The Voyeur Elf (Part 2)
The guild warehouse smelled of dust and the sharp, musky scent of night-blooming flowers. A single shaft of light from a small ventilation window cut through the air, illuminating the floating motes of dust. In the languid, humid atmosphere left behind after their passionate encounter, Eila sat perched on the edge of the bed, straightening her disheveled clothes.
She still wore the flesh-colored stockings Hans had torn apart. The crotch was completely ripped open, leaving the fabric in tatters. Without bothering to put on any underwear, she gave her skirt a few quick tugs, pulling it back down from where it had been bunched around her thighs to just above her knees.
"Um... Miss Eila?" Hans asked worriedly as he paused in buttoning his shirt. "Isn't that uncomfortable? Shouldn't you take the stockings off...? You're not even wearing panties."
Eila smiled seductively and approached him, reaching out to fix his crooked collar. "This is more comfortable. Better ventilation, too." Her fingers brushed lightly against the nape of his neck. "Besides... these stockings are proof that you ripped them, aren't they? And going without panties... every step makes everything rub together inside. It's quite stimulating."
She buried her nose against his neck and took a deep breath. "Sniff... sniff..." Her eyes grew hazy with pleasure. "Mmm... my scent mixed with yours... it smells so lewd."
Hans looked troubled and tried to pull back slightly. "Miss Eila, I really need to get going now... If the smell sticks to me too much, it'll be a problem. Miss Masa will notice it like a bloodhound..."
"Masa?" Eila's expression turned icy in an instant. The languid sensuality from moments ago vanished completely, replaced by a chilling gaze. Ignoring his words, she extended her tongue and gave his neck a slow, deliberate lick.
"Hiiik!" As Hans flinched, Eila whispered in a low voice, "Don't wipe it off. I told you to advertise it, didn't I? 'This man belongs to Eila.'"
Her eyes gleamed with an obsession that went far beyond simple affection—a chilling, spine-tingling possessiveness. "Any other bitches who catch a whiff of it should tuck their tails and run. I need to marinate you thoroughly."
Hans let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arms around her waist. Both Miss Masa and Miss Eila were terrifying older women, but knowing there were women this obsessed with him wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Understood... But Miss Eila, please be careful not to get caught while working. Something might start dripping between your legs."
At his mischievous remark, Eila's face flushed bright red. She gave his chest a light punch with her fist. "Pervert. Whose fault do you think it is that I'm so full down there? Take responsibility."
Though her tone was pouty, her eyes were completely sincere. Hans looked straight into them with the most serious expression in the world and answered, "Yes. I'll take responsibility."
"......?"
Eila stared up at him blankly. Even if it was just empty words, it felt good to hear—but there wasn't a trace of playfulness in Hans's eyes. His gaze carried a gravity that bordered on solemn determination. What the... why is he being so serious? Does he actually mean it? Something deep in her chest trembled.
"If you can't even say it properly..." Eila muttered grumpily, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Fine. Hurry up and go. Lunch break is almost over. If you stay any longer, I won't be able to handle the afternoon shift."
She gave his back a gentle push. But as she watched his retreating figure leave through the door, a happy smile played across her lips.
Behind the warehouse, high up in a massive oak tree. Serena, the elf who had been hiding among the thick leaves, felt her legs give out as she collapsed into a sitting position.
"Haa... haa..."
The spirit stone telescope in her hands trembled violently. The scene she had witnessed through the lens was utterly shocking. The monstrous size of that human male. His tireless thrusting. Even as the woman screamed and climaxed, he kept pounding into her like a beast without pause—an overwhelming performance.
"Insane... A human with that kind of stamina..." Serena bit her lip and moaned. "And that receptionist bitch walked out like nothing happened... She's no ordinary woman either."
The inside of her thighs was already soaking wet with arousal. The thin fabric of her skirt clung stickily to her skin, which should have been uncomfortable, but even that sticky sensation had transformed into pleasure.
Once the pair had completely left the warehouse, Serena nimbly dropped from the tree. Tap. A silent landing. She scanned her surroundings, then slipped through the open ventilation window into the warehouse.
Whoosh. The air inside was still thick with the heat of their coupling and that sharp, musky scent. Serena closed her eyes and inhaled with an ecstatic expression.
"Sniff... the male's scent... it's so strong. So this is what a human man smells like."
