Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Former Sword Saint and Elf Slave (5)
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No matter how transcendent a being beyond human limits, their body is never truly perfect.
It can produce absurdly powerful output, is incredibly sturdy, and only approaches perfection.
"Urgh... Uwaaaaa..."
At twenty years old, Yuri had only ever gotten drunk once—when he'd first tried alcohol. Now, he was experiencing hell.
Was it truly the dragon-hunting liquor? Or was Cecilia's potion unexpectedly potent?
Yuri was completely wasted, to the point where he could barely control his own body.
'...Master's this loosened up. It's the first time...'
Cecilia swallowed hard as she gazed at Yuri, who had lost his balance and was leaning on her shoulder.
He always seemed relaxed, yet never had a single opening.
From their first meeting until now, he'd been the steadfast pillar she could rely on.
But right now, that man was utterly drunk and depending on her.
What was this? A whirlwind of emotions she couldn't quite put into words surged within her.
An overwhelming possessiveness toward Yuri, mingled with the thrill of seeing his guard down—countless feelings intertwined into something indescribable.
Cecilia found her lips curling up unwittingly, unable to stifle a sly giggle.
"...Master?"
"Urrgh, Ce...cil?"
"Yes. Master, lean on me more."
She pulled Yuri's slurred voice closer, drawing his neck against her ample chest.
Soon, Yuri's face sank softly into Cecilia's voluptuous breasts, his nose and brain steeped in a sweet, intoxicating scent.
"Ngh...!"
Yuri's breath burrowed straight into her cleavage.
The soft tickle against her skin drew an involuntary moan from Cecilia.
"A little... more."
She hugged his face tighter.
If before it had been a firm embrace, now it was enough to make breathing difficult.
Yuri began breathing faster and harder to catch air, and with each breath, his brain marinated deeper in Cecilia's sweet aroma.
It wasn't perfume or soap.
It was something more primal.
The unique scent of her body—and Cecilia's was distinctly sweeter than most.
That alone might have been fine, but Yuri was a transcendent being.
All his senses, including smell, were heightened beyond human perception.
Thus, Cecilia's unique sweetness was all the more lethal to him.
Not a vital threat, of course—but physiologically speaking.
"...Ah."
As she squeezed Yuri in pursuit of pleasure, she suddenly felt something hard and heavy pressing against her thigh.
Something like a long, thick iron rod, heated red-hot.
Cecilia's heartbeat accelerated to absurd speeds. She gulped and craned her neck downward.
'Master's... thing.'
Cecilia beheld it.
Something bulging taut against his pants, as if ready to burst free.
Something that made even a virgin like her swallow hard.
"...You look uncomfortable."
She murmured to the unconscious Yuri, slowly sliding her hand toward his pants.
Grasping the waistband, she began easing it down.
'This... this is just because Master looks uncomfortable.'
Of course, that wasn't the honest reason—but as a virgin, she felt embarrassed to admit it.
In that moment, as she pulled his pants down—
*Thwack.*
"Ack...!"
Something of overwhelming mass struck her hand hard.
What reflected in her eyes was a single manhood.
No—Cecilia thought calling it an ordinary cock would be an insult.
It was like the hilt of a greatsword.
Not just as thick as her forearm, but nearly as long.
And as she'd felt earlier, its weight looked immense, radiating heat that scorched even without touch.
It was a true weapon.
A murderous tool... designed to bring women to ecstatic ruin.
Even as a virgin, Cecilia could sense Yuri's cock was utterly abnormal.
And that if it went inside her, even without any potion, she'd lose all reason.
*Gulp.*
She felt heat slowly building below her waist.
Even as a virgin, instinct told her: faced with such a superior male, her body as a female needed to prepare.
"...Your cock looks uncomfortable too. Let me take care of it."
"........."
At least pretending to ask permission.
Her first time uttering "cock" so crudely—but naturally, no response came.
"...It's okay if I handle it, right?"
"........."
"...You said yes? Hehe. So I can eat up Master?"
"........."
Silence. Yuri was unconscious, so of course, no reply.
Cecilia knew that, but had no intention of letting it stop her.
"Silence means consent...!"
Intelligent as she was, she knew this behavior was somehow off—but as a female fully lost to instinct, her eyes heart-shaped and reason gone, normal thinking was impossible.
She crawled under the seated Yuri, slowly rising to her knees.
Right before her eyes loomed that superhuman monstrosity.
She'd thought it enormous before, but up close, its majesty hit her anew.
Veins bulging here and there, subtle ridges rising along its length.
And the glans, shaped perfectly to feel incredible inside.
Fallen female that she was, Cecilia could only drool.
'...At first, they said to lick it with the mouth.'
She recalled the sexual service training from her enslavement.
As a high-grade slave, she hadn't practiced hands-on, but theory? She knew it cold.
*Mmmph!*
Opening her mouth wide, she slid Yuri's massive cock between her teeth, slowly into her mouth.
She vividly felt her oral cavity filling with the long, thick meat rod.
'...Like a freaking huge sausage.'
Like eating a sausage, she took the cock in—but at about two-thirds, her eyes widened.
'The training said swallow to the root... but this...!!'
Even using her whole mouth, a third remained.
Panicked, but current Cecilia could overcome such obstacles.
She was an excellent female right now, after all.
"Grk...!!"
Forcing it deeper inch by inch, it began sliding down her throat.
No one had taught her, yet she'd intuitively mastered irrumatio.
It took about three minutes to swallow to the hilt.
Now somewhat accustomed, she could finally proceed.
'...Now, suck.'
Insertion was just a step.
The real purpose was sucking the cock with her mouth.
Cecilia knew this well, so she began bobbing her head, tongue working to suck.
*Churp!! Slurp! Mmmph!! Ngh!!*
With something rivaling a horse's member in her mouth, each motion brought agony and pleasure heating her body.
Before she knew it, her fingers were rubbing her breasts and pussy.
Hard to believe she was still a virgin—such debauchery.
Cecilia, who despised sluttiness, was now a debauched, superior bitch in heat.
"Mmph!! Mmm!!!"
Her head's back-and-forth sped up.
Meant to please Yuri, it had become purely for her own satisfaction.
The choking pain, throat ache, pressure.
Yet the thrill of dominating her master, the excitement of her first sexual act.
These drove her into total immersion.
Just as her pace hit its limit—
The unconscious Yuri's body began trembling faintly, his face twisting.
A change obvious enough for sober Cecilia to notice instantly.
But lost as she was, she only accelerated.
*Splurt!! Slurp! Slurp!!!*
"Nghh! Nmmph!!!!"
At peak intensity—
Instinct remaining even unconscious, Yuri gripped Cecilia's head and yanked it down hard.
"Mmmph!! Mmm!!!!!!"
His body shuddered violently.
*Spurt!! Spluuurt!*
A scorching heat she'd never felt erupted in her throat.
Like gulping scalding hot tea in one go.
And a sticky sensation filling her mouth.
Cecilia spat out the cock and gasped for air.
"Kehack... Urgh."
Nearly suffocated, she finally regained her senses.
'Huh...?'
As realization hit and she scrambled to compose herself—
Yuri's cock was still standing rigid.
"........."
*Gulp.*
Only the sound of Cecilia swallowing filled the air.