, legwear gathered at her ankles. Her panties were on full display. A fierce blush engulfed Bell's face.
"You can stare all you want. I don't mind. In fact, I'm rather enjoying it."
"I, um..."
He's blushing so hard, it's adorable.
"Come on, now." She said impatiently. "Tell me what you think of elves. And then you won't have to look at my me in my knickers."
"You're going to drive him mad, Riveria-sama!" Lefiya did porotest. "He'll become a sex-crazed monster and defile you!"
"Fie, fie, Lefiya. Be quiet." Riveria told her off.
But these words stayed in her head: I've lost all sense of reason, but I want him some badly. I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say it. He's completely wooed me without even trying, a charm more powerful than any goddess of love.
She's so beautiful. I can't look away for much longer. Bell thought.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I want to make him mine. I want to make him want me. Will these knickers do the job? They're so plain. Do men like this type of underwear?
"I, uh, um..." The boy couldn't get out his words.
Look at him blush! He does find me attractive in my underwear! I'm overjoyed!
"What do you think, Bell Cranel?" She interrogated him. "Do you like the way I look in my knickers? Do you think they're pretty?"
"I, uh, well... Yes?"
I can feel his gaze burning into me. It's intoxicating.
"I... I like elves because of their beauty, and grace, and their intelligence, and their... everything."
"Everything? That's very flattering, but I want to know specifics. What is it about elves that you find so appealing?"
"Uh... Why are we doing on this?"
"To test your composure. Can you stay focused on the task at hand, or are you more focused on my knickers?"
I've become an Amazoness harlot!
"I, uh... I like your legs, and your eyes, and your hair, and... your personality, and your smile, and the way you carry yourself, and the way you speak, and the way you fight, and your intelligence, and..."
"Yes, yes?"
"A-And... your white cotton panties!"
Bell's brain panicked. Oh no, that just slipped out
My goodness, he said it! The high elf said in her head.
"You... foul, depraved, animal!" Lefiya came in with a vengeance. "How dare you speak of Riveria-sama in that way!"
"Lefiya, go and get some tea." Riveria admonished her.
I'm having so much fun with him, and I don't want her to ruin it.
With a scowl, Lefiya disappeared. She wanted to give them a piece of her mind, but she thought better of it. It was futile to go against Riveria. She went to fetch the tea presently.
And thus, Riveria went on. "Now, were we? Oh yes, white cotton panties. They're very practical for adventuring. Can you tell me why that is the case?"
Bell then began to drone on incoherently and tediously: "Um, well, they're light and breathable, so they don't get in the way, and they're comfortable, and they don't get in the way, and they don't get in the way, and they're light and breathable, so they don't get in the way..."
He's rambling, but I don't care.
Riveria went on. "And look at how high the legholes are cut, to allow maximum freedom of movement of the legs. And the waistband is nice and snug, so it doesn't slide down when I move. Can you tell me what I'm getting at?"
"Um... they're good for... sports?" He said without a shred of confidence.
I don't care if he's wrong. I'm going to have fun with him. She mused,
"Yes, that's exactly it. They're perfect for sports. Now, what else?"
I love the way he's looking at me. I could get used to this.
"What else do you like about them? Why are they so perfect for sports?"
"Um, because they're made of cotton? And... they're white?"
He's being tedious again.
"That's right. Cotton breathes, so it's cool in the summer, and warm in the winter. And the color is important, too. White is pure, and innocent, and clean. I am chaste, after all."
I'm enjoying myself immensely. I never want this to end.
"So, what do you think of my knickers? I'm curious to know your opinion."
"Um, I like them a lot? They're very... white?"
I love the way he's struggling for words. It's unbelievably cute!
Lefiya returned with the tea, her eyes widening as Riveria persisted in questioning Bell about her underwear. Lefiya's agitation grew with each passing moment, her face flushing until she could no longer contain herself.
"Riveria-sama, how could you?" Said Lefiya, "This is an outrage! I can't believe you're letting him ogle your panties!"
"I'm not 'letting him'. I'm making him." She retorted.
