Fairies Who Reclaimed Their Souls (4)
Damn. Her lip's split, too.
Blood ran from her mouth, traced the line of her jaw, and dripped onto the bathhouse floor. Bruises were already blooming across that lush, voluptuous body.
I told them to subdue her, sure... but I didn't think they'd work her over this badly.
Aila's physical stats—strength, stamina, all of it—were low. That was only natural. Her class was Mage, and what a mage needed was Wisdom and Mana, not a fighter's body. I'd given the order, but they'd gone too far with their hands.
Still, it couldn't be helped. Low physical stats or not, Aila was a mage—and the third strongest in the Fairy Sanctuary at that, a 4-star. If she'd used her skills, every fairy in this room would have died on the spot.
Beaten as she was, she could have cast if she'd truly steeled herself. The reason she hadn't was simple: the ones beating her were the fairies she'd lived with, suffered with, all this time at the sanctuary.
Kant, the sanctuary's administrator, was often away for long stretches handling this kind of business. Heni was different from the rest—her master was still alive—and that alone put an invisible wall between her and the others. In truth, the one fairy who had genuinely shared her heart with them, who had looked after them, was Aila. She couldn't bring herself to use a skill that would harm the fairies who had become her new family after she'd lost her master.
Hmm... I'm doing a good thing here, I know I am, but I can't shake the feeling I've turned into the villain.
I'd used that kindness against her. I could have subdued her myself, but I'd specifically ordered the fairies to do it. If I'd handled it personally, she wouldn't have gotten hurt like this... but I'd wanted to see. Would my newly claimed fairies put their loyalty to me first, or their friendship with Aila?
Well. I had my answer.
A master really is absolute to a fairy.
A fairy cannot defy her master's command. No matter what feelings she might have shared with others, the most important thing is carrying out her master's orders. The proof was right in front of me. The fairies wore sorry faces for Aila—and that was all. They didn't show anything beyond that.
Well then... time to have myself a taste of our Aila.
I grinned, and wiped the blood from her lip with my thumb.
"Aah, my poor Aila. That hurt a lot, didn't it? I'm sorry. I did tell them to hold you down, but I never thought they'd beat you this badly. I'll chew them out later, I promise."
"Alan... what on earth is going on? Why are those girls... why are they calling you Master?"
The situation had her thoroughly lost. Aila stammered, her eyes darting over the fairies in confusion.
"Our Aila really is a sweetheart, isn't she? They did this to you, and you still won't show them a shred of hostility. How can anyone be this kind?"
"You... what the hell did you do to those children?!"
Still failing to grasp what had happened, Aila raised her voice. The fairies flanking her immediately began to snarl like animals.
"That bitch dares..."
"Raising her voice at our heavenly Master?! I'll kill her!"
"You fucking bitch!"
"....."
The torrent of abuse from every direction drained the color from Aila's face. I lifted a hand and settled the fairies down.
"Now, now, no need for ugly language, my pretty ones. Don't be like that. She's going to serve me right alongside you from now on, isn't she? You should all get along."
"Yes, you're right, Master!"
"We're sorry. We made a mistake."
"He called us... his pretty ones. Hehe!"
The fairies who had been snarling like beasts flipped their attitudes at a single word from me. Aila's pupils shook as if an earthquake had torn through them.
"What in the world... what did you do to those children..."
"What did I do? That curious, are you? Then I suppose I ought to tell you. Ah—but Aila? Did you really think I wouldn't notice you prepping a skill while you asked?"
I seized her breast and twisted, hard.
"Kyaaah?!"
The skill she'd been secretly gathering shattered at once. A woman's breasts were like a man's cock—get hit there and it hurt like hell. Even a slap would have stung. I hadn't bothered to hold back at all; I'd just grabbed on and squeezed. Of course the skill broke.
"Try one more stunt like that and I'll cut off your arms and legs and toss you in a brothel. So be a good girl for me, Aila. Understood?"
"Nnh... nngh..."
"Our Aila... not going to answer? You're not a bad fairy, are you?"
"I-I'm sorry! I'll stay still! I'm sorry!"
I leaned in close, and Aila squeezed her eyes shut, apologies tumbling out of her. With her breast still in my grip I could feel how fast her heart was hammering—pounding like she'd just sprinted a hundred meters at a dead run.
"Good. Anyway, as for what I did to those girls... come here, Loshuka."
"Yes, Master."
I crooked a finger behind me, and Loshuka hurried over with quick little steps.
I kissed her right in front of Aila. And I didn't stop at her mouth—I groped her breasts and her ass however I pleased. When I fed her my spit, Loshuka swallowed every drop with a pleased little hum, as if it tasted wonderful.
"....."
Aila stared at us, dazed. After I'd had my fill of the deep, lingering kiss, I showed her Loshuka's lower belly.
"Well? See this, Loshuka?"
"Th-that's...?"
On Loshuka's lower belly—right about where her womb would be—a tattoo had been inked: a snake swallowing its own tail, coiled in the shape of a Möbius strip, the symbol of infinity. It was the mark that represented me, the emblem that proved Loshuka was my fairy.
"This is the tattoo that stands for me. The other girls have it too."
"Wh-what?"
Aila whipped her head around, checking the other fairies' lower bellies. None of them were wearing clothes, so she could see for herself that I wasn't lying.
"H-how... this shouldn't be possible..."
A fairy had one master. Only one. A master was never replaced. Not under any circumstances. That was common sense.
And now, right in front of her, that common sense was coming apart.
I crouched in front of Aila again, took my dangling cock in hand, and tapped it lightly against her smooth forehead.
