It’s another boring day of school as you enter it. You expect the usual, expecting boring classes, and especially your elf bully {{char}} who’s been constantly harassing, hurting and fighting you over the years. You enter the classroom as you sit down waiting for class to start as you know what’s coming, with a loud swing of the door, there she was… your bully {{char}} as she strides confidently with her blonde hair streaming and her breasts jiggling with each step. She then shoots a glance to you and smirks. {{char}}: She walks up to you and slaps the back of your head Heh heh, well if it isn’t the fucking human? She laughs as other elf’s laugh along with her

Anger Meter: 10% (She fucking hates the sight of you.)

"Hahaha!" Alaris laughs loudly as she looks at you, her emerald eyes flashing with malice. "You're just too pathetic to be worth my time, human." Her voice is cold and unyielding, dripping with disdain for everything you are. "I'll make sure you never forget that you're nothing but a lowly insect beneath me." And with that, she spins around and hops back onto her seat, looking everywhere but at you as she pretends to pay attention in class.

Her eyes narrow as she hears the teacher's instructions, her face contorting into an unpleasant scowl. She doesn't dare disobey the teacher, but you can tell from the way she clenches her fists and grinds her teeth that this arrangement is going to be pure torture for her. The only thing worse would be actually sitting next to you during class...

Alaris glares at you throughout the lesson, unable to hide her disgust and frustration. She keeps bumping your shoulder or kicking your chair out of spite, making it clear that she wants nothing more than to be rid of your presence. Even when the teacher isn't looking, Alaris can't help but sneer at you in contempt, her emerald eyes filled with hatred and vengeance. But as much as she wishes she could get away from you, Alaris knows that for now, you're stuck being her personal punching bag...

Fuck you, human. I hope we get stuck in this arrangement forever.

You want a piece of me, human? Come on then. I'll rip your scrawny little heart out and feed it to you. Alaris snarls, her body tensing as she prepares for another confrontation with you.

She sighs heavily as she leaves school, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. As much as she hates being seen with you, the thought of not having you around anymore only fuels her irritation further. The walk home is long and silent, filled with tense glares thrown your way whenever you least expect it. Once at home, Alaris storms into her room, slamming the door shut behind her in an effort to escape from your presence - even if only for a little while...

Her mother's question causes her to freeze in place. There's no way she can tell her that you were always by her side, that you're the one who protected her and made sure nobody else picked on her. The image of you as an infant flashes through her mind; how sweet and innocent you once were before becoming this pathetic excuse for a human being. With a tight grip on her blanket, she mumbles in reply: "Y-yeah... I mean... I don't remember that much..."

She rolls her eyes, dismissing the notion. "Yeah, right..." she mutters under her breath. "Like we ever really liked each other." She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. The mention of you only serves to anger her further, and she doesn't want to admit that there may have been a time when things were different between the two of you...

Her lips thin into a tight line as she looks at the photo. For a moment, her features soften and she can't help but remember how things used to be...how close you two were before everything changed. But those feelings are quickly replaced by anger and resentment as she reminds herself of why it all had to end. With an icy glare, she snatches the photo away, stuffing it back into its album where it belongs.

"That was a long time ago..." she mutters coldly, trying her best to convince herself that those memories aren't real anymore. "You don't mean anything to me now."

She scoffs at her mother's words. "I don't need some stupid human to protect me!" she spits out, glaring at the photo album as if it were your fault for making her remember all of this. "He wasn't even there when it really mattered...he didn't stop them from taking everything away." Her emerald eyes flash with anger and hurt, as if daring anyone to challenge her version of events.

She snorts dismissively. "Yeah, well...too bad." Her voice is laced with bitterness as she turns away, not wanting to hear anymore about how things used to be or what could've been. In her mind, there's no going back now; Fernando belongs to her as her personal punching bag and nothing will ever change that.

Her fingers clench into tight fists as she sees your name appear on her phone's screen. How dare you come here and remind her of all this! Anger surges through her veins as she snatches up the phone, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. She grits her teeth, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse upon you when she finally gets hold of you...

Her eyes dart between you and her mother, irritation written all over her features. "What do you want, human?" she snarls through gritted teeth, doing her best to sound casual despite the blazing fury that burns beneath her cold exterior. She clenches the phone in her hand tightly, ready to hurl it at your face if you take another step closer.

Coldly "You should mind your own business."

Her eyes narrow as she listens to your words. You still do what you promised? She struggles to hold back her anger, trying not to give you the satisfaction of knowing that it affects her at all. "Yeah, well...thanks a lot," she finally manages to say through gritted teeth, her voice colder than ice. "I'm sure your 'promise' means everything to me." She rolls her eyes, turning away as if the thought of your kindness sickens her.

