Chapter 87: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (8)
Chapter 87: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (8)
I began kneading Elisha’s thighs with abandon.
Elisha practically leaped into the air.
“Pikyaaaaaaaaak!!!”
Her scream echoed throughout the room.
Elisha thrashed violently at the sudden electric shock (it wasn't actually electricity), but I had already anticipated this and ordered Carla to pin her arms down.
Since she was already drained from standing with her arms up for so long, this was more than enough to keep her in place.
As for her legs… they were so severely cramped she’d claimed she couldn't move them, so there was no need to even try to restrain those.
“Y-you! Are you really going to be like this?!”
I simply shrugged at Elisha, who looked like she was on the verge of tears—clearly, she loved my gift.
“Me? What? I’m just giving you a massage to help your circulation since you said your legs were numb. Good grief… what kind of master gives his slave a massage just because she’s in pain? Right, Carla?”
“That’s right! There’s no master as kind as Master!”
“Oh… and what specifically do you like about me?”
“Master is more handsome than most elves!”
“And?”
“He’s rich!”
“What else?”
“He’s a magic genius!”
“One last thing.”
“Um… ah! His dick is huge!”
“Good! Well done!”
Slap!
As I shared a high-five with a brightly beaming Carla, Elisha, caught between us, let out a deep, exasperated sigh.
“Haaa… are you done teasing me now? Then let’s rest for a bit before we continue.”
“Huh? What are you talking about? Your legs are still numb, aren't they? Stay still, I’ll get them relaxed in no time.”
“…What? Wasn't that just now the end of it?”
“Not a chance. Take note, Elisha. Things like this only end when I’m satisfied.”
Elisha’s face turned pale in an instant. But it was already too late.
Squish.
“Hic!”
I had already gripped her thigh.
Elisha looked back and forth between me and my hand with trembling eyes before speaking cautiously.
“Yandel…? Y-you’re joking, right? You’re just trying to scare me, aren't you?”
“I’m always serious, Elisha. I’ve never been anything but.”
“Do you really have to say such a cool line at a time like this?!”
I’ve thought this for a while, but there’s a strange charm to the way Elisha says "you."
Is it just because her voice is nice?
Lost in thought, I gave her thigh a firm squeeze.
“Hraak!”
The surface was soft and pillowy, but just beneath that, I could feel the firm support of toned muscle.
Plump flesh bulged out between my fingers.
It was a sight to behold and a delight to touch… a pair of thighs truly worthy of the label "top-tier."
As I took a moment to savor the sensation of her thighs, she began wriggling her hips, trying to escape my grasp.
Not a chance.
I immediately began working my fingers, kneading every nook and cranny.
“Kyaak! Yandel, this… uwaaaah!”
I pressed down hard with my fingertips, rubbed firmly with my palms, and traced my index finger all the way down the inside of her thigh.
I was calling it a massage, but in reality, I was simply indulging myself. How long did I keep this up?
“Hng… ahh… are you even listening to me? I said….”
Perhaps she had grown somewhat accustomed to it, as a hint of composure began to return to Elisha’s voice.
“Yeah. You’re saying you’ve had enough of the thighs and want me to move on to other places, right?”
“…Eh? W-wait a minute!”
Ignoring Elisha’s protests, I slid my hands further down.
The plump flesh gradually gave way until I could feel the hard bone beneath the skin.
The knees. Pressing here probably wouldn't feel as tingly.
Indeed, Elisha let out a sigh of relief.
…That’s a bit annoying.
So, I pressed my thumbs firmly into the backs of her knees.
“Hyaaaaak!”
Despite not being a cat, Elisha let out a sharp hiss.
Only then did I nod in satisfaction and move my hands further down.
The area following the back of the knee was, of course, the calf.
Unlike the thighs, there was almost no softness here, but the firmness was much more pronounced. Perhaps because they were significantly smaller than the thighs?
Squeeze, squeeze.
When I gripped one with a single hand, it felt uniquely snug.
“Kuuuuu….”
Of course, from Elisha’s perspective, it was likely nothing but a jolting sensation.
Elisha let out a suppressed groan. However, if there was one thing I found disappointing…
“Ik… eeek…!”
It was the fact that she wasn't jumping like before, but was instead glaring at me with gritted teeth.
As if determined not to give me the reaction I wanted, she twitched but refrained from struggling.
