Pent-Up Desires
"Ugh..."
When I opened my eyes, the gentle, warm hues of polished wood filled my vision.
"...Ah."
Only after straining my sluggish brain did I realize where I was: an elven treehouse. In the next breath, the memories leading up to my collapse came flooding back in a dizzying rush—the agonizing, days-long torment of that maddening thirst, the desperate struggle to slay the Demon King's avatar, and the ring I had used to banish the plague, demonic energy, and divine authorities back to wherever they had come from.
"Somehow... we actually won..."
I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, letting the tension drain completely from my limbs as I shook my head. The whole ordeal had been far more grueling than I could have imagined—painful enough that, more than once, just giving up and dying had felt like an appealing option. It was staggering to think that dealing with a mere avatar, not even the true Demon King, had nearly ground us into dust. It wasn't as if our party lacked firepower, either.
"Hmm..."
I took a moment to take stock of my body. Despite having gone eleven straight days without a wink of sleep or a single bite of food, I felt surprisingly intact.
Did the girls do something while I was out?
I had no idea, but if I was in one piece, that was good enough for me. Right now, all I wanted was to sink back into rest. But just as I went to pull the fluffy blanket up to my chin, a heavy, supple warmth pressed against my skin. Curious, I peeked beneath the covers.
"Whew... whew..."
"Mmh..."
Sure enough, nestled under the duvet stark naked were Muriel, Rebecca, Cacciola, Lampon Pashtra, and Nazareth Nemeth. Honestly, I should have seen this coming. If anything, I might have felt a little slighted if they hadn't crawled in with me.
"Heh..."
A dry laugh slipped past my lips at the realization of what I was thinking. Had I really gotten so accustomed to this relentless physical onslaught from the women around me? Looking back, the cynicism and prickly defensiveness that had consumed me early on after transmigrating seemed to have softened considerably.
I quietly surveyed the tangle of bodies beside me. With so many packed tightly beneath the sheets, all I could really see was an assortment of colorful hair, graceful shoulder lines, and soft flesh pressed flush against mine. Still, judging by their steady complexions, none of them appeared to be suffering any lingering aftereffects.
"...You all worked hard," I murmured softly, reaching out to brush back the deep navy hair of Muriel, who lay draped highest over my chest, clinging to me tightly.
"You worked hard as well, Lord Alzen."
"G-gah-wha?!"
Shock jolted through me like an electric current. I nearly convulsed, my whole body jerking as my voice tripped over itself. The fright was so visceral that my instinct to yell 'Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me, you crazy bitch?!' was mashed down into pure, reflexive gibberish.
"Ack, ugh... M-my heart..."
As I clutched my aching chest and groaned, Muriel tilted her head up, her luminous navy eyes glinting as a faint, delicate smile grazed her lips.
"My apologies. I did not expect you to be quite so startled."
"Does someone who's genuinely sorry wear a face like that? Ugh... I thought my heart was going to explode..."
Catching my breath and waiting for my pulse to settle, I slumped back against the pillows. Then, reaching over, I pinched her cheek and gave it a firm tug.
"Fine, fine. Regardless, I'm glad you're in one piece."
"Yeth. I am altho glad Lord Althen ith thafe."
"What are you even saying?"
Chuckling, I let go of her cheek. Muriel immediately buried her face back into my chest and took a long, deep breath.
"Truly, Lord Alzen. I am relieved that you are unharmed."
"Same here. Honestly, I thought I was a goner."
"......"
Pinch.
This time, her fingers clamped onto my cheek.
"Bwuh?"
The strength behind her grip was distinctly alarming.
"Ow, ow, ow! That hurts! Hey!"
"Lord Alzen. Have I not told you time and time again? You must treat your own body with far more care."
"......"
Finding myself without a single leg to stand on, I averted my gaze.
"Hah..."
TWWWIISSST!
"AAAGH?!"
The sharp agony of my cheek being twisted made my back arch off the bed. The sudden commotion caused the deeply sleeping women beside us to whimper softly and furrow their brows in discomfort.
"The Shroud of Sacrifice is hereby confiscated," Muriel declared coldly. "Had I known it was such a perilous artifact, I never would have allowed you to carry it in the first place."
