Chapter 88: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (9)
Chapter 88: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (9)
“What’s this? Why are you so wet?”
“…I don’t know.”
Elisha turned her head away with a huff.
She didn’t seem inclined to answer… but it was likely one of three things: she got turned on watching the others go at it, she got excited smelling my scent, or she felt a thrill while I was massaging her aching legs.
I could find out the details later. There would be plenty of opportunities.
What mattered right now was that I could slide right in.
Before that, I took a moment to quietly observe Elisha’s pussy.
Plump folds of flesh. A light dusting of blue pubic hair covering them.
Unlike Carla, who only had peach fuzz, or Iris, who was completely hairless, Elisha had a bit of length to hers.
Whether she groomed it or it was just naturally like that, it was the perfect amount to look at.
I let out a dry chuckle, realizing I was subconsciously comparing the three of them, and began slowly rubbing my dick against her folds.
“Ah….”
I was simply trying to spread her love juices around to use as lubricant, but perhaps Elisha felt like I was about to thrust in at any moment.
Her limp body suddenly flinched and went rigid.
As I gently kneaded her breasts, the tension began to melt away again.
True to her sensitive Elf nature, she seemed to have felt something from just that, as the amount of fluid leaking out increased.
Deciding this was enough, I took my hand off her breast and slid my dick between her folds.
“I’m going in.”
“Ah, ugh, hng… Yes….”
She looked like she had a lot to say, but she swallowed it all and squeezed her eyes shut.
…Thinking about it, this was quite surreal.
I didn't know the exact connection between H&A and this world, but the important thing was that I had my memories.
As a companion character for beginners, Elisha was the character I had seen the most and knew the best while playing H&A.
And now, that very Elisha had become a living person—my slave, pinned beneath me.
Seeing her waiting for my dick to enter her while naked suddenly felt otherworldly.
When I hesitated after acting like I was going to shove it in immediately, she must have felt curious.
Elisha peeked open one eye.
The moment our gazes locked through that small slit of her blue eyes, my floating sense of reality was yanked back down to earth.
Right. Whatever the case, this moment was what mattered.
Whenever I looked at Elisha, I intentionally pushed aside the image of her from H&A tucked away in a corner of my mind.
I focused my mind solely on the Elisha right in front of me—the one who hurriedly closed her eyes again, pretending she hadn't looked.
“I’m really going in now.”
“Ye-yes.”
I slowly pushed my hips forward. Thanks to the ample lubrication, my member slid in smoothly.
The glans pushed through her pleasantly relaxed vagina. From the tip to the shaft. And from the shaft to the very base.
I felt a slight snag along the way, but Elisha took all of me in with surprising ease.
“…Huh?”
“Eh?”
I had planned to stop for a moment if she was in pain, but I hadn't expected to be able to push it all the way in one go.
I tilted my head, looking at the single drop of blood leaking from the junction.
“You were a virgin, but…”
“Of course I was! I’ve never even touched myself there before?!”
Elisha flared up. But perhaps she still lacked strength, as only her voice was raised while her limbs remained limp and sprawled out.
“I guess it went in well because you were so relaxed.”
“…Or maybe it’s because someone bullied me so much that this doesn't even feel that painful.”
Elisha toyed with her lower belly with a complicated expression.
I poked her cheek and grinned.
“Whatever. It’s a good thing if it doesn't hurt.”
“I suppose… that’s true.”
“Still, tell me if it hurts when I move. I’ll adjust the speed.”
“…I really don’t know what kind of person you are, Yandel. How can someone who can be this considerate act so wickedly just a moment ago?”
“Sometimes a man gets impulses he just can’t resist.”
I gave a nonsense answer and grabbed Elisha’s breasts again. Then, I slowly began to move my hips.
Squish, squelch.
A steady back-and-forth motion. The sensation of her breasts mashing against my palms.
“Haaah….”
And with just that, Elisha let out a sweet moan, different from before.
Even if Elves were potential 'Ero-Elfs,' I wondered if it made sense for her to feel it this easily, but my hands and hips didn't stop.
Squish, squelch, squelch.
With every piston stroke and every pinch of her nipples, the inside of Elisha’s vagina grew hotter.
Her vaginal walls tightened even more, but thanks to the thick love juices, the movement itself became even smoother.
Her first time. And yet, after only a few movements, she was already entering Bitch Mode.
Lying limp and obediently accepting my dick, Elisha muttered in a dazed tone.
“Haah… I’m going to become a slave to this meat rod just like Carla, aren't I…? I’ll be slamming my head against the floor and shaking my ass like a bitch….”
Ah. So that was her switch.
I knew she was very conscious of Carla, but I didn't expect her to bring it up at a moment like this.
Thwack, thwack.
“Aah… following in my Master’s footsteps… even if they aren't High Elves, I’ll end up birthing plenty of Half-Elves… until my pregnancy pouch is ruined…!”
“…I’m planning on using contraception for now, you know? And I don’t intend to push you that hard.”
