Rebecca
"Nnghiiit♡"
Overcome by the uterine electric massage, Rebecca cried out in a thoroughly female moan and lifted her lower body. The crude, thrusting posture completed itself in the same instant that something burst from between her legs—
Byubunshuu—
—with a wet, spraying sound. Every time that noise came, her hips shuddered. The toes that braced her lower half curled tight and twitched restlessly.
Drip. Drip.
When the sound finally stopped, an unidentifiable liquid ran down her thighs and hit the floor. A moment later, a scent began to tickle the inside of Jun's nose.
Sniff. Sniff.
Jun drew a deep breath, trying to place it. It was definitely not the smell of urine. Whatever she had sprayed was not piss. That left only one conclusion: love juices. And they carried a sweet cacao fragrance.
So it's true what they say—aside from waste, every fluid an elf produces smells like fruit.
The scent wasn't overpowering, but it was strangely addictive. Jun kept sniffing. At some point Rebecca had covered her face with both hands; now she muttered from behind them,
"...Don't."
"Hm? Rebecca, what was that?"
"I said don't smell it! Why do you keep sniffing that?!"
She yanked her hands away and shrieked. She had meant to sound angry, to warn him never to do it again—but the tearful voice and the face flushed scarlet with shame and fury were not remotely threatening. They only fed his sadistic streak.
Jun answered with a sly grin.
"Because it smells good, of course. And if it smells this good, I bet it tastes good too. Mind if I try it later?"
"Th-that is absolutely forbidden! It's filthy! Never put it in your mouth!"
"There's nothing filthy about you, Rebecca."
"Wh-what?!"
The lecherous smile vanished, replaced by a perfectly serious expression. Rebecca's face went red for an entirely different reason; she stammered, unable to meet his eyes—yet her ears twitched, clearly pleased by what he had just said.
"Y-you certainly know how to say shameless things. In any case, do not think such words will earn my permission. Absolutely not—haahng♡"
"Well, even if you refuse, I'll just do it anyway. If I tell you to spread, you spread—whether you like it or not. Understood?"
The jab at her pride made her try to glare at him, but she couldn't. He had already started caressing her breasts again. Against her will, her eyes went hazy and lewd.
Kyup♡ Kyup♡
"Eut! Haaeut♡"
One round of electric massage had already put her womb into full heat; the renewed attention to her breasts sent it wailing without mercy. Her whole body burned. The space between her legs ached. She tried to soothe the ache with her hand, but every time she did he squeezed her breasts hard in warning. The pleasure was so fierce it threatened to blow her mind clean out of her skull; she had no choice but to obey. Instead she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for any relief. Of course that only made the ache worse.
"Stooop♡ Please, stooop♡"
She felt like she was going insane. She wanted something—anything—thrust between her legs right that second. Failing that—
"At least pinch my nipples!"
Even while fondling her breasts he had carefully avoided the tips of those ripe fruits, as if waiting for her to beg for it herself.
"All right. Got it."
Squeeze!
The moment she asked, he grinned and granted the request, confirming her suspicion. She ought to have been angry. She wasn't.
"Hwaaang♡ Haang♡ Haaeung♡"
Byubunshuu—
No—she simply didn't care. She rejoiced in the pleasure racing from her stiff, fully erect nipples and sprayed again, a fountain of pure need.
Squelch! Sluuice—!
Her already-soaked panties finally gave up and expelled every drop of the gushing love juices. The fluid ran straight down and pooled on the floor. The cacao scent that had been drifting faintly through the air grew richer still. Jun inhaled it deep into his lungs and spoke.
"Feel good, Rebecca? There's a way to make it feel even better, though. Interested?"
He said it the way a devil might tempt an innocent maiden.
"Nngh♡ E-even better than this♡"
"Mm. Even better. I can make you feel so much better."
The dazed Rebecca reacted to the words. He nodded, gently stroking her nipples and lower belly, and watched the light drain rapidly from her eyes. Then, like a finishing blow, he gifted both her nipples and her lower belly another electric massage.
Crack! Crack-crack!
"Hwoook♡"
"I'll ask one more time. Interested?"
