How to Cook Elf Sisters Donburi (7)
'Ugh... where is this...'
Familiar wallpaper came into view. The only change was the iron bars now added to my field of vision. Like a cage for a feral beast, I was trapped in a narrow barred enclosure.
"Mmph, mmph..."
I tried to speak, but my tongue wouldn't move freely. A ball-shaped gag fixed my jaw painfully wide, filling my mouth completely. Only the sound of air whistling through the holes in the ball escaped, leaving me unable to form words—just helpless muffled grunts.
I writhed and crawled toward the bars, but the chains tightly wound around my ankles yanked me back down.
"Mmph..."
With my hands bound behind me, I face-planted awkwardly onto the hard stone floor.
'Children of the Mother, heed my call... damn it!'
Some kind of ward must have been cast—my summons went unanswered; the spirits didn't respond at all. As the chains clinked and I thudded against the wall, footsteps approached the bars.
'Please, someone... I'm here!'
The room was too dark to see clearly, but the silhouette drawing nearer told me who it was.
"Oh my, you're awake? Estelle?"
Lora, my sister—the one who'd locked me in here. The poor sister who'd been ravaged by a human male in heat...
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph-mmph!"
As she approached, her heeled shoes clicked sharply against the floorboards.
'Sister never wore heels like that...'
She hated shoes with heels, always saying she wanted to stay close to the earth. Seeing her drift further from the sister I remembered filled me with rising fury.
'Leon Sodus... what the hell did you do to her?'
"Oh, Estelle. Calm down~ What did I do wrong to earn that glare?"
As the shadow-shrouded figure drew closer, my despair deepened.
'Ahh... what the hell is she wearing... Sister...'
Sister's outfit was... a sight. She wore only scraps of the Forest Guardian robes—our clan's treasure, reserved for ceremonies at the World Tree. She'd turned the sacred relic into mere underwear, designed to stoke filthy lusts.
'She's lost her mind...'
A few flimsy leaves barely covered Lora's pussy. As she neared, a low buzzing hum emanated from her thigh—actually from inside her, where the magical device was lodged.
She gazed at me pityingly, then rushed over in a fuss.
"Oh dear, Estelle. Your pretty skin is bruised. That must hurt."
She healed the scrape on my left shoulder from when I'd struggled against the ropes, massaging the rope marks while fretting over me. Seeing even a hint of concern, I clung to one last hope for her.
I craned my neck as far as I could, barely sliding the ball gag down below my jaw.
'Yes!'
Pouring every ounce of my remaining strength into it, I shouted.
"Pwah! Sister, snap out of it! That short-lived bastard brainwashed you..."
Slap.
My cheek stung fiercely. What just happened?
"What kind of language is that toward Master?"
Sister had slapped me. Hard.
"Sister, please..."
"Everything about you is destined for Master, you know. At least show some awareness in your attitude. Stop hurting yourself pointlessly..."
"Sister, it's me, Estelle. Your little sister Estelle... please, wake up!"
"Yes, I know. Our cute little cutie. My beloved little sister Estelle."
She stroked my head as she said it. Without that final addition, it would've been exactly what I longed to hear.
"Soon, you'll be Estelle the good sister-slave with me... ♥"
"Ah..."
Every exchange felt like peering into an unfathomable abyss. A slow sinking into a bottomless lake of despair.
"We need to get your body and mind in prime condition to offer to Master, so no more pointless resistance, Estelle."
Lora sister planted a light kiss on my forehead and draped a blanket over me.
"What if it scars..."
Now, she saw me not as her sister, but as an offering. The way she fussed over my shoulder wound was like someone inspecting a flaw on a gift vase—not concern for a sibling.
"Ahh... mmph..."
She easily pinned me down and refitted the gag.
"If you're going to use bad language, you'll keep this on, got it?"
She tightened it harder than before; this time, I truly couldn't remove it.
"Mmph... mmph-mmph..."
Tears streaming, I pleaded with my eyes, but the cold jailer she'd become didn't glance back as she turned away.
"If you need something, ring the bell once. If you feel like submitting to Master, ring it twice~?"
She drew all the curtains as she left, thick fabric blocking every ray of light. This cozy sisterly bedroom from yesterday had become a prison overnight.
Lying sideways in the corner cage, I sobbed and nursed my thirst for revenge.
"I'll never... never forgive them..."
After ordering her to begin Estelle's training, I fucked Amelie.
"Your whore knight is here, my lord... ♥"
Her pupils were dilated with arousal. Barely restraining herself from mounting my cock right then, she wore a pitiful expression, awaiting her 'reward'.
"You can ask."
The moment I permitted it, she yanked down my pants and buried her nose in, inhaling deeply.