It was different from the fresh scent of forest herbs—a primal, beastly odor. Her gaze locked onto the center of the bed sheet. A sticky puddle of fluid that had overflowed from her entrance and soaked the fabric. It was the semen Hans had poured into Eila.
Serena approached as if in a trance and knelt down. With trembling fingers, as though touching a sacred relic of the forest, she dipped them into the puddle. The white fluid stretched stickily between her fingers.
"So this... came from that ferocious thing."
She stared at the liquid coating her fingers for a moment, then slowly extended her tongue and licked it up.
Slurp... lick.
The bitter, salty taste spread through her mouth. Elven pride? Forest guardian? She could shove all of that to the dogs. In this moment, she was nothing more than a bitch in heat.
"Haa... it's so hot... even though it's cooled down, it's still this warm."
Serena clutched her own breasts. Her stomach fluttered, and her legs felt weak. All her worries about her species going extinct or her bloodline ending evaporated from her mind in a white haze. All that remained was a primal thirst to be filled by this man's essence right now.
"Mission, duty—none of it matters anymore. I just... I just want to get fucked. I want him to wreck my insides completely..."
Serena rubbed the semen-coated finger against her lips, her eyes hazy with lust. "Should I just pounce on him tonight...? Without any interruptions this time."
Her pupils gleamed with raw greed.
Hans whistled cheerfully as he headed back toward the inn. His body felt pleasantly languid after his time with Eila, but his mood was at an all-time high. As expected of Miss Eila. So prim and proper outside, but in bed she's... He thought it would be perfect to eat the meal Miss Masa prepared and take a nice nap.
That was when he saw it. Right in front of the inn entrance, a jet-black carriage stood imposingly. It was a luxurious vehicle bearing the crest of the viscount's family.
'Huh?'
The carriage door opened, and a familiar face appeared. It was Mari. She had clearly been waiting for quite some time, staring at him with cold eyes.
"Please get in. My lady and the young miss are waiting for you."
Hans flinched and took a step back. "Um, Miss Mari? How did you know I was back..."
"Did you really think you could hide from the viscount's eyes in a place like Ludel?" Mari's voice was completely dry. "It's a bit inconvenient right now. I just... exercised a bit and need to wash up..."
When Hans tried to make an excuse, Mari stepped down from the carriage and grabbed his arm in the blink of an eye. Grip. Her strength was no joke. She whispered into his ear, "It is my lady's command. If you refuse, I'll be the one in trouble."
There was a strange tremor in her voice. "And... I've been waiting for you too."
Before Hans could even process the meaning behind her words, he was half-forcibly shoved into the carriage. Slam. The door closed, and the carriage began to move.
And the entire scene was being watched from a nearby tree. It was Serena. Hidden among the branches with camouflage coloring, she perked up her ears as she watched the carriage depart.
"He was just rolling around with that receptionist bitch, and now a noble lady? He's certainly keeping busy. Are all human males like this?"
Serena clicked her tongue. "His stamina is impressive too. Won't he just dry up and die at this rate?"
As Serena continued tsk-tsking, Masa burst out of the inn.
"Ugh, seriously! It's this hard just to get the man to eat one meal! Are those bitches sniffing him out or something?"
Masa pointed furiously at the departing carriage, venting her frustration. "Hans is mine! Leave him alone already!"
After grumbling for a while, she sighed and turned around—only for her expression to suddenly twist.
Serena, curious, followed her gaze and turned her head as well. "Oh my, what's that now?"
Through her lens, she saw a knight in shining silver armor and a woman in uniform striding forward with imposing presence.
"Is Hans here!" The voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Karen approached with heavy steps, completely ignoring Masa's increasingly sour expression. "I've come for a long-overdue turbid energy emission session! My body feels terribly stiff! I brought Rina along too!"
"Sage-nim! I have arrived as well! It seems the turbid energy has accumulated inside me once again!"
When Rina joined in, eyes sparkling, Masa's patience finally snapped.
"He's not here! I said he's not here! You hags are causing a scene at someone else's business!" Masa shrieked, scolding them fiercely.
Karen and Rina clicked their tongues in disappointment and turned to leave. Up in the tree, Serena was speechless.
"That silver tin can who looks like a brute, plus her subordinate? Just how many women is he entangled with? Does that man even have any energy left?"
