A Future Together
Angel of Eden. 83
Anyway, thanks to that, I’d completely lost the mood for sex today. I should get to bed early and wake up early so I can stop by the Underground City. Oh, right—I need to check on the bio-suit as well.
The tentacle that had taken root in my belly had grown steadily over time and was now fully mature. Unlike Tyriel, who resided in my master’s stomach, this one had no tail to serve as an activation switch, but because its nerves were connected to mine, it would emerge when called.
“Tya, come out.”
‘Kyung?’
Standing in front of the mirror, I rubbed my stomach and called. Unlike when it was young, a now-thickened tentacle slid out through my anus and crawled up my body. The sensation of the thick appendage scraping against my anus sent a light thrill through me. I tapped the tentacle coiled around my neck with my finger.
“It’s been a while since you came out. You’ve been well, haven’t you?”
‘Kyuuung.’
Tya rubbed its tentacle against my finger, conveying affection. When it was younger, it had often expressed itself by begging for food, but after maturing, it had become remarkably quiet. What had once been attached only to part of my intestines had now spread throughout the entire tract, large enough to envelop my whole body.
“You can devour my entire body now, right? Want to try?”
‘Kyung.’
“Hnn!”
With a wet sound, Tya’s body poured out from my anus just like Tyriel’s had, instantly swallowing my head and wrapping around my torso. I shivered slightly at the long-forgotten sensation of its damp, warm touch and waited for it to finish consuming me. Once the tentacles had covered me down to my fingertips and toes, the process was complete. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror—my reflection was gone.
I stretched and tested my movements. The fine tentacles clinging to my skin shifted smoothly in response. They secreted mucus, adhering to my body without friction and faithfully performing the bio-suit’s functions.
‘Tya, release just my head.’
‘Kyu.’
Whoosh—the tentacles around my head parted, and my steam-wreathed face appeared in the mirror. My hair, soaked in mucus, dried quickly, leaving a glossy sheen.
“Phew… Breathing really is uncomfortable while wearing the bio-suit. And besides…”
Tya’s bio-suit had a few issues. Because it retained functions that Tyriel had partially lost when it became a suit, problems arose. At least Tya restrained itself from rooting too deeply into my nerves, but it couldn’t stop secreting mucus laced with estrus-inducing compounds. The mucus absorbed through my skin left me feeling faintly aroused.
“It’s fine. The bio-suit functions are perfect as they are. Tya, release me now.”
‘Kyuuu.’
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
‘Kyuuk.’
The intent Tya conveyed was that it wanted to show me one of its abilities. Another ability? What could it be?
“What is it?”
At that moment, the sight of only my head floating in the mirror changed dramatically. The camouflage ability of the tentacles enveloping my body deactivated, revealing a body composed of purple flesh. The suit, made of slowly writhing tentacles, had thick ones at the connection points while the rest consisted of clusters of smaller tentacles that traced the lines of my figure. It wasn’t exactly aesthetically pleasing, however.
Come to think of it, wasn’t the camouflage passive? Could it be turned off?
“Turning off the camouflage is interesting, but is that the ability you wanted to show me?”
‘Kyung.’
“Eek!”
The suit disassembled in that state, returning to my anus in full view. Ugh, the sensation was one thing, but the visual wasn’t pleasant. Tya retreated as quickly as it had emerged and began tapping the back of my womb from inside my stomach to communicate.
‘Kyuuung.’
“Hm?”
Following Tya’s intent, I looked in the mirror and saw that some of the tentacles remained, wrapping around my breasts and crotch like underwear. Was it mimicking lingerie? Aside from the fact that it was made of writhing tentacles, it looked like peculiar purple undergarments.
“Oh, it’s surprisingly comfortable.”
‘Kyukyu.’
I jumped in place and stretched, but the thin tentacles clung so closely to my skin that I could move smoothly without any catching. It was incomparably more comfortable than regular underwear—like wearing nothing at all.
“But there’s a tentacle running along my spine. I guess it has to stay connected.”
The tentacle from the bra-like section ran down my spine to connect with the panties. The panties were linked to my anus, so part of Tya’s body inside my stomach remained exposed. While I was touching the tentacle underwear with my hand, tentacles extended from the one on my spine to either side, beginning to wrap around my waist.
Wondering what it was doing, I left it alone. The tentacles gathered in front of my abdomen, connected to the underwear, and began to tighten. Huh, was it mimicking a corset?