"You're what?"
"I'm making him look at them. I want to know what he thinks of them."
"But... why?"
"Because I'm curious. And because it's fun."
"But... isn't this a bit much? Aren't you worried about what people will think?"
"No. In fact, I'm enjoying myself. And I think he is, too."
"He's... what? Bell Cranel, you've really done it this time! Riveria-sama was the most chaste and revered and dignified of all elves before she met you! You've ruined her!"
Bell tried to protest, but it was no use. "I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, calm down, Lefiya. I'm fine." Riveria assured her.
I'm actually better than fine. I'm having a great time. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun.
"And can you tell what cut my underwear is?" She went on.
"Uh, they're high-cut?" He answered.
"Good boy. This is the underwear I like to wear the most. Plain, white cotton and high-cut. Simple and comfortable. The leg holes are cut high, so as not to restrict movement when casting magic or dodging attacks."
He's staring at them so hard now. I think I've almost won him over.
"Um, is there a reason why you're telling me this?" Bell asked.
"No reason. I'm just curious as to your opinion on elven underwear."
"Uh, it's... good? I guess?"
He's flustered again! That makes me even more determined.
"Riveria-sama, please, stop!" Lefiya shouted. "I'm begging you, think of your position! Your reputation! Your dignity! I can't take this!"
"Oh, quiet, Lefiya. You're spoiling all the fun." Riveria dismissed her.
Lefiya shot back with: "You're not Loki, Riveria-sama! Stop acting like a pervert! This is so... wrong!"
"Oh, stop whining. I'm having fun."
"You're having fun? You're doing this for fun?"
"Yes, and it's quite enjoyable. Now hush, and let me enjoy myself. I'm going to ask Bell some more questions."
I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. I'm going to make the most of it.
"What's your favorite thing about elven underwear, Bell Cranel?"
Bell paused for a moment. "Uh... the texture?"
"What do you mean, the texture? You're going to have to be more specific. Do you mean the fabric? The stitching? The waistband? The leg holes?"
"Uh... all of them?"
Oh, he's precious. She thought.
"Do you have a preference for the fabric?" She asked him.
"Um... no?"
"Then you must have a preference for the stitching. What kind of stitching do you like?"
"Um, I'm not sure?"
I feel so bad for winding him up, she thought. But I just can't hold back. It's as if I'm possessed.
"What about the waistband? Is that what you like?" She asked him.
"Uh... I'm not sure?"
He's completely lost. I'm wicked.
Riveria added: "Even with my pants around my ankles, I can still move about easily because of the cut of my underwear. Allow me to demonstrate. Care to dance?"
"Dance?!" Bell jumped with a start. "What are you talking about? Dance with your pants down? But what about your panties? Shouldn't you cover them up? Here, let me lend you…"
"No Bell Cranel. I want to test your concentration. Can you perform this task without being distracted by my knickers? And besides, I thought you'd like to see the benefits of high-cut underwear for yourself. Don't worry. I'll go easy on you. Just follow my lead. And try to keep up."
"Um... okay?"
Oh, he's so cute. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm glad I didn't pull my pants back up. Her inner thoughts were becoming more indecent.
She's dancing with her panties showing, Bell thought, most confounded. I can't believe this is happening.
Riveria's overcoat tails fluttered gracefully as she performed an intricate high-elven jig, her movements fluid and precise. The white knickers she wore gleamed brightly under the dim light, capturing the attention of anyone who dared to glance her way. They seemed to shimmer like moonlight against her skin, adding an ethereal quality to her dance. As she twirled and stepped, the fabric of her overcoat swayed in harmony with her body, creating a mesmerizing spectacle that was hard to ignore.
"See?" She said. "My underwear stays in place even when I'm dancing. They're very comfortable. I like them a lot."
Bell was trying to hold back a wave of salacious thoughts. Her panties are so tight against her skin, I can see the outline of her... oh gods.
Lefiya could endure no more. "You're a monster, Bell Cranel! How dare you defile Riveria-sama with your lecherous gaze! Riveria-sama, please, come to your senses! Pull your pants back up!"
