The Half-Elf's Secret
Erina, and me.
Slurp.
Like someone pressing their lips to a mug of beer just beginning to foam over, Erina sucked down the liquid I had made only moments ago.
It was a man's secretion — and she swallowed it without a flicker of hesitation. Some women refused this, thinking it filthy. But Erina treated it as though consuming it were simply part of what she owed, the most natural duty in the world. I could feel the will behind it: bracing for her first time to be clumsy, she meant to make up for it here with her mouth and win back every point she could. Me? I just found her endearing for it. No matter how many times I told her not to push herself, I doubted she'd listen now.
Gulp.
Slurp. Slurp.
Having naturally swallowed the last trace of precum, Erina spread her tongue wide and began licking me, starting at the slit of my cock. The range of her ministrations widened at a rapidly growing pace, and before long she was sucking my entire glans, smacking her lips over it like a child with an ice cream cone.
The longer it went on, the richer the inside of her mouth seemed to grow. Was it like filling a tiny bathtub with warm water, drop by drop? Shloop. Her sucking range kept expanding. Just when I thought she'd taken half of me in, most of my fully erect cock had somehow vanished into her mouth.
What she was doing now could properly be called a blowjob.
"Gck, gahk..."
I'd figured this would happen...
Maybe she'd gotten greedy. She tried to take me even deeper, and with my glans catching at the entrance of her throat, she couldn't hold out another second — drool began spilling in a messy trail from the corners of her mouth. And yet she absolutely refused to let my cock slip free.
"You okay?"
She nodded. She couldn't exactly talk with my cock in her mouth, so she just gave a small, gentle bob of her head.
For about ten minutes I stood there like that, my cock buried in Erina's mouth. I wanted to tell her she could stop, but it felt too good — the words wouldn't come. The way her plush tongue coiled around my shaft was heavenly. Warm, too. The rest of my body stayed cool thanks to the breeze drifting in from the forest, and that contradictory sensation — warm and cool at once — felt like something I could get addicted to.
And I could watch her skill improve in real time. I hadn't taught her a thing, yet her tongue work kept getting better and better. In gratitude, I stroked Erina's lustrous golden hair, then reached lower and gave her breasts a slow knead — my way of saying I liked what she was doing too.
But no matter how good it felt, someone had to call the end. Unless I told her to stop, Erina seemed determined not to quit until the sun went down — until my cock swelled up with her saliva and burst. And the most pressing problem was that I felt like I was going to blow at any moment.
Unloading into her mouth wouldn't be a problem in itself, but it would make me come across as some kind of premature ejaculator. Maybe once our bodies knew each other better — but this was our first time, and I wanted my first release to be down below, inside Erina.
"Thank you. Now I want to do something for you."
"Pwah!"
Only then did Erina surface like a diver breaking through water, gasping, and let my cock — lathered in froth — slip from her lips. The thin strand of saliva, once fine as a cheese pull, now hung between my cock and her mouth like a thick electrical cable. Her face was an absolute wreck. And still she beamed up at me, demanding praise.
"How was it? Did I do well?"
"You did great."
Pat, pat. As a reward, I gave one of her breasts a couple of playful pats, and Erina lit up with a wide, delighted smile.
I helped her up and moved to pull down her panties, already soaked through with her juices. But Erina — so bold until now — hesitated at this one thing, and I felt her hips draw back in refusal.
"Could I... take these off a little later? I'm so wet right now, it's embarrassing..."
"Why? What if I want to see you wet?"
"Then... how about we let it dry in the breeze for a moment first? There's just so much coming out right now..."
Pfft. Laughter burst out of me at the utterly unexpected suggestion. When I laughed, Erina wondered if it was really that funny and replayed her own words in her head.
"And how exactly were you planning to dry it? Lie back like you're sunbathing and spread your legs toward the wind?"
"Aaah..."
She'd apparently pictured it, because Erina couldn't meet my eyes.
"...Now that I think about it the way you put it, Master, that was a terribly embarrassing thing to say."
"It's a good thing when a woman gets that wet. It works as lubricant — it takes away the pain and makes everything feel better."
"When your cock goes inside my pussy, Master?"
"Mm-hmm."
Erina used the words cock and pussy without a flicker of hesitation. She'd probably learned them at the Stonefield slave auction. Rendered literally from the other-world tongue she'd actually used, they meant something like 'the rod that hangs from a man' and 'the pleasant hole carved into a woman' — and yes, using such words so bluntly was vulgar. But I had no desire to point that out! As long as she kept them away from customers, who cared? We were in the middle of our own private, happy time — the last thing I wanted was to lecture her about using nice, proper words. If anything, I ought to get vulgar right along with her.
"Well then, let's have a look. Just how wet is my Erina's pussy?"
"Ah!"
