Mom's Hand is Weak, Elf's Milk is Weak Too

Once the momentum took hold, both the elf and I found ourselves completely swallowed up in this utterly depraved handjob session.

A soft rustle. The scratch of a pen.

I'd figured she would doodle a few notes, blow up at me the way she always did, and call the whole thing off. Instead the elf never once stopped stroking my cock, and the pen in her right hand showed no sign of cooling off either, racing across the blank white page as she recorded every last detail of this perverted research-handjob.

"Mmphh—slurp—mmphh—!"

"Humans, hahhn, display a greedy tendency to suck on every nipple they can get their mouths on, whether there is one or two of them... and especially when sucking both at once, the penis grows even harder, becoming so hot one might think the author's hand had been scalded...!"

As if we had struck some kind of bargain—I'll give you my breasts, so provide me with even more data from my own body—the elf knew perfectly well that I was latched onto her chest, and she made no move to peel me off. Instead she shook those enormous breasts this way and that, angling her nipples so I could suck them from every direction.

Payment received meant compensation owed. I decided to just start talking.

"For the record, humans like as many breasts as they can get. Don't get the wrong idea, though—mmphhh—it's not that we want a woman with six tits or anything. We just like it when there are a lot of wo—mmph!"

"H-How shameless! You are sucking on my breasts as we speak, committing the insolence of coveting your own master's bosom, and you have the gall to sit there and say you would prefer other women as well? What manner of debauchery is this!"

She clapped the hand holding her pen over her mouth as though she could not believe her ears. Then she huffed a blast of hot breath through her nose, as if to say my argument was not even worth considering, and set her pen racing across the page for all to see.

"I-I shall record this as well! If future generations come away with a terrible impression of humankind—if they conclude that your people possessed an outrageously lewd sexual culture—that will be entirely your fault. Nnhh—you do not even know how to feel shame...♡"

Honestly, with a pair of tits like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠these sitting right in front of me, how was I supposed to play the Confucian gentleman?

I was shameless, no argument there—but this elf greedily exploring every inch of my cock under the pretense of scholarly inquiry was every bit as shameless and every bit as filthy as I was.

"Humans really are pretty perverted, actually. Our sexual culture even includes—mmphhh—recording sex on video and selling it commercially, mmph!"

"What a lie! N-No matter how shameless a woman might be, she would never sell recordings of herself having sex to other people! If you have time to invent such nonsense, you can put that mouth back on my breas—!"

But it's true, though...

She seemed to have completely forgotten that she had hypnotized me to tell her nothing but the truth. Watching this elf—who had spent every previous encounter making my life difficult with that brazen face of hers—flush scarlet and squirm with embarrassment was a pretty novel sight, so since I had already opened the subject, I kept running my mouth whenever I found an opening, determined to mortify her even further.

"It's true. There are all kinds, too. One human woman taking on a hundred men at on—mm-mmph?!"

"Wh-Who said you could bring up something like that?! If you think a lie that ridiculous is going to embarrass me, you are sorely mistaken—and I shall have to teach that lesson directly to your body!"

She bellowed at me all over again and crushed my face under another tit-press masquerading as a massage, same as before. Then, apparently catching on that I was messing with her, she worked the hand wrapped around my cock with indignant fury and shouted,

"Th-This is punishment! Punishment! A human who tells his master such filthy lies while standing that p-pathetic cock of his at attention and going into heat deserves to be disciplined! Humans will crawl right over you the moment you give them an inch... I shall record that as well. Far too insolent!"

The scratch of her pen started up again, and she seized my cock in a grip even tighter than before—but there was nothing I could do about it. The back of my head was buried between her thighs, which gave off a sweet scent that never let up. My face was pleasantly crushed beneath her breasts. And her hand was wrapped softly around my cock, stroking it up and down.

Honestly, the soft warmth and springy give against my face alone was enough that I had no particular desire to resist or pull away.

"That's right. You just stay quiet and suck on my breasts. No more useless talk—just be a good boy and hand over your data! Does it feel good when I press like this? Or like this? Hahhn!"