“Ugh, loosen it a little. There we go.”
‘Kyu.’
The tightly cinched tentacles made my waist appear even slimmer, emphasizing my breasts and hips. The tentacles completely encircling my waist gradually hardened and locked into place. It reminded me of the days I used to wear the laminate suit.
“You wanted to show me that it could function as underwear. It’s not bad.”
Checking myself from various angles in the mirror, I found I liked it more than I expected. Especially the firm yet incredibly soft tentacle corset—it brought back old memories. I’d forgotten about it for a while, but I rather liked corsets. Even now, the pleasant pressure on my waist and abdomen felt good.
“Can you disassemble it immediately in an emergency?”
‘Kyuung.’
“Hmm, I suppose it’s fine to keep it like this unless something special happens.”
Tya’s delight at my words was palpable. More than that, why did it keep tapping my womb from inside? Every time it tried to communicate, it tapped insistently, and the stimulation was intense.
“Tya, stop tapping already.”
Because it kept playing around, I pinched the tentacle acting as underwear while speaking. It flinched and quieted down. I told it to go back inside since I no longer needed the underwear, but the tentacle along my spine remained. A purple tentacle about two finger-widths wide and long stood out clearly against my skin.
“Why is this one still here? The tentacle on my back is visible.”
‘Kyu.’
The purple tentacle reflected in the mirror turned white, blending with my skin. What? It could change color too? Amazed that it could alter its hue, I asked it to try other colors, but it could only turn white by expelling its pigments—it couldn’t shift to any other shade.
“A bit of a shame. Still, being able to have white underwear is an unexpected bonus.”
My body in the mirror gleamed with the polish left by the mucus that had soaked it. Unlike Tyriel, it contained estrus-inducing compounds, but it seemed to retain the same beneficial effects on the skin. Feeling my now-smoother skin, I left the bathroom—only to find my master sitting dejectedly on the bed like a dog caught in the rain.
“Master, why do you look so down?”
“I’m reflecting in my own way. I’ve been studying how to treat women from the Eastern Continent, but it seems I still have a long way to go.”
“You’re even learning that? How?”
Surprised by his words, I sat close and asked. When I settled beside him without any particular reaction, he seemed to think my anger had subsided and cautiously wrapped an arm around my shoulder, glancing at me. Well, I hadn’t been that angry to begin with, and his cautious demeanor was pitiful, so I decided to stay quiet.
“My subordinates bought some books on the subject and were reading them. Since none of them had ever had anything to do with romance, they said they needed to study, so I read along.”
“Hehe, learning about romance from books. Pfft.”
“What are you laughing at? I’m making an effort.”
“Yes, I’m glad you’re trying.”
The relationship between a master and his queen was very different from that of ordinary lovers, so I wasn’t sure how applicable it would be, but it was admirable that the Blackmen were reading romance novels for the sake of their queens.
“Still, it’s good to know how to express yourself. Depending on how you express it, your intentions can be interpreted differently.”
“That said, I hear the queens of my subordinates accept whatever their masters do and just say they like it.”
“Of course they do. Queens became queens because they liked their masters from the start.”
“What about you?”
My master looked at me as if asking why I was different. I crossed my arms under my breasts and crossed my legs.
“Oh my, what do you mean?”
“You’re refusing your duties.”
“Hehe, you know exactly why I’m doing this, don’t you?”
His gaze locked onto my breasts, now emphasized by my crossed arms. I subtly pressed my arms together and moved them up and down, and his eyes followed. Honestly, he saw these breasts every day—why couldn’t he take his eyes off them?
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know you’d hate it so much.”
“There might be women who don’t mind, but I’m not one of them.”
“I won’t do it again.”
My master apologized repeatedly. Seeing him like that, I truly felt he had changed a lot. Compared to when we first met—when he had overpowered and raped me, treating me like a slave—this was unimaginable. His rough personality now showing such a low posture while apologizing made the anger I’d felt earlier melt away.
“Master, I’m not angry anymore, so stop.”
“You’re really okay now?”
“Yes, so let’s just go to sleep.”
When I lay down on the wide bed, my master quickly lay down beside me. As usual, I rested my head on his outstretched arm and pressed against his side, and his hand naturally found my breast. My master particularly liked my breasts and had made a habit of touching them while falling asleep.
“Elisha.”
“Yes?”
“I’m serious about settling down in Eden. I don’t even want to think about a future here without you by my side.”
