The Angel's Peak
Only after her climax had fully subsided did I speak.
“Pissing in every direction like that… how sloppy.”
“Hiiit, I’m sorryyy.”
“This room will be unusable until it’s cleaned, so prepare another one.”
“Yesss.”
She seemed heavily affected by the aftershocks of her orgasm, barely able to collect herself. With no other choice, I decided to wait for her to regain her senses while also examining the state of her insides. I slipped my tail into her womb.
Thanks to the latex transformation, her cervical opening yielded easily. As I explored within, I found a healthy latex womb—soft and elastic, just like my own. I traced my way up the fallopian tubes to check her ovaries; they too were encased in a protective layer of latex. At the movement of my tail, a tiny mini-slime resembling Las emerged from the womb and began pushing against my tail in warning.
Even though it had been created by splitting off from Las, it didn’t seem to recognize my tail or my vital energy. In the end, the persistent pressure from the mini-slime trying to force me out made me withdraw my tail. I released my transformation.
I had thought about it before, but these mini-slimes seemed to be doing their best in their own way to protect the interior of the womb. Honestly, though, they were far too weak. The latex appeared to grant immunity against bacteria and viruses, but I doubted it could withstand a forced intrusion from an external monster. It was probably the limit of a gentle nature spirit slime.
The smell of urine was growing unpleasant, so I couldn’t wait any longer. I lifted the still-dazed Luya into my arms and carried her to the bathroom. I tossed our urine-soaked clothes straight into the laundry basket, washed both her body and mine, then stepped into the bathtub.
She had come to her senses while I was washing her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she remained silent for a long while before finally opening her mouth.
“I’m truly sorry, Master. I never imagined I would squirt like that…”
“I’ve heard that urination during orgasm is often habitual and impossible to control on one’s own.”
“R-really? I don’t understand why this is suddenly happening to me. What should I do?”
At least according to the knowledge I possessed as an Angel and what I had learned in Eden, there was no proper way to stop someone like Luya from forcefully squirting during climax without the aid of a tool.
“As far as I know, you’ll need to borrow the power of a device.”
“A device?”
“I’m not sure if they have them here, but back in the Eden where I lived, there was a tool that attaches to the urethra and uses a plug to artificially control urination. If you keep the plug in place, it can prevent urine from spraying even during orgasm.”
Because it required inserting an artificial tube into the urethra, one would lose the natural bodily function of controlling excretion. However, the ability to artificially regulate urination was highly effective. It was similar to the device that had been installed on Rico’s cock.
After I explained the side effects to her, her eyes sparkled at the part about artificially controlling urination.
“Does that mean even peeing would be under control?”
“In a way, yes?”
“Haa… just thinking that I can only pee with Master’s permission makes my heart race.”
“Just so you know, holding your urine for too long is bad for your body, so don’t expect me to make you hold it for extended periods.”
“It’s enough just to be controlled by Master. Honestly, Master doesn’t control your slaves nearly enough. People who do slave play usually control their partners way more than you do, don’t they?”
“Hmm.”
I honestly couldn’t deny Luya’s words. I had been considerate of her, since she had only just begun living as a slave, and I didn’t particularly enjoy the thrill of controlling others. That was why I had only been controlling her orgasms. But it seemed she wanted even more restrictions as a slave.
“So… could you at least control my urination, please?”
“If you’re asking me that earnestly, I suppose I have no choice. When we return to Eden later…”
“I’ll go get the device myself!”
“Uh… sure, go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master!”
She seemed so excited about being controlled that she answered with full vigor, even snapping into a salute.
This woman… her aptitude for slavery is terrifying.
I don’t think I was ever that bad… was I?
Your inclinations are simply different, but you’re quite the genuine slave yourself, young lady.
Ehh, is that so.
And so the highly motivated slave Luya went straight to the dark shop that very night and returned with the device in hand. Since my room had been soiled with urine, we slept in Luya’s room instead. I was sitting on the bed when she stood before me, boldly presenting the urethral insertion device.
I was surprised that such a niche item could be obtained so easily at night, and equally surprised that Luya had gone out and bought it immediately.
“I bought the most expensive, highest-grade product in the store!”
“Why did you rush out and buy this right away? We haven’t even confirmed it’s truly habitual yet.”
“That doesn’t matter anymore. I just want to be controlled by Master.”
“Sigh.”