Sliiide. The moment she let her guard down, I yanked her panties down to her ankles in one motion. The inverted-triangle brand of the Stonefield auction house etched above her womb had scabbed over an ugly dark red by now, but I deliberately played ignorant and focused only on her pussy and the panties.
Wow. It was a complete disaster. It looked as if someone had stuffed a lump of melted cheese inside her pussy.
"......"
"Don't... don't stare at it like that..."
Erina turned her head away, face burning. She was confident in her breasts and her figure — those she'd happily show off all day — but this one thing seemed to genuinely embarrass her. So she could finally blush. Spotting her weakness, my mischievous streak woke up.
"You'd refuse your own master when he wants something?"
"...No..."
"I'm joking. If you ever don't want something, you can always say so."
"......."
"Should we stop, then? Or do it your way — let your pussy dry off in the breeze first..."
"...Please do it..."
"What was that?"
"...Please do it... Master."
"I can't hear you."
"Please have sex with me, Master. I want you to put it inside my pussy."
Erina said it with her whole body flushed crimson, face included. There we go. Well said.
I laid Erina down properly on the picnic mat, had her spread her legs wide in a capital-W, and instructed her to hold her own legs in place with both arms so they couldn't close.
Wide open. Erina's pussy had been cooped up inside her dark, damp panties for quite a long while. If she'd started leaking her first juices right before our kiss, she'd been bottling up her own nectar in there for a good long time — which was probably why her pussy looked thoroughly pickled in it. It was a little different from when I'd seen it on the table before: her outer lips swollen and wrinkled from the soak, and the inner folds and red flesh within them plump and glistening, heavy with moisture. But if I had to pick one thing unchanged from then to now, it was that stiff, bright-red clitoris. As bold as Erina's ample chest, her swollen clit had pushed back its own hood and was baring itself to me like it was showing off. One squeeze and it looked ready to squirt like a sponge.
Unable to resist teasing her a little longer, before I put my mouth on it to savor her, I set the tip of my index fingernail against her clit and gave it a light little poke, like pressing an elevator's floor button.
"Haaah...♡"
She jolted. Like an abalone. The way her hole clenched shut just then reminded me of a fresh abalone hauled up from a living sea. Not just her pussy — even her asshole flinched and puckered, and that tiny movement blew my patience, my plan to savor her at leisure, clean apart.
Tup. Tup.
"Aaah..."
I took the corners of her outer lips — both wings of her pussy — and stretched them out sideways, like pulling a child's cheeks. Her whole pussy stretched long and flattened as if doing its own stretches, then parted down the middle — and there, revealed inside the opening, Erina's red hymen came into view. It wasn't pristine right now. It was coated in the translucent, faintly sticky juices Erina herself had made.
I couldn't take it anymore! I buried my face straight into her pussy and lapped at her hole with my tongue, greedily devouring her nectar.
"Aaah! Ah! Master! Not so rough! Aaah! Ahhn♡ I-it feels good! It feels so good! To think you'd, you'd lavish this much on me! I never, never even dreamed of it!"
I had no time to answer her. Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp. Without pausing for breath, I feasted on Erina's juices. Perhaps feeling guilty that she'd only been on the receiving end, she flailed the hands that had been holding her legs, squirming like a flipped turtle as she tried to grab my cock, just out of her reach.
"Master, me too, please, give me your cock too...♡"
In the middle of my frantic feast, Erina begged for my cock as well. Without lifting my face from her pussy, I shifted my legs and climbed on top of her. When my cock naturally arrived near her mouth, Erina took it in without even changing position.
Chuup, slurp, slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Even though we'd both just eaten a hearty, delicious meal, this insane outdoor feast carried on in a frenzy. Personally, I owe whoever invented the sixty-nine a debt — but if there's one drawback, it's that I can't touch Erina's pretty face or her breasts. I suppose that's the point: focus entirely on each other's sensations and pleasure.
"Mmmh... haah... mmmmmh♡"
"Phew."
With both our mouths occupied, breathing was a challenge. I can't speak for Erina, but on my end it felt like swimming with half my body underwater. Even after devouring every drop from her pussy and all around it, fresh juices kept welling up from deep inside her hole like an unfailing spring. Probably because whenever I tired of drinking, I'd shove a finger deep inside and play until she squelched — that was why the all-you-can-drink supply never ran dry.
I'm full. Let's stop eating. And did I have to be the one to call it again? It felt like losing, and it annoyed me. Tiring of her nectar, I lifted my head to peek through the gap and see how Erina was doing — she was still going at my cock single-mindedly, gagging away. She seemed used to the feeling of my tip catching at her throat now; even when my glans knocked against her Adam's apple and lodged in her gullet, she didn't so much as cough, just kept alternating suction and release.
I had no choice but to raise myself up.