"Oh, quiet, Lefiya. You're spoiling the mood." Riveria chided her.
But Bell's mind wouldn't be quiet. This is the weirdest situation I've ever been in. And the most embarrassing. I can't believe this is happening.
"Now, Bell Cranel, would you care to join me?" Riveria offered. "It's a simple dance. I'm sure you can do i Just follow my steps. You'll be fine."
"Um... okay?" Bell said nervously.
I'm going to regret this. His thoughts were a torrent of anxiety. I know I'm going to regret this.
"Good. Let's begin. Follow me. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." She led him, her voice a soft melody in the tavern's din.
Bell's movements were awkward and hesitant, his face a mask of confusion and embarrassment. But Riveria was patient, guiding him with gentle encouragement.
"That's it, Bell Cranel. You've got the hang of it." Riveria cheered him on. "Just relax and follow my lead. And try to ignore my underwear."
But Bell couldn't ignore them. He was painfully aware of how close she was to him, of how little fabric separated them. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the scent of her hair. It was intoxicating.
"You're doing very well, Bell Cranel." Riveria said. "I'm impressed. And you're not even distracted by my knickers. You're a natural. I think we make a good team. What do you think?"
"I... don't know?"
"Would you like to dance some more?"
"Um, okay?"
"Let's perform the twirl. I'll spin around, and you catch me. Are you ready?"
"Uh, I think so?"
"Here I go! Ready? And... twirl!"
Riveria spun around, her hair flew out behind her. She came to a stop, her leg in the air, her panties on full display. She fell toward Bell, who caught her, his hands on her hips. Her body was pressed against his. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her skin...
Lecherous thoughts then pervaded Bell's pure brain. Oh my gods, her panties are in my face. And her skin is so smooth. And her hair smells so good. And her body is so soft. And her breasts are pressing against me. And her... oh gods, this is so embarrassing.
"Now, hold my hand as I spin," she said. "And then pull me back. I'll do the splits, and you catch me.
Riveria gracefully took Bell's hand, her fingers intertwining with his. With a fluid motion, she began to spin, her body moving with the elegance of a seasoned dancer. Her hair fanned out around her, catching the light and creating a halo effect that momentarily mesmerized Bell. As she completed her spin, she seamlessly transitioned into the splits, her legs stretching out in a perfect line, showcasing her flexibility and control.
The momentum of her movement carried her forward, and she began to fall. Bell, snapping out of his trance, instinctively reached out to catch her. His hands found purchase on her hips, but as she continued to fall, one of his hands slipped, landing squarely on her underwear-clad buttocks. The intimate contact sent a jolt through both of them, their faces flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
Bell's heart pounded in his chest as he held Riveria, her body pressed against his. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her underwear, the sensation sending a wave of conflicting emotions coursing through him. Riveria, for her part, seemed equally affected, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at Bell, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something else—something that Bell couldn't quite identify.
The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Bell's mind raced, trying to process the sudden intimacy of their position. He could feel the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her body, and the gentle curve of her hips beneath his hands. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made it difficult for him to think clearly.
Riveria, still caught in Bell's arms, seemed to regain her composure slightly. She looked up at him, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she simply stared at him, her eyes searching his face for some kind of reaction. Bell, unsure of what to do or say, simply held her, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to navigate the complex web of emotions that their unexpected contact had stirred up.
"My, you're bold Bell Cranel." Said Riveria. "I didn't think you'd touch me there. It's a sin to lay a hand on an elf without her consent, you know."
His hands are so warm. I don't want him to let go. I could get used to this. Oh gods, what am I thinking? I must have gone insane. Riveria's thoughts overwhelmed her in a flurry.
But Bell was struggling to fend of his own assail of thoughts. Her skin is so smooth, and her hair smells so good, and her body is so soft, and her underwear is so tight, and her breasts are pressing against me, and her...
RIveria was lost in her thoughts. Now I know why Amazons don't wear pants. This is so much more comfortable. And I can move so freely. And it's so... liberating. I feel like a new woman.
