This Has a Killer Feel
After a commotion that had been, in more ways than one, quite the ordeal, the elf and I wrapped up the harvest in a rough sort of fashion. We climbed down from the outpost, sickle and flail slung in our hands, and started walking slowly toward the place where the real battle had been fought — the site of the actual gathering still to come.
"Take it slow behind me. There might still be some wheat left alive out there."
"...What's this? You've gotten rather sweet, haven't you?"
"When have I ever not been?"
"Hmph. Pretty shameless, coming from the man who wrecked my pussy and my ass so badly I can barely walk."
She followed after me with every ounce of leisure she could muster, picking her way through the wheat that lay dead and scattered as if she were strolling beneath autumn leaves. And she made a point of it, too — letting her steps drag, letting herself sway and stumble so I couldn't possibly miss the state she was in.
"...Want a piggyback?"
"Hmph. Your timing is absolutely wretched. Asking me that now, of all times."
I crouched a little, and immediately felt the heavy press of two basketball-sized orbs settle against my back. I had a flail in one hand and a sickle in the other, so I couldn't exactly hoist her by the ass, but she had her arms locked firmly around my neck, and that was enough to keep us moving without much trouble.
"The yield's huge this year, though. Last year, the year before — we'd drop a few of them and that was it. This year a whole swarm came at us, easily ten times that."
"Which means the price of bread is about to crash through the floor."
Wheat lay heaped in mountains wherever you looked. I set the elf down on a convenient tree stump and swung the sickle once, just to check whether anything was still breathing. A few strands of straw caught the breeze and drifted away along the arc of the blade.
"Dead."
"Wait. You brought me out here without even checking whether these things were alive or dead?"
"I was going to come alone. You're the one who followed me, Lady Celestin—gah!"
"Kyaa?!"
Another spray of straw went flying. The wind had the rotten luck to change direction, and the elf ended up wearing the whole lot of it. She shrieked.
"I figured you knew what you were doing, the way you were strutting along so confidently!"
"And I figured your marksmanship had already dropped every last one of them on the spot!"
"You just cannot let anyone have the last word, can you!"
Thwack!
That seemed to light her fuse. She snatched up the flail right then and there and started thrashing the nearest sprawl of wheat. The dead swarm burst apart under the blows like a piñata, scattering grain in every direction.
"But something's definitely gone wrong out west. If it were just here, fine — but if the Alliance got hit with swarms like these, or worse, and they're sitting on a bumper crop of their own..."
"The west..."
West was where the endless wastelands were — the ones Celestin had dumped on me. It was the breeding ground of the wheat that had come here, and it was also where Pasuggun-ssi lived with the rest of her Dark Elf kin.
"I wonder if that place is all right."
"I heard there's been a fair amount of people moving out that way lately, but I wouldn't know. Managing that land is your job, after all."
Thwack, thwack!
She went right back to flailing once she'd said her piece. I was about to start in on the real work of breaking the swarms down myself, sickle swinging, but the brief silence that settled between us seemed to grate on her. Something occurred to her, and she spoke up again.
"Hold on. You're the landowner out there, and you don't even know why this happened? Don't tell me you've been slacking off on the land I so generously handed over to you!"
"How am I supposed to manage a place that huge by myself?!"
She'd clearly been waiting for an opening, grinning as she picked her fight. I turned to fire something back — and found that she'd already undone her chest wrap. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears had gone faintly pink, and she was watching me with those ears giving a little twitch.
"W-what are you doing..."
"I've gotten a pretty good handle on how to break you in completely! Heh. That habit you monkeys have — one look at a beautiful woman's naked body and your brain just shuts off! I've got you figured out this time!"
Her enormous breasts were flushed with embarrassment, nipples already standing a little proud, and down her thighs ran the lingering traces of the fierce coupling we'd just finished. At a glance you might have taken her for some wanton, some streetwalker — but that innate, breathtaking beauty of hers, and all that dignity she was always muttering about, somehow transfigured the whole display into something like art.
I reached for her without thinking. My hand was a breath away from those luscious, watermelon-heavy breasts when she flicked her poncho back over them and cackled.
"Augh..."
"If you want to keep having your way with me, you'd better keep doing as you're told. Like it or not, you swore on my pussy that you'd be bound to me forever! Ohohoho!"
"Maybe I shouldn't have stuck it in..."
It wasn't just anything I'd seen, either. I'd watched a secondhand pussy get made with my own two eyes. It was far too late to return her over a simple change of heart.
