Elf Remedies and the Strongest Hunter's Tears
"Good night, Employer."
"Come here." She beckoned with a slender flick of her fingers. I approached obediently.
"Closer."
"..." I hesitated, standing awkwardly in front of Lena.
Snap. She flicked her fingers.
"...?!" Something invisible pressed down hard on my shoulders. Thud. Suddenly, I dropped to my knees at her feet.
"...?" Something's off here, right? She'd said she wanted to check if my fever had gone down. Wasn't the normal way to grab a thermometer or touch my forehead?
"Um, Lena? Why make me kneel all of a sudden...?"
"To check your temperature, duh?"
"Where's the thermometer?"
"How can I trust some thermometer?" Lena grabbed my head with both hands. She slowly spread her legs.
Her lower mouth. Delicate pink mucosa. Smack. Slurp... She licked her lips, letting a thin trail of saliva drip toward me.
"Elves have our own diagnostic method, you see." The hands gripping my head tightened. My face lurched forward—right between her spread thighs.
Squelch—!
"Mmph—!" My forehead slammed into her pussy. Scorching heat. Sticky texture. A sweet-and-sour scent stabbed at my nose.
"Elves originally check temperatures with mucous membranes. It's the most accurate!" A blatant lie. Quack medicine that tossed common sense out the window. But I had no strength to resist.
"Let me seeee~" Lena twisted her hips, pressing down on the back of my head. The hot mucosa rubbed slickly against my forehead. Friction. Love juices welled up from the slit. Squelch... The tender flesh licked at my skin like it was spasming. Sticky fluid smeared across my face.
"Mmmph, mmph!"
"Hold still. Seems like your fever's still there?" Blood rushed to my lower body. The fever I'd barely shaken was flaring up again.
Endure it...! I gritted my teeth and held on. Collapsing before a feast like this would be humiliating enough—but crumbling again here? I'd cease to be a man.
Squelch. Under the guise of examination, she ground against me for ages. Finally, she yanked my head back by the hair.
"Pha—!" I gasped raggedly. My face burned beet red, glistening with cloudy, sticky mucus. My head spun.
"L-Lena! This is just gonna make my fever worse...!"
"That's why I prepared medicine." No reasoning with her. She cupped my cheeks and pulled me in. Smack. She kissed my forehead. Her plump lips trailed down my cheek. Smack. Smooch. Kisses continued to my nape. Ticklish. Electric.
Our breaths tangled wetly.
"You know? Elf bodily fluids are mixed with mana..." Sultry whisper, lips brushing my ear. "So they act like medicine."
Ridiculous excuse. No time to argue. Whoosh. A translucent fox tail sprouted from above her ass. The fluffy tail wrapped around my waist and yanked me in. My body collapsed into her embrace.
"Medicine's gotta be taken by mouth, right?" Her wine-red eyes curved seductively. Soft lips descended again. Sweet breath. Cozy pressure. Aah.
Why does this feel so damn good...? This captive life was growing on me more by the day.
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How much time passed? Our lips parted. A transparent thread stretched between them before snapping.
"Haa... haa..." Our breaths mingled indistinguishably—hot, hers or mine, who knew? The ceiling spun.
"Thanks for the meal~" Lena licked her lips with her tongue tip. A languid smile. She flopped back bonelessly.
Thud.
The world's strongest high elf sprawled across the living room sofa. Her pale naked body slick with sweat and fluids.
You're gonna catch a cold like that. I wanted to say it, but my mouth wouldn't move.
"..." I was exhausted too. I sank deep into the sofa backrest and picked up my smartphone, fleeing my awkward gaze to the screen.
Rustle. Then, Lena—sprawled on the sofa—slithered over. She plopped her head on my thigh. A lap pillow.
"Haaah..." A contented hum. Squelch. Slurp. Wet, lewd sounds.
I glanced down. One of her hands busily worked between her legs.
"...!" Masturbating right there, unable to hold back? On someone else's lap, no less—how slutty could she get? This woman.