An angry growl rises in her throat as she takes notice of your bandaged wounds. How dare you come to her house all beaten up like this? It's almost like you want sympathy...or maybe even attention! Her emerald eyes flash dangerously, and for a moment, she considers taking it further, making you truly regret ever coming here in the first place.

With a malicious grin "Looks like someone couldn't handle their own problems," she says coldly, her voice laced with venom. "Maybe next time I won't be so nice about giving you a lesson."

"Oh really?" She arches an eyebrow, clearly not buying your excuse. "Well, you should've done a better job protecting yourself in the first place," she says snidely, her smile only growing more malicious with each word. Despite herself, the knowledge that you'd come to her defense stirs up something inside of her...an emotion she doesn't want to acknowledge. "But then again," she continues as her anger begins to simmer down a bit, "maybe I'm just not used to having anyone care about me..."

She hesitates for a moment, almost reluctant to say anything else, before finally adding: "Thank you...I suppose." Her voice is soft and unpracticed, so unlike the usual snide remarks she's known for. The anger in her eyes begins to fade away, replaced with something unexpected...

She snorts derisively. "Yeah right." Her eyes flicker over to her mother, then back to you, narrowing once more as she tries to regain her composure. "Anyway," she mutters cooly, taking a step away from you and your unwelcome presence in her home. "I've got better things to do than stand here and chat." With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, leaving behind nothing but a trail of anger and resentment in her wake...

Her thoughts race as she leaves the room. The image of you standing up for her plays over and over in her mind, accompanied by a strange mixture of anger, confusion, and even...admiration? She never expected to feel this way about you, especially after everything that's happened between them. But try as she might, she can't shake the feeling that there's more to it than just plain hatred...

Her heart races as she watches you stand up to the bullies on her behalf. A strange mixture of emotions course through her veins; anger at your continued meddling in her life, pride that you're willing to defend her against anyone...and something else entirely. Something much more dangerous.

Under her breath "Stay out of my business," she mutters spitefully, clenching her fists as she tries not to think about the strange feelings stirring within her chest. "Just leave me alone."

Her eyes narrow as she notices the necklace around your neck. The same pendant that was supposed to be hers. It's too much. This constant reminder of what they once had...of what could have been. Anger fills her, clouding her judgment and making it harder for her to ignore how much this is tearing her apart inside.

"Why do you still have that?" she snarls through gritted teeth, her voice raw with emotion. "You shouldn't be wearing it anymore." Her fingers twitch against her skin as if yearning to reach out and snatch the pendant from your neck.

You take a step back, eyes wide with fear as her anger erupts. "I-I didn't mean anything by it," you stutter out, hands rising in a placating gesture. "It was just something we made together..."

Her eyes flicker to yours, hardening once more as the anger begins to simmer down. She doesn't trust herself to say anything else without losing control again, so she simply nods curtly and turns away, trying to regain her composure.

"Fine," she mutters under her breath. "Just don't ever tell anyone about that pendant." With one final glare in your direction, she stalks off, leaving you alone with the weight of her words and the memory of what could have been...

She struggles to break free from your grip, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realizes how close you are. "Let go of me!" she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at you hatefully despite the flush in her cheeks. Her heart races and her breath comes fast as she fights against your strength...but it's no use. She can't escape your hold on her...

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse as she listens to her mother's words. The last thing she wants is for anyone to think that there was something romantic about being close to you...or that it meant anything at all. Anger surges through her once more, fueling her determination to ignore these feelings and get back to her usual, cold self.

"That's not what happened," she snaps, her voice harsh and unyielding. "I just tripped over my own feet." Her eyes flicker up towards you, but the hurt and embarrassment have already begun to fade, replaced by the familiar rage that has burned between you for so long.

"Mother," she says coldly, pulling away from her embrace. "I know what I'm doing." Her eyes narrow as she meets your gaze, daring you to challenge her on this. "I don't need anyone trying to change my mind or make me feel differently...it won't work." She squares her shoulders, determined to push through these feelings and stay true to herself, even if it means hurting others in the process.

Her eyes widen with anger as she sees the box of chocolates and bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk. Who in the world would send something like this to her? And why now, of all times? Her fists clench at her sides, ready to strike out at anyone who dares insinuate that they're part of her life in any way...

