The Slave Trader Who Became an Elf's Seed-Bearer
"Squelch, schlick...!"
With a wet, viscous friction, the elf priestess Ariel's massive cock scraped free of the tight pussy and pulled completely out.
"Oooohhh...! Nngh, nnghiiih...!"
The hips that had been hoisted high into the air collapsed bonelessly to the floor. The crushing pressure that had filled the cunt vanished, and thick, dense semen poured in a sticky stream from the flushed, gaping slit.
Cold stone was painted white with those clinging trails.
Reason had fled long ago.
A body utterly devoured by pleasure trembled in every limb of its own accord, spraying like a fountain again and again while beast-like cries tore from its throat.
"Hiiik, hih...!"
Ariel looked down with leisurely contempt at the figure whose eyes had rolled back, panting and broken.
"Kalix... no. That disgusting name should be thrown away now. What name would suit a cute little female like you?"
Her toes prodded the red hair spilled across the floor.
"That's it. Kalia. From today on, your name is Kalia."
The words had barely left her lips before Ariel stomped her bare sole down hard onto the lower belly swollen tight with semen.
"Hiiiiiik...!"
"Pssshhhht!"
The load packed all the way into the womb could not withstand the pressure and gushed out in a sudden flood.
By any normal measure it was merciless violence that should have wrung screams of pure pain.
But this body had been remade for one purpose only—to take a giant male organ without rest—and even that brutal impact was twisted into horrific pleasure that slammed straight into the brain.
"Ughghgh! Ah, aaaaahng...! It, it's coming out again...!"
A scream-like moan burst free.
The heaving torso convulsed and twisted, spraying clear love juices like a fountain once more.
"Hohoho. What a truly lewd body."
Ariel let out a languid laugh and whispered as though bestowing mercy upon the flesh still twitching face-down on the floor.
"Still, you were specially chosen because you caught my eye, Kalia. Be grateful for your good fortune."
Her crimson lips curved into a cool, cruel arc.
"Whatever your comrades end up birthing... it certainly won't be noble elves like us."
Blurred focus slowly returned. I forced my violently trembling body under some kind of control and glared up at Ariel with pure venom.
"I... I will never submit to this shit."
"Hohoho. Submit? You have nothing left to submit with."
Ariel crouched in front of me as if the very idea were amusing.
"This is simply the natural course of things from now on. Don't worry—I always reward properly."
Her fingers brushed lightly over my swollen clitoris, and a moan I had tried to hold back slipped through my teeth.
Then Ariel's hand began to stroke my lower belly, right over the womb, with deliberate gentleness.
In that instant a scorching heat surged up from my abdomen, and the Lustful Crest tattoo blazed with light.
"Hyaaah?! Wh-what is this...!"
An unbelievable sight unfolded. Between my legs a cock far more monstrous and enormous than anything I had possessed as a man throbbed into existence, swelling hard and thick.
"How is it? You can get pregnant, and you can impregnate others. Isn't that wonderful?"
"What, what the hell is this... uhhhn, i-it itches... it itches so much...!"
"If you've grown a cock, you ought to put it to proper use."
Ariel laughed as though thoroughly entertained, wrapped her hand around my newly massive shaft, and began to stroke it up and down.
"You are now both a stallion and a seed-bearer. Hohoho."
As her hand sped up, animal cries of heat tore from my mouth.
"Aaang! Ah, ahh! Th-there... more, moreee!"
"Please, please more! Don't stop, aaaahng!"
The very moment I was thrashing and begging for more, Ariel's hand stopped dead.
"That won't do. No."
"Ah, aaa... why, why did you stop...! Hurry, please hurry and touch me moreee!"
Desperate, I looked up at her and could not stop myself from shouting for her to continue.
Ariel answered with a cold smile and ground her bare foot down onto my rigid cock, rubbing hard.
Squelch!
"When you make a request, you should do it politely."
I bit my lip until it hurt and glared at her through the humiliation.
But the body already ruled by pleasure had long since passed its limit.
"Ah, Lady Ariel... please... bestow your grace upon this wretched slave... sob."
"Hohoho. You should have done that from the start."
Ariel's foot moved swiftly, toes clamping and teasing the head, and pleasure like a rake dragged down my spine crashed through me.
"O-oooooh! I-I'm cumming...!"
Brrrrrt! Brrrt, brrt!
