The Elf's Womb Descends
To fully claim her, I shifted into position. My throbbing cock made it awkward, so I fumbled between Daphne's legs as they parted shyly. I gripped her thighs firmly, forcing her into place, then pressed my glans against her slick entrance and started rubbing.
Precum and her arousal mixed in seconds, making my shaft glisten wetly. Gulp. I glanced up at the sound in my ear. Daphne stared back, her eyes a tangled mess of anticipation, ignorance, and anxiety.
"What? Scared?" I asked with a soft smile. She nodded faintly.
"Y-yes. But it's my first time, so..."
"Don't tense up too much—it'll hurt. Relax your legs."
"Yes! I trust only you, Berg."
As she spoke, the tension drained from her slender legs, splayed wide. It brought out a natural feminine allure, but I had something more important in mind. I shot her a stern glance.
"By the way, how long are you gonna keep calling me 'Berg' like that?"
"Huh?" Her eyes went wide, utterly confused. Adorable expression, adorable squeak—but this needed addressing.
Come on, even a rock gave birth to my kid. Time to sort out the pet names.
I nodded slightly and continued. "Tier's a beastkin, and she's actually the chief, so I let it slide. But you're my wife—you've given birth. Don't we need to fix how you address me?"
I explained calmly. Realization dawned on her face, mixed with shy fluster and quiet satisfaction. Her lips twitched upward as she replied in a trembling voice.
"I-is that so?"
"Yeah."
"Ahem. Ahem!" She covered her mouth, clearing her throat while looking up at me. She'd clearly thought about this before, but her jiggling breasts distracted me. I silently ground my twitching cock against her folds.
Squelch. Squish. Crude wet sounds echoed, clashing with the sweet mood, urging her answer.
"Well? What're you gonna call me?"
"Ah! Nngh."
I teased her with a mischievous grin. Her lust reignited—those clear eyes clouded with sticky desire, lazily roaming my body.
Damn, she's one lewd fairy.
Captivated by the thought of this lewd fairy Daphne being mine, I rubbed against her for ages. She let out coquettish moans, then seemed to realize I wouldn't enter without an answer. She swallowed hard.
"Hnn! Th-then... nnngh."
"Then?"
"B-baby's daddy..."
Her lips quivered shyly, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Baby's daddy... Well, she did give birth, so whatever.
The spirit stone sat there like a tarot orb in the parlor, exuding a subtle presence. To me, it was just that—but to her, an irreplaceable treasure. Her maternal love tugged at my heart.
Gotta check it out when I have time.
She deserved respect as the woman who loved me. Hiding my sudden sentiment, I thrust my dripping cock into her pussy.
Schlup... squelch.
"Haaah!"
Her soaked sheets and overflowing juices coated me slickly as I sank in slowly. She'd only known fingers, a wand, and that smooth spirit stone before. Her brow furrowed at my bumpy, rigid heat.
I slowed for her sake, extending a finger to smooth her cute frown. Our eyes met; hers darted shyly.
"Hoo, haa... It's a bit different from what I imagined. Hehe."
"Why? Not good?"
I teased, driving deeper. Faint abs rippled across her smooth belly.
"Hngh!"
Her arched back and thrown head stroked my male pride. My cock plunged on, pressing her used womb upward.
"Haah. Heh. Hek."
Her moans and twitches screamed shock and novelty. No time to pamper her—I savored her unique, gripping texture, steadying my breath and thrusting harder. Plop.
Hm?
A small sound from deep inside her. My glans pushed through something, burrowing deeper.
"Haaaaah!"
She shuddered violently, toes curling, and squirted fiercely against my hips. Unprecedented climax. Normally, I'd smile and whisper sweet nothings—but this alien sensation gripped me. I swallowed hard.
What the fuck? Shit?
Something chewed at my tip. Forgetting to thrust, I stared at her belly. It bulged higher than usual, lifting her abdomen. Her elf pussy clenched with rubbery tightness.
Is... that her womb?
Conviction hit. I pulled back slowly. Her bow-taut waist snapped further—impossibly angled—as she moaned and squirted. Milk leaked weakly too.
"Hnnnaaah!"
I gripped her waist. Her womb, gnawing greedily, released me with a final odd squeeze amid her gushing.
Pop.
"Haah. Hak. Hngh."
I watched her heaving body settle, waiting for her to recover. Her eyes cleared as my cock slipped free, trembling as she looked at me.
"Wh-what was that?"
I hadn't meant it, but her sparkling eyes made me play dumb.
"Uh... how was it?"
Her eyes lit up at my words.
"It was amazing! So much! Yes!"
"R-really?"
Her frantic nodding terrified me.
Sh-shit, she loves womb sex?
Truthfully, womb or cervix sex is impossible and dangerous. The womb's fragile, prone to infection. My women were all hunters, martial artists, beastkin—they could handle it. But direct womb entry? Never.
A cradle of life doesn't fling open for a cock's knock, right?
Hiding my fluster, I pondered expertly. Then it clicked.
Maybe infertile races have atrophied wombs?
Functional wombs need strength—but elves don't reproduce normally. They "birth" spirit stones after a week. Made sense.
I recalled that chewy grip and nodded.
Elves are made for womb sex.
Mind cleared, cock rigid again. Only that exquisite sensation lingered; I swallowed.
Daphne eyed me expectantly too. Composed, I pinned her body with mine.
"Wanna keep going?"
"Y-yes!"
Her thighs parted at my words. I slammed my cock back into her pussy.