His voice was endlessly sincere as he made the declaration. Hearing it like that, it almost felt like a proposal. An inexplicable ticklish sensation welled up in my chest, and I buried my face against his body.
“I’ve wanted to ask for a while—why do you want to settle in Eden? Don’t you miss your homeland?”
“When I first came to the Eastern Continent, I wanted to go back. But after coming to Eden and meeting you, my thoughts changed.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. If I’m with you, settling down in Eden doesn’t sound so bad. As time passed, and I saw the positive reactions from my subordinates after creating a community of queens and changing how we treat them, just as you suggested, I became even more certain. You’re the first and last woman like you I’ll ever meet in my life.”
My master’s gaze as he stared into my eyes was so intense that I couldn’t help but look away. The pounding in my chest grew so loud I worried he might hear it. So I blurted out something sulky.
“Hmph, and yet you treated me like an enemy the first time we met.”
“Uh, well, back then… I never imagined I’d get beaten while struggling against a woman from the Eastern Continent… My pride was hurt.”
“If it hadn’t been me, you might have died during our first time.”
“Ahem, I was quite excited back then.”
The violence my master had wielded then had been tremendous. Even though it was in a game, an ordinary woman would have been seriously injured or killed.
“Thinking about it, it’s strange. I know it’s odd for me to say, but after raping and assaulting you, how did you submit so easily?”
“Hmm, in many ways, you were to my taste, Master. A large, rough, strong male.”
“That’s a pleasing thing to hear.”
“What about you, Master?”
“A strong and beautiful female is exactly my type. I would have regretted it if I’d let you go.”
“You say you like strong women, yet you got so angry?”
He had nothing to say to that and fell silent, instead stroking my belly with his other hand. As he caressed my muscular yet soft abdomen, his hand slipped between my smooth, hairless thighs. Sigh, the moment he thinks I’ve relaxed, he goes straight for it. Still, I spread my legs as if I couldn’t resist, and he gently touched my sex while speaking.
“Bear with me a little. When I realized I might actually lose to a woman I’d considered inferior, I couldn’t control myself. But the moment you accepted me, I came to my senses.”
“You seemed very unstable back then, Master.”
At the time, my angelic instincts had been strong, so I had comforted my master without much thought. If I hadn’t held him and comforted him then, our connection might have ended right there.
My master parted my outer lips with his fingers, fiddled with my inner lips, then gently stroked the clitoris that protruded from its ring. The subtle stimulation on the sensitive area made my body twitch reflexively, and my master, who had been touching the ring, spoke.
“I don’t remember it, but it felt strangely like being held in my mother’s arms. It was incredibly warm and comforting, calming both body and mind. Since then, holding you has always felt comfortable.”
“So that’s why you hold me every night when we sleep?”
“Haha, there’s also the pheromone imprinting, but that reason is bigger.”
“From what I hear from other queens, many masters always hold their queens while sleeping. They even act spoiled. I think it’s because they grew up without a motherly figure. They lack affection.”
Many Blackmen were rough and violent when fucking their queens, but after sating their lust, they became docile and spoiled like children. Because of that gap, many queens felt maternal affection and tended to accommodate their masters’ demands more readily.
“Is that so? Am I like that too?”
“You’re exactly like a child, Master. You treat me however you please, yet you crave affection like a little kid.”
“Ugh, I wasn’t like that back in the Western Continent. Begging slaves for affection? That would have been unthinkable.”
“The environment shapes the person. The new environment of the Eastern Continent and Eden, along with queens as a new type of slave, changed the Blackmen.”
Just as the environment I had been in had shaped who I was now, I believed that once the Blackmen, who had only ever treated women as slaves, began to see them differently, their hidden desire for affection had surfaced.
I took my master’s hand, which was touching my sex, and interlaced our fingers before kissing him on the lips. His slightly widened eyes closed, and we shared a deep kiss, tongues intertwining, before I pulled away. A long thread of saliva stretched between our lips before breaking.
“It’s not wrong for a person to desire another’s affection. You can just accept it naturally.”
“Natural affection, huh.”
This time, my master initiated the kiss. He prolonged it longer than before, continuously passing the saliva pooling in his mouth to me, and I swallowed it as we continued. This kissing style was one Teo liked, so doing it with my master felt strangely intimate. My love for my master had grown, but I still loved Teo as well. Come to think of it, loving two men at once without feeling guilty—maybe I really was a little removed from being an ordinary human.
