Eyes Meeting, a Spark for Pairing
After coaxing three creampies out of me—enough to plump her womb tight with semen—Leo went right back to helping me harvest corn as if none of it had happened.
—KYAAAAAH!!
"...Yeah. Cut the silk and it suffers. That's... its weak point."
"So that's the trick."
The corn had been playing dead, cowed by the predator's aura rolling off Leo, but it still couldn't stand having its kernels stripped away. It was winding up to fire a shot at us when she sliced through its silk—and the thing screamed in agony.
"Why does that hurt them so much, though?"
"...Don't... know? Fall in a cornfield, stay conscious, you live. Learned that as a kid. That's... all I know."
And so Leo and I chatted away as we picked corn, utterly unbothered by the screaming. If you only heard those cries, you'd think we were committing some horrific atrocity. Even vegans who insist that meat is murder would probably start shrieking that vegetables are violence and choose to starve instead. That's how pitiful those wails were.
"I'm really glad you're here, Leo. Without you, I'd still be wrestling these things, and I'd barely have harvested half."
"...Because you let me... collect semen. No complaints?"
"Are you still running with that bit?"
"...997 times left. Pay up diligently and I'll fill your arms with cubs."
"Oh."
Hearing Leo so casually offer to bear my children, I ducked my burning face and stole a glance at her.
"...?"
Leo stared at me as if asking what was wrong. But looking at the dried semen stains on her thighs, the fresh white cum still leaking from between her pussy lips, and that tail waving in lazy ripples behind her huge ass...
"Leo, are you in heat right now?"
"...How rude."
"There's this sudden blast of female scent coming off you."
"..."
Leo looked away. Her tail thrashed like a storm had whipped up at sea. So this was what they meant when they said the body is honest even when the face isn't.
I wanted to keep teasing her, but if I pushed any further I'd probably get another semen-collection session, so I pretended not to notice.
"I'm planning to turn today's harvest into sweet corn."
"...Sweet corn!"
"You like that, huh?"
"...Never get to eat it. That's why."
Her ears perked up with genuine delight, twitching away, and her tail had already curled into a heart shape, poking up perkily from between her ass cheeks.
"I'll put it on as a topping when I make pizza later."
"...Pizza!"
"You like that too?"
"...First time I tried it... but I like it. Could eat as much as I want."
Already excited, Leo casually yanked a corn's silk and handed me a freshly picked ear. The corn couldn't even put up a fight—it just twitched in her grip and went limp.
"...Harvested plenty of wheat, too. Winter... won't be a problem."
"Ah, about that..."
"...?"
"Do you think everything's okay? Looks like something's going on out west."
Mentioning wheat had reminded me. Those wheat herds. Normally, harvest season only brought one or two of them this way. So why had nearly ten of them migrated here this year? There were even Walkers mixed in among them. The scale was bigger than I'd expected—I should've stayed on edge even while I was fooling around with the elves.
Which is why I never got to properly enjoy those elven virgin pussies.
Had something actually happened out west? Pasuggun-ssi's visits had grown sparse, and then there was this sudden explosion in the wheat herds...
"...Does it... bother you?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah..."
"...But scouting is... dangerous. Heard Dark Elves recently... set up camp out west."
"Is that dangerous?"
The only Dark Elf I knew was Pasuggun-ssi. And even then, my only image of her was that of a sultry Dark Elf mommy who'd used "helping with the buffalo hunt" as an excuse to have filthy, perverted sex with me.
"How did you know Dark Elves had settled out west?"
"...Heard saintesses who lost their homes... fled west. Dangerous... but better than starving."
"You just said it's dangerous."
"...Dark Elves are a race... that knows no honor. They'll do anything for money. So the saintesses figured... setting up a second Saintess Village there would be better than the heavily regulated Alliance."
"So that's why the trains kept hauling people out there. Wait—Dark Elves are like that?"
I didn't know much, but just like there are all kinds of people in the world, Dark Elves were probably the same. There were probably Dark Elves who only cared about money, like Leo said—and then there were ones like Pasuggun-ssi, filthy but good-hearted.
Leo gave a slight nod. I turned west along with her.
"Wherever the Dark Elves have settled, heading west is pretty dangerous."
"...Heard you have to cross... a desert."
"A desert?"
Was there a desert even farther west than the buffalo grounds? Pasuggun-ssi had always shown up here like it was nothing, so I'd figured it was just far away. But the journey itself seemed rougher than I'd thought.
"...Don't know? There's a big desert. Packed with dangerous creatures."
"What's that supposed to be? I know about the swamp that shoots cannonballs, at least."
"...Maybe you don't need to know."
I had no plans to visit the west anytime soon, and no reason to go looking for trouble. So, as a way of saying let's drop the desert talk, I swung my machete hard at a corn stalk. The husk split with a crunch.
—KYAAAAAAAH!!
The corn wailed as if it had just lost its country.
"...Grrnnn, grrr, cock... stab it... in meee..."
"How can you try to seduce me the second the workday ends?!"
Beneath a sun sinking toward the western hills, the wet, sticky sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the warehouse. After the harvest, I'd stepped inside to stack today's corn—and our eyes had met. Next thing I knew, Leo and I were going at it like animals, not a scrap of clothing between us.
"I have my own work to do, you know! You can't just collect semen whenever you feel like it!"
"...Grrn, but... Iceman soaked in sweat... looked... delicious."
"That doesn't mean you can just plant a filthy kiss on me out of nowhere. Are you trying to seduce me into eating you out?"
"...How... insolent. But I'll admit it. Being eaten out... I like it."
I was yanking her tail taut, handling it rough enough that I might as well have been trying to rip it off—and yet every time I thrust into her, Leo just growled in pleasure. At first I'd only meant to soothe her with a few kisses. But once our tongues tangled, I got drunk on the heat of the warehouse and the female scent flooding the air.
"You're the one who seduced a guy who was just walking by!"
"...Grrnnn."
Leo's sharpened claws split the husks of the corn piled in the crate. The pleasure of being taken from behind had made her unsheathe them without thinking.
"Hey! Where do you think you're scratching those claws?!"
"...You're scraping your cock... against my pussy too, Iceman."
"Those are not the same thing!"
I immediately rammed a knuckle-blow into Leo's cervix with the head of my cock. The lioness's womb flinched from the hit, and her pussy shuddered right along with it.
"...Nngh, from my womb... all the way to my head... it rushed up all at once."
"What did?"
"...Don't... know. Something good... rushed up."
"Come on..."
I grabbed Leo's arms and pulled them high above her head. She could have shaken me off and raped me right back if she'd wanted—but Leo obediently lifted her arms wherever my hands pulled them, as if telling me to do as I pleased.
"Oh, yeah. This spot's just as prime as your pussy."
"...W-wait... not the armpits."
I buried my nose in one of the few soft spots on Leo's hard body—right up there with her pussy and her tits—and flicked my tongue.
"Now I get why you walk around looking so vacant all the time. A body like this is walking sex. If your face and personality were like Nemea's too, that would just be cheating."
"...Neme...a?"
"Ah, I decided to drop the formalities. If it comes down to it, you too, Leo..."
"...N-no. Hearing you talk polite... is hotter."
If Nemea was a succubus who came right out and said, "Hand over the semen or I'll mess with you!", then Leo was a walking cloud of pheromones who unconsciously seduced males with a perfectly innocent face, like she was just asking if I wanted to come over for ramen.
"You're just too much!"
"...Ah, aahh, don't... suck my armpits."
Thick beads of sweat rolled down the small of Leo's back.
