Beyond the Tenth Floor
Blackie.
It was a common nickname affectionately given to any creature whose entire body was black—and at the same time, a pejorative slur used when cursing out dark-skinned dark elves.
Using it in the former sense was one thing, but if you ever used it in the latter, you had better be prepared to stake your life on it. Should word of that slur ever reach a dark elf’s ears, the speaker would vanish from this world in the dead of night without a trace—no one the wiser. There were ways to delay the inevitable, of course, but you would spend the rest of your days never daring to let your guard down. The moment you grew complacent after ten or twenty years and decided you were finally safe, that would be the day you left this world for good. That was how violent and relentless a dark elf’s thirst for vengeance against anyone who used the slur truly was. For that reason, no one except the elves—who already got along poorly with them—ever dared utter the word in a dark elf’s presence.
So whose, then, was the red dog collar with the metal nameplate reading Blackie and the black leash that Rebecca had once owned—and that now rested in Jun’s hand?
Amazingly, their owner was none other than—
“Rebecca. No—Blackie.”
—Rebecca the dark elf herself, the very sort of person who ought to have hated the pejorative most of all.
“Aren’t you going to do as your master says? Don’t you want to go for a walk?”
“Kh!”
At Jun’s next words, Rebecca bit her lip in frustration. Her already sharp eyes grew even fiercer, and her body twitched as if she might spring forward at any second. The very picture of a spitfire. Anyone who saw her now would have been certain she was furious beyond measure.
But to Jun’s eyes, she looked entirely different. The trembling of her body came from heat and arousal; the pupils within those sharp eyes shone with anticipation and longing; the lip she bit in apparent resentment was nothing more than a struggle to deny her own desire.
“You. How many times must I tell you not to call me by that pejorative? If you keep doing so, even you will not be spared.”
“Your words don’t match. Last time you were whining and begging me to call you that more.”
“Th-that was—! Because you forced the issue!”
“Enough. Come here and suck my cock.”
Jun jerked his chin toward his shaft and flexed it at the same time. The cock, already glazed with Fortuna’s and Dohwa’s juices and his own seed, bobbed up and down. Beads of mixed fluids scattered into the air.
Suck on something that filthy?! For a dark elf of her pride, it was an insult that would have drawn her blade a hundred times over—even if the one giving the order was her soul-bound partner.
“Kh!”
Thud.
Yet Rebecca only let out a frustrated groan and never drew her sword. Instead, she slowly sank to her knees before him to carry out the command. The dark elf’s upturned, sulky face and the magnificent valley formed by her chocolate-scented copper breasts filled Jun’s vision of their own accord.
As expected, those are magnificent tits.
The dark elf’s sulky expression was plenty arousing in its own right, but right now his eyes were drawn more to the zipper that had been pulled down to her solar plexus and the grand copper breasts revealed between its teeth. At present Rebecca wore only the black full-body leather suit that had been a family heirloom for generations. Given how tightly the suit clung, going without a bra would normally have left her breasts misshapen. Yet Rebecca’s copper mounds somehow still held a large, beautiful teardrop shape—proof of just how full and elastic they were.
They look even bigger than usual today. Ah, right—she’s in heat.
Rebecca’s cup size was a G, and a thoroughly stuffed G at that—one that could easily have been treated as the next size up, like Dohwa’s. When her body entered heat and prepared for pregnancy, those cups swelled into a full H. An H-cup the moment she went into heat. Truly, they were G-reat and H-uge tits. So lewd it almost felt like she needed a good scolding for it.
But now was not yet the time. Jun reeled back the hand that had been reaching, almost entranced, toward those H-uge breasts and spoke.
“Anyone watching would think I was forcing you.”
“Hmph! So you’re saying I’m moving of my own free will right now? Don’t delude yourself. If I did not love you, I would never have knelt even if my life were threatened. And count yourself lucky that I am your partner. Had it been any other dark elf, even a partner would have—”
“I get it, I get it. So just start sucking already.”
He thrust his cock against the face of the dark elf who was desperately trying to dress up her own actions. Smear, smear. The shaft, already filthy with another woman’s juices and a man’s seed, jabbed at her soft cheek, pressed against her high-bridged nose, and tapped against her full lips. The dark elf’s beautiful face grew steadily more soiled with juices and seed. Even so, Rebecca offered no resistance; she simply kept snuffling like a dog, inhaling without pause. With every sniff, a sweet honeyed scent that the mixed juices could not fully mask seeped deep into her nostrils. The fierce expression she had been forcing melted away into something soft and pliant. For a Rebecca already thoroughly addicted to that honeyed scent, there was simply no helping it.