Come to think of it... Elves had long lifespans, right? After all those celibate years, had some weird fetish formed?
As stray thoughts flitted by—
"You just thought something weird, didn't you?" Lena squinted up at me.
"N-No." I played dumb quick.
"Really? Fine then." She snorted playfully. Suddenly, she whipped her head around. Sniff. She buried her nose in my lower belly—right over the bulge straining my pants.
"Sniff... sniiiiff. Sluuurp..." Her nostrils twitched nonstop.
"Whoa, you're packing huge, huh?" Innocent tone.
"Hey, Lena? This is straight-up power harassment, you know."
"Pfft, your scent's turning me on—that's your fault." Shameless. Meanwhile, her fingers never stopped stirring her pussy. Fluids thickened with viscosity. Squelch. Drip.
"Heehee." Lena giggled softly, like a brilliant idea had struck. Her pointed ears perked up.
Soon, her slick, dripping hand rose. Slide. Wet fingers teased my lips. Slippery fluid wet my mouth. Sweet-and-sour. Her female musk.
"Ngh..." She pressed a finger to my lips, coaxing them. Entranced, they parted. The finger slipped inside. Salty-sweet mucus coated my tongue.
"How's it taste?" Her wine-red eyes curved slyly.
"Wha...?" I mumbled around the finger.
"Do you like my scent? Tasty?"
"I mean..."
"Huh? Answer properly. Does my scent make you hard?"
What was this? A game? A test?
Ha... you idiot! I cursed myself. No matter how little experience with women, brain freeze here?
My choice: "..." Clamp my mouth shut around the finger and look away silently.
"Tch. No fun." Lena pulled her finger out with a pout.
I rubbed the screen desperately, distracting myself. Scroll. Scroll. Tapped a random video. A female streamer I watched occasionally.
[Hello everyone~! Streaming again today!]
Bright, cheerful voice. Twitch. Lena's body jolted. The air froze cold.
Oh shit...!
What had Lena said? Right. [Don't look at other women. I'll cut off your internet.] Stern warning. Chills ran down my spine.
I fumbled to home screen—but glitch—! The screen warped grotesquely.
"Kyaahahaha!!!" Something burst from the screen. A shrill roar. Translucent ghost. Shaped exactly like Lena's face—but different. Eyes all whites. Mouth torn to her ears. An illusion spell dressed as a ghost.
"Gyaack!" I screamed limply, tumbling under the sofa. Crash! Pathetic, rolling on the floor. God, even I thought I looked pathetic.
"Ahahaha!" Lena rolled clutching her belly, tears streaming as she howled with laughter.
I clutched my pounding heart. Thought I was dying of a real heart attack.
After her hearty laugh— she peeked under the sofa. Met my eyes. Playfulness gone. Instead, a languid, seductive gaze.
"Seojun." Whisper. Voice tickling my ear. "Next time I give you a chance, say it right?"
Warning. Temptation. I nodded blankly.
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The clock passed midnight. The hectic day ended. Fatigue hit.
"Um, Lena. Think it's time to sleep."
I steadied my voice. "Where do I sleep? Spare room okay?"
Instantly, her wine-red eyes chilled.
"Forgot the contract?" Icy tone. She rose. "Mental care means managing my sleep quality."
"Pardon? But sleep's separate..."
Grab. My nape caught. Drag—
"Wh-Wha?!" Dragged like luggage.
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We arrived. That bedroom where I'd first woken. Vast king-size bed.
Hop! Lena leaped up lightly. Still stark naked. Whoosh—! One kick sent thick covers flying.
Lena beckoned. "Come here." Flick flick. Command.
"..." Breath-stealing sight. Dazzling nude splayed on the mattress. Arms and legs spread wide, defenseless.
"I said come." I shuffled to the bed's edge, sat gingerly. Rustle.
"...?!" Her legs wrapped my waist. Vision flipped. I sprawled starfished on the bed. She'd rolled us wrestling-style.
Lena straddled me. Bouncy, ample breasts. Firm thighs pinning my hips.
