The Wish She's Dreamed of Her Whole Life
Sucking the cock of a former enemy.
Even though being praised for it should have felt unpleasant in some way, there was no trace of such emotion on Serendia's face.
Instead, she moved her head even more eagerly, as if genuinely pleased by the praise.
This sister seems more passionate than I thought.
Exactly.
In a way, she looked like a puppy moving just to earn more praise from her master.
A woman who took my cock deep enough to brush her throat, then pulled back, eyes closed.
I studied her face carefully.
Pale skin, a straight nose, and alluringly plump lips.
Serendia was more like a tree than a flower.
Even while vulgarly sucking my cock, her expression barely changed—an air of worldly detachment.
Wanting a clearer view, I brushed the hair from her forehead. Her closed eyes opened, revealing the hidden sapphire within.
Clear, jewel-like eyes.
My reflection shone transparently in them. No trace of hostility remained.
"Chup, chup... haa... Do you have something to say, Master?"
"No, it's just... you're following orders so well."
"Then shall I rebel a little? Act coy? I heard human men like that sort of thing."
"...Sorry. Just keep doing what you're doing."
Best not to say anything more.
The woman nodded in understanding.
Then she puckered her lips like a duck's beak and resumed sucking my cock with wet, eager sounds.
Her face looked untouchable, yet she was sucking so obscenely. The sense of transgression was strangely arousing.
"Open your eyes, Serendia. That's it. Look up at me."
When she opened them, the contrast grew even stronger.
God, the feeling of conquest was overwhelming.
Having the governor of the elves—a race famed for its beauties—give me a blowjob while I looked down at her.
The suction, like octopus suckers, made my mind go hazy.
"First time? You're really good at this."
"Chuuup. Puha... It is my first time. Thank you... for the praise, Master."
"Are you getting shy now?"
"......"
She didn't deny it.
Heh. Cute.
Once the conversation ended, the governor tried to suck me again, but I stopped her.
She paused, thinking for a moment, then stood up.
She dispelled the magic binding her body and began stripping off her clothes.
Wow. This sister really knows how to read the room.
Right? How is her intuition so sharp?
She guessed exactly what I wanted and moved on her own.
There was a brief hesitation, but she removed everything and knelt before me, waiting for my next command.
"Why did you hesitate just now?"
"My body... isn't very beautiful. That's why."
Serendia's figure was beautiful.
Her body carried just the right amount of softness despite a lifetime of swinging a sword—pleasing to look at.
But there was one flaw.
Too many scars.
Beres, reading my thoughts, agreed.
Her body was covered in countless scars, as if she had been tortured all over.
Perhaps it was inevitable.
Living nine hundred years in a single body...
I ran my palm over each scar, starting from her lower belly and moving upward.
"No. You're beautiful enough."
"Pardon?"
"I don't know about others, but to my eyes, you're beautiful. Each of these scars holds the past that made you who you are now."
The woman gently touched the areas where my hand had been.
I wondered what she was thinking.
I couldn't know without her saying, but I decided to earn some points with my number-one elven bodyguard.
"When we have time later, will you tell me the story behind each one? I want to hear it, Serendia. How you've lived."
"...If you wish, anytime."
I felt we'd grown a little closer.
This wasn't because of my silver tongue.
It was possible because she had opened her heart to me first, serving me without hostility as her master.
But now that I think about it, something feels off.
'What does?'
Elves have extremely strong racial pride and solidarity. So why did she so readily agree to become a slave?
Beres had a point. It was strange.
If our positions were reversed, refusing to betray my kin and become the enemy's slave would be the normal reaction, wouldn't it?
I couldn't ask her directly, though.
She had clearly opened her heart to me.
Moreover, elves couldn't lie.
There was no falsehood in her service to me.
'Well... no need to interrogate someone who's trying so hard to please.'
An opportunity to hear the truth would come eventually.
I moved my hand again.
Between the many scars, I caressed her two flawless, smooth breasts.
They were large enough that they didn't fit in my hands.
Perhaps because of her firm abs?
The soft, yielding sensation in my palms felt like my brain was melting in pleasure.
Squeeze, fondle.
Her nipples gradually hardened.
I grabbed each with a different hand and tormented them thoroughly. Soon they stood erect, like my own cock.
"Hng... hngh..."
Quite cute, for moans coming from my master.
Surprisingly girlish reactions.
How about a kiss?
Curious, I brought my lips to hers. She carefully leaned in and met me.
Peck. Smooch. Peck. Peck...
Wow. Interesting.
I understood the scent from sweat and love juices, but why did her mouth smell like hyacinths too?
Beres, am I kissing a flower the size of a human right now?
Khkh. That's why so many races target elves. They're fragrant, after all. Some insane tribes even capture elves to use as air fresheners or spices.
'Crazy... really?'
Air fresheners aside, spices...?
Which race?
The giants. Before I was sealed, they were the strongest race in the demi-human lands. They didn't often clash with elves since the distance was great, but that's what they did.
My curiosity as a mage was piqued.
The demi-human lands, the tropical rainforest, shrouded in mystery.
I'd have to visit someday if the chance arose.
"Peck. Smooch... Master?"
When I spaced out mid-kiss, the beautiful elf in her early thirties tilted her head.
That expressionless yet adorable gesture made my heart skip. I pulled her into a tight embrace and devoured her lips.
She stood firm, accepting my weight and aggression without faltering.
Such a nurturing act.