"Then... haa... ♥"
Treating my dick like some addictive drug, she latched on greedily, lavishing it with voracious caresses.
"Cock-sama... ♥ Haa... ♥ So good... ♥"
Revering the organ above herself, she savored the joy of oral service.
'No wonder she feels like she's saved a kingdom just from sucking dick.'
Her emotions had been rewired to flow toward me, addicted to the bliss of fulfilling her whore knight duties.
"Serving my lord's cock, my lord's property... it makes me so happy... ♥"
Her plump lips kissed the shaft with reverence. From a knight who pierced all with her sword, she'd instantly become a whore knight rhythmically stimulating a meat spear with expert skill.
'Impressive.'
As I enjoyed her service, Lora returned from her task.
"Master! I've locked Estelle away as you commanded... ♥"
The brainwashing was perfect. It was something the old Lora would've died before doing—and that's why the new her did it so eagerly. Caging her own sister? No hesitation whatsoever.
"Good girl, Lora. Here's your reward."
I sat her beside Amelie, who was servicing me between my legs.
"Haa... ♥ Master's cock is truly magnificent... ♥"
She closed her eyes, savoring the scent.
"Itadakimasu... ♥"
Glancing at the stoic model [whore knight], Lora diligently learned fellatio. Amelie slowly guided her, brimming with teaching zeal.
"Visual stimulation is key in service, so think about how it looks to Master while you serve."
Pressed to either side of my cock, they flicked their tongues, cleaning the shaft. Her ears twitched and flapped each time she sniffed my scent—a perfect visual spice on their own.
With eyes half-closed in focus, her long lashes stood out enticingly.
"Gesturing like a cat in heat works wonders too."
"L-like this?"
Their devoted service, with cute pawing motions—fists lightly clenched, wrists flicked—was pure filth, making my cock twitch involuntarily.
"Wow, it really works. *Smack* You're amazing, senpai."
"...No big deal."
Even as she downplayed it, pride gleamed in Amelie's eyes. A beautiful camaraderie among considerate slaves.
Soft, warm cheeks molded to the bulging veins of my cock. Their flawless skin contrasted sharply with my grotesquely optimized fuckmeat.
Teardrop breasts squished together, creating lewd scenes with every motion. The conquest of these perfect bodies serving only me, plus the taboo thrill of defiling artful beauties—it built my climax swiftly.
Amelie was an excellent whore knight. Prioritizing her junior's education over her own urges, she lectured on 'climax service' despite craving my cum.
Just before I erupted, she gripped my cock and shoved the head into Lora's mouth.
"Don't consciously swallow—it makes it harder. Just relax your throat like it's open."
"Mmph... ♥ Hmph... ♥"
The perverted elf, deeming my semen the ultimate delicacy, shuddered in ecstasy as she gulped it down.
"I get it's blissful, but don't stop servicing, Lora."
Pointing out her pause in joy, Amelie shook the shaft to milk more out.
"Nyeeh... *Smack*"
Lora's mouth-pussy stimulated the glans with long 8-figure tongue swirls, squeezing out the remnants via Amelie's hand motions.
"Bueh... ♥ All swallowed... ♥"
Beaming, she proudly showed her clean mouth, smacking her lips. Amelie eyed her enviously.
"Hm, it can be tough at first, but you did remarkably well..."
I rewarded Amelie, who'd yielded the chance despite her envy.
"Ha-ut... ♥ My lord... ♥"
"Master... ♥"
I laid them side by side on the bed. Pink and deep green formed a stunning complementary contrast.
Alternating between the lewd elf and knight bodies, I filled both wombs to the brim with my seed.
"Hngh... ♥ This... ♥ Feels so good... ♥"
"Haa... ♥ This is dangerous... ♥ Too good... ♥"
After granting my slaves their ultimate reward, I asked Lora if Estelle's training was ready.
Grinning, she outlined her plan.
'Ho...'
Her training focused intensely on their sisterly bond—intriguing.
"...But why do I have to brainwash Estelle myself? N-not defiance, just curious!"
Her tone puzzled, she asked.
"Why, you say..."
I gave the answer I'd prepared.
"I mean, if Master did it directly, it'd be quick, and we sisters could serve you sooner..."
"Because it's hornier that way."
"Pardon?"
"It's what the old you would've hated most, right? You personally breaking Estelle... I wanna see her crumble by her trusted sister's hand."
"Ah, because the old me would hate it... Yeah, training Estelle myself... somehow feels amazing... hehe... ♥"
Gaining pleasure proportional to defiling her old self's morals, she flashed a sadistic smile.
"Can't wait for the day ruined Estelle and I serve Master together all buddy-buddy... hehe."
Imagining her sister's pathetic enslavement and joint service, Lora smiled.