Chapter 366: Liberation (3)
Chapter 366: Liberation (3)
“M-Master, you sexed Elisha to death…!”
“No, I didn’t. She’s not dead.”
Probably.
As I looked away, Iris flailed her small limbs and clung to me.
“Why are you avoiding my gaze?! As I thought, Master has…”
“Hey, now. I just have to bring her back to her senses, right? I get it, so move aside for a second.”
“How can I move when I don’t know what other wicked things you’ll do to Elisha!”
“Then do you want to take her place, Iris?”
“Hmm. Come to think of it, there’s no way Master would do anything bad to Elisha.”
Iris shifted her attitude instantly the moment she became the potential target. She retreated obediently and huddled in the corner of the bed, peeking out with only her head showing—a stark contrast to how she used to be.
In the beginning, she definitely had the vibe of a true mentor who would throw herself into danger for Elisha…
Well, she’s cute in her own way like this.
I smirked at Iris, who was holding her breath like a herbivore that had locked eyes with a predator.
Then, as if to show off, I spread Elisha’s limp legs and settled myself between them.
Her pussy was merely twitching, as if it had nothing left to spray, but it was already plenty wet, so there was no problem.
I gripped my cock, which had long since grown rock-hard, and aimed it at her vaginal opening.
Squelch—
The mere contact sent a squelchy sensation through me. I rubbed my shaft against her folds, coating the glans evenly with her love fluids.
As I pushed my hips forward, I slid inside without any resistance.
“Ngh.”
Her internal temperature was so hot it felt like my dick was melting. Her insides squirmed and tightened around me like a separate living creature.
It felt as though her body possessed a will of its own to claim my semen, even if I didn't move.
Of course, I had no intention of staying still.
Splat.
I began to rock my hips lightly. I thought I’d be able to move smoothly since there was so much lubricant, but because her grip was so tight, it actually felt quite snug.
That only made it feel better, though.
I looked down at Elisha, enjoying the pleasure surging up from my lower half.
I thought she’d wake up the moment I put it in, but she was still out of it, perhaps because she had climaxed so spectacularly from the Golden Finger.
Her eyes were half-lidded. Her lips were slightly parted. Her body swayed helplessly with the movement of my hips. I suppose it was no wonder Iris screamed that she’d died of pleasure.
Well… it was true that I had a way to wake her up.
Without stopping my hips, I leaned down carefully until our chests were pressed together.
Finally, I pressed my lips against hers, which were letting out only faint breaths.
They were still soft, but they had become a bit dry from all her chirping earlier.
I licked her lips to moisten them on her behalf, then deepened the kiss.
Our tongues intertwined. It felt like I was one-sidedly toyed with her, but that didn't last long.
Twitch.
Unlike her pussy, which had been thoroughly overworked and grown accustomed to stimulation, the inside of her mouth hadn't been affected by the Golden Finger at all.
The sensitive flesh, still unaccustomed to such stimulation, felt the intrusion and pulled her consciousness back to the surface.
“Mmm… mmph?”
A voice that sounded like a half-asleep mumble escaped her. Elisha’s eyes began to move slowly and focused on me. And then—
“Hmph! Mmph-mmph!”
Only after confirming that Elisha had snapped awake and started struggling feebly did I pull my lips away.
“Phew… W-What on earth is this?! I was clearly tied up by you…”
Elisha looked around with a confused expression. Had her memory been wiped for a moment?
Seeing Elisha this dazed was a rare sight. There was something I’d wanted to try.
I lowered my head again. Not knowing what was happening but seeing my face get closer, Elisha closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Passing right by those lips, I whispered into her long ear in the most villainous voice I could muster.
“Heh. How does it feel to be ravished while you were asleep?”
“…Eh?”
Only then did Elisha look down and realize she was currently being fucked.
Wow. Was she really that out of it? Then my words must have felt incredibly abrupt. I decided to add a little hint.
“I asked how it feels to be the first broodmother of the Elf Ranch after being knocked out by my magic.”
“Ah!”
Elisha’s mouth hung open as if she finally remembered. She must have also realized that I was using the cover story I’d made up when I first bought her from the slave market for a bit of roleplay.
She let out a short, hollow laugh before immediately putting on a fierce, defiant face.
“Kuh! You might be able to do as you wish with my body, but you will never have my heart!”
“You’ve got spirit. But I only ever needed your body anyway?”
“Oh? Then you’ll have to try harder. If you’re this lackluster, I don’t think you’ll even be able to keep my body properly.”
“Hah.”
Wait, she’s countering me like this?
Of course, she was only talking big; her face was flushed red as if she had a fever, and her breathing was laced with a faint coquettishness.
In other words, it was a bluff.
And it made sense. Even if I was moving gently, there was no way her pussy, sensitized by consecutive climaxes, wasn't feeling anything.
But that only made it more arousing. It made me imagine what Elisha would be like once that pitiful shell of a bluff was shattered.
“Fine. Let’s settle this then. If I finish first, I’ll release your Slave Imprint. But if it’s the other way around…”
“Then I shall live as your slave for the rest of my life.”