Was it because she was exhausted? Or was she losing her mind from the sudden pleasure? Or was Elisha just naturally lewd to begin with?
Lost in her own world, Elisha didn't respond to my rebuttal.
The only thing she reacted to was when my dick gouged deep into her.
What an Ero-Elf.
Even if she had no resistance to sexual things because she’d never even masturbated, she was way too far gone.
Seeing her intoxicated by my member was cute, but ignoring what I said was a bit much.
With this much lubrication, it should be fine.
I grabbed Elisha’s legs and hooked them over my shoulders. Perhaps because her legs were naturally pressed together, the tightening was intense.
But that wasn't my goal.
I planted my arms on either side of Elisha’s head and threw my weight onto her, pinning her down.
“Huaah?”
As I stabbed even deeper, Elisha let out a dazed sound. Of course, I wasn't going to go easy on her now.
Pang!
“Ngh-ck?!”
A hip movement that felt like I was slamming down from above.
Caught in a mating press, Elisha’s eyes flew wide open.
But I didn't stop there and continued to hammer my hips down.
Pang! Pang!
“Hic! Ha-hit!”
Elisha’s dazed face began to contort.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
“Hng-ck! Haah! Ngh-gick!”
Pinned beneath me, she began to let out crushed moans. After a few more piston strokes in that position—
Pang! Pang! Pang!
“N-no… Haah! What is this… Hic! The dick is reaching all the way inside… Huaah!”
Whether the pleasure had become too intense, Elisha began to struggle to escape, just like when she was getting the foot massage.
To think she’d lose her mind when being fucked, but regain her senses when being fucked harder.
What a riot.
Amused, I kept my hips moving.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
“I can’t move in this position… Ah-hic! Yandel? You? If you could just go a little slower… Ugh-ck!”
Elisha pleaded as her cervix was hammered. But why didn't she realize that only made me harder?
Pang! Pang! Pang!
“Ugh-ggh… Why is it getting stronger… G-hic?!”
The tightening grew even more intense. I, too, began to heat up at the state of her pussy, which felt nothing like a virgin's from just moments ago.
I wanted to knock on her cervix harder. I wanted to rub my dick against her walls faster.
…It should be fine, right?
Elisha was my slave, and the problem seemed to be that she liked it too much, not that she hated it.
I completely let go of the last thread of my reason.
And then, following my instincts, I began to swing my hips like a madman.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Elisha, already drained of strength, couldn't even resist properly and simply accepted the pleasure I gave her helplessly.
Her breasts crushed against my chest. The sensation of her nipples budding in the center. The tearful pleas tickling my ears.
All of it fueled my wild hip movements.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Like a beast with its prey in its jaws, I relentlessly plowed into Elisha’s pussy.
Again and again. I continued to ravish her.
How long had it been?
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Before I knew it, the sound of clashing flesh was thick with moisture.
“Ooh-ck… Ngh-hook…!”
With her eyes rolled back and her tongue half-loll out, Elisha had forgotten human speech and was crying out like an animal.
Even in this state, her pussy was busy twitching and stroking my dick.
The urge to ejaculate, starting from my tailbone, had become too strong to hold back any longer.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Sensing that the end was near, my body began to move instinctively.
Pang!
Beyond just thrusting my hips hard, I pressed down with my lower body, putting my weight into it as if I were going to knead her womb with my glans.
Perhaps to keep Elisha from escaping, I unconsciously bit down on the long ear in front of me.
Chomp.
“Eek-yaaaaaaaaah!!!”
With a moan that was almost a scream, her vagina tightened like crazy.
Feeling the sensation as if she were trying to squeeze and burst my member, I vomited out my semen.
Splurt, spurt.
A dizzying sensation, as if white light were flickering before my eyes.
After staying pressed together in that mating press position for a while, I slowly pulled out only after squeezing out every last drop.
Between her folds, which were drenched in love juices, Elisha vomited out a pink fluid—a mixture of semen and defloration blood.
That was incredible for just one round.
Perhaps I wasn't the only one who felt that way, as Elisha was completely passed out in a posture like a frog hit by a carriage.
Looking at her, my lower half began to stir again.
Was the elixir’s effect just too good?
But it felt a bit wrong to keep bothering the unconscious Elisha.
As I hesitated for a moment—
“Just a moment.”
Carla, who had been quietly standing aside, used the dress sprawled on the floor to wipe my dick clean.
Then, Carla crawled over and lay on top of the unconscious Elisha.
Their breasts were pressed together, and their pussies were layered like a sandwich.
Carla, who had spread her own pussy with her hands—letting the slight bit of remaining semen leak out, as if she hadn't bothered to wipe it—spoke.
“You’re not satisfied yet, are you, Master? Neither am I, after just that brief demonstration….”
Lick.
Carla licked her lips with a seductive smile.
On the bed where Iris and Elisha lay unconscious, Carla shook her hips, tempting me.
“It’s only until Lady Iris or Elisha wakes up… but how about it?”
“Brace yourself.”
The night was still young.
Young enough for at least two more rounds.