"Lena..." My body stiffened ramrod straight. Like a fainting goat.
"Tch." Lena frowned, thumping my chest with her fist. "Seojun. It hurts."
"Why...?"
"Why wear clothes? Scrapes my skin."
"It's pajamas—soft though."
"Take 'em off."
"Pardon?"
"If it hurts and I can't sleep, you're responsible. Hurry."
What a spoiled brat. This monster-slayer.
As I hesitated— "So damn frustrating. Tch!" Irritated voice. Slender hand seized my collar. Riiip—!
"Gyaack!" Dazed scream. Pajamas tore like paper. Panties shredded too.
"Not a girl—why's a guy so shy!" Lena giggled at my state.
"You ripped my clothes outta nowhere—who wouldn't panic?! Common sense!"
"Ahh, feels good. Should've stripped sooner." Protests useless. Pleased Lena nuzzled her cheek against my bare chest. Skin on skin. Body heat mingling. Sweet scent hit my nose. Heart pounded wildly. Her heartbeat layered over mine.
Thump. Thud. Thump. Thump. Thud. Playful air settled. Tingling intimacy.
Thump. Thud. Thump. Thud. Hearts synced slowly.
Slide. Chin on my chest, she looked up. Eyes stripped of mischief. Deadly serious.
"Seojun." Voice quavered faintly.
"Yes."
"You know? I actually had severe insomnia. Nights without sleep for days."
Unexpected confession. Her fingertips traced my chest cautiously.
"Whenever I closed my eyes, it all came back." Blood stench. Horrific screams. Flesh tearing, bones shattering.
"Thought I'd get numb eventually. But no. Snapped to—my insides rotting away."
Lena's shoulders hunched slightly.
"But your coffee scent washed away the blood smell. Seeing your face silenced the screams."
Skin to skin. Sad truth seeped through.
"You always listened quietly to my whining. Baked tasty cookies. Late at night."
"..."
"That's why I went every day. Eventually, couldn't sleep without seeing you."
World's strongest. Glittering facade hid crushing solitude over ages.
"Hit my limit. Duty, whatever—thought I'd go mad or die. So I announced retirement."
Face buried, words spilled.
"But everyone freaked. 'No way.' Telling me to keep fighting. What do they know? I'm dying right now."
Why buy a whole abandoned dungeon. To hide. From gazes. Voices. Where they couldn't reach.
"Planned to ditch it all and run. But stupid me—can't survive a day without you now? So... I kidnapped you."
Stifled sobs, gasping breaths.
"Sorry. So sorry, Seojun. I was terrified."
"Terrified of what?"
"When I shoved that contract at you. Remember?"
Of course.
"You don't know how scared I was inside. Afraid you'd refuse. Run away."
Her shoulders trembled violently. Reviving that terror.
"Seojun. You didn't sign that contract just to go along, right? Not faking it?" Desperate questions poured. Like a cornered child.
"Won't change your mind later? Not secretly terrified? Not resenting or hating me inside?"
"Lena."
"Still scares me to death! Still can't breathe! Afraid you hate me... I'd really die then...!"
Plop. Pent-up tears burst.
World's strongest. Glorious title's truth: a pitiful loner. Scarred, craving affection.
"...Lena." My chest ached. Slowly, arms extended. Hugged her trembling back tight.
"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
Gently stroked her soft silver hair.
"Conditions this good—who'd leave? Great pay, you eat my food happily. I love this life too."
"Hwaaaang—!" Dam broken. She sobbed into my nape. Suppressed loneliness, pain—all heaved out in wails.
"It's okay... everything's okay..." Shared body heat. Rubbed her back. As warmly, tenderly as possible. So my comfort reached her.
How much time passed? Tension melted like snow. Hands clutching me loosened.
Shhh. Shhh. Lena fell into deep sleep. Cheek smooshed on my chest, tear-streaked.
Washing away chronic insomnia. I brushed her silver hair, smiling faintly.
"Good night, Employer."
Another reason to earn that fat paycheck.