"Ow, that hurts like hell... But no, absolutely not. I'm keeping the Shroud of Sacrifice."
"......"
"Glare at me all you want, it's not changing anything. This is the most efficient way, and you know it."
When I snickered and waggled my fingers at her, she let out a quiet sigh and reached aside to hand me a bottle of liquor. Say what you want about her, her quick wit and attentiveness were second to none.
"...Taking on our wounds in our stead is what you call 'efficient'?" she asked softly.
"Of course it is. It makes far more sense for someone like me, who has no direct combat capability, to take the brunt of the damage rather than you girls. That's the only way you can keep fighting uninterrupted."
"......"
She fell silent, a sorrowful shadow falling over her features. Watching her expression, I took a swallow of liquor, then subtly reached down to toy with her pink nipple. Its plump, resilient give was hopelessly addictive, making it impossible to stop rolling, kneading, and tweaking it between my fingers.
"Don't make that face. It's not like I'm planning to go around getting hurt at every waking hour. I don't have a death wish anymore, either. Just look at when we took down the Demon King. I hung on tooth and nail for over ten days without sleeping or eating. Before you talked some sense into me, I probably would have chosen to die on the spot rather than endure that kind of agony."
"...I suppose that is true. If I look at it that way... may I take it to mean you truly have changed, even if just a little?"
"Damn right I have. Big time."
Grinning, I cupped her lavish breast with a full palm. My hand sank deep into the generous mound of flesh, which was easily larger than a person's head. It was pleasantly cool compared to the rest of her body, impossibly smooth, soft, and supple—the kind of texture a man could happily knead for the rest of his days.
"By the way, how long was I out?"
"Three days have passed."
"...What? I was asleep for three whole days?"
"Yes."
"Huh... And yet my body feels completely fine?"
Pushing myself to the brink for eleven days straight followed by three full days of unconsciousness should have left me an emaciated bag of bones. Yet looking down at myself, I was entirely normal. Not too thin, not bloated, with just the right amount of flesh and muscle intact. How was that even possible?
"While you slept, you were fed the World Tree's Fruit and treated through the Authority of the World Tree."
"Ah, the World Tree stepped in. That explains it."
No wonder I felt so energized despite having walked through hell. Nodding in understanding, I went right back to working her breast like soft dough.
"...Lord Alzen."
"Yeah? What?"
"You seem remarkably forward today."
"Do I?"
With a sly grin, I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and buried my face into her creamy cleavage.
"Mmh... haah..."
Inhaling deeply, the clean, delicate scent of her skin flooded my senses. A faint fragrance reminiscent of wild blossoms and sweet fruit washed over me, settling my nerves into blissful comfort. Though surprised for a fraction of a second, Muriel met my gesture with a tender smile and gently cradled the back of my head. As she stroked my hair, I nuzzled cheek and chin back and forth across her chest, the plush, overflowing softness yielding and rippling around my face.
"Yeah. Maybe I am. I guess I just feel a lot lighter now that a weight's been lifted."
"Because you managed to kill the Demon King?"
"Technically just an avatar, but yeah. It made me feel like... we can actually pull this off. It gave me some real peace of mind."
"I am very glad to hear that."
"The thing is, once my mind cleared up, another kind of appetite started rearing its head. One I've been doing my damn best to ignore all this time."
"...Does that mean..."
For a fleeting second, it looked as if an ember had ignited deep within her dark blue eyes. Chuckling wryly, I shook my head.
"Hold on, I'm not saying I'm going all the way, all right? But... yeah. Letting off some steam once in a while doesn't seem like the worst idea."
"You have made a very wise decision."
"...Just to be clear, I'm asking one more time. Are you really okay with that?"
"I have no objections whatsoever. Please, feel free to use this body to satisfy your desires as much as you please."
"You really are something..."
Instead of finishing the thought, I nipped gently at the hollow of her chest and reached down to give her buttocks a firm squeeze. Her backside was far firmer and more athletic than her breasts, but beneath the pressure of my grip, it yielded into soft, shapely curves that filled my palm perfectly.