After the long kiss ended and our lips parted, my master spoke again with a serious expression.
“Elisha.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Um, once we take over Eden and stabilize it…”
“Yes.”
My master released our interlaced hands and pressed firmly on the part of my lower abdomen where my womb was.
“When that time comes, give birth to my child. No—please give birth to my child.”
“Oh my, a baby?”
“Yes. Our child, to settle down with in Eden. Whether it’s a son or a daughter, I’ll cherish them dearly.”
Pregnancy… Unlike creating an Abaddon child, carrying a human baby in my womb for ten months wasn’t a simple matter in many ways.
“Hehe, a baby… If I get pregnant, we won’t be able to have sex. What will you do then?”
“Well, I suppose I can endure that much.”
My master scratched the back of his head with a troubled expression, as if he hadn’t considered that far. In truth, I could resolve his sexual needs by extracting vital energy through forced insemination, but that would be too cruel to my master. Being unable to penetrate and only being milked—it was merciless. Other queens had at least two masters each, so they could manage somehow, but since I was my master’s only queen, it would be difficult. It seemed I really did need another queen to satisfy my master’s lust even in my absence.
“Master, how about making another queen?”
“Another queen besides you?”
“Yes. To prepare for inevitable situations like pregnancy where I can’t satisfy your needs, you need at least two queens.”
“Hmm, I’m satisfied with just you, but… are you really okay with me taking another queen?”
“You allow me to sleep with other men, Master. Even if you get another queen, I’ll be fine.”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
My master allowed me to have sex with other men I desired, perhaps because he believed he completely owned me. Maybe he wasn’t worried because I couldn’t properly have sex with other men without his pheromones anyway. My master, deep in thought, didn’t seem inclined to take a new queen, as if he was perfectly content with just me. But if I was going to bear his children and mate with stallions in the future, there would inevitably be periods when I couldn’t have sex, so I needed another queen to take care of my master.
“This is for your sake, Master. Go make another queen.”
“Ugh, I’m not really keen on it, but I’ll do as you say.”
“Thank you, Master. Ah, but don’t just make anyone a queen. You need to bring back an excellent female who suits your taste. That female will also carry your seed, after all.”
“Of course I’ll make an outstanding female my queen.”
The situation of a queen telling her master to make another queen was amusing, even though I was the one who had said it.
“By the way, when you asked me to give birth to your child, can I take that as a proposal?”
“You mean the thing they call marriage in the Eastern Continent?”
“Yes, marriage. In the Eastern Continent, couples usually have children after getting married.”
Having my master’s child didn’t necessarily require marriage, but out of personal desire, I insisted on it. I didn’t want to be unmarried while living with my master and bearing his children. Ah, when the second queen comes in, I’ll make her the second wife.
“Marriage is unfamiliar to me, but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Great! Thank you!”
“Eek!”
The moment my master heard my answer, he burst into laughter, crushed me in a hug, and sprang up, lifting me into the air. He spun me around the room a few times before, still holding me aloft, thrust his cock into my sex. Already thoroughly wet from the continuous caresses and developed to accommodate my master’s size, my sex accepted the sudden penetration with ease.
“Hnn!”
“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, so prepare yourself!”
“I have to leave early tomorrow… Haang!”
“One day without sleep won’t kill you!”
“More importantly, I said I wasn’t going to have sex today!”
At my cry, my master’s rapidly moving body paused. He stopped for a moment, thinking, then slowly thrust in and out while meeting my eyes.
“I already put it in, though. Can’t we?”
His hips wiggled in a circle, and he even winked—it seemed like he was trying to act cute. My master, who had been so domineering and rigid, had been showing this adorable side more often lately.
“Are you trying to act cute right now?”
“Why? Is it weird?”
Because of their size and dark skin, Blackmen generally gave off a scary and imposing impression to people. A burly, dark-skinned muscular man acting cute should have been strange, but to my eyes, he just looked adorable. Seeing how other queens also called their masters cute, I wondered if this contradictory evaluation was because they were the object of affection, or because of the pheromones. Well, either way, it didn’t matter.
“No, it’s cute.”
“You’re the first woman to call me cute.”
“Oh my, how could such a cute man never have heard that before?”
“Hahaha! Anyway, that means you allowed it, right? Let’s go again!”
And so the sex that resumed only ended after we had stayed up all night.