Elisha flashed a fierce smile. Looking at her like this, she really looked exactly like she did before our misunderstanding was cleared.
I responded with a smirk of my own and grabbed her breasts with both hands. They were swaying helplessly since her hands were still bound above her head.
“Hngh.”
Elisha flinched at my touch. Even though I’d stopped using the Golden Finger long ago, it was only natural for her to be on guard after what she’d been through.
Of course, right now, I intended to win with pure physical prowess without the help of magic.
Even though I knew it was just roleplay, it bruised my pride a little…
Using her breasts, which distorted wildly under my grip, as handles to steady myself, I began to piston in earnest.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
“H-Hnghhhh?!”
Elisha bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans. I gave her a light kiss and continued to drive my hips.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Even though she had sprayed so much love fluid, there was still more left; her insides grew wetter and wetter with every thrust.
Moreover, her pussy, which had been instinctively seeking out the most pleasurable spots even when she was unconscious, was now squeezing me even harder.
“Hngh! Ah, hngh… hyah?!”
Naturally, Elisha’s reactions grew more intense.
Thanks to her tightly shut lips, her moans didn't leak out loudly, but her body was honest.
Her hips bucked naturally, trying to take my cock even deeper, and her eyes, which she no longer had the composure to control, began to glaze over.
…That was faster than I expected.
I knew her body was in a highly sensitive state, but I didn't think she’d be trembling like this after only a few movements.
Ah, come to think of it, the Estrus Command was still active.
But it would be troublesome if Elisha passed out first. It would be cleaner to cum deep inside her and then end the roleplay by pretending I lost, naturally breaking the Slave Imprint.
However, canceling Elisha’s Estrus Command now would ruin the mood. So, there was only one way.
Before Elisha climaxes… I’ll blow!
I paused my hips for a moment, lifted Elisha’s legs, and hooked them over my shoulders. Her hips were naturally hoisted into the air.
“Y-You? Wait a moment…!”
Sensing something ominous, Elisha dropped the roleplay and tried to stop me… but it was too late.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hyaaaaah?!”
It wasn't a grand position. I was simply focusing on thrusting as fast as possible, making full use of my recently enhanced physical abilities.
The rapid friction at the junction caused the overflowing fluids to whip into a white froth.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hii! Y-You…! This is… ngh-ah!”
It went without saying that the pleasure Elisha felt would be just as intense. But unlike Elisha, who had already gone several times, I had only been building up.
Just as Elisha’s hips bucked and her back arched, I was able to ejaculate first.
“I’m coming…!”
Saying that, I ground my hips against her one last time, burying myself as deep as possible.
I didn't hold back the sensation of release surging up from my tailbone and let it all out.
Splurt—!
A massive amount of semen, as if I were urinating, filled Elisha’s insides to the brim.
It was probably because my body had improved while I’d been holding it in all this time.
“Haa… haa… Is it… over?”
Elisha panted heavily, looking down at her lower belly.
She had a strange expression for a moment, perhaps thinking about how it looked slightly swollen, but it was only fleeting.
She looked like she had been right on the verge of climaxing, but regardless, Elisha, who had made me cum first, curled one corner of her mouth into a smirk.
“Fufu. It seems it is my victory.”
“…Yeah. A promise is a promise.”
As I pulled my cock out, the white semen spilling from between her red, swollen folds was clearly visible.
After admiring the sight of the semen mixing with the existing pool of fluids for a moment, I reached for Elisha’s neck.
Hummm—
With a slight vibrating sound, a magical ring in the shape of a thorny vine floated into the air.
It was the exact same shape as the Slave Imprint engraved on Elisha’s neck. In fact, it was the physical manifestation of the magic.
Normally, a proper dispelling spell would be required, but for the current me, that wasn't necessary. I just had to intervene with my enhanced mana control and break it.
I hooked my finger into the ring and applied a light pressure.
Shatter!
The thorny vine shattered into pieces with the sound of breaking glass.
The imprint was no longer on Elisha’s neck.
Since there was no longer any need to continue the roleplay, I gave her a small smile and spoke in my usual tone.
“Congratulations. You’re a free woman now.”
“Ah…?”
Elisha stammered, as if it hadn't quite sunk in yet. I untied the clothes that had been binding her hands.
She spent a moment stroking her wrists before reaching up to touch her own neck.
“…It feels a bit empty now that it’s gone.”
“Should I put it back on, then?”
“No, I am quite alright. Instead, I have one request to commemorate the occasion… would that be acceptable?”
“Hmm? Nothing I can’t do. What is it?”
Instead of answering immediately, Elisha pushed her trembling body up. I thought she was going to sit facing me, but she suddenly flipped over.
With her head buried in the bed and her buttocks thrust high toward me, Elisha took a practiced doggystyle position and spoke.
“How could you stop right before the end?”
“What?”
She then spread her pussy, which was still dripping with the semen I’d just released, with both hands.
“The partner’s pussy that used to be a slave’s pussy… please take responsibility and make it climax.”
“…….”
A sense of responsibility welled up within me.