Calm Before the Storm
"Haaah... stop... you fucking... mmph!"
Even after draining the yin qi accumulated in her sleep and pumping two loads into her pussy, Ellen's foul mouth wouldn't quit. It wasn't until I shoved a dick tentacle into her mouth that she finally calmed down a bit.
Squelch- squelch-
'Ah, here it comes—!'
Splat-splat-spluuurt- spluuuurt!
Thick ropes of pure white semen poured into Ellen's chewy pussy. Watching her hips tremble and buck in orgasm as my ejaculation battered her womb door filled me with pride. Back when I first took her virginity, her pussy had been a dry desert—now it got slick after just a few belly rubs. And the milk squirting from her tits every time I wrapped tentacles around them and squeeeezed was a hell of a sight. I pulled the tentacles out and pressed down on her perky, protruding nipples, wetting them with milk.
'Mmm... I really need a mouth.'
That way I could suckle those plump tits and nurse on her nipples while guzzling the milk. Plus, it'd open up all sorts of new sex variations—kissing, eating her out, you name it.
You will naturally acquire it as you level up.
Whatever. No need to rush. I'd get it eventually, just lounging in this comfy cave, sucking up Cecilia and Ellen's yin qi day after day.
Bam-!
"What the fuck! Why the hell not?!"
In the barracks where the elf knights lived under the bountiful blessings of the World Tree, goddess of the fertile earth—today was no different. A blond elf man with a somewhat flighty impression slammed his fist against the wall hard enough to crack it, venting his rage.
His name was Arlan Jeffrey. The family name gave away that he was the scion of nobility. Currently, he was holed up in the knights' order after clashing with his baron father. Sure, the moment he enlisted, all that family prestige vanished, and in the elf knights' order—where rank was everything—he was treated no differently from the commoner grunts... but it beat living under his father's thumb, getting nagged every damn day by that stubborn old man who wouldn't even pretend to hear him out.
Unexpectedly, he'd found he had a knack for military life, too. Time passed, and leveraging his scouting skills, he'd risen to captain of the Mokhwa Knights... that's when he met her.
Golden hair shining like his own. Eyes pure yet brimming with conviction. And that occasional flash of feminine allure. Thinking back now, he'd probably fallen for her the moment they met. It was his first time feeling this way about anyone, so whenever he faced her, he ended up acting prickly and flippant, despite wanting to approach her seriously.
Her name was Ellen. Her being a commoner didn't matter one bit. They were both knights, and knights treated everyone equally. His father would foam at the mouth in protest if he knew, but screw him. Arlan was already smitten.
That day had started like any other—except for the brutally boring patrol duty. Scouting the World Tree's territory for anomalies. In the decade since he'd enlisted, not a single incident during his time in the Mokhwa Knights. Safest assignment in scouting, but boring as hell. Ten-plus hours scanning the unchanging forest, staying vigilant on all sides—it was only natural for focus to wane and fatigue to set in over time.
From what Ellen had told him, it was her first patrol. He reassured the tense newbie that it was no big deal, then they set out from the elf city of Elinia together.
"Ellen, you head west along the outskirts and swing north. If—if—monsters show up, don't fight. Send a spirit to let me know right away."
She flashed that fresh recruit's bright smile and saluted crisply. Back then, watching her ponytail bounce as she turned away, he'd smirked to himself...
Thud-!
"Why won't you authorize it?! There's clear evidence one of our own was dragged off by a monster! How can you say we can't mobilize?!"
"Captain Arlan. I understand your concern for a comrade, but you're too worked up. Cool your head a bit."
Tap-
In the quiet command office, Arlan faced off against a man standing with hands clasped behind his back, gazing out the large window at Elinia's scenery. The man exuded a grave, mature aura—a middle-aged elf whose deep eyes seemed to hold ancient wisdom. Arlan faltered under that gaze, but frustration and anxiety drove him—he couldn't comprehend this.
A monster had appeared in the sacred domain of the World Tree, and a knight had vanished because of it. Not vanished without a trace—the monster had left blatant tracks. Slime residue at the scene, Ellen's frantic footprints. If she'd slain it, she'd have reported back by now. But three hours after the estimated incident time, no sign of her.
Thankfully, her footprints led out of the domain—he'd gathered a team to pursue immediately. But now his superior, Captain Harmun Constantine, was blocking him.
"When you found the monster flesh, you said it looked like slime residue. Does that make sense? She's no infant—she's a knight who can handle spirits, green as she is. An Elinia knight kidnapped by a mere slime? You really think it's a normal slime?"
He had a point. Even as a fresh recruit, Ellen was an honored Elinia knight—one who'd beaten 100:1 odds to join the Mokhwa Knights. No ordinary civilian. But a slime? By human standards, mana-less trash even a grown man could bash with a stick. Negligible threat if you avoided the acid. For her to lose to that and get kidnapped? A slime couldn't beat her, let alone bother dragging her off.
Suspicious as hell. Undeniable that it wasn't a normal slime, just as Harmun said.
"But! The scene shows only one monster. If we mobilize, we can save her! Why oppose this?!"
"I'm not opposing. Seeing your reaction, I can tell she's special to you. Calm down and think. You said her footprints were intact at the scene, right?"
"...Yes. Ellen's running tracks led out of the World Tree's domain."
"Then doesn't it suggest something? She handled the monster and left the domain on her own..."
"She's not like that! Acting on her own without orders...!"
"Captain Arlan. My patience has limits."
...Shit. He'd screwed up. The old Harmun would've court-martialed him on the spot. He hadn't realized how much the captain was holding back amid his panic over Ellen.
"...My apologies."
"Then only one possibility remains. A mutant with mind-affecting skills."
"Mutant...? Then Ellen...!!"
Mutants. Monsters occasionally born with unique skills or traits. Usually minor power boosts or buffs, but uniques with overwhelming stats could lead packs of dozens or hundreds. Mind-interfering ones were rarest—highly intelligent, prone to vicious acts beyond normal monsters.
If Ellen had been taken by one of those...
His strength drained away. Four hours since she'd vanished. Plenty of time for the worst. If he lost her...
"Not to be taken lightly, Captain. But abandoning Ellen violates the World Tree's principles. We'll assemble a proper expedition at dawn—return to barracks and prepare."
"...! Thank you, Captain. I'll bring her back safe."
Thank the goddess Harmun was strict but devoted to the World Tree's tenets above all: "Treat kin and comrades as family. Never betray them." He'd authorize the rescue. Clutching that hope, Arlan saluted and returned to his room.
'Kuh... Whoever kidnapped Ellen, when I find you, I'll tear you to shreds with everything I've got.'
Glared at the monster flesh from the scene, steeling his resolve.
"Please... just stay alive. Ellen..."
Hoping she'd return with that innocent smile, he forced his unyielding eyes shut for sleep, bracing for tomorrow's expedition.