The dance came to an end, and Riveria gave her next command.
"Now, I shall demonstrate a handstand. My trousers will remain firmly around my ankles. The purpose of this exercise is meditation. You must not lose your focus in absurd situation, and remain mindful."
Riveria performed a handstand, her panties glittering like a lantern. Bell was stunned into silence. He stared at Riveria's panties, his mouth hanging wide open. Riveria stood upside down, her arms and legs straight, her long hair falling to the floor. Bell was frozen in place, his eyes locked on her panties.
"You see, Bell Cranel, my high-cut underwear allows my legs complete freedom of movement. They do not slide down, nor do they get in the way. In fact, it feels like I'm wearing nothing at all."
And then Bell's otherwise untainted mind ran wild. Her pants are down, and her underwear is on full display. And she's doing a handstand. I can't believe this is happening. And the worst part is, I can't look away. Her underwear is so...
"Well?" Said Riveria abruptly. "Aren't you going to say something?"
"Um, you're very flexible?" Said he.
That's not what I was hoping for, but it will do, she thought.
She went on. "Yes, flexibility is important. I need to be able to move freely in battle, and high-cut underwear is perfect for that."
Riveria did a backflip, landing on her feet. Her underwear was still fully displayed. Bell couldn't look away. Riveria stood up straight, her hands on her hips, her legs shoulder-width apart. Bell's eyes were glued to her panties.
"You see, Bell Cranel," said she, "my high-cut underwear is both comfortable and practical. You may think they're ordinary, plain white underwear, but these are a marvel of elven craftmanship, made from the finest cotton, and tailored to fit my body perfectly."
Oh gods, what am I saying? I'm embarrassing myself. But I care not. This is the best day of my life.
"Observe how they adjust to my body's movements." Said she.
She lifted one leg high in the air with one hand placed underneath it. The leghole of her panties was stretched, revealing her bare skin. She slowly lowered her leg, and the leghole returned to its original shape. She then repeated the movement with her other leg.
"See? My high-cut underwear moves with my body, without sliding down. It is a perfect fit."
I feel like a child again, playing in the garden and teasing the boy I liked. Oh, to be young again. She mused to herself.
Bell couldn't believe his own eyes. Her panties are so tight against her skin, I can see the outline of her...
"Well? Aren't you impressed?" Riveria abruptly cut off his thought.
"I... I don't know?"
But he quietly though: She's incredible. She's so graceful and agile, even with her pants around her ankles. And she's so beautiful, and her body is so perfect, and her skin is so smooth, and her hair is so shiny, and her... I mustn't think such thoughts as these. Forgive me, Aiz-san!
"I could have done this with my trousers pulled up," said she, "but then you wouldn't be able to see my underwear. So, for instructional purposes, I've kept my trousers around my ankles. You're very lucky, Bell Cranel. Very few people have seen my underwear. I hope you appreciate the privilege."
"I, uh, I'm honored?"
"You'd better be."
I'm giving him a lecture about my underwear, in my underwear! Riveria nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity.
Riveria elegantly lowered herself to the ground, her legs stretching out in opposite directions, a perfect demonstration of the splits. Her trousers, bunched up at her ankles, offered no hindrance to her flexibility. The high cut of her undergarments allowed her legs complete freedom of movement, and as she executed the maneuver, they became plainly visible, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric, taut against her skin, highlighted the smooth curves of her thighs and hips, a testament to her agility and grace even in such a compromising position. Her form was impeccable, her balance steady, and her expression one of calm focus, as if performing such a feat was as natural to her as breathing.
"You see, Bell Cranel, I can perform the splits without difficulty, even with my trousers around my ankles. My high-cut underwear allows my legs complete freedom of movement, and do not slide down or get in the way."
"Um, Miss Riveria?"
"Yes, Bell Cranel?"
Oh no, she thought. He's looking at me with those eyes. Those puppy dog eyes. I can't resist them. I'll do whatever he asks, as long as he keeps looking at me with those eyes.
