How to Cook Elf Sisters Donburi (4)
"The empire's elf slave hunts were tolerated under the emperor's tacit approval."
She began explaining the history of [Elf Slavery] with her body, her clear voice perfectly suiting her intelligent looks. Her beautiful naked form, bare from the neck down, jiggled with every movement.
"Beautiful, ageless slaves were the object of intense envy. Even with harsh punishments in place, hunters chasing quick riches relentlessly targeted elves."
"That's awful."
"Right? How could one intelligent being enslave another... Here, try connecting the collar."
With a click, the metal clasp locked firmly onto the leather collar around her neck.
"Hmmm, it's so tight and suffocating."
The leather hugged her neck, contrasting sharply with her pale skin.
"Is it?"
"Yes, it's hard to breathe, and it feels miserable. Can you see?"
She tugged lightly at the collar as she spoke.
"Even just this slight pull tightens my throat and chokes me. Can you understand how wrong it is to put this on another intelligent being?"
As if to show me her suffering, she handed me the leash.
It was simplistic education, like a children's cartoon showing a pained kid to teach that hitting friends is wrong. Her [history lesson] used her body to demonstrate the misery of elf slave life, aiming to evoke sympathy and impart a moral.
"I still don't quite get it."
I tugged the leash playfully.
"Khek, young master. You're surprisingly lacking in empathy. Looks like we'll have to go back to the earlier method."
Lora coughed, puffing out her cheeks at me. She was suggesting we resume the lesson from before Estelle arrived.
"Fine by me. On all fours, Lora."
"Yes...♥"
She got on the bed, thrusting her ass out.
"Being treated like an object, forced to obey commands... Do you understand how agonizing that life is?"
The previous method let me witness a slave's misfortune firsthand, stirring pity. She had no idea it only aroused me.
Convinced that seeing a groaning elf under the slave system would enlighten me, she eagerly took on the role of the [suffering elf].
I slipped a condom-covered cock into the slit of the lecturing elf. The trained tightness of her body felt incredible. I slowly explored her winding depths, listening intently to her words.
Prone with her ass swaying, Lora described the plight of the wretched elf slaves she'd rescued.
"Hngh, many elves are forced into unwanted sex with humans."
"Is that serious?"
"Yes, very. It's basically like the young master doing his 'stamping game' without consent or proper tools."
Her definition of [sex] was badly distorted—a result of being forcibly dumbed down and fed twisted notions.
"Awful."
I chimed in vaguely, thrusting deep into her pussy. Her plump labia cushioned my pubic bone softly with every slam.
"Yes, *schlup* truly... If, *hngh* without this rubber, I did *pop* this with you, young master, it would become sex."
Gritting her teeth against the pleasure, she struggled to convey the info.
"Isn't this sex right now?"
"...What *squish* nonsense is that? *schlop* It's just a normal human greeting *thrust* where pussies express welcome, right?"
She furrowed her brow like I'd told a lame joke.
"From the start, *schlup* our genitals aren't even touching, hehe...♥ How could this be sex? *hngh*"
She wagged her hips diligently, scolding me.
"Don't make those jokes anymore; you won't get a good reaction."
She sighed, continuing her lecture on the evils of slavery.
"Imagine it: an elf living in purity in the forest her whole life, suddenly raped like this against her will."
"Totally unlike us now, they're forced into disgusting acts with genitals touching."
"Our play is so fun, so if you think backwards, can you imagine how agonizing their acts must be?"
All this preaching came with her pussy gently wrapping my cock. Her crisp pronunciation grew slurred with each thrust. The mushier her speech, the better I knew I was hitting her spots.
"A little."
I finished inside the condom, drowning her nonsense.
"Hngh...♥ You must've been really glad to see me today."
Having learned that pounding her womb with a rubber on was human greeting culture, she saw cum volume as greeting intensity.
"To commemorate today's meeting, I'll keep this."
Lora pulled out the bloated, cum-filled condom from inside her.
"Unlike us, who can safely dispose of semen, elf slaves end up carrying it in their bodies."
How horrific... She tied the used condom to her panties, continuing.
Unaware it was lewd jewelry, she proudly showed off her new accessory.
"I like the color you gave me last time, but red is gorgeous too—like a single long petal?"
My thick cum sloshed in the translucent red condom with her hip sways. Thanks to her warped mindset and skimpy sex knowledge, she offered unique impressions.
"Anyway, back to the story. Unlucky elves regularly receiving human semen suffer greatly."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Constantly taking human cum changes their heat cycle to match humans'."
"We naturally have rare, long cycles, but they're forcibly synced to human males'. How horrific!"
"Doesn't it go back?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
I wasn't sure about horrific, but knowing frequent creampies could alter her cycle thrilled me. I stroked her head.
"I wanna see it once. What happens if I cum inside."
"Huh? No, that's...!"
All our sexual contact so far presupposed no creampies. She firmly refused my direct challenge.
Her face darkened instantly, showing panic and contempt like I'd said something unforgivable.
No way.
For fun play, I twisted her emotions—forcing the exact opposite of what her original self should feel. Suspicion turned to welcome, contempt to respect.
Confused by the inexplicable shift, she couldn't voice refusal.
I yanked her collar. The cold chain tautened, pulling her to me.
"Can't you just do it? You're a slave right now, Lora."
"Ngh...? No...."
She should feel humiliation and shame in this wretched slave life, but felt the opposite: comfort, excitement, satisfaction.
"A good elf slave would."
"I'm not a good elf slave; I'm just role-playing...♥"
I placed my bare cock in her hand. Her wrist jerked away like it burned; I grabbed it, forcing her to stroke.
"Ahh... No, don't..."
I guided her hand, rubbing the glans against her labia.
"I don't like it... This is, kinda...♥"
Her words said no, but her folds twitched on contact. The soft, inner-cheek-like bounce sent pleasant tingles through my flushed tip.
Even as I ditched the condom without permission to tease her slit, she felt [tolerance] and [respect] instead of disgust or contempt.
Ahh, this is really bad... Young Master Leon is so selfish...♥
With her half-fallen already, I kept persuading.
"Just one irresponsible creampie, then you can properly regret it. Seeing you suffer might make me reflect too?"
I pinched her nipple hard, demanding aggressively. It was obvious bullshit—lewd desire plain as day—but she loved it more for that.
Emotions running backward made her accept what original her would've rejected outright.
Her broken feelings drove her to do the unthinkable.
"...I'm not confident, young master."
She hesitated, refusing softly once more.
"In what?"
"When your thing goes in, I'm not sure I can suffer..."
Her final barrier was absurdly concern for me.
"My body's off today; even role-playing a miserable slave feels good, and my head's fuzzy..."
"In this state, you might think we elves enjoy becoming slaves!"
All my doing, yet she fretted over corrupting my morals.
"That's your reason?"
I chuckled, reassuring her.
"Don't worry; I'll make sure you suffer plenty."
"Guh... hngh...♥"
I yanked the collar, throwing her onto the bed.
"Just one shot, once..."
I slid raw into her sopping hole.
So she could suffer enough.
"You regain your original memories and common sense only when the cock enters."
"Huh? Original common sense, what do you mean... hngghk...♥"