An enormous volume of semen erupted into the air, painting everything sticky.
I sobbed tears of pleasure and shame, moaning like a beast.
Ariel ruthlessly shoved her semen-smeared foot into my panting mouth.
"Suck."
The order fell, and with my mind completely gone I stuck out my tongue like a dog and licked every inch of her foot and between her toes clean.
Lick! Slurp. Shlurp!
Looking down at that miserable sight, Ariel burst into satisfied laughter.
"Hohoho! Keep doing exactly that from now on."
She turned coldly, opened the cell door, and left.
Clang!
Left alone in the room, the enormous cock shrank smoothly away until not a trace remained. I curled up on the freezing floor and poured out tears of pure despair.
"Uhhhn...! Damn you, you pointy-eared bitches!"
Curled on the cold stone, I ground my teeth until they creaked.
When I first fell into this fucked-up other world, all I had been given was a naked body with a pair of balls.
Begging on the streets, running errands in back alleys, looting corpses on blood-soaked battlefields, risking my life as a mercenary swinging a blade—there was no bottom-feeding work I had not done.
I rolled and crawled through that filthy mud until I finally clawed my way to the top as the empire's greatest slave trader.
Elf slaves?
I had taken young elves hostage to blackmail their parents. I had broken perfectly good deals and stabbed people in the back to capture them. I had set traps, burned elf forests, and netted every last one that fled so I could sell them—more times than I could count.
But so what? It made money! Everyone else was doing the same shit; I just worked a little harder at it!
And yet the thirty years of life I had built with blood and sweat vanished in an instant.
I, who had spent a lifetime holding other people's leashes, was now supposed to use this pleasure-rotted female body as a seed-bearer for these pointy-eared bastards?
"Don't make me laugh......"
Sticky semen still dripped down my thighs, but I forced strength into my legs and staggered upright.
Just you wait. You think this is where I end? I will climb back to the top no matter what, and I will make those arrogant elf bastards lick the soles of my feet.
Eyes blazing with venom—exactly then.
Crash! Screeeech!
"Let go of me! No, let gooo! Kyaaaaah!"
The sound of someone thrashing and being dragged echoed down the corridor.
I hurried on unsteady legs to the iron door and pressed my face tight against the palm-sized barred opening in its center.
"Give me my body back! This isn't my bodyyy!"
An elf woman was being dragged along, struggling desperately.
The elf guards hauled her roughly and flung her into the cell directly opposite mine like a piece of luggage.
Crash!
"Guh...!"
She tumbled across the floor with a groan.
Then that familiar, spine-chilling laugh rang through the hallway—Priestess Ariel.
She glanced at me through the bars and smiled sweetly.
"Oh my, Kalia. Perfect timing. Your friend has arrived."
Ariel seized the fallen elf woman's hair and yanked her upright.
"Let go! Let go right now, you pointy-eared bitch!"
Blue hair, a voluptuous and lush figure, and fierce, sharp features that looked ready to bite.
I had never seen this elf before in my life, yet Ariel's next mocking words made my heart drop.
"Hohoho. Don't you recognize her, Kalia? Your reliable bodyguard."
Bodyguard? No way.
The one who had hit it off with me in our mercenary days and rolled through the gutter together from the very bottom.
A knight whose skill was first-rate but whose brains were so poor he wandered without a lord.
The action chief of my trading company, and my only real friend.
"...Charles?"
At my call the blue-haired elf snapped her head up.
Her eyes, still full of poison, found me through the bars and went wide with shock.
"It's me. Kalix."
Charles stared at me as if she could not believe it, then let out a short, hollow laugh.
"The Kalix I know is fucking ugly."
"...Isn't it the other way around, you bastard."
I crushed my lips together and forced a smile. Charles's mouth twitched upward in answer.
"Oh my, oh my."
Ariel, who had been watching our short exchange with interest, clapped her hands in exaggerated delight.
"What tear-jerking friendship. I'm truly sorry to have to separate such a touching pair."
Her eyes curved into cruel crescents. She jerked her chin at the guards behind her.
"Bring the one who will be this bitch's new master. Now."
Clank!
A guard roughly yanked a leash and dragged something forward.
At the grotesque sight, both Charles's face and mine froze solid.
Grrrr...! Woof!
A little smaller than an elf, yet a massive, heavily muscled beast.
A male dog stood there, eyes blazing red, drool hanging in thick strings from its jaws.