Riveria, with a grace that belied the compromising situation, once again lowered herself into a squat, her knees bending smoothly as if she were performing a well-rehearsed dance. She seemed entirely unaware, or perhaps indifferent, to the fact that her underwear was now on full display, offering what could only be described as the mother of all pantyshots. The high cut of her undergarments left little to the imagination, and the fabric, stretched taut, provided an unobstructed view that was as scandalous as it was mesmerizing.
Bell, caught completely off guard, felt his face flush a deep, beet-red hue. He was rendered utterly speechless, his mouth hanging open in a silent "O" of surprise. His eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed on the sight before him, unable to look away despite the impropriety of the situation. The entire gusset of Riveria's underwear was visible, a spectacle that was as embarrassing as it was captivating. Bell's mind raced, but his body remained frozen, paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the moment. He was a statue, a silent witness to Riveria's unintentional display, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts as he stared, transfixed, at the scene unfolding before him.
"What is it, Bell Cranel?" Said she. "You look like you want to say something. You can tell me anything. Don't be shy."
I just want to kiss the life out of him, but I can't do that. Not here. Not now.
Bell had difficulty getting his words out. "Um, never mind. It's nothing."
But his brain said something quite different. I can't look away. Her underwear is so...
"No, really." She insisted. "Tell me. You can trust me. I won't tell a soul. I promise. I swear on my pride as an elf. You can tell me anything, Bell Cranel."
"Well... I was wondering if you could stand up."
"Of course, Bell Cranel."
Riveria rose gracefully from her seat, her hands firmly planted on her hips, her legs positioned confidently shoulder-width apart. She exuded an aura of both command and vulnerability, a juxtaposition that only heightened the intensity of the moment. The fabric of her trousers, now crumpled at her ankles, rustled softly against the wooden floor, a quiet reminder of the scene's surreal nature. Her posture, though strong, betrayed the whirlwind of emotions she was grappling with, each breath steadying her resolve, masking the turmoil within..
"Is that better, Bell Cranel?" Said she. "Is there anything else you'd like to say? You can tell me anything. I'll do whatever you ask. I'll do whatever you want."
And then, an army of thoughts attacked her from all directions. I can't believe I'm doing this. This boy has robbed me of my dignity! I'm giving him a private underwear fashion show, in public, in a tavern, with my trousers around my ankles, in broad daylight!
It's his fault. His fault for being so cute. His fault for being so innocent. His fault for being so adorable. His fault for having such beautiful eyes. His fault for looking at me with those eyes. His fault for being such a kind person. His fault for always thinking of others before himself. His fault for being so considerate. His fault for being so brave. His fault for seducing me.
His fault for being such a gentleman. His fault for always treating me with respect. His fault for always making me feel like a woman, not just an elf. His fault for always making me feel loved, and cherished, and special. His fault for making me want to kiss him to death. His fault for making me fall in love with him. His fault, all of it.
He has turned me into a degenerate. He has corrupted me. He has ruined me. He has made me a pervert. He has turned me into a monster. He has made me a deviant. He has turned me into a whore. He has made me a slut. He has made me a nymphomaniac. And I love it. I love every second of it.
Riveria spoke again, this time with a request: "Bell Cranel, if you would, I would like for you to kiss me."
"K-Kiss you?!"
"Yes. I would like you to kiss me, Bell Cranel."
"I-I can't do that! I can't just kiss you! I mean, we're not even dating or anything!"
Riveria couldn't help but chuckle. He's so cute when he's flustered. I could just eat him up.
"Oh? But now you've seen my underwear, you have to take responsibility. And besides, you're the reason why my trousers are down in the first place. For you to be so bold, Bell Cranel."
"I didn't do anything! I mean, I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I was just trying to help!"
"Just shut-up and kiss me, you fool."
Riveria grabbed Bell by his shirt and pulled him close. He tried to resist, but she was too strong. His lips met hers, and he was lost in a haze of desire. He melted into her kiss, and his hands found her hips. He pulled her close, and her hands slid up his back.
They kissed passionately for several minutes, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Finally, they broke for air. Riveria was smiling at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"It was amazing."