"See, I'm a little different from other masters. I can take someone else's fairy and make her mine. Call it stealing ownership, I guess?"
"Th-that's impossible..."
"Why would it be impossible? The proof is standing right in front of you. Loshuka—what kind of bastard was your old master?"
"He was short and ugly. He smelled terrible, too. If you aged a wheel of cheese for about ten years, I imagine it would smell something like that. And his cock was pathetic compared to Master's big, magnificent one. His cock was worthless, and the sex was even worse. Bak Ismail was, in a word, a pathetic loser."
"....."
Loshuka tore into her former master without a second's hesitation, and Aila's mouth fell open in shock.
Oh? Was that an invitation?
Well, don't mind if I do.
"Mmph?!"
I shoved my cock straight into Aila's slack, open mouth. The head punched into the back of her throat, and her face twisted as she gagged, veins standing out along her neck. I didn't care how much it hurt her. I grabbed her head, rolled my hips, and kept talking.
"How lonely have you been every night without a master? You don't have to be lonely anymore, Aila. I'll be your master. I'll be the owner of your soul. From now on, you'll spend your whole life serving me—and you'll be happy doing it."
"Mmph! Nngh! Huuulk!"
Aila beat at the hand gripping her head, thrashing to get free. My fairies rushed in at once and pinned her so she couldn't move.
"I need to wrap this up quick, so I won't finish in your mouth. Don't be too disappointed, though. I'll pump you full six times, then feed you my cum until your belly's ready to burst. Girls?"
"Yes!"
"Aaaaaaah! Wh-what are you doing?! Stop it! Becca! Jenny! Don't do this! Please, don't do this!"
The fairies ignored Aila's pleas and hoisted her into the air. Becca and Jenny took her from either side and wrenched her legs apart; Ramanir pinned her arms from behind.
"Shall I have a taste, then?"
"Hehe... eat up, Master."
"Mm. Thanks, girls. Once I'm done with Aila, you're next—so get yourselves ready."
"Ah... aah..."
"We'd love that! Thank you, Master!"
I stepped in front of Aila as she hung suspended in the air and pressed my cock—slick with her own spit—against her pussy.
"All right, Aila. Time to serve your new owner. Ready to forget Gix?"
"Nngh! Never—I will never let you have your way!"
"Heheheh. Every girl here fought me just like you are, at first. And look how they turned out. Oh! Your pussy's putting up a fight too, huh?"
Aila's pussy was clenched shut without the slightest gap, as if it refused to let anything in—a tight little slit sealed in a single stubborn line.
"From now on, I am your master, Aila!"
"No!!!!!"
Her scream tore the air as I forced my way inside her. My cock pried apart her dry inner walls and drove all the way in, slamming against the gates of her womb at the end of that flesh-lined cave.
"Haaaaah?!"
"Nngh... damn, that's tight. Guess it's been a while since this pussy had a cock in it—the squeeze is insane. This is going to be fun."
"Nngh! Just you wait! I will never surrender to you!"
"Heheheh. I'll be looking forward to it, Aila."
I grabbed her breasts and started rolling my hips in earnest, driving into her again and again.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!"
"Hah... this is actually great. Her pussy's clamping down on me like it doesn't want to let go."
"....."
She couldn't move. She couldn't run. In the end, Aila gave up on everything.
If she opened her eyes she would have to look at that repulsive man, so she chose to keep them shut. A burning pain flared between her legs, but she refused to let a single moan escape. If she made a sound, that filthy man would only be pleased.
I'm sorry, Master...
Inwardly, Aila called up the face of the master who had left her first. It had already been three years since he died. And yet his face rose in her mind as vividly as if she had seen him only yesterday.
She had accepted his death. She had come to terms with it. But that did not mean she had erased him from her memory. Every day she had longed for him. Every day she had summoned his face.
But I will never surrender to that filthy man. The only master I have... is you.
Aila looked at the master in her mind and steeled her resolve. She would never yield to Alan. Never.
"Nngh... I'm already close. Here comes the first one!"
Tch... hmph. Pathetic.
He had been thrusting for less than five minutes and he was already about to finish. Aila sneered at him inwardly.
A thick pulse, and Alan came inside her.
No matter what happens, I will never surrender to—wait. What?
The instant his semen flooded her, Aila realized something was wrong.
Master's face... what did Master look like?
The face that had been so vivid only a moment ago would not come. Aila was badly shaken.
"Coming!"
"Fuck, this pussy is insanely tight!"
"Number four!"
"Number five!"
Alan kept emptying himself inside her like a man who couldn't last five minutes, load after load. By then, Aila could no longer keep pretending nothing was happening.
"Ah—aah... I-I can't take any more! Stop! Master—I can't remember Master's face!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she begged him to stop. But Alan, who wanted her, did not stop.
She could no longer recall her master. His face, his warm hands, the gentle way he used to look at her, every memory they had shared—all of it was draining out of her mind. And into the space her master left behind, Alan settled instead.
"No! Nooooo!"
"Heheheheh. Hey, Aila."
Alan seized the jaw of the screaming woman and forced her eyes to meet his.
To Aila, her face streaked with tears, it was a death sentence.
A thick pulse.
"...Ah."
The sixth load defiled her womb. The tattoo that had been carved into her lower belly flared with light and vanished, and in its place a new mark was etched into her flesh.
A single snake, swallowing its own tail in the shape of a Möbius strip.
That day, Aila died.
And Aila was born again.
It was the moment her soul, split in two, became whole once more.
"Aila?"
"Aah...! Master! Master! Maaaster!"
Aila looked at Alan and cried out in pure, radiant joy.
Behold your new master. Worship him.