Chapter 85
Chapter 85
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Eli's Resolve
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Today, I resolved to steal Mom's dildo. No, maybe it was yesterday.
"Slurp... *smack*... Chuuup, chuuuurb..."
The wet sucking of tongues and the sound of saliva mingling.
Beast-like heavy breathing from faces utterly wrecked with pleasure.
Squish, squelch, schlop, slurp, smack!
Sounds echoing every time flesh collided.
Not just any flesh-slapping noise, but the lewd symphony that only sticky, saliva-like mucus could produce...
Sssplurt!
"Haeuk...♡"
The wanton gush of pussy juices and the genuine climax moan of a depraved bitch in heat.
Eli's sensitive elf ears drank in every sound with electric intensity.
'...Is this a dream?'
Eli peered through the slightly ajar door at the 'real adults,' that thought flickering in her mind.
Even after their relationship had grown a touch complicated, she never voiced it outright, but...
Eli was jealous of her adoptive mother—yet deep down, she admired her too.
'If I didn't admire her from the start, I wouldn't even feel this jealousy.'
It wasn't for nothing that academy folks who knew the Ordia name shot her those comparing glances, dubbing her 'Ordia's daughter' or 'that woman's daughter.'
Over ten years since her retirement, with fresh faces flooding in, the legend was fading—but not entirely gone.
Diana had been one of the legendary explorers, her achievements too numerous to count.
And such a woman...
"Hiiit, hueeii...♡"
Spluuuurt—
...was on all fours, face smashed into the pillow to muffle her animalistic moans, ass thrust high as she squirted her climax juices.
Her thick pink pussy lips were puffy and swollen, and just below, her inner thighs bore angry red streaks as thick as forearms, like they'd been scraped raw.
Her thighs and ass glistened, smeared with a creamy white fluid Eli had never laid eyes on before.
The moment Eli caught sight of that reeking ooze, her womb throbbed instinctively.
Eli was a full-grown woman in her prime.
The academy skipped sex ed, but she knew enough: that was the stuff men unleashed when they were lost in bliss.
Gulp. Gulp.
Rough gulps, like chugging water.
'Ah, can't see him...'
He seemed perched at the bed's edge for a breather, but the door's angle was just too perfect—blocking the man from view.
Still, there was zero doubt who he was.
'Uncle...'
Balkan, the uncle.
The man who always wore his helmet.
The only one who'd ever looked at 'Eli,' not 'Ordia,' and recognized her as a mage in her own right.
...And the man who kept drawing her eyes, nagging at her thoughts.
She'd witnessed a scene like this once before.
A dramatic reconciliation in the Labyrinth, Balkan's explanation that it was all a misunderstanding from the curse-suppression process...
"Diana. Snap out of it."
Grip!
Uncle's thick hand clamped down on Diana's ass, splayed frog-like across the bed.
"Hik...♡"
Her adoptive mother arched her back and shuddered at that mere touch.
A dollop of the sticky cum pooled beneath her pussy plopped onto the drenched sheets below.
Seeing it, Eli knew for sure.
'...No misunderstanding after all...'
She hadn't been wrong that day.
Her adoptive mother and Uncle...
When she'd passed out drunk, they'd been entangled in thick, pregnancy-guaranteed breeding sex.
'I... I liked him first...!'
Back then, shock hit like lightning; unfairness and sorrow sent her fleeing without a backward glance.
But now? It was different.
One look at that dense, creamy semen and her adoptive mother's vulgar cries, and Eli's lower belly pulsed, her legs turning to jelly.
The urge to pee swelled, her perfectly ripe half-elf pussy clenching hot and needy.
'Adoptive Mom's bad... Uncle's worse...! You liar...!'
Sticky, wicked feelings bubbled up inside, but she lacked the guts to wedge herself between them.
"...?"
Then, sensing something odd, Balkan glanced around.
Eli froze, breath held in panic. She darted back to the table, burying her head.
–Haeak, hek... Hek...
As the beastly copulation sounds resumed from her adoptive mother's room, Eli's hand slipped under her skirt without thinking.
"Hueut..."
Her prime, not-overripe pussy flared with heat, leaking copulation juices in desperation.
Drip. Drip drip. Squish, squelch♡
"Liar, hueut, ... Uu... Haeak... liar...! Hueu...!"
Eli, robbed of her beloved's cock right before her eyes, spent the night rubbing herself to defeat amid those animalistic sex sounds.
–Hueok, hwoooong♡ Balkan...!
"Baaaad... Uncle, so baaaad...! Betrayer cock... Liar cooock...!"
Downstairs in the same inn, mother and daughter spilled their lewd moans in separate spaces.
Coincidentally, both with the same man in mind.
I woke to blinding sunlight pouring in.
This wasn't morning light. The sun hung high at midday.
My body and mind felt utterly refreshed.
They say sex leaves you sore from muscles you don't normally use, but I tumble through life rough enough that I felt none of it.
'How long since I slept so deeply, so satisfied and cozy?'
I'd blacked out without a second thought.
'Did the holy water bath do the trick?'
Or maybe...
A soft, squishy sensation pressed against my abdomen.
Blissful tits I'd never tire of groping.
Tilting my head down, I saw Diana sprawled atop me, cheek smooshed against my pecs.
I remembered our final shared climax last night, hugging tight until exhaustion claimed us.
My groin itched faintly. There, wedged in Diana's thigh pussy, was my cock—drained of five months' worth of cum, now limp.
Her ass and thigh pussy alike were crusted thick with dried semen.