"I aam♡ I'm interested♡"
"Shall I do it, then?"
"Hurry♡ Hurry and do it♡"
"All right. But are you sure? The price is steep."
Not only her body—her heart, and even her soul, would have to be offered up. She knew that perfectly well. And still the foolish dark elf, sunk deep in the swamp of pleasure, became nothing more than a female and gladly offered herself for greater bliss.
"I'll pay♡ I'll pay it♡"
Thud.
Jun scooped Rebecca up at once and laid her in the center of the bed. Then he tore away the pathetic panties that were so soaked with love juices they no longer served any purpose.
Whoosh—
A hot aura billowed out from between her legs. As if infected by that heat, Jun exhaled a breath just as scorching without meaning to.
Ugh. I can't wait.
He stripped off everything he was wearing in a hurry. With a heavy thud, his fully erect manhood sprang free, announcing its presence in a fury. A bead of precum welled at the tip. Jun didn't notice, but in that instant a sweet honey-scent no female could resist flooded the room.
"Haa♡ Haa♡"
Rebecca had been about to scream at the overwhelming size that defied imagination—until she caught that scent. The scream became ragged, heated breathing instead. Her body was so hot she couldn't stand it. Her womb wept without pause, begging him to stop tormenting it. Fortunately she knew the one and only way to cool that heat, to soothe that womb. The pride in her heart screamed that she must not—but she ignored it, crushed it underfoot so it could never speak again, and put that single solution into practice.
She spread her legs into an M, baring everything. Then—
Squelch.
"My lord, put yours into me here at once. I shall offer everything I am to you."
With those words she used her own hands to spread her thick, fully exposed folds wide open.
Gulp.
Rebecca's inner flesh was such a deep, ripe red that one look was enough to know it was thoroughly cooked. The juices pouring endlessly from the twitching hole looked so rich and full that Jun swallowed hard without thinking.
No good. I'm putting it in.
He had planned to tease her longer, to wring more filthy words out of her—but now he was the one about to start babbling from sheer need. Her insides looked that delicious. He lined his manhood up with her entrance and spoke.
"Rebecca. Are you sure? You're really going to give me everything?"
"Yes. I swear it upon the name of Rebecca Darkwood—"
Thrust! Crack!
"Daaah!!!"
Unable to resist the lure of that wet, inviting flesh, Jun drove himself in. Only afterward did he realize she had still been speaking; by way of apology he sent electricity surging through his manhood.
"Kyaaang♡♡"
Her whole body shook violently. She arched her back like a drawn bow, trembling from head to toe. Pleasure of a completely different order blew her mind clean away. In her place, the dark-elf instincts carved into her flesh diligently carried out what needed to be done next.
Squeeze!
With her legs and her sex she clamped down hard on the man who was no longer a candidate but truly her lifelong mate, pinning him so he could not move an inch. Then she rolled her hips, carefully coating the manhood that had pierced her hymen with her virgin blood.
A short while later, once that blood had thoroughly painted him—
Woom—
"Wh-what?"
The instant the virgin blood soaked into his manhood, a spiritual bond formed between Rebecca and her husband. A hollowness in body and heart she had never even recognized before filled at dizzying speed.
I—I've been living at half capacity this whole time!
The staggering sense of completion made her regret, far too late, how long she had waited to take a mate. Then she corrected herself: if she had taken one earlier she would never have met this one. Only now did she look properly at the other half of her soul. He was so unbearably precious she could barely contain her heart. She tried to call him with that feeling poured into every syllable—
"My l—"
—That's mine!
—For the record, the title "my lord" already has an owner. The youngest should find a form of address that isn't big sister's or mine.
The two older wives she had been carefully ignoring asserted their ownership, and in the end she couldn't finish the word.
"..."
"...Ha, haha. Sorry, Rebecca, but you'll have to find a different title. Oh—how about 'husband'? That one's still available."
"Wh-what?! You already have two other wives and you still want me to address you with honor?! Have you no shame—ooohk♡"
Jun cut off the scolding she was about to launch by rolling his hips. Seeing her start in the very moment she became his wife, he decided this newest addition would need a proper taste of the club—his manhood—from the very beginning.