Morning After and the Elf's Arachnid Secret
"Mmm..."
After discovering Plang's clit button, even I had to admit that going all out—sucking on it wildly whether driven by pleasure or survival instinct, while she trembled from having her reverse scale stimulated for the first time in her life—was a bit much. So I barely suppressed that urge and opted for something simpler: just shoving my dick into Plang's pussy for a steamy night.
True to her fiery red hair, Plang's pussy had that unique heat from her red dragon clan, and even unconscious, it kept squeezing my cock rhythmically. Thanks to that, I must've cum in my sleep without realizing it, leaving a sticky mess in my lower body. Curiosity got the better of me, so I gave my hips a slight twitch—and sure enough, through the tip of my cock pressed against her womb, I could feel a sloshing ocean of fluids.
Since we were spooning, I couldn't see it, but if I flipped her onto her back, her belly would probably bulge like a mountain. A dick belongs in its case, that's natural. But sucking up her husband's cum while he sleeps, draining his energy and ruining his sleep... I shook my head.
"No wonder the bed felt uncomfortable... You naughty girl."
Bad girls need to be punished with dick, and good girls get rewarded with it too. I tested her reactions with subtle hip movements. Hearing her soft, ragged breaths from my chest and seeing her hips twitch faintly, I decided anything more would be too much for her right now. So, to cap off our relationship that started yesterday, I thrust deep one last time—enough for her to imprint me fully.
Using the mix of fluids as lube, my cock delivered the finishing dragon thrust.
"Nngh...! Ngh! Uuuh..."
Even unconscious and unable to communicate, Plang let out reflexive moans from the stimulation. Her cute mumbles against my chest and the pillow made my lips curl into a smile.
"Cute little thing. Heh."
It didn't feel like we'd gone at it super intensely, but hard or soft, sex is sex. It was a pleasant morning with a satisfied grin.
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Clink. Clink.
At the large dining table in the spacious kitchen—big enough for four or five people comfortably—Daphne sat to my left at the head seat. Tier and Plang were nowhere in sight, so I set down my busy fork and spoke up.
"Plang aside, Tier's tired too and skipping breakfast? That's unusual."
Daphne, who was beaming while eating her salad, paused like me and answered.
"Uh... We woke up together, I think... She's probably washing Plang first, then doing the chores we skipped yesterday before eating...?"
"Hmm..."
Even with my suspicious glance, Daphne just tilted her head innocently with a silly smile. She was the sluttiest in the party, yet so pure about this stuff—it made me chuckle inwardly.
It's not just about tending to Plang... She's probably too busy filling her own belly first to eat.
Tier, as the eldest who'd bonded with me first, often took care of the others like this. But who enjoys cleaning up the post-sex disaster of a bed and sheets? With a chance to check what had been bugging me, I expanded my senses, claiming the entire mansion as my domain.
I refined my mana so finely that even sensitive Tier wouldn't notice, feeling every bug in the house like it was on my skin. If she was really tending to Plang or doing chores, she'd be bustling around. But my senses picked up only Plang, sleeping soundly without a twitch, and Tier next to her, moving busily.
The usually sweet Tier got her weird info from who-knows-where growing up—dumb in some ways, sly in others. I sighed in disbelief.
Our little Pippi's scooping up my cum to get pregnant, huh... Sigh...
I didn't play favorites overtly for the party's harmony, but Tier subtly resented Daphne—our concubine-like position—getting the first birth. Shaking my head at her idiotically charming behavior, I resumed eating.
She's the seedless watermelon, not me... Should I reassure her or something?
Feeling bad about stringing her along, I planned to tell Tier next time I saw her that I'd knock her up properly if she stopped. But then my senses caught her grinding her lower body against Plang's—like scissoring.
I shook off the thought and shoved food in my mouth.
"Man, breakfast is delicious today. You make it, Daphne?"
"Y-Yes!"
"You adorable little Tinkerbell. Heh."
"Tin... kerbell...?"
"Oh, it's a fairy from my world. Fairies were called Tinkerbell there."
"Ah... Hehe."
My dumb joke slipped out, but since it wasn't wrong, I brushed it off. Daphne, proud of her elf heritage, mulled over "Tinkerbell" and grinned, flashing her pearly whites.
Squirm.
"Hm...?"
"Yes?"
"Nah, nothing. Just thinking."
Daphne nodded and kept eating. Watching her daintily eat salad, I wanted this peaceful morning to last, but the weird sensation at my head and Nangkangi's nagging waves—do something!—made me swallow a sigh and purse my lips.
Damn, timing's perfect, but... probe first?
Our party's noisiest slugs were scissoring in Plang's room. It'd come out eventually, and with Nangkangi yanking my hair like a dad demanding action, a macho instinct flashed through my mind. I opened cautiously.
"Uh... Daphne."
"Yes?"
"Do you... like... s-spiders...?"
"Spiders?"
"Yeah, those creepy multi-legged bugs that spit sticky white webs."
Snap.
A vital resource vanishing from my unseen scalp. The situation was heavy, but I'd been brutally honest—beyond what parents could handle. Daring to promote me to S-rank hunter? This insolent spider bitch...
Nangkangi's impudence pissed me off, but priority was wrapping this up, then family training. I suppressed the hair-pulling pain with Daphne's puzzled cute face.
She looked baffled at the question itself.
"Uh... B-Baby... Um... Berg, you know I'm an elf, right?"
She blushed, her pointed ears and pale neck flushing—still awkward with "baby daddy" from our first night. I chuckled at her cuteness and nodded.
"Obviously. Shape aside, those ears scream elf."
"Yes. I'm an elf, called forest fairy."
"Yeah..."
"So, what's most common and friendly in the forest?"
She wagged her head like quizzing a kid. I suddenly craved turning into a ruthless milking machine for her breast dispensers.
"Well... trees, grass, flowers?"
"Hehe, right. Excluding plants, what creature's most abundant?"
"Creatures? Wildlife... Oh...!"
I got it. Lightning thought: Elves... vegetarians and bug collectors?!
In any world, bugs are inseparable from lush nature. Spider or arthropod, in this unscientific world lumped with insects—beneficial ones like spiders? Elves must love 'em.
As realization hit, mouth agape, Nangkangi rippled space above my head and appeared.
"Nang!!!"