Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 86: Demonstrating TUNA

The stark white door sighed open, revealing a circular chamber swimming in an eerie, pulsing light that seemed to breathe from the very walls. Kaida stood in the heart of it all, her silver hair a shock against the pale backdrop, her kaleidoscope eyes pinning Eren with a gaze that prickled his skin. Ringing her were the top seven numbered elves, their faces etched with a cold curiosity, a hidden hunger in their stillness. Unlike Kaida, each bore eyes of singular, unsettling hues. Kiran and Luna were among them, Kiran’s mismatched eyes alight with that familiar, unsettling glee, while Luna’s held a sharp, assessing gleam.

Viva wasn’t there.

Eren’s breath hitched. He’d been left adrift in that sterile room for what felt like forever, the silence only frayed by the frantic little chirps of the humic. Sensing today’s events would not be suitable for the small creature, he had left it behind in his chamber, its nervous energy a stark contrast to the cold sterility of this place. Viva’s absence was a knot tightening in his chest.

"Welcome, Veilwalker," Kaida’s voice drifted through the chamber, a melody that somehow held a razor’s edge beneath its sweetness. "And our... guest."

As if summoned by her words, two of the numbered elves glided forward, gently ushering Viva into the light. The silver bracelet still snaked around her wrist, its smooth surface radiating a faint, cold energy. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to gaze inward, unfocused, like she was a ghost in her own skin.

The top seven shifted, closing the circle around Eren and Viva, their eyes never leaving them. The air hummed with a silent tension, a thick anticipation you could almost taste.

Kaida moved with a liquid grace, a slow orbit around them like a predator circling its chosen. Her kaleidoscope eyes shimmered through impossible colors as she studied Eren and the seemingly vacant Viva.

"For four long cycles," Kaida began, the honey in her voice suddenly gone, replaced by a sharper tone that made the hairs on Eren’s arms prickle, "I have shown a patience quite... unusual for outsiders. I believed in your... willingness to share the delicate dance of this TUNA ritual. And yet," she paused, her gaze locking onto Eren, a hard glint in its depths, "progress has been... frustratingly glacial."

She completed her slow circuit, stopping inches from them, her presence radiating a quiet, potent power. The very air seemed to warp around her, the strange light in the room mirroring the shifting hues in her eyes.

"It dawns on me," Kaida continued, her voice now a silken threat, "that perhaps words alone are... insufficient. Perhaps a more... tangible demonstration is in order."

Viva finally spoke, her voice soft, almost a whisper, but with an undercurrent of defiance that surprised Eren. "The TUNA... it isn’t a thing you can just show. It’s a weaving of souls, an exchange so deep it’s born of... longing."

Number Three leaned forward, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Won’t she transfer element to him during this... demonstration?" The question hung in the air, sharp and pointed.

Kaida’s kaleidoscope eyes flashed. "Do not concern yourself. She wields an illusion element, and our Veilwalker as well. The exchange will be... contained."

Eren’s eyes met Viva’s, a silent language passing between them. He saw a flicker of her sharp, quick wit beneath the dullness of the enchantment.

"It’s alright, Viva," Eren murmured, his voice steadier than he felt. "If this is what it takes... if it will keep you safe... then let’s show them."

A ripple of something like shock, maybe even a dawning understanding, moved through the assembled elves. Kiran’s too-wide smile stretched even wider, her mismatched eyes flicking between Eren and Viva with a hungry curiosity. She leaned toward Luna, her voice a sibilant whisper that only Luna could hear. Luna’s face remained more composed, but a flicker of something akin to raw interest tightened the corners of her eyes.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Eren reached for the clasp of his tunic. The silence in the chamber seemed to deepen, the only sound the soft rasp of fabric as he began to undress.

As his tunic slid to the floor, revealing the bare expanse of his chest, the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. Number Two’s eyes widened, a gleam of appreciation sparking in their depths. Number Four’s gaze seemed to trace every contour of Eren’s exposed skin, clinical yet undeniably fascinated. Kiran leaned closer to Luna, her voice a poisonous whisper only Luna could hear " That’s bigger than your digger ". A faint, knowing smile touched Luna’s lips.

Eren’s hands moved to the fastenings of his trousers. The small clicks of the metal echoed in the unnerving stillness. He pushed the garment down his legs, his gaze unwavering as it met Kaida’s.

A collective breath seemed to sigh through the assembled elves. Their faces, moments before coolly detached, now held a mixture of fascination and something that felt ancient, primal. Number seven shifted uncomfortably, the first crack in the perfect façade of elven composure. Number one stood perfectly still, yet a muscle in her jaw twitched with poorly concealed interest.

Kiran’s whispers to Luna intensified, her voice a low, excited murmur only Luna could hear " I guess am having the first TUNA". Luna’s smile deepened, a hint of something predatory glinting in her eyes.

Eren stood before them, vulnerable yet unashamed, his bare skin a stark contrast to the cold, white perfection around them. He reached out, his hand gentle as it cupped Viva’s face, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone. Her unfocused gaze flickered, a shadow of recognition returning to her eyes.

He lowered his head, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered words meant only for her. A faint blush bloomed on Viva’s cheeks, and a delicate tremor ran through her body.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he guided her hands down his chest, lower, until her fingers tentatively wrapped around his hardening dick.