Grinning wickedly at her melted face, Jun watched. Rebecca, still clinging to a scrap of reason, hastily composed her expression at the sight of that smile. But she could no longer suppress her desire. She opened her mouth wide and began her vulgar service.
“Slurp! Slurp! Shlurp! Shlurp!”
Without so much as a loving kiss, she sank her mouth deep onto his cock at once. Her face twisted into something lewd, yet she made no attempt to hide it. She wanted to show only her pretty, pleasing side—yet for some reason her partner always insisted on seeing her at her most disgraceful. He never did that with her older sisters!
Clench!
To express her resentment—and to deny the other self inside her that was screaming Actually, I like it even more because of that!—she put force into the mouth that was already stuffed full of cock.
“That’s it. Good girl. Well done, my Blackie.”
Unfortunately, Jun’s cock was simply too large for the force in her mouth to transmit properly. Her protest only delivered a perfectly pleasant pressure to him.
Stroke, stroke.
“You’re sucking as well as your sisters now. Keep it just like that, got it?”
Jun stroked Rebecca’s lush crimson hair exactly as one might praise a dog. It was blatant dog treatment, enough to make anyone angry—yet Rebecca only sucked his cock even harder. She was angry, yes, but his praise was far too sweet for her to express it. Before long, the face of the proud dark elf had become the face of a bitch craving her master’s praise.
I can put it on her now.
Watching that face, Jun fastened the dog collar he had been holding around her neck. Every time he did this, he could not help wondering whether it was really all right.
You already know the youngest likes being bullied, Jun.
One glance is enough to see how much she enjoys it, so please do not concern yourself.
His wives, reading his thoughts, offered comfort. Jun nodded in acknowledgment even as he lamented inwardly.
I do have a bit of a sadistic streak, but not enough to put a dog collar on someone. Well, what can I do? This is all my fault.
During their first time together, Rebecca had rebelled at the news that he already had two other wives, her pride wounded, and refused to go through with it. Jun had crushed that rebellion with electric stimulation, his body scent, and the power of his cock. Perhaps because of that, Rebecca had come to prefer somewhat forceful sex that ground her pride underfoot—though she would never admit it out of sheer pride. She always hesitated and said she did not want to at the start, yet once play began she lost her mind with pleasure. There was no need to check; right now the space between her legs would be soaked and dripping with thick juices.
Twitch, twitch.
While he was lost in regret, the urge to climax rose. He could not give the youngest two loads in a row. Jun withdrew the hand that had been stroking Rebecca’s head and spoke.
“Blackie, that’s enough now.”
“Slurp! Slurp! Shlurp! *Cough!* Haaah♡ Slurp!”
Rebecca paid him no mind and kept sucking. Her scarlet eyes, bright as flames, had lost all reason and gone dull and cloudy. He had no choice but to use force.
“Hey now! You have to listen to your master.”
Yank! Yank!
“Ghk! Guhhk!”
He pulled hard on the leash attached to the dog collar. As her throat constricted, some clarity returned; Rebecca obeyed and pulled her mouth off his cock. She dragged the moment out by giving the glans a deep, lingering kiss as if reluctant to part, but he generously allowed her that much.
“All right, Blackie. You’re ready for your walk, so let’s go.”
“...Where to?”
Without a word he pointed a finger at the main body of Dohwa standing in the center of Dowonhyang—the Heavenly Peach Tree. He had considered making a full circuit, but things were too urgent for that.
“Kh! Why must I be reduced to this!”
As she led the way, Rebecca lamented her own lot. Well, it was understandable—she was crawling on her knees like a beast even though she could walk perfectly well on two feet.
Then why are you crawling in the first place?!
Jun had been about to tell her to stand up. Even in the middle of play, there were limits. But before he could speak, Rebecca had already taken the lead on her knees of her own accord—almost as if she were deliberately preventing him from stopping her. He suspected that was exactly her intent. As proof, her self-pity was only words; her voice was thick with moisture, and the lush hips wrapped in black leather twitched as if thoroughly pleased.
In any case, once they reached the Heavenly Peach Tree, Jun looked at Rebecca—who was hesitating over whether or not to lift one leg—and thought:
Ah. I’ve awakened something truly terrifying.
“...Rebecca, are you currently deliberating whether or not to relieve yourself upon me?”
“Ah, no. Sister, this is, well...”
“No further questions!”
Slap!
“Kyaaahn♡”