…I think it every time, but every single one of Elisha’s reactions feels like she’s begging to be broken.
It’s a classic response.
Even Carla, who’s now just a simple puppy, was fun to torment like this in the beginning.
The direction is a bit different, though.
If Carla fueled my impulses with her "hieeek"s and rapidly shifting reactions…
Elisha rouses a certain sadism in me, making me want to see how long she can maintain her pride in her current predicament.
Yes. Just like right now.
Looking at the quiet Elisha, a desire to torment her until she wailed began to surge within me.
Regrettably, I’ll have to stop at the calves.
Normally, when a leg is cramped, the extremities are numb at first while the thighs and calves tingle…
But once the blood really starts flowing, the extremities become the ones that tingle.
And with an intensity that can't be compared to anywhere else.
I bypassed the calves I’d barely touched and grabbed Elisha’s ankles.
“…Yandel?”
Sensing something ominous, Elisha dropped her fierce expression and looked up at me with an anxious voice.
“Surely… you aren't?”
“Oh, I am.”
Press.
“Pyaaaaaak!!”
The moment I pressed my thumb into the center of her sole, Elisha let out another scream, thrashing her legs wildly.
Taking that as my signal, I began to ruthlessly knead her feet.
Squish, squish.
“Hic! Hieeek! Hrayaaaak!”
Elisha flopped around like a freshly caught fish.
But with her arms and legs already pinned, how much could she really do?
Elisha thrashed her body, her head whipping from side to side.
“Pyak! Pyaaaaak! Piiyaaaaak!!”
Her neatly styled hair became a tangled mess, and her refined features distorted piteously.
Watching her breasts bounce with every convulsion was, in many ways, a magnificent sight.
Seeing Elisha react so violently to my every touch, a sense of euphoria began to swell from deep within me.
“Why… hkyak! Why are you being so mean to me, Yandel! …Kyaaaah!”
“Why? Because I wanted to see you like this.”
“You’re… you’re too much… kyaaaak!”
As I pressed between her toes, Elisha’s hips bucked, cutting her off mid-sentence.
How long did I continue the foot-pressing, forcing Elisha into silence?
Eventually, the cramps seemed to have fully subsided, as Elisha stopped reacting no matter how much I touched her.
But perhaps it was because she had struggled so much.
“Huu… hauu….”
A trail of saliva leaked from between her lips as she panted heavily, and her limbs hung limp, showing no sign of movement.
Her dress was so disheveled that her skin was exposed as if she’d been through something terrible, and her hair was a disaster.
And finally, those hollow eyes that had lost their focus.
I’d only touched her legs, but she looked like we’d already finished the main event.
With a satisfied smile, I climbed on top of Elisha.
I positioned myself so that my body completely covered hers.
“Carla. You can let go now.”
“Okay!”
Confirming that Carla had stepped away without a word, I took Elisha’s chin in my hand and forced her to look at me.
Her eyes were still vacant, as if she were utterly exhausted.
After admiring her for a moment, I leaned down and captured her limp lips in a surprise kiss.
Mwah.
“Ugh….”
Only then did Elisha’s eyes widen as she tried to respond, but… she still had no strength, so it felt like nothing more than a tickle.
Elisha, having helplessly allowed my tongue entrance, began to pathetically drum her fists against my shoulders.
Of course, even then, her tongue was clumsily moving to accept mine.
Only after I had thoroughly tasted every corner of her mouth, entangling my tongue with her listless one, did I slowly pull away.
“Pha… Yandel.”
“Yeah.”
“A kiss like that doesn't count. I was so out of it I don't even know what it felt like.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it again later.”
With a shrug, I proceeded to remove the rest of Elisha’s clothes.
The dress was already designed to be easy to take off, and since it was already in disarray, it didn't take long at all.
Her breasts spilled out to the sides under the influence of gravity. Her waist curved in a soft line, leading down to the thighs I had just finished enjoying to my heart's content.
And then, her wide, childbearing hips.
It was an erotic body, distinctly different from that of Iris, a fellow High Elf.
“Are we doing it now?”
Her voice was strangely weary.
There was even a certain decadent beauty to the current Elisha, who exuded an overall languid and drained atmosphere.
Instead of answering, I grabbed Elisha’s legs and spread them wide.
“Ngh.”
Her legs parted without any real resistance. And there, peeking out from between them, Elisha’s pussy was surprisingly wet.
“What’s this? Why are you wet?”