"Uuung..."
As I gently eased my cock free from her thigh pussy, Diana's lips—still strung with a cum strand—worked faintly, her eyes fluttering open.
"...Uu..."
"Awake? Morning, Diana."
Our eyes met as I greeted her.
Her sleepy haze sharpened into focus.
"...Eh? Ba, Balkan...?"
Her eyes widened huge as realization dawned: we lay naked together.
"Hueut...!"
Blushing furiously, she yanked the blanket to cover me, then sprang away, arms wrapping her chest and ass.
'What's the point.'
No way one arm could hide tits that size.
Her right arm mashed them down, but her fingers fell short of her left nipple—which was already stiffening into view.
Feeling the weight of her pussy-soaked blanket, I asked,
"Why so shy? Last night you showed way more embarrassing stuff."
"...Th, that was... Uu..."
Diana's face burned crimson, memories of her reason-shattering beast sex flooding back.
"Uu... Th, then... and now... are di, different...!"
Her embarrassment peaked; tears welled up.
I quit teasing, chuckling inwardly as I patted the bed beside me.
"You're beat. Let's rest a bit longer together."
"U, ung..."
She hesitated, then nodded, inching closer cautiously.
Feeling the drenched mattress and sheets, her face flushed anew.
"...Gotta switch to a waterproof mattress next time..."
A casual mutter assuming a 'next.'
I stared at her bare face; she caught her slip and blushed deeper.
"I, I mean... n, not like we'll definitely do this again... You get it, right?"
I just smiled silently and seized her tits.
"...Haut!!"
Not the blanket-shy right one she clutched, but the left—baring its cheeky erect nipple.
I pinched her thick, stiff nipple between index and middle finger, tugging gently. Diana's lips pursed into a pre-orgasm bitch face.
"Wanna do more of this?"
She shook her head vigorously, face buried low.
"N, no, haeak... no need... If Ba, Balkan hates it... I, I can hold back...!"
"Hold back? You, with your Lewd Weakened Fall Pattern curse hitting heat weekly and quarterly, who couldn't hack the lust and jumped me twice?"
"Th, that—"
Squeeze!
"Hiiiit...!"
I bore down on her guilty nipple with my thumb; she came in repentant bliss on the spot.
Ssspluuurt!
I rubbed her pussy mound.
Then held my dripping fingers to her face, slick with her filthy juices.
"Look. Barely touched you—just nipples—and you're gushing like this. You can hold back?"
"Th, that's the curse...!"
"Curse, huh?"
"Se, sensitive constitution curse... Ma, makes body sensitivity five times higher...!"
She spilled the reason she'd rolled her eyes back from mere nipple tweaks and pussy rubs.
A curse jacking whole-body sensitivity fivefold.
Always on.
"...How'd you end up with curses like that?"
Diana clamped her mouth shut, saying nothing.
Squeeze!
Confession switch: mashed and yanked her erect nipple.
"...!"
She shuddered violently but bit back her words desperately.
Some heavy secret tied to her curses and blessings, clearly.
No point pushing confession orgasms; she'd never crack. I let go.
'Everyone's got a secret or two they can't share.'
Still, unearthing another curse was a solid win.
'Diana's curses so far: Lewd Weakened Fall Pattern, Pathetic Cock Intrusion Rejection, Sensitive Constitution.'
Level drops triggering periodic heats.
Blocks insertion from weaker men.
Five times sensitivity.
'What a savage lineup.'
She'd been 70s before the 60s Lewd curse dropped her levels. How the hell did a powerhouse like her rack up only these?
[Diana's current blessings and curses: 6]
The three unknowns piqued my curiosity, but no leads yet.
"Haut, huuut..."
Five-times-sensitive Diana heaved deep post-orgasm breaths.
Squish—
I pulled her into a tight hug.
Patted her quivering back through the surprise.
"Wasn't telling you to bottle up your lust or curses. If it's tough, speak up—we solve it together. That's all."
"Ueot..."
"Suppressing solo changes nothing. Better hunt solutions as a team. ...And yeah, I like doing you."
"...!"
She jolted.
She pulled back, staring hard—face shy yet resolute as she spoke.
"...Thank you, Balkan."
This Diana wasn't the cock-panting bitch; she was the ex-top explorer, a mature adult.
"I'll take responsibility for you too. Definitely."
Straightforward eyes vowing to own what she held.
First time since crashing into this world—no, my whole damn life—I'd seen eyes brimming with such ironclad resolve.
A thought struck me.
Folks with true bonds or great moms must live bathed in gazes like this—infinite trust.
"Diana, ma'am..."
A warmth welled from my heart's depths, beyond words.
"Ma, ma'am?! Wh, what're you saying...! Hue, not there...!"
I dove face-first into her cleavage like a mesmerized kid.
Rubbed my cheeks on her tits like a regressed child, melting away Labyrinth fatigue.
'One day like this... rest can't hurt.'
Grinding my face into those bountiful, golden orbs, I sneaked a glance up at her.
"...Curse relief. Again?"
"B, but... Eli's gonna wake soon..."
"Just keep the moans down, Diana."
"That's...!"
She shot me a wronged glare but didn't refuse.
Her lips even twitched up—a hint of excitement, post-yesterday.
I delivered pronto.
We tuned out the world, lost in sticky exploration of each other.
"Haeak, hek..."
Oblivious to the lewd moans drifting from the tavern below.
Squelch—squelch—
Eli stared blankly at the kitchen, hands moving on autopilot, her eyes glazed with newfound resolve.