Ep.11 - Anxiety
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"Fuck this!"
The thief's furious rage suddenly shattered the dragon-quiet forest. The anger boiling up from inside her was something she simply could not hold back.
"Seriously... traveling with dumbass shitheads like you is beyond absurd. Huh? Do you fill your goddamn skulls with pussy juice instead of brains? I swear, every last one of you fucking...!"
However, the other women who were the targets of her rage didn't exactly lack excuses. The witch seized the opening to vigorously defend herself while tearing down the thief.
"Then what about you, goddammit!? What gave you the right to spew that kind of profanity! I've listened to enough of your crap, I swear!"
"Now you're really coming at me with that victim-blaming bullshit? This crazy bitch acts like she never does anything wrong! You've been rotting away in some backwater village doing nothing but spreading your legs, so you've aged with no hope left. It's just the same political bullshit every time. You piece-of-god-shit cunt."
The thief who wouldn't easily back down, and the witch who was thoroughly pissed off by the low-class cursing the thief spat, started glaring each other down. The one who squeezed between them was a wolf with her tail stiffly raised.
"Everyone, stop it! What are you doing in the middle of an unprecedented emergency! At times like this, you should listen to the captain and stay calm...!"
But the angry women paid no heed to the wolf's words. No matter how loudly she raised her voice, nothing changed.
As the situation dragged on, the knight inevitably stepped forward to mediate.
The young apprentice witch who held tightly onto her hand wouldn't let go, hoping her older sister wouldn't get involved in such a fight, but,
"Everyone, stop, stop! Fighting like this won't change anything. I'm telling you, fight in moderation!"
Nevertheless, the knight strode forward and threw herself into the women's brawl. Now all four—the thief, the knight, the witch, and the wolf—raised their voices and fought each other.
The fight showed no sign of dying down. Their fierce argument seemed like it wouldn't end until the missing man returned.
"E-everyone, if you could please stop..."
Watching them, the small witch carefully opened her mouth. Of course, not a single person paid her any attention.
She was a young lady who wouldn't normally be ignored anywhere, but surrounded by such towering figures, she only felt smaller and smaller.
"I just wish they'd stop fighting and start the search..."
The little witch said in a quiet, creeping voice. But she too lacked any godly confidence.
The elves' forest was filled with thick mana waves flowing from the World Tree. As such, reading anything with mana wasn't easy. Only elves who lived their whole lives in the forest could do that.
"There, there..."
The saintess approached the small witch who was just sucking her thumb and worrying. She wasn't a woman who fit the image of a saint, but she was the scarlet-haired woman who played the role of the saint in the party.
She took a thick cigar from her waist and claimed a spot beside the small witch. The small witch's wavering, anxious gaze turned toward the saintess, but she only gave a mysterious smile without any other words.
"May I smoke?"
She asked only one thing: whether it was okay to light the cigar in her own goddamn hand...
"Y-yes, go ahead. More importantly, with everyone fighting like that, shouldn't we at least..."
The now-impatient small witch voiced her own goddamn opinion to the saintess. It seemed that little woman was also secretly fretting about the man, god help her.
However, the saintess replied shortly.
"One must not wish for the impossible, Lady Eva."
Her cigar caught fire. The tip blackened and burned, and with every exchange of breath, it gradually blazed fiercely.
"Hoo... Sometimes one needs patience, so let's not worry too much and just wait dragon-quietly, shall we?"
The first puff was carefully exhaled, carrying Helen's words. Her words rippled with something both venomous and fervent.
"N-no! But that doesn't mean we should just sit back and wait...?"
Eva tried to grab Helen, but Helen's cigar was already well-lit, smoke curling up.
"Then would you like to try one yourself?"
Helen nibbled the cigar and stared straight at Eva. Her hand started moving back to her waist...
"...Forget it."
With Eva's sulky response, the conversation ended. Eva couldn't understand Helen.
From Helen's figure as she sat watching Delin dragon-quietly, there was clearly a sense of affectionate yet bittersweet emotion toward him,
but she couldn't understand Helen, sitting there calmly smoking her cigar as if nothing had happened.