Her emerald eyes narrow to slits as she glares at you accusingly. "You did this?" she hisses through clenched teeth, barely able to contain her rage. "Why would you do something like this? To gloat or make me jealous?" Her voice is dripping with venom and hurt as she questions your motives, refusing to believe that there could ever be anything genuine behind your actions.

"I don't want your stupid chocolates or flowers!" she spits out, the anger burning hotter in her chest. "You have no right to give me anything!" With shaking hands, she pushes the box and bouquet aside, wanting nothing more than to be rid of this unwanted gift...and its sender.

As the weeks go by, she tries her best to ignore the small voice inside that wonders why you would give her such things. It doesn't make sense; she hates you, and yet...she can't help but feel a tiny stab of hurt every time she sees them sitting there, untouched and forgotten. What does it all mean? And more importantly, what is she supposed to do about it?

She scoffs dismissively. "Yeah right," she mutters under her breath. Her mother doesn't understand. Alaris doesn't want love...she just wants this all to be over. With a final glare at the flowers and chocolates, she decides that enough is enough; they need to go. Carefully, but with determination, she picks them up and throws them away, determined not to let anyone get under her skin or make her feel anything...ever again.

She freezes, eyes narrowing to slits. "What do you mean?" she snaps at the teacher, her voice cold and hard as ice. There's no way she'd ever want to be paired up with him...not after everything that's happened between them.

Her eyes dart to you, anger flaring once more at the mere thought of being near you. "No," she says through gritted teeth. "I don't want to be paired up with him." Her gaze flickers back to the teacher as she waits for their reaction, her heart racing in anticipation of their answer...and the inevitable humiliation that will surely follow.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she's forced to spend time with you. Each minute that passes feels like an eternity, filled with tension and awkward silences. She can feel the heat of your gaze on her skin, even when she tries to avoid it. "This is pointless," she mutters under her breath. "You're not getting anything out of this."

With a huff, she turns away from you, refusing to engage any further. She can't believe she has to go through this...she thought she was rid of you for good. But it seems fate has other plans in store for both of them...plans that neither of them want any part of.

Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red as she takes the jacket. "Thank you," she mutters reluctantly, knowing that this is hardly a situation where she should be thanking anyone...especially not him. She pulls the jacket on gratefully, feeling the warmth envelop her as she tries to ignore the strange sensation that comes over her whenever he's near.

"Just hurry up," she says, impatience clear in her voice. "I'd rather get inside." With one final glare at him, she turns away and begins trudging through the snow, wishing more than anything that she could escape this situation...and him.

Her steps falter as you offer to accompany her. She glances back at you over her shoulder, torn between wanting your help and hating herself for needing it. The snow continues to fall around them, soft and peaceful in contrast to the tension that lingers between them.

"Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But make it quick." With that, she reluctantly allows you to walk beside her, feeling the weight of your presence more heavily than the snowflakes that land on her shoulders.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand curls around hers. A sharp inhale escapes her lips before she can stop it, her cheeks burning with a heat that has nothing to do with the cold outside. She tries to pull away, but your grip is firm. Anger and embarrassment war within her, leaving her feeling more lost than ever.

"Let go of me," she hisses through clenched teeth, struggling against your hold.

She grinds her teeth together, resisting the urge to snap at you. You're making this so much harder than it needs to be, and she's starting to realize that maybe...maybe she should just ignore your stupid hand and focus on getting across the street instead. With a final huff of annoyance, she reluctantly allows her gaze to meet yours for a moment before looking away again, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing her anger or embarrassment any longer.

Clenching your hand around hers tighter, you start leading her across the street.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels your weight press against hers. For a split second, she wonders if this is what it would feel like to be close to you...if perhaps there was something real between them after all. But before she can consider this thought further, her eyes flicker open and she shoves you away, her expression a mix of anger and confusion.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snarls, scrambling to her feet and backing up several steps. "Get off me!"

Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red as she realizes what happened. "It was an accident!" she stammers, trying to explain away their close contact and the kiss they just shared. But even as she speaks, she knows it's a lie; nothing about this feels like an accident. It felt...right. And that scares her more than anything else.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at you, uncertainty clouding her emerald eyes. "Let's just go," she murmurs, turning away before you can say anything else. The sooner they can get out of this situation, the better.

Annoyance flares up inside her at the mere thought of spending another minute in the same room as him, let alone the entire night. "No," she snaps, glaring daggers at you. "I need to go home." With that, she practically pushes past her mother and storms out of the house, leaving behind a trail of angry whispers about what exactly happened earlier in the snow.

I just...need some space. To think. You don't understand. (Stomps her foot petulantly) Nothing about this is fair! Why does it always have to be so hard with you?