Eren closed his eyes, a low groan escaping his lips as Viva’s touch grew bolder, more certain.

With infinite care, Eren knelt before Viva. He took a slow, steadying breath, his gaze locking with hers. He could still see the lingering haze of the enchantment in her eyes, but beneath it, a spark of her true self flickered to life.

He drew her closer, his own hands trembling slightly. The silence in the chamber was now broken only by the soft rustle of their movements and the increasingly ragged sound of Eren’s breathing.

As Viva’s lips parted and her touch on his cock became more knowing, a visible wave of reaction rippled through the watching elves. Kaida’s kaleidoscope eyes widened almost imperceptibly, her usual detached amusement replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. Number Seven leaned forward, hands clasped tightly before them, knuckles white with tension.

The other members of the top seven shifted restlessly, their gazes fixed on the unfolding scene with an almost hypnotic fascination. Kiran’s whispers to Luna became more urgent, her body swaying almost imperceptibly with a palpable thrill: "His surrender is exquisite. Imagine the sounds he’d make under my blade instead of her touch." Luna watched with a cool, calculating gaze, her expression a carefully guarded mystery.

A low moan, raw and involuntary, escaped Eren’s lips, the sound echoing in the strangely hushed chamber. "Mmm-hmm..." he groaned, the sound laced with a mixture of arousal and a desperate, fragile hope that this act, this raw vulnerability, would be enough to sway Kaida, to shield Viva, and to somehow unravel the silken threads of their captivity. The fate of his mother, and perhaps everything else, hung precariously in the balance, resting on this intimate and deeply unsettling performance.

Eren’s breath hitched as Viva’s warm lips enclosed the length of his dick. The sensation was both intensely arousing and deeply unsettling, given the captive audience and the enchanted state of the woman before him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the physical reality of her mouth on him, the soft pressure, the slick warmth. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound that seemed amplified in the unnerving silence of the chamber. "Mmm-hmm..."

Number Three’s violet eyes narrowed further, her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Number Four’s electric blue gaze never wavered, drinking in every detail with an intensity that bordered on scientific.

The intensity of the ritual built slowly, a tightening coil of energy that seemed to fill the chamber. Eren’s breathing grew more ragged, his body beginning to tremble despite his efforts to remain still. Around him, the air seemed to shimmer with an unseen force, a tangible manifestation of the connection growing between him and Viva.

Finally, with a shuddering inhale, Eren gently cupped Viva’s head, his fingers tangling in her silver hair. The connection between them pulsed, visible now as threads of light that wove between their bodies. Her eyes, still somewhat distant, flickered up to meet his, but clearer now, more present.

"That’s enough," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He needed to shift the focus, to show the next part of the ritual.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he guided Viva until she lay back against the cool floor. Her silver hair fanned out around her head like a halo. He knelt beside her, his gaze locking with hers.

He reached down, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her face. A faint blush rose on her cheeks. He could feel the subtle tension in her body, a mixture of the lingering enchantment and perhaps a flicker of her own awareness.

As the ritual deepened, the threads of light between them grew stronger, brighter. Viva made a small, involuntary sound in the back of her throat, a sound of awakening.

Eren’s gaze lifted to meet Kaida’s. The elven queen watched with an almost clinical intensity, her expression unreadable. The other members of the top seven remained silent, their gazes fixed on the unfolding intimacy. Kiran, however, was practically vibrating with anticipation, her mismatched eyes wide and gleaming with a disturbing hunger.

With a slow reverence, Eren lowered his head. He inhaled deeply, the delicate scent of her filling his senses. Then, gently, he pressed his lips to her clit.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Viva’s lips, her body arching slightly against the floor. "Ah-h..." Eren felt a jolt of something akin to triumph. He was reaching her, breaking through the enchantment, even if only momentarily.

He continued to suckle gently, his tongue flicking across the sensitive nub. Viva’s hands, still bound by the bracelet, clenched into fists at her sides. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid.

The sounds in the chamber shifted. Eren’s soft, wet sounds mingled with Viva’s increasingly audible breaths and the occasional soft moan that escaped her lips. "Mmm... uhh..." The air crackled with a raw, primal energy that even the sterile white walls could not entirely contain.

He continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his tongue teasing and flicking, his lips creating a gentle suction. He could feel the subtle tremors that ran through Viva’s body, the gradual awakening of her senses. The distant look in her eyes began to recede, replaced by a dazed, unfocused intensity.

He knew he was treading a dangerous line, exposing himself and Viva in this intimate way before their captors. But it felt like the only way, the only language Kaida and her court might understand – the raw, undeniable language of connection, the building crescendo of power.

The silence of the watching elves remained unbroken, but Eren could feel the shift in their attention, the palpable intensity of their gaze. Kiran’s earlier excitement seemed to have deepened into a rapt fascination, her mismatched eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger. Even Luna’s cool composure seemed to have softened slightly, a hint of something akin to... understanding? in her sharp silver eyes. Kaida remained an enigma, her expression still unreadable, but her focus was absolute.

Eren knew this was more than just a demonstration. It was a desperate plea, a silent negotiation conducted through the most intimate of acts. He hoped, with every fiber of his being, that Kaida would see the truth in their actions, the genuine connection that even enchantment could not fully extinguish.