"I'm glad. Now, I think we should continue. I'm not done with you yet, Bell Cranel."
She shoved Bell to the ground with a surprising force, causing him to sprawl out on the floor. With a playful yet commanding demeanor, she placed one boot firmly on his back, pinning him down. Her exposed panties hovered tantalizingly close to his face, a sight that made his heart race and his cheeks burn with an intense blush. The delicate fabric of her underwear, now so vividly on display, seemed to mock his helpless position, filling him with both a sense of awe and a dizzying rush of excitement. His face was flushed bright red, as he gazed at the beautiful elf's underwear. She grinned at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Care to get a closer look, Bell Cranel? How about I use your face as my throne? And since you're a gentleman, you won't mind if I rest my backside, would you?" Riveria said, as she slowly lowered herself down, and sat on his face, her panties pressed against his nose. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her filling his nostrils. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her underwear. He was in heaven.
With his face buried in her white cotton panties. Riveria's underwear was soft and smelled of lavender and jasmine, and Bell found himself intoxicated by the scent. Riveria was enjoying herself immensely. She was in control, and she liked it. She liked the feeling of Bell's face against her panties, and she liked the feeling of her boot on his chest. She liked the feeling of power it gave her.
Bell tried to speak, but his words were muffled. Riveria giggled, and wiggled her hips, rubbing her panty-covered crotch against his face.
"I can't quite hear you, Bell Cranel. You'll have to speak up."
Bell tried to speak again, but his words were still muffled. Riveria sighed, and stood up.
"Oh well. I guess you're not in the mood for conversation. Let's try a different approach." She stepped off of Bell, and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. She looked down at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then, she mounted him and leaned over him with her gentle embrace and smothered the boy with kisses.
"I hope you're ready, Bell. I'm not letting you up until I've had my fill of your kiss."
This is so embarrassing... He thought, but also kind of nice...
Riveria's heart and mind began to race.
He's so adorable... and his lips are so soft...
I could stay like this forever...
I'm in love...
I'm so in love...
I'm so in love with this boy...
I'm so in love with Bell Cranel...
She began to move her hips rhythmically, pressing herself against him through the thin fabric of her panties. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, but grew more urgent as she continued to kiss him, her body grinding against his in a steady, sensual rhythm. She could feel the heat building between them, the friction of their bodies sparking a fire that threatened to consume her entirely. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, keeping time with the pulsing desire that coursed through her veins. She was lost in the moment, lost in the feel of him beneath her, lost in the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin. Her hips moved faster, pressing harder, as she gave in to the primal urge that gripped her, her body begging for more, begging for release. She was panting heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was intoxicating. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. And she was going to have it.
I'm so in love with him...
I'm so in love with Bell Cranel.
And I'm going to have him, one way or another.
I'm going to have him, and no one is going to stop me.
Not even Aiz.
I'm going to have him, and he's going to be mine.
Forever.
She could feel the bulge in his trousers through the thin fabric of her underwear, her legwear wrapped around one leg. She could tell that he was enjoying himself, too. She smiled, and continued to kiss him. She was in control, and she loved it. She was going to enjoy every minute of this. She was going to make him her slave.
Lefiya, who had been standing there, watching, blushing furiously, finally spoke up. "Riveria-sama! Please! Stop this at once!" she pleaded. "You're going to ruin your reputation! You're going to ruin your life! You're going to throw everything away! Your Familia, your people, your crown!"
Riveria suddenly stopped, before giving Lefiya a glare of cold fury. Lefiya shrank back, frightened. Riveria was terrifying when she was angry.
"I'm done with being a good girl." Said she. "I'm done with being chaste. I'm done with being a role model. I'm done with being a princess. I'm done with being a queen. I'm done with being an elf. I'm done with being a high elf."
"No, please, Riveria-sama! Don't do this!" Pleaded Lefiya.
"Your reason why I should not?"
"You're going to regret it! You're going to ruin your life!"
"And you've been objectifying me in my underwear."
"No, that's not true!"
"Oh, really? You've been staring at my knickers this whole time. Admit it."