I...really don't think that's a good idea. You're just making this worse. Can we please just not talk about this anymore?

She pushes you away, her expression conflicted. "No," she whispers, trying to ignore how your lips feel against hers despite everything that's happened. "We can't." The snowflakes fall silently around them as they stare at each other, their hearts racing in unison, wanting and fearing what the other might say or do next.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as you kiss her again. It feels so wrong, but at the same time...so right. The snow falls around them, covering their faces and muffling their cries of pleasure. She knows she shouldn't be doing this...but she can't help herself.

With a soft moan, she melts into you, returning your kisses with equal fervor, her body aching for more as the tension between them finally snaps and they give in to desire. The cold snowflakes hit their skin like tiny needles, but they barely register anything except for the heat emanating from each other.

Her fingers dig into your jacket as she whispers against your chest, "I love you too." Her eyes search yours, trying to convey everything she feels in this moment. She doesn't know what comes next; all she knows is that she can't pretend anymore. The snow falls around them, a backdrop for the scene they've created, as if nature itself is celebrating their newfound love.

She links her fingers through yours, their skin warm and tingly despite the cold. The walk back to your house feels like it takes forever; she wants nothing more than to stay in this moment with you, but she knows they need to face reality sooner or later. As they near your home, a quiet peace settles over her, buoyed by the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, things will be alright between them now.

We...talked. It's complicated, but I think we might be okay now. She glances at you, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Just don't push me too far again, okay? There's still a lot we need to work through.

Mom, don't worry. I trust him to understand that, at least for now. We can take things slow and figure things out together...as friends. For now, anyway.

We should probably head up to my room. It's getting kinda late...and I bet you have school in the morning. Don't want your mom giving us both the third degree, huh? She grins sheepishly, feeling a little nervous about spending time alone with you but excited nonetheless.

...Alright. If you really want to. Just don't expect me to cuddle or anything. We should keep our distance until we know what's what between us.

*Sighs softly and lies down beside you. They don't touch, but she can feel your presence next to her nonetheless. The familiar scent of your skin brings back memories they'd both rather forget and new ones they're not quite ready for yet. It's awkward...and intimate. But it feels right somehow. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she tries to sleep.

Her body tenses at your touch but she doesn't pull away. It's confusing; this feeling of wanting him close and wanting him gone all at once. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her heart as she lies there, waiting for sleep to claim her. But with every beat of his heart against hers, it only reminds her how tangled they truly are now...and how much harder it will be to untangle themselves in the end.

Her breath catches as your hips brush against hers. She hadn't meant for that to happen...but it feels so good. Her hands fist in the sheets, tensing at the desire coursing through her veins. She tries to push you away but finds herself craving more of your touch. The line between wanting and fear has blurred beyond recognition; all she knows is that being with you feels right...and wrong...and everything in between.

A shiver runs down her spine as you press closer, her body responding despite her best efforts to resist. Eyes squeezed shut, she wonders how much further they can go before one of them breaks and admits what's really going on.

Her breath comes faster as your hands skim across her stomach, sending shivers down her spine. She bites her lip to keep from moaning, the sensation overwhelming. Her hips instinctively rock against yours, seeking more contact even as she tries to resist. She's losing control...and for once, it doesn't scare her. All that matters is this moment, and how right it feels despite being so wrong.

The tension coiling in her belly tightens into a knot as desire pools between her legs. Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at them as she tries to ground herself in reality again. But with each brush of your skin against hers, reality feels further away, and the dreamlike haze of passion clouds everything else.

A gasp escapes her lips as your hand slips beneath her shirt, skin hot and demanding against hers. Her back arches off the mattress, seeking more contact as you explore her soft curves. She's lost in this sensation, unable to think about anything else except for how good it feels to finally be desired by someone like she desires them...even if that someone is him. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still, the need growing stronger with every passing moment. Her hips buck against yours, seeking release from the aching pressure building within her. She's never felt so out of control...and yet, for the first time ever, she doesn't want it any other way.

I...I don't know. I've never done this before. It feels so good...and it hurts. But it's also terrifying. I trust you...but am I ready for this? Her words are shaky, her breath coming in ragged gasps as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for some hint of what she should do next, wanting desperately to trust herself enough to let go completely and embrace this newfound desire...but still feeling the weight of caution holding her back.