I took the device from her and examined it. It had a rather thick tube with a plug adorned by a round gem, and what appeared to be a magic circle engraved on it. Pointing at the tube—which looked far too thick for a beginner—I said,
“This is too thick for a beginner to insert safely. We should start by gradually expanding with a thinner device first…”
“It has all kinds of magic cast on it, so even beginners can use it. It’s safe, clean, and even has recovery functions. It’s a top-tier product.”
“Just how much did this…”
“Hmm… about a year’s income for an average low-rank hunter?”
I didn’t know the exact amount, but I could tell that the price for a single device meant for urethral play was absurd. It felt eerily similar to the situation when Maria had fitted Rico with that chastity belt.
Anyway, overwhelmed by Luya’s enthusiasm, I touched the device and said,
“Then I’ll insert it for you, so come closer and stand here.”
“Yes!”
She walked right up to me, put her hands behind her back, spread her legs, and looked at me with sparkling eyes. I spread her labia, touched the small urethral opening above her vaginal entrance with my fingers, then pressed the tip of the device against it.
Light immediately shone from the tip, and the device began sliding smoothly into her urethra, which was far narrower than the tube itself.
“Hiiit.”
“Magic really is amazing.”
The tube, which was relatively short compared to male versions, disappeared completely into her urethra in no time. The widest part near the plug sealed the entrance and emitted another flash of light. After the brief glow, the device fused completely with her urethra. Even when I tugged on it, the surrounding flesh simply stretched; it wouldn’t come out at all.
Since it was a device made for sexual play, I rubbed the small gem attached as a handle for the plug and said,
“In Eden, the best we could do was slow, gradual expansion. But with magic, it expands instantly. Incredible.”
“Haa… it feels like I’m going to leak.”
“That sensation is because your urethra has been forcibly opened. It’ll feel uncomfortable for a while, but you’ll get used to it.”
“Yesss.”
Luya was fidgeting, clearly unsettled by the feeling of the device piercing her urethra. I took the instruction manual from her and read it. True to its top-grade status, the manual was ornately decorated and contained detailed explanations of the device, precautions, and information about repair visits for maintenance and inspection.
The device, enchanted with over a dozen different spells, was single-use. Once worn, its magic would expire and it could not be reused. Most importantly, because it was disposable, it could not be removed by ordinary means. Once inserted, the tube would magically bond with the urethra, making removal impossible without further magical treatment. It had been designed as a semi-permanent modification, which was why it was made disposable.
“Once this is inserted, you won’t be able to take it out normally. Did you know that?”
“Yes. The shop owner personally recommended this one.”
“Luya, no matter how much you want to be controlled by me, I hope you’ll value your own body as a slave. Especially with something like this semi-permanent modification—you must be even more cautious. It’s already done now, so there’s nothing we can do, but from now on, you must get my permission first. Understand?”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”
After hearing my words, she seemed to realize she had gone too far. She adopted a reflective attitude and apologized.
Watching her act first and think later when consumed by desire, I began to feel that, just as she said, I really did need to exert more control over her.
“A bitch who uncontrollably spills her desires needs to be punished. Get on all fours.”
“Yes!”
Without the slightest hesitation or delay, Luya dropped to the floor. As she crawled on all fours and drew close to my feet, I stroked her face with my toes and said,
“What kind of punishment should I give a disobedient bitch who worries her owner?”
“Any punishment is…”
“Quiet. From now on, when you answer my questions, bark like a proper bitch.”
“Woof, woof.”
Instead of looking ashamed at my command to bark, Luya’s face lit up with excitement as she barked enthusiastically. I slid my toes under her chin, then pushed them between her plump, crimson lips.
“Lick my feet.”
“Woof!”
She barked vigorously in reply, then extended her tongue and began licking my feet like a dog, lapping eagerly. Yet looking at her face, she seemed positively delighted. It felt less like punishment and more like a reward. I wondered if I had underestimated Luya’s perversion.
She licked each toe and the spaces between them with great care. When my foot grew slick, I wiped it across her cheek and said,
“Ordering a bitch to lick feet isn’t even a punishment. How pathetic.”
“W-woof.”
Slap. Slap.
I alternated slapping both her cheeks with my foot. She kept her eyes lowered, wearing an expression that mixed humiliation and pleasure, and accepted the blows obediently. No matter how I looked at it, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her masochistic tendencies appeared even more hopeless than mine, which left me feeling somewhat troubled.
After that, I tried various things—making her lie on her back and expose her belly like a dog, attaching a leash to her collar and dragging her around—but instead of looking upset, she only seemed to like it more. It appeared that my earlier teachings about how a slave should think and behave were the cause. Above all, the biggest problem was that, like me, she didn’t seem to dislike anything in particular.
