Elves Are Bitches Too
"They're retreating."
Harpun Naiman Erdenul, an elven warrior, gazed at the demon army pulling back beyond the horizon and spoke. The laughter laced into her tone made it clear just how little she thought of them.
"Should we chase them?"
"Hm. Go easy on them. Can't go breaking her toys, now can we?"
"Got it, sis! Hehe."
Elves live long lives. A baseline of a thousand years, and the ones who last even longer can stretch into several millennia. That's why people usually think elves have low libidos.
'Eh, half-true at best.'
Elves are born a pure race, but if that purity gets tainted by any means, they turn into incarnations of lust. That's one reason why centaurs have been their mates for generations. Only a centaur can handle an elf turned sex fiend.
'Or get chosen as a hero, or dope up on holy power like a saint.'
"What're you thinking about?"
"...Oh, honey."
"In heat again?"
"Hehe, no. Just wondering if Mom's doing okay..."
Harpun snapped out of her reverie at the words of Heblin, her centaur mate approaching her.
She'd just come back from battle, blood splattered all over her body. Not hers, of course—the blood of demon soldiers slain by her hooves and arrows.
"You're covered in it."
"Hehe, got a bit too into the hunt, I guess."
"No fair hogging all the fun by yourself."
Her cold expression melted away into a sweet smile as Harpun wiped the blood from Heblin's torso and let out a soft sigh.
"Khan's probably doing fine."
"You think so?"
"Of course."
Heblin stroked Harpun's hair as he spoke.
"Doubt the Empire's got any, though."
"Well... nothing's impossible."
Of course, Harpun figured the Empire was clean too. But her mother insisted on checking everything personally, so she'd been touring the Empire, grilling slave traders left and right.
"How many we got now, anyway?"
"Hm, just shy of 400,000, I think. Down a lot. Seriously."
"400,000... Heh, still better than the 150,000 we had left right after the war."
Harpun nodded calmly. She still vividly remembered that time 600 years ago. The elves, morale sky-high after smashing through several kingdoms, had finally poked the Empire. They'd timed it perfectly—the empire called the Sage Empress Seraphila had just died, and the throne was in chaos. But the result? Crushing defeat. A million elves perished gloriously, leaving only about 150,000 elves and centaurs to carry on the bloodline.
They'd signed a humiliating unequal treaty and stayed quiet as the Empire's loyal vassal ever since, all because of the trauma burned deep from that war.
"I don't wanna fight the Empire."
"Still scared...?"
"Yeah..."
Harpun nodded at Heblin's question. 600 years was nothing to an elf. Childhood traumas especially lingered—like the war with the Empire for her. Eyes burning with malice as they thrust spears until their last breath. Pulling triggers even with their lower bodies gone. Laughing drunkenly as they butchered elves. It was all demonic. Humanity's bottomless malice had filled her with nothing but terror.
"Shhh. It's okay."
Was her body trembling? Heblin slowly pulled her into an embrace. Harpun gave her husband a faint smile and slowly lowered herself.
"You really... get me all hot and bothered."
"Oh my..."
Lowering herself, Harpun crawled under Heblin's body. Centaurs had the lower body of a horse and upper body of a human. Naturally, their cocks were massive horse dicks.
"Hah, hehe. Always so massive... Nghhh... ♥"
Just seeing that enormous cock made her womb throb and her brain melt. Elves were doomed to submit to dick. Especially a centaur's. Just being near it melted her heart; seeing it made her womb ache and her brain turn to mush. The noble elf became a brainless cockslut.
"Chuuup ♥ Jju, jjuubup ♥"
The weight felt perfectly in both hands as she offered them up. Kneading his heavy balls, Harpun kissed the shaft passionately, not even bothering to hide her dumbing expression.
"Chuurup ♥ Kkuuup ♥ Hah, heheek ♥"
Kissing the huge glans and inhaling its scent sent her over the edge into climax. Dripping pussy juices, wriggling her body, she soon sprawled out on the field.
"D-Darling... ♥ Hurry... p-put it in... ♥"
"This is why elves are hopeless."
"Hngh, hngk ♥ Hek ♥"
Clop-clop went the hooves as Heblin adjusted position. His massive cock slowly pressed against Harpun's pussy. Tap-tap, like a polite knock from the cock himself. Even after seeing and feeling it so many times, the overwhelming pressure made Harpun hold her breath. Chemicals exploded in her brain, her face lighting up with bliss. Dopamine flooded her like never even in battle, turning her brain to goo.
"Hii, hoo... ♥"
Crunch—the centaur's horse cock pierced the petite elf's body. Exaggerating a bit, it was thigh-thick, trampling and toying with her fragile womb.
"Ah, oook ♥ Cumming, ooook ♥"
She vowed once more: she'd live like this forever if she could.
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Meanwhile, Erdenul—who'd been touring Empire slave markets—froze at her suddenly ringing womb.
"Huh...?"
"I-Is something wrong...?"
"No, nothing."
She brushed off her greatly rattled guard captain and pressed her lower belly. Was a close blood relative in heat? Her own womb started throbbing in sync. She thought about wrapping up the inspection quick to get impaled on her master's cock, but confirming the Empire's innocence came first.
Erdenul entered the last slave shop, slowly extending her senses. Her ears twitched. Information flowed in. Hearing alone wasn't enough—she'd have to poke around in person—but she got basic intel. Like how this shop's owner was a diehard heterorace fanatic.
'Creeps me out.'
Thankfully no elves, but plenty of beastfolk. Especially harpies and lamias. Probably because they'd just gotten confirmed as "beastkin" instead of borderline monsters.
"Tch."
"...!"
"Phew."
The guard captain flinched at even her light grumbling. How'd a lightweight like her climb so high? Erdenul wondered. Of course, even she startled at her mother's every move when by her side... but she was leagues below Mom.
Erdenul smirked wryly to herself and strode over, ripping open the barred cage.
"...!"
"Come out."
"Ah, aaah—"
"It's fine. I'm giving you your freedom."
The harpies crammed in the tiny cage. They were just kids, barely able to speak. Erdenul stroked one's head and told the guard captain:
"I want this slave shop wiped out."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll handle it."
"I trust you."
"Understood."
The guard captain whispered to her lieutenant, who saluted and led some troops out quietly. Soon, the sounds of clashing steel, shouts, and screams echoed—some from underground. Erdenul smiled in satisfaction.
She wanted to raze every slave market, but that'd be rude to the Empire. Picking off the worst ones like this was fine; demanding they all go would be an order, a coercion. The vassal Elf Khanate couldn't do that.
'Never again. Can't recreate that hell.'
The Empire hadn't fallen even to a million-strong army. If war broke out now—with just 400,000 cavalry—the elves would be doomed. Or end up slaves at best.
'At least the Empire's clean.'
Erdenul sighed in relief.
"The Empire is innocent. We'll gladly accept punishment for daring to doubt our suzerain."
The guard captain paused before replying in a reluctant tone:
"Her Imperial Majesty says there's no punishment for the Khan of the Elf Nation. The Khanate is an exemplary ally, and it's only natural for a leader to care for her subjects—that's what she said."
"Her Imperial Majesty's grace is as vast as the sea."
Erdenul beamed at the guard captain—a genuine smile.
'Guess that just leaves the minor kingdoms.'
On the way back to the palace with the guard captain, Erdenul gazed at the peaceful capital streets—so calm you'd forget the demon war raging—and thought:
'If they're innocent, they'll stand proud.'
If truly clean, they'd let her troops search freely.
'Might as well go with 10,000 to be safe.'
That many could crush a pissant kingdom in no time.