Alisa, Meeting with a Thousand-Year-Old Elf (Virgin)
The Black Continent. An unknown land beyond the rough seas west of the western regions. There's no special reason it's called unknown. Trade with it suddenly ceased hundreds of years ago. Scholars from every kingdom could only speculate that the great power ruling the continent had fallen.
I gaze up at the sky. Unlike its ominous name, it's just ordinary land—an ordinary port. I survey the half-ruined harbor. It must have once bustled with prosperity. But it doesn't boast scenery as beautiful as the Empire's. It's the typical port of a fantasy medieval world, nothing more.
"Hmph♪ Hmph♪"
I hum a little tune, striding out with elegant steps. A quick glance back shows the men who raped me to their hearts' content disembarking from the ship. They choked me, punched my stomach, severed my limbs, blasted me with semen. It was ecstatic, delightful. But I can see traces of fear mixed into their violence-hardened faces.
That's why it didn't feel like the horrific agony from my first goblin encounter.
"Feels like the hurdles are getting higher and higher."
I mutter to myself, lightly bending my thumb backward. A sharp twinge of pain makes me furrow my brow faintly.
"Ah...♡"
It hurts. It hurts, but not enough to bring tears. Back when I first reincarnated, I'd have screamed and thrashed from just a finger bending like this.
"Ah... like this..."
I channel a faint, indescribable force into my finger. With a squelching sound like wriggling meat, it snaps back to normal. Wandering the harbor, I peek into homes, but find only shattered furniture and hardened bloodstains. Nothing else.
Goblins, imps, or something else probably invaded—men turned into dinner, women into onaholes.
"First things first, my goal now is scouting this continent."
I stretch lightly. Through the torn, filthy robe, my proud breasts and ass jiggle enticingly. I hope this continent has something more fun in store.
A day later, roaming the area reveals one thing: this continent is in utter chaos. A hellgate opened in the capital of the great power that once traded with kingdoms, dooming the nation. Now, dozens of petty states feud in the ruins—simple monarchies, so-called republics, even self-proclaimed hero bands that are little more than vigilante mobs.
"Is that info you just gave me true?"
"Y-Yes, really!"
The man nods frantically as I grind my heel into his crotch for confirmation. He's a human bandit who ambushed me while I explored the port city. Highway robber, since it was on the road? Shabby leather armor, axes, ropes, crossbows—several comrades rushed me, swinging weapons. I repelled them easily, of course.
His buddies lie around him as cold corpses, all dismembered barehanded. I'm strong enough now to tear humans apart with my bare hands. Maybe it's my bare foot crushing his cock, but I feel it twitch and harden slightly. Not interesting, though. Prideful humans scraping by day-to-day hold no appeal.
I prefer goblins, orcs, utter trash—brains brimming with cock-juice and malice. Beings that drag my worth into the gutter.
"Demons... so, are there lands ruled by demons? How do I get there?"
I press harder on his calf, casually adjusting my pose to flash my panties. Amid his terror, I hear his eyes rolling.
"I-I don't... really know."
"Your resolve to join your fallen comrades first—how beautiful~..."
His vague answer earns a sweet smile as I reach for his throat.
"Wha...? Eek?! W-Wait! Mercy! Mercy! —There is! There is! Places with demons!"
His face drains pale as he screams desperately. I pause, and he babbles on, trembling in horror.
"Demons spread across the land after that—I don't know exact spots. But there's a place where demon plants grow... plants from hell, with tentacles, they say."
"Where's that?"
"Th-That's..."
He hesitates, so I tilt my head.
"Is it forbidden to mention?"
"N-No, not that. It's just... where the pig-humans live."
"Pig-humans? Orcs?"
Sensing my confusion, the bandit elaborates.
"Humans corrupted by demon curses. Twisted human bodies with grotesque boar faces. They butcher and eat everyone, male or female. Big-breasted women get milked like cows for rituals."
"Whoa, sounds like a fun race."
He grimaces at my response.
"Their lands are choked with corrupted plants and monsters. No one goes there."
"I see."
I lift my foot from his groin.
"Y-You're sparing me?"
"I keep promises."
I could kill him anyway; I only honor it when I'm in a good mood.
"So, which way to the pig-humans' land?"
He stares like I'm insane but obediently points out the route. Easy to follow, and closer than expected—two days of casual running.
Leaving the bandit cowering amid his comrades' corpses, I kick off and sprint. Goddess-granted genetic mods, curses, and enhancements make my steps feather-light.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Short, ballet-like hops propel me dozens of meters. I soar over hills, land on high branches, leap to the next. Flying squirrels, bugs, small goblins, occasional distant humans—bandits, probably. That's it. Most people seem dead or fled.
"Come to think of it..."
During the voyage here, a mermaid—looking like a deep-sea horror—climbed aboard. It halted the orgy frenzy, turning the ship into chaos. Demons weakened defenses, letting merfolk haunt coasts and vanish people? Do they kidnap women too? For use, or rituals? Intriguing, but first: pig-humans and their breeding pens.
One step at a time, as planned.
Several days later—camping roadside, grilling fish and game—I arrive without issue. No events en route; that's the disappointment.
"Made it."
I mutter flatly from the forest ridge atop the mountain, eyeing a spot kilometers away pulsing with sinister presence. From there, dense, repulsive life forces thicken.
"Hoo..."
Hand on chest, I inhale deeply, tossing my hair back. Unwashed for days, bounding wildly, yet it shimmers with perfect, beautiful luster.
Let's go.
Excitement bubbling, I leap from the peak. Arcing down two hundred meters, I watch rushing air and ground. Just before impact, I cast Gloria's explosive spell.
BOOM!
Heat and shockwave absorb most of the fall's energy. I land smoothly, dusting my hands, surveying with delight. Perfect spot. Ordinary forest at first glance. But stepping in, malice surges from all sides—pure, natural evil craving to rape, exploit, defile the female species by force.
".........Ha♡"
The fun dilemma begins. Less tentacle pits, more giant carnivorous plants everywhere. Nepenthes, pitcher plants, that sort. Ideally, plants immune even to my senses-block, orgasm-laser, personality-shit—women's worst nightmares.
"Hm?"
Glancing around, my eyes meet a woman's. A bit away, plant-tentacles grip her limbs, caressing her. Clothes shredded, massive staff on the ground. Mage?
I study her face. Blue twintails, petite for this world yet boasting voluptuous breasts and ass writhing defiantly. Pretty face with lingering youthfulness, long ears. Elf.
Spotting me, her face lights up as she calls.
"Y-You there. Young miss. No, lady. Care to help this one?"
Young miss? Lady? Archaic speech baffles me; I furrow my brow slightly. Elves live long, sure—explains the outdated lingo.
As I stare blankly, tentacles writhe, probing her pussy. But some virginity ward blocks it; they spark against a magic circle, unable to penetrate.
"Hurry and save me, or this one might lose her virginity. Preserved for a full millennium.... Nghhh?! Quick—the ward holds about 3 minutes 15 seconds——"
Urgency hits; her leisurely chatter accelerates into frantic babble. Pathetic sight.
I watch quietly, then smile sweetly.
"..............After a thousand years as an elf, isn't it fine to give up that hymen?"
A millennium of virginity in that body? What a waste.
Pig-Humans: Race of the territory ruled by the Pig King. Corrupted by demon sorcery, distinct from orcs or ogres. They kidnap or breed females to perform certain rituals.