"If I ever discover a way to restore a hymen..."
"Hey!"
I dove into the straw, and sure enough, the elf's face had gone scarlet at the dirty joke. She swung the flail at me with a vengeance.
Thwack, thwack!
"You put my pussy in this state and now you have the nerve to say that?! What even is that logic — 'I made it like new again, so it's not used anymore'?!"
"Aaagh — ow, ow, ow—"
Hiding in the straw had been a mistake. I'd been expecting her to draw her gun.
"This has a killer feel! You just stay right there! It's been ages since I got to have this much fun!"
"Aaagh! My bones, my bones—!"
The more I howled that I was dying, the more proof she had that the thrashing was working — and the more she got into it. She laid into me with the flail in high spirits, until I finally couldn't take it anymore. I clutched my head and burst out of the straw.
"I'll beat you so thoroughly you won't even think of talking back, ah—?!"
"Don't you fucking move."
She clearly hadn't expected me to come flying straight at her. Her eyes went wide as saucers — and then I headbutted her square in those bare breasts, and the two of us went tumbling across the ground in a tangle.
"Y-youuu! Mmph♡"
"Wait, what the hell is this all of a sudd— mmph!"
She stared up at me in shock for a second, flattened beneath my weight — and then her arms were around my neck and her mouth was on mine. They say a thief who learns late doesn't know when to quit. The elf had only just discovered the pleasures of a man and a woman — the taste of cock — and already she was in heat, already demanding more of me.
Schlick—!
The memory of her soft skin and that exquisite pussy-grip was all it took. I yanked her pants down and shoved myself inside.
"Mmph♡"
"Nngh."
You'd never have believed she'd been a virgin until a little while ago. Her inner walls coiled around my cock at once, slick and greedy, and before long the two of us were going at it in earnest — the sky for a blanket, the fallen straw for a bed, a filthy, unrestrained fucking in the middle of the field.
The gap in experience showed. She was panting in no time, both legs wrapping around me as she spoke.
"Hahh — i-if you keep doing as I say from now on, I'll let you taste this pussy nice and often."
"You mean that?"
"What do you mean, 'you mean that'?! Are you saying you don't trust me, even as I'm mixing my body with yours?! Look — hahh — I'm already squeezing down like this because taking your cock feels so good, trying to wring the cum right out of you, and you still...♡"
"...!"
Squelch, squelch—!
Even in the middle of being thoroughly ravished, she had the nerve to give me that sly, knowing little smile. I hit her with a Pussy Pound on the spot.
The elf, who'd been looking so triumphant as I pounded into her without restraint, let out a shriek and came apart at the seams.
"W-waaait, that's too — hahh — strong! My pussy feels way better than I thought, I-I keep going, ahhh...!!"
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant with my kid!"
"I-insolent little slave! Just because you came inside me doesn't mean a slave's sperm could ever fertilize my noble eggs!"
"Don't care — if I don't knock you up and make you give birth right now—!"
"Nnghhk♡"
That golden pussy of hers — as if someone had sculpted it for the sole purpose of wringing a man dry — brought every last fold to bear, clamping down on the cock that was hunting for her womb. I wasn't about to lose. I seized Celestin's massive breasts in both hands and squeezed.
"If I want milk coming out of these cow-sized tits, I've got to get a baby in you first...!"
"A-are you trying to cum again?! A slave, trying to finish inside his mistress without even asking?!"
She stared at me with wide, startled eyes, as if the thought had never occurred to her. I kneaded those watermelon-heavy udders even more blatantly and said,
"You said you'd let me taste this pussy nice and often! Consider this part of that!"
"That doesn't mean I said I'd have your child — p-pull out! Pull out right now, nnhh, pull ooout...♡"
"Funny, coming from the one who won't let go, Lady Celestin."
"I am not—! I've never— hick?!"
"Coming inside an elf pussy...!"
Brrrrrrt—!
I finished inside her before she could change her mind. That strange sensation of little openings brushing the tip of my cock made me wonder, inwardly, what I was feeling — but I drove myself in to the root and painted Celestin's insides with everything I had.
"Hiiiiighh...♡"
She climaxed almost at once. Between those blue eyes of hers, a pair of pink hearts popped into being.
"You... you actually think you'll survive after doing something like this...♡"
"Then I'll just have to leave a kid or two behind before I die."
"Ah, aahh — it got even harder. You just came that much inside me! Th-thaaat...♡"
Schlick, schlick—♡
The elf's cries rang out, loud and vigorous, across the field.