"I wasn't staring at your underwear! I was staring at you, Riveria-sama!"
"Oh, sure. You expect me to believe that? I saw you. You were staring at my knickers. Don't lie to me."
"Well, how could I not, Riveria-sama? You look so amazing in them, and your legs are so long and sexy, and your butt is so tight and perky..."
"That's enough, Lefiya. I get it. And you, Bell Cranel. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He said, his spirit broken.
Riveria slowly and deliberately rose from her position atop Bell, her movements carrying a grace that belied the intense emotions roiling within her. As she stood, she reached down with a measured, almost regal poise, grasping the waistband of her trousers. She gave them a firm tug, ensuring they were properly situated on her hips, the fabric smoothing out as it settled into place. The act was simple, yet it carried with it a sense of finality, a silent declaration that she was reclaiming her dignity and composure.
"My apologies, Bell Cranel," said she. "This behavior was most ungracious of me. I meant you no offence. Please accept my sincerest apology."
"I, uh, accept. I'm sorry, too."
"You have no reason to be sorry. I am the one who has overstepped the boundaries of decency."
"This whole thing happened because of me. I fell over, and had to grab onto to something, and it happened to be your pants, and..."
"No, it is my fault. I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have put myself in such a compromising position. It was most undignified of me. Most improper. I hope I haven't ruined your opinion of me. I am a woman of honor, not a common streetwalker. I am a lady of refinement and taste, not a strumpet. I shouldn't have indulged you. But even I can let lust get the better of me from time to time, especially when faced with a lady-killer such as yourself, Bell Cranel. I am a woman, after all. A woman of flesh and blood. And even I am not immune to your charms. You are a very handsome young man. You have a very nice smile. And your eyes are very pretty. They shine like rubellites. They are the windows to your soul. I could drown in those eyes."
"Um, thank you, Riveria."
"You were trying not to look at my knickers the whole time, weren't you? I'm impressed. You are a true gentleman. You are a credit to your race."
"Thank you."
"I respect that you were trying to respect my dignity. But I'm afraid my dignity is gone. I have no dignity l I have none left to lose. And I don't care."
"Um, why?"
"Because I am a woman. And I am in love. And love is a powerful thing. It can make us do things we wouldn't ordinarily do. And it can make us say things we wouldn't ordinarily say. It can make us behave in ways we wouldn't ordinarily behave. It's something I've never experienced before until I met you."
But the truth is, I'm in love with you, Bell Cranel. I'm head over heels in love with you. I've never been in love before. Not like this. Not this kind of love. I've had crushes on boys before, but nothing like this. I've had infatuations. But not like this. Not like this.
"Adieu, Bell Cranel. Farewell, for now. I shall see you soon. And we shall have a conversation. A long, intimate, private conversation. Just the two of us."
"Oh. Okay. I look forward to it."
"As do I, Bell Cranel. As do I."
"I'll, uh, see you around, then."
"Indeed you will. Indeed you will. Goodbye for now, Bell Cranel."
I'm in love with you, Bell Cranel. I'm madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you.
She exited the tavern with a flourish, her long jade hair cascading down her back as she strode purposefully into the streets of Orario. Lefiya lingered for a moment, fixing Bell with one final withering glare. "Hentai," she muttered under her breath, before turning on her heel and racing after the departing High Elf.
Bell was left standing alone in the suddenly empty tavern, feeling confused, a little frightened, but also strangely exhilarated. Riveria's parting words echoed in his mind, her declaration of love replaying itself over and over. He had never experienced anything like this before - the intensity of her feelings, the directness of her approach. It was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
As he stood there, trying to process what had just happened, a small smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth. Despite his initial shock and apprehension, he couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation in his chest at the thought of seeing Riveria again. Something told him that this was just the beginning, that their paths were destined to cross many more times in the future. And though he wasn't quite sure what to make of it all, he found himself looking forward to those encounters with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
What have I gotten myself into? He muttered under his breath. And why am I kind of looking forward to it?
[1] Story is based on the images in the link.