You have more than enough qualifications as a slave... no, as my bodyguard, Serendia!
I moved my hands to her plump buttocks.
They felt firm and full.
Her rear hole radiated heat, while her aroused pussy dripped with lewd fluids.
I placed my right hand over her slit.
Raising my middle finger, I pushed into the tight hole and pulled back repeatedly.
Schlick, schlick. Schlick, schlick.
"Your pussy's insanely tight. Don't you even masturbate?"
"Hng. Haa... No. The last time was around eight hundred years ago, I think."
No wonder she seemed quite flustered.
Her expression didn't change, but her body twitched ever so slightly whenever I touched her breasts.
"How does it feel now?"
The woman fell into thought.
With each movement, the wet sounds from below grew louder.
"It... feels quite different from doing it alone."
"Meaning you like it?"
"...Yes."
Then, for the first time, her cheeks flushed.
Wow. Seeing an ice-cold woman like this was a delightful contrast.
In some ways, she reminded me of Aria.
Of course, Aria felt coldly rational, while Serendia carried the weight of centuries—an air of life's transience.
Still, this one doesn't seem like she'd melt helplessly like Aria.
'I agree.'
She'd make the perfect bodyguard, then.
We could travel together, fucking whenever we wanted—at the academy or the palace.
Hngh... just imagining it was nice.
While tasting every part of Serendia's body, I glanced at the audience.
The three elves watched in a daze.
Seeing their leader subdued without even drawing her sword, then mercilessly violated, must have been quite a shock.
'Sorry, but this is only the beginning.'
I pulled away from Serendia and lay down on the ground.
The soft grass cushioned my back.
Understanding my intent, she took a deep breath.
She carefully climbed on top of me, grabbed my cock, and positioned it upright.
"Is this your first time?"
"Yes, it is."
"But I have a question."
Serendia widened her eyes and relaxed her posture.
She lay beside me, tried to stroke my cock with her hand, then glanced at her palm and began licking my nipple with her tongue instead.
It seemed like a considerate gesture, worried her calluses might hurt me.
'She's surprisingly thoughtful, this elf.'
With a sister like this, she'd probably do thirty rounds of anal in a row♥
Oh my. She'd really do that?
Ignoring Beres's nonsense, I focused on the elven woman again.
While licking and sucking my chest, Serendia spoke.
"Ask me anything. I'll answer, no matter what it is."
"Aren't you pretty strong, even among elves?"
"I am. I'm ranked fourteenth."
"Fourteenth?"
"It means I'm the fourteenth strongest, excluding Lady Sielin."
The fourteenth strongest among elves who lived over a thousand years.
I was once again reminded of her prowess.
"Then why haven't you had a man yet? Someone of your skill should have no trouble getting one."
Right?
Why hadn't they given even one man to someone this capable?
"That's..."
Serendia's tongue stopped moving.
Her eyes suggested she was organizing her thoughts on how to explain.
Then, suddenly, a sigh escaped her.
"Huu..."
A sigh?
"Actually, it's because I fell out of favor with those in power."
Serendia's circumstances were as follows.
Concerned by the declining elven birthrate, she had suggested to the council of elders and the ruling class that they release more men.
If things continued this way, she warned, there might not be enough soldiers left to fight.
However, blinded by greed, they refused to yield any of their own, and as a result, Serendia had been sent to battlefields for over eight hundred years.
"I was dispatched only to the worst places. But when I survived to the end, they sent me here, to human territory. It meant I was to stay until I died."
The woman smiled bitterly and climbed back on top of me.
She pressed the tip of my cock against her petals and spoke softly.
"That's why. There's no other reason."
Hearing her story, I felt a pang of pity.
Now I understood why she had so readily accepted becoming a slave.
She had already been a slave.
She had spent nearly a thousand years as a slave to the elven ruling class.
Whether she became a human's slave or remained her kin's slave, her life would be the same.
"Serendia."
"Yes."
"Do you have a wish? I don't know if I can grant it, but since you've sworn to serve me until death, I'll at least consider it."
The elf hesitated before speaking.
Her answer was somewhat unexpected.
"Well... I have two. May I tell you both, Master?"
Really... I thought her personality wouldn't allow her to make requests or act shamelessly.
I chuckled softly and nodded.
"What are they? Let's hear them first."
The woman glanced behind her, then lowered her voice.
"The elves... need to change. I've wished for it all my life, but I failed. If things continue like this, our race will perish. So I hope you will destroy our race, Master."
"You want me to topple the ruling class and their system?"
She nodded.
Ha... I never expected to receive such a request.
Hmm~ In Aria's words, conquering the elven kingdom is inevitable!
'Inevitable... I don't know about that. But if I go, I'll just dump loads of cum and come back. Might as well solve their low birthrate problem while I'm at it.'
Ooh. We might even hit 5000p!
Yeah, no.
Who's going to die?
Anyway, after hearing Serendia's story, I thought a different approach might work.
Originally, I'd planned to wipe out the entire race along with the mermaids, but now it seemed better to deal with the ruling class and Sielin, then properly educate the rest.
Aslan~ Don't do that. Let's go for 5000p. We'll create a new racial group!
That... honestly sounded tempting.
Sex to make babies with five thousand beauties...
'No, no. Snap out of it, Aslan!'
I needed to think realistically.
Doing it five thousand times might actually kill me.
I lightly ignored Beres, who was spouting nonsense again today.