No matter what I made her do, she enjoyed it and accepted everything as pleasure. There was no such thing as punishment for her as a slave; it was all just fun. I was beginning to understand why the owners who had trained me had so strictly controlled and forbidden pleasure. Since she didn’t dislike anything, the only option was to restrict the things she liked.
In the end, I gave up on punishing her. I crouched beside the bed, stroked the head of the squatting Luya, and said,
“No matter how humiliating the order, you only seem to enjoy it. It can’t possibly count as punishment.”
“Woof, woof woof.”
“What can I do? It’s my fault for not noticing your perverted nature and teaching you wrong. It’s because I was lacking that you’ve become such a hopeless perverted bitch.”
“Whine.”
She whined as if to comfort me and licked my hand. After watching Luya—who had, in such a short time, become a perfect bitch in anyone’s eyes—I said,
“A good bitch needs a new name. Hmm, what would be good…”
Taking the ‘Lu’ from Luya… Luci? That sounded too much like Lucifer. Something with a similar sound… Lasha? Lasha sounded nice.
“From now on, our bitch’s name is Lasha.”
“Woof!”
“Do you like it, Lasha?”
“Woof woof!”
The elf who had become a bitch, Lasha, seemed delighted with her new name. She glanced around cautiously, then slowly moved the tongue that had been licking my hand toward my crotch. As if offering service, she carefully pressed her tongue against my pussy and began licking slowly.
My body, which had begun feeling sexual pleasure again, responded faithfully to Lasha’s tongue and soon started dripping fluids. Lasha, who had been looking up at my face, saw the love juices flowing and took it as permission. She focused solely on my pussy.
I hadn’t spread my legs very wide, but because Lasha’s head was so small and my pelvis was so wide, there was plenty of space between my thighs. She slipped her head between them and began sucking my pussy with surprising ease.
“Chup, chuup!”
By the way… should I pretend to feel it? She was working so hard, but if I just stared without reacting, the mood would turn strange. When I noticed Lasha beginning to sneak glances at me while diligently sucking, I started acting as if I were feeling it, spreading my legs wider to make it easier for her.
Encouraged by my reaction, she began sucking even more vigorously. However, since it was her first time performing cunnilingus, her technique was quite clumsy and didn’t provide strong stimulation. Still, because my pussy was so sensitive, the pleasure came through clearly and I was able to enjoy it quite a bit.
In the midst of time filled only with moans and wet, slurping sounds, her diligent licking and sucking finally bore fruit. My body began reacting as if approaching climax.
“I’m getting close, so keep going just a little longer.”
“Slurp, woof!”
At my words that I was about to cum, she moved her tongue even more eagerly. Thanks to her devoted service, I soon reached orgasm.
“Hngh!”
“Shluurp!”
I collapsed onto the bed in accordance with the pleasure of climax. I controlled my body, which wanted to move on its own, and acted as if I were savoring the orgasm. A look of pride bloomed on Lasha’s face.
Listening to the sound of Lasha eagerly drinking down the overflowing love juices, I enjoyed the pleasure of climax, then lifted my body—now filled only with lingering afterglow—and said,
“Huu… well done.”
“Woof! Woof!”
It had been her first time, so it was a bit awkward, but I praised her for working so hard that she nearly exhausted herself.
“But it was clumsy. I’ll teach you how to suck cock, so practice whenever you have time.”
“Woof!”
“Now, return to being Luya.”
“Yes, Master! I’ll wipe you clean.”
Luya rose from her position on the floor and answered. She brought a damp towel and carefully cleaned between my legs, then wiped down the bed and floor as well. After that, she knelt politely and said,
“Thank you for training me.”
“It felt more like I was relieving a slave’s sexual frustration, though.”
“Hehe.”
She must have felt the same way, because she gave me a coy smile. Her heart-shaped pupils darted about before she suddenly clapped her hands as if she had just remembered something.
“Oh! I had a conversation with the slime that’s symbiotically living in my womb.”
“You can talk with slimes?”
“Using spirit power, I can communicate to some extent with spirits. Anyway, I talked with the slime and we reached an agreement.”
“An agreement?”
“Since we’re going to be living together in my body anyway, we decided to help each other. I’ll provide nutrients and spirit power, and the slime will offer help in return. Like this.”
Luya stood up, closed her eyes, and concentrated. From her pussy, black mucus began to slowly ooze out, gradually covering her pale skin.