Alisa and the Elves: Into the Pigmen’s Territory

"Eh? Wait a sec! A wanderer has no human heart— Eeeek?!"

The tentacles thrashed wildly, desperately trying to breach the entrance to her pussy. The elf shuddered and screamed as if it tickled unbearably. With no other choice, I grabbed the plant tentacles slithering around her crotch.

It began to quiver disgustingly, bzzz.

"Y-yes, good girl. Hurry and save me. It's so ticklish. I can feel my chastity hanging by a thread..."

"......There."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

I tilted my head. "You don't look like you're enjoying it at all. Those tentacles are coated in aphrodisiac, and your tits are getting groped right now, aren't they?"

The tentacles holding the elf were shaped like flower buds, sprouting dozens of phallic tendrils reminiscent of cocks. Their surfaces glistened with slick mucus—clearly some kind of sensitivity-boosting aphrodisiac. The elf wasn't just being touched; she was being ravaged intensely by them. Yet for all that, no lewd moans escaped her lips—only discomfort and ticklish giggles.

"Eek...! Ahahaha! It's... frigidity. That's all. Elves... the older we get... the less our sex drive..."

"......"

How utterly pitiful. I frowned in genuine sympathy.

"You can't feel... that kind of pleasure? Doesn't that torment you?"

"Being tied up like this... putting on such an ugly display... that's the real torment."

Forcing pleasure on an elf who couldn't feel it seemed pointless. She clearly had sensation, judging by the tickling—but maybe she was the type who got off on pain? Or perhaps she needed deep stimulation to feel anything. Hell, if she were dismembered and abandoned in a goblin den or a succubus lair, she might finally get off on it. Didn't they say the fear of death ramps up breeding urges?

"...Miss? Lady?"

"Ah. Yeah, I'll save you."

I effortlessly ripped the tentacles from her limbs, then tore the massive central one to shreds as it convulsed like a dying bug. Sour-smelling sap sprayed everywhere as the plant collapsed. The freed elf crashed butt-first to the ground.

"Oof!"

With a cute little yelp, she confirmed the tentacles were down, then hurriedly gathered her clothes and staff, slipping them on. She straightened up and gave me a light bow of thanks.

"Ow... my back. Thanks for the rescue. Name's Naba Rin. Call me Rin, nice and casual. And you?"

"Alisa."

Rin extended her hand, and I took it. Her frame was noticeably smaller than mine, making her hand tiny and delicate. Refined, too.

"That aside, what the hell are you doing out here?"

Rin straightened her outfit and replied with a dignified, leisurely air. "Truth be told, I had business with the pigmen... just a bit further ahead."

Still a young beauty, but spouting old-man speech like that. Her voice didn't quaver like some grandma's, but the odd pitch gave her a robotic vibe. First gap-moe beauty I'd met like this. Made me itch to watch her life end in the worst way possible.

I suppressed the urge and played it cool. "Pigmen territory? You got business there?"

"Ahem, you wouldn't know, Alisa lady, but the Mages' Association gave me a commission. That territory's littered with demon magic tomes and artifacts."

She glanced around, like she was searching for someone.

"