"Do you have any idea how much a line like that fires a guy up? Acting so bold when you're still a virgin."
"Hehe, I haven't the faintest idea. I know nothing at all, you see."
The sultry, teasing smile on her face was pure wickedness.
"Cheeky. Absolutely brazen... Acting like that just because you know you're gorgeous..."
Even as I grumbled, I shifted my weight, pressing my rock-hard erection against her Master-tier thighs. Leaning into her, the smooth, firm glide of her skin sent a slow wave of intoxicating friction through me, prompting me to pull her waist in closer.
"Fufu..."
Watching my eagerness as if finding it endearing, Muriel parted her thighs just enough to clamp them tightly around my shaft, drawing my head deeper into her embrace.
"Haaah..."
Enveloped in her sweet scent and silky skin, the wave of pleasure caused the urges I had kept locked away for so long to flare out of control. But just as I was about to lose myself in the sensation, a warm, slick wetness suddenly cupped my testicles.
"Whoa—?!"
Startled, I glanced down. Rebecca, who had awakened at some point, was looking up at me with a flushed, breathless expression, taking my scrotum entirely into her mouth. And she wasn't the only one—the eyes of every other woman beneath the sheets were gleaming like those of predatory beasts.
"Slurp, mmph... schluck! Haaah... It's not fair to enjoy yourselves all on your own."
"You were awake?"
"How could I stay asleep when you were flirting so blatantly right next to me? I heard everything. Please, let me join in too."
"...Do whatever you want."
When someone was practically begging to be used to satisfy my lust, who was I to turn them down?
"Ehehe..."
Letting out a lewd giggle, Rebecca took my sack back between her lips, swirling her tongue against the skin.
"Ugh... I'm already about to burst..."
The firm thighs squeezing and grinding against my rock-solid length. The pillowy, plush warmth of Muriel's mound, plump and swollen like a flowerbud on the verge of blooming. And on top of that, the wet, suckling mouth working over my groin—it was driving me toward the edge at terrifying speed.
"U-um... please give the baby seeds to me...! I want to have Lord Alzen's baby, after all...!"
Mumbling in a voice thick with sleep, Pashtra sluggishly pushed herself up and buried her face near Muriel's hips. In the next instant, she parted her lips and took the swollen glans peeking out from between Muriel's thighs straight into her mouth.
"Nnngh, slurrrp...!"
Sealing her lips tight as if savoring a sweet treat, she created a vacuum of intense suction, flicking her tongue greedily against the tip.
"F-fuck...!"
The sheer, unexpected bliss of the technique felt like it was melting my senses from the inside out, sending shivers of electricity racing through every nerve. Feeling the point of no return hit like an avalanche, I shoved as much of Muriel's breast into my mouth as could possibly fit, lightly biting down on the soft flesh as I came.
Spurt! Pulse! Pulse!
"Mmh, glug, slurrrp...! Gulp, gulp...!"
She had taken me in so deeply that I could feel the flutter of her throat, making the sensation of Pashtra swallowing down my seed vividly clear in my mind. The sheer eroticism of it only amplified my release, driving out a torrential finish.
"Mmph... gulp! Gulp... Pwah! Haaah, haah... Lord Alzen. You shot out so much..."
Peeking her head out from past Muriel's thigh, Pashtra gave a dopey, blissful giggle, licking her lips with unbridled satisfaction.
"......"
Twitch!
At that innocent yet devastatingly lewd sight, the shaft that had just emptied itself immediately flared back into stone-cold hardness.
"What's this? Is today finally the day we shed our virginity?"
"A-ah, um, ahem! L-Lord Alzen..."
Right on cue, Cacciola's cheeky voice chimed in as she wrapped her arms around my back from behind, while Nemeth, her dark skin glowing with a deep blush, cleared her throat and cast furtive, longing glances toward my hardened erection.
Before I knew it, the fresh, serene atmosphere of the elven treehouse had transformed into a thick, stifling haze of hot, sticky pink lust.
"I'm not taking your virginities today... but let's have some dirty fun. Exactly like the delinquent I am."
Giving up on resisting the hunger rising from the depths of my chest, I reached out my hands.