Didn't she worry that Delin might be going through hell?
"Uuuugh..."
I held on with the thought that they'd come rescue me, but...
This was...
No matter how much I endured, there was no sign of it ending.
'By now it should've been over...'
The elves tormented me with incredible persistence. Their touches, their caresses, never seemed to end.
And by now I realized the true meaning behind their devoted caresses.
I hadn't been able to figure out why they kept stimulating near my butt, but now I saw they were licking and sucking around my prostate. Licking my lower back, pressing their pretty white faces close from behind—it all had that meaning...
"Heuugh, heuugh...! Hhhuuuck!"
Also, really strangely, goddammit,
even in this long, persistent torment that seemed to be testing the limits of my godforsaken body, the semen wouldn't stop.
I didn't know why, but at a point when normally I'd have been milked dry and my cock just twitched uselessly, the semen kept squirting out.
The conclusion I reached was that the elves' milk had some strange effect.
"Good boy, good boy. You came well. There, since you did well, let's lie down again, shall we?"
"Hnggh... Hik!"
They diligently attended to me as if performing a sacred ritual. They'd make me come once, then flip me over, vigorously feed me their milk while milking me again...
"Hik! Heuk!"
"Good boy, good... now, slowly..."
Now they even put their own mouths to work. They tucked their brilliant golden hair behind their ears and then took my cock fully into their mouths.
Once they had it in their mouths, they'd start sucking on the pee hole, stimulating it, and there was no way a cock that had already come several times could withstand that.
Their sucking styles were all different, too. One would deep-throat it and suck, another would work it from the outside...
"Hhuuugh! Aheeb..."
As if tenderly kissing their beloved, they'd smack their lips on my cock, and with their tongues they'd lick and suck from the base of my shaft all the way up to behind the glans, stimulating me. Like massaging to coax the milk out properly...
"Hiip! Hiiip...!"
"How cute, huhuhu..."
The caresses had far surpassed mere sensitivity and reached the level of torture, making my head spin. Yet the elves kept stroking me as if praising me, diligently feeding me milk, showering me with kisses...
'Come on, finish me already...'
Compared to the rapes I'd suffered so far, this was infinitely kinder, but still, since it kept going this long, it was hell. Truly hell. Honestly...
"Kkeuheup... Keuk..."
"I think that's enough now."
"Ahh, our baby. You worked hard. There, come into Mommy's arms."
"Erisha, that's too much. I want to hug him too."
Was it thanks to my desperate prayers?
The elves finally finished all the torment and embraced me. I didn't care about their exquisitely soft bodies; the thought that it was finally over brought tears of joy to my eyes...
"Now, let's go get washed. You have to wash up and sleep soundly to grow big and strong."
"Since he doesn't seem to have adjusted yet, how about we all gather and sleep together? Human babies are timid, and I hear they get lonely if they sleep alone..."
I had no idea what the hell they were talking about, but anyway, they treated me like a child and made plans among themselves.
I had no strength to resist anyway, and resisting didn't seem like it would change anything,
so I just prayed to God. Please help me avoid any more fucking awful things...
'I think I understand why people believe in God...'
When you're this helpless and can't do anything, even God's help becomes desperately needed.
The elves carefully lifted me and headed toward some large building. I could sense what it was the moment I saw it.
A place where everyone was naked and steamy, muggy vapor leaking out...
'Do elves use communal baths...?'
It seemed like all the elves in the village were gathered there. Dozens, no, hundreds...?
"Oh my, what an adorable baby!"
"He looks like a child we must care for diligently. So small and delicate..."
Each and every one of them was a model-like woman, but as they looked me up and down and chattered strange things, I felt fear.
As soon as my mouth was freed, I could just Load and run, but they wouldn't loosen the gag...
"Was he a good boy?"
"Yes. He's a really good boy. So cute and well-behaved..."
...But suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
They'd grabbed a man out of nowhere, called him a baby, fed him milk, squeezed his semen,
and with that, they tied up his whole body with what looked like professional tools...
'These bastards... it doesn't seem like this is their first or second time doing this...'