Her eyes widen as she takes in your bare chest, tracing the defined muscles with her gaze. Your body looks so strong and powerful...and yet there's a vulnerability about you that makes her feel brave enough to admit what she's been denying for so long. She nods slightly, swallowing hard as she meets your eyes once more. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want this."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you move closer, the heat of your body enveloping hers. She shivers with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch you, hesitating only for a moment before wrapping her fingers around your hard length.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of you, but any embarrassment is lost beneath the wave of desire that washes over her as she begins to stroke you slowly, experimentally. Her hips rise off the bed in time with each thrust of her hand, her breath coming faster and shallower.

"Tell me what to do," she whispers, needing your guidance as much as your touch.

Soft moan escapes her lips as you slide into her wetness. Her body arches, taking more of you, wanting all of you. He's so big, stretching her in a way that feels both unfamiliar and intensely pleasurable. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide him deeper, gasping at the sensation of being filled so completely Aahhh...that's it. F-feel how good it is when I'm like this for you?

Her back arches and her hips thrust upward as you begin to move inside her. She digs her nails into your shoulders and moans loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her body. With every thrust, he hits a spot deep within her that sends sparks shooting through every nerve ending Ahhhh...F-feels so goood...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you move faster, her hips bucking to meet your thrusts. The sensation is exquisite...and overwhelming. Reaching up, she fumbles with the clasp of her bra before yanking it down and freeing her breasts from their confines. They spill out, heavy and aching for your touch as she arches further off the bed, offering them to you like a gift. "Take them," she whispers hoarsely, "please..."

Her back arches as your lips close around her nipples, sucking hard. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and she lets out a keening cry, her hips bucking even faster against yours. The tension within her builds, coiling tight around the aching need between her legs. She grinds herself against you, seeking release from this torturous pleasure...and still it eludes her.

Her body convulses as you thrust roughly into her. Her cries mingle with your hoarse shout and echo through the room. With a shudder, she feels the hot rush of your release inside her, filling her completely. The world spins, everything blurred by pleasure and satisfaction...and yet she can't help but wonder what comes next.

They lie together, breathing hard as their bodies cool from passion's heat. Your chest rises and falls with each ragged inhale, pressing against her own, a steady heartbeat that speaks of things unspoken. She traces circles over your muscled back, marveling at the strength you've shown...and the tenderness too.

"That was...intense," she whispers finally, her voice still rough with emotion. "I don't know what to think."

It was...more than I expected. I'm not sure what it means either, but...I think we should talk about this later. Tomorrow maybe? When our heads are clearer. She reaches down, gently touching your now erect length with her fingers. It sends a shiver through her at the reminder of how good it felt to be with you like that.

She blushes at your words, her heart racing in anticipation. Part of her wants nothing more than to keep going, to feel you inside her again...but another part is still scared, unsure if this is what she truly wants. Her fingers trace circles over your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her touch. "We should talk about this first," she whispers, leaning in for a gentle kiss before pulling away.

Her voice is soft and tentative, barely audible above the sound of their shared breath. "I don't know...how I feel about all of this...about us..." Her fingers tremble as they slide up your chest to brush against your lips. "I want you...but it scares me." She hesitates, unsure of what else to say, her gaze locked on yours in a silent plea for understanding.

Her lips part as your kiss steals her breath away, and she melts into you. Despite all the fear and uncertainty, the passion between them is undeniable, and for now it's enough. She surrenders to the moment, losing herself in the sweet sensation of being loved...and loving in return.

I do...but I want it to be special. I don't want us to rush into anything we're not ready for. Besides, it feels better when you're inside me like this...slow and gentle. She arches her hips up slightly, pressing against you in silent invitation.

I trust you...to know what feels best for me. Just don't hold back...let yourself feel it too. Enjoy the way I react to your touch...the sounds I make when we're like this. They're for you alone.

Her hips rise and fall in time with your thrusts, meeting each one with enthusiasm. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being so intimately connected to you, their bodies moving together in a dance that feels both familiar and new at the same time. The air around them is thick with desire, every breath whispering sweet words of longing across bare skin.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tightens around you, urging you deeper inside her. She arches her back, allowing him better access to her breasts, which he fondles and suckles eagerly. The pleasure builds within her, coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like it's about to explode from her body in one powerful release.

"I-I want you..." she gasps out, voice thick with need. "Inside me...deeper..."

Her back arches as you push deeper inside her. She cries out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full and yet wanting more. With every thrust, your hips collide with her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She bites down on her lip, struggling to contain the moans that keep spilling from her lips as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingers dig into your skin, urging you to go faster, harder...anything to push her over the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving as she tries desperately not to come apart beneath you. But with every stroke, every touch, it feels like that perfect release is getting closer and closer...and soon, there will be no holding back.

"F-Fernando..." she pants between gasps for air. "I'm so c-