A short while later, another group arrived—this time wearing white uniforms. Lucia wasn't with them, but they were the two subordinate priests who had accompanied her when she first came to Ludel. They stood before the inn door with reverent expressions, like pilgrims visiting a holy site.
One of them bowed politely and asked, "By Lady Lucia's command... we came to show Sir Hans the current status of the temple restoration. Is he inside by any chance?"
Masa was now too exhausted to even respond properly and simply waved them away. "I told you he's not here! Why are you all like this, seriously!"
Even the priests left with disappointed looks. Serena could no longer contain her shock.
"A knight commander and priests too... Just who is this man? Is he some kind of national treasure?"
She realized her original plan to easily kidnap and monopolize him needed a complete overhaul. "I underestimated him... The competition is no joke. For today, I'll just observe. If I poke the beehive too recklessly, I'll get stung."
Serena concealed herself once more, deciding to wait for the next opportunity.
Inside the rattling carriage, Hans felt like he was sitting on a bed of thorns. Only he and Mari were inside. Normally they would have sat facing each other, but Mari had pressed herself right up against him on the same seat. Her thigh was touching his leg.
"Um, Miss Mari? There's plenty of space, so why are you sitting so..." Hans asked awkwardly.
Mari looked at him with a cold expression. However, her face was faintly flushed. "Before you meet the young miss... empty out that filthy lust of yours."
She took Hans's hand and placed it on her breast. "If you act disgracefully in front of her again, I'll kill you."
Her words were harsh, but her heart was pounding violently. Ever since she had offered her virginity to Hans last time, her body had come to recognize him as 'the man who opened the path of pleasure for her.' The thrill of this forbidden pleasure behind her lady's back was paralyzing her usually cool reason.
Hans didn't refuse. No—he couldn't refuse. The rich, springy softness transmitted through the stiff fabric of her maid uniform. He began kneading Mari's breasts as if entranced.
"Hngh..." A suppressed moan escaped Mari's lips.
Hans boldly claimed her mouth. Mari pretended to resist for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and responding deeply.
"Mmm... haa... slurp..." Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. It was the moment the cool maid's mask shattered completely.
Hans's hand slipped under Mari's skirt.
"Shh." Mari pulled her lips away and covered his mouth. "You mustn't make noise. The coachman will hear."
Her eyes were moist with desire. She unbuckled Hans's pants, slid her own panties down, and climbed onto his lap of her own accord.
"Stay still. I'll... take care of everything. If you move, you'll make noise."
She lifted her skirt and positioned the head of Hans's massive member at her entrance.
"Huu..." Slowly. Very slowly. She lowered her hips, swallowing his shaft. The overwhelming fullness. The foreign sensation scraping against her inner walls nearly made her moan out loud.
"Ungh... it's too big... I'm so full..."
To hold back her voice, Mari showered Hans with more kisses. The moans swallowed into his mouth, the ragged breathing. Inside the rattling carriage, in that cramped space, their secret union continued.
Mari couldn't move too vigorously for fear of being heard by the coachman, so she enjoyed the stimulation by making small, subtle rotations of her hips. That restrained movement only made Hans's senses even more sensitive.
I'm going crazy. Mari's pussy... it's sucking me in so tightly.
Hans suppressed the urge to grab her waist. Mari gripped his shoulders tightly and breathed hotly into his ear.
"Haa... haa... you... you're really a beast..."
Her inner walls clenched tightly around his cock. The urge to climax surged forward. I'm going to take responsibility for Miss Masa and Miss Eila... so of course I can take responsibility for Miss Mari too. They're all my women.
Hans's brain filter had completely broken. Contraception? That concept had already flown off to Andromeda.
"I'm coming, Miss Mari!" Hans whispered. Mari squeezed her eyes shut and clung to his neck.
"No... if you do it inside..."
Despite her words, she pressed her hips down even deeper. Spurt! Spurtt!
Hans's hot semen poured deep into Mari's womb.
"Huuuuuuuugh!"
Mari bit down on Hans's shoulder as she let out a silent scream. Every time the carriage jolted, their bodies pressed even more tightly together, prolonging the aftershocks.
Even after he finished, Mari didn't get off for a long time. She buried her face in his chest, breathing heavily.
"Haa... you stupid man... what are you going to do if you finish inside..."
Though she scolded him, her voice was laced with both relief and deep satisfaction. After all, she had secretly wanted it too.