Pleased that I had gone quiet, she mashed my face alternately into her left breast and her right, and each time I obediently let go of whichever nipple was in my mouth and took the new one she offered me.

After several rounds of this back-and-forth, I finally settled into quietly nursing at her nipple, and the elf's spirits revived at once. She puffed herself up and declared,

"Hahh. Humans make no distinction as to where a pair of breasts happens to be attached. Simply present them and they will put them in their mouths and start sucking—a beast with a terrible case of—yah! W-Waaait, do not bite with your fangs! I understand! I understand, it was only a joke?!"

The springy give of her nipple caught between my canines. I had not bitten down hard, but it was a part of the body that could make her whole frame jolt from nothing more than a flick of a finger, and the elf shrieked on the spot and furiously scribbled out the sentence she had just written.

Then she clamped down on the head of my cock the way a snake swallows an egg.

"I thought my nipple was going to come off. I offered you my breasts as a way of easing my own discomfort while I gathered data—not so you could toy with me...!"

"Mmph?"

"Are you pretending you do not know what you did? Just now I was, well, not exactly in the wrong, but the instant I made a slip you were waiting for it like a hawk...!!"

"Mmph?!"

As revenge for my sinking my fangs into her nipple, she squeezed the head of my cock in her fist. My cock, which had been enjoying her gentle strokes this whole time, leaked a dribble of fluid against my will under that grip that seemed determined to wring something out of it—and the elf, feeling that discharge, puffed herself up all over again.

"Surely you are not actually becoming sexually aroused? It is not even my p-pussy."

"Mmph..."

Of course it's because of these breasts! I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but pinned facedown in her cleavage like someone who had planted their head in the dirt, I had no way of arguing even if I wanted to.

"Mmph."

"Nnhh♡ I-I see I was right. I was right after all. I can tell just from watching you suck on my breasts. You have nothing left to say, so you suck on them instead. I must record this as well. When a human runs out of words, he—eek, I told you not to bite...♡"

The only protest available to me was to keep nipping at her nipple with my teeth. The elf, for her part, seemed to have gathered enough data for the moment and had no intention of simply taking it lying down. She started pumping my cock in earnest, using the pre-cum I had leaked as lubricant.

"Laying your hands on my noble breasts again... nnh, I-I am going to punish you. I shall wring it out of you with my own hand. I am going to make you spill every last drop of your semen into this hand that is not even a pussy...♡"

"Mmph—slurp slurp—mmph mmph!"

Squelch, squelch, squelch—♡

Whenever the elf's body convulsed, the head hanging from her breasts shook with it, and whenever my head shook she cried out even louder and the hand around my cock grew that much more violent. I knew it, and so did the elf stroking me—the end of this filthy act was coming into view. We were both racing toward climax. We were both about to finish.

Unlike me, the elf still had her mouth free, and she shouted as if the very idea were absurd.

"Give up! I am your master! As if a mere slave fondling my breasts could ever make me climax from them al—haaahhn...♡"

"Nngh—mmphh...!!"

Which meant that if her own orgasm was already a foregone conclusion, she would at least finish later than I did—make me finish first, and faster. We had never once looked each other in the eye or held an actual conversation, but we both instinctively understood that we were thinking the same thing, and we desperately worked each other's breasts and cock.

Squelch, squelch, squelch—♡

"Finish! I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠said finish! You are going to spill everything into my hand. I shall use this opportunity to put you in your place so thoroughly you will never dare try something this wicked again. So stop clinging to that useless pride and hurry up and—hahhn—my breasts again...♡"

"Mmphhhh—!"

The difference was this: I had already experienced a here-knight's pussy once before, forged from Dyna's trained ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠abs and crushing vaginal pressure. The elf, by contrast, was a virgin who had never been with a man. We were six of one and half a dozen of the other, but in a fight like this, experience—even the difference of a single sheet of paper—is what decides the winner and the loser.

I opened my mouth wide and took both of her nipples at once.