"Why are you working so hard? Is it a slave's ambition to win her master's approval?"
"Pwah!"
However much she loved my cock, this much apparently demanded an answer — Erina surfaced again, just like before.
"Yes! I want to be acknowledged!"
"You're already acknowledged — as an employee!"
"I want to be acknowledged as your personal sex slave too! That way you'll never sell me off to someone else!"
"Good grief."
Obviously Erina had said that last part in jest. By now, Erina and I were each becoming someone irreplaceable to the other. Erina was not something to be sold or handed off to anyone. So I took her joke and ran with it.
"Well then, shall we see how good you are as a sex slave?!"
"Eek."
I spread her legs and pushed in between them, readying to press my cock against her right away — and Erina let out a short squeal full of anticipation.
"Ah, wait."
I reached into the picnic basket and rummaged around at the bottom. My fingers closed around a small, flat, square little object in a plastic wrapper. A condom.
"What's that?"
"This? Well, you see..."
Rip. Showing her seemed better than explaining, so I tore the wrapper open and pulled out the contents.
"It looks like a round, squashed-flat jelly..."
That was Erina's first impression of a condom. Classic Erina — even this, she was thinking of as food.
It had been a very long time since I'd used one, and I was clumsy at it too, but I hadn't forgotten how it went on. I pinched the reservoir tip to squeeze out the air, then set it over the head of my cock like putting on a cap. Once it sat properly in place, I rolled the rest down my shaft, sheathing the whole length like pulling on a sock.
"Uh... this... if it's like this... if it's like this..."
Seeing my cock entirely sheathed in a thin, translucent rubber film, Erina's expression turned puzzled. I couldn't be a hundred percent certain from what I'd heard, but contraception didn't exist in this other world. Naturally so — here, a woman's pregnancy was a blessing, a duty she was bound to fulfill. That held true in every nation, among every race. Erina was no exception.
Erina felt over the surface of my sheathed erection here and there, and though she didn't know its name, she seemed to grasp its purpose — a device to prevent pregnancy — because for the first time, she gave me a dissatisfied look.
"Why... why would you put this on? What we have is more than enough already..."
"Hmm... I just want to be careful for now?"
"Is it... is it because I'm a slave? Am I not allowed to carry your child, Master?"
"No, it's nothing like that... It's just."
I realized this wasn't the moment to explain everything to Erina — that for the sake of my dreams here, now wasn't the time to be raising a baby. And I had a feeling that if I laid it all out, the mood would shatter completely.
"Master, I don't know if you already know this, but..."
Erina suddenly choked up, lying there as if she were about to burst into tears on the spot. I read it as her feeling hurt that I was using protection instead of finishing inside her.
"I'm sorry, Erina. I didn't realize this would disappoint you so much."
"No, it's not that..."
Erina drew a deep breath and, as if steeling herself, spoke to me in a confessional tone.
"Half-elves... can't get pregnant. So you don't need to wear something like this... No matter what we do, my body can't bear your child, Master!"
Half-elves can't get pregnant?!
"There's a thing like that?"
It was something I'd never once considered, so I fumbled for a moment, stalling.
"I heard it from my mother... She said that between different races, pregnancy ends after one generation. The child born of it... especially if it's a daughter, her womb can't properly receive a man's seed, so she can't conceive..."
"Hmm...."
Looking almost resentful, Erina, still lying there, began lightly thumping her fist against her womb — the spot where the inverted-triangle brand sat. So her mother had told her. According to what Erina had said before, her mother had been an ordinary human maiden living in an ordinary, isolated cottage deep in the woods. A woman with no real education, living far from anywhere — there was no way she'd have known a thing like that. It must have been Erina's father, the elf, who passed the knowledge on. A parent wouldn't lie to their daughter about something so crucial. It didn't sound like baseless rumor.
In that case, the plan had changed. I wanted to test it. What was there to worry about? What was wrong with starting a family while I chased my grand dreams and plans? What was wrong with having a baby? If a child came from Erina and me, we'd simply raise it lovingly together while I built my dream.
I gripped the reservoir tip of the condom sheathed on my cock and peeled the whole thing off with a firm pull. Air hissed into the vacuum between rubber and skin, and my sturdy cock — slick again with Erina's juices and the lube from inside the condom — gleamed as it reclaimed its full glory.
"M-Master?"
"Let's put that claim to the test. From now on, every time we do this, I'm coming inside your pussy."
"But..."
"Whether or not you carry my child, the way I feel about you won't change. But if a baby does come,"
"We'll raise it well together."
"We'll raise it together!"
"Ah... aahh!"
Moved beyond words, Erina wept, tears streaming down both cheeks as if she were dreaming. There was nothing more to say. I settled into position and drove my cock into Erina's spread, dripping hole with everything I had!