"Both of them again... I am already used to that, you know. If you think putting both in your mouth at the same time is going to make me finish on the spo—eek?!"

She had been smugly counting on her own victory, and for a moment she only looked puzzled as I rolled my tongue between her nipples, tracing a faint dividing line. That lasted all of a second.

"S-Stop! Stop it! I will write something terrible about you! I will write that humans are extraordinarily lewd animals, I will write it all down right here if you do not stop! I truly will write it! If you do not cease trying to make me climax from my breasts this instant I will truly—e-eeeeek...♡"

The instant my fangs bit down on both nipples at once, as though driving them in, the elf arched her back with everything she had, like a machine whose switch had been thrown, and began to climax.

"Hiiiieeek—ah, no! I must not finish! I-I have to hold on, I cannot climax from my breasts... the slave will start crawling over me again, he will keep trying to make me climax from my breasts after this, I am finishing, I cannot hold it, I cannot...♡"

Nnhhiii—♡

"Nngh...!!"

The sweet scent rising from between her thighs grew even thicker, and a faint stain showed through the crotch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her trousers. I let go of the orgasm I had been holding back with everything I had.

I came in thick, pulsing spurts—!!

"Eek, it's so hooot...♡"

Hot white semen spilled in heavy ropes into the elf's hand. The moment I finished, I pulled my face from her breasts, lifted my head, and checked her expression.

Sure enough, the elf was panting hard, her face dyed a deep scarlet, and she forced out a shout in my direction.

"D-Do not get cocky. I did not lose. This was a tie! A draw, I tell you!"

"The fact that the proud Lady Seresetin cannot quite bring herself to claim victory with any confidence tells me the winner has already been decided."

"Be quiet! This was a draw! Originally, a contest of this nature is decided by a proper duel of c-cock against pussy. I will not concede defeat over being pushed back the tiniest bit in some childish mock-sex—kyaah?!"

She screamed, and her body flipped over. I had seized her by the waist and spun us around the way a crocodile death-rolls with prey in its jaws, pinning the elf beneath me.

"Then shall we settle this properly, right here?"

"S-Settle... you want to contest male against female? A mere slave daring to challenge his master's noble pussy with that wicked cock of his—you are a thousand years too early! A-A thousand years too early, I say...!"

"This is strictly data collection. Data collection on human sexual intercourse."

Using research as my excuse, I reached for her belt. The elf could only stare up at me with trembling eyes.

"N-No matter how much it is for the sake of data, no matter how much it is for the sake of scholarship, y-you would dare touch my pussy...?!"

"There's always the other hole, if you'd rather."

"The other hole? If not my pussy, then the other hole on my body would be... w-wait...?!"

Her blue eyes were already glittering with lust. Far from resisting, she quietly lifted her hips to help me pull her trousers down. At last I hooked my fingers over her hipbones, ready to strip trousers and panties off together—and in that exact instant,

"Wh-What are you doing! Get off me this instant!"

"Ow!"

The conductor's voice rang in both our ears, and the elf—her face flushed tomato-red—kicked me in the stomach and shoved me onto the floor.

"H-How dare you! Whispering sweet nothings and trying to rape your own master's pussy! Are all humans like this?! I cannot believe it! Wh-wh-who would ever have s-sex with a lowly slave like you... make a child with you... I am not putting that cock in me!"

In the end I had failed to cross that final line. Worried someone might come check our compartment, I hurriedly put everything back in order and jumped off the train after the elf.

"I cannot believe it. No matter how absorbed I was in my research, to think I nearly gave my body to a monkey like you!"

"Did I do that? Ahem. I was so dizzy I don't really remem—"

"Y-You...!!"

She glared daggers at me as I staggered after her, looking ready to explode, then stormed out of the station huffing and puffing and headed straight for a hired carriage waiting nearby for passengers.

"What are you doing! Are you going to open the door or not?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I opened it for her just as obediently as I had on the train, and she climbed in with a haughty little snort. I followed her up, and right on cue the coachman's voice drifted through the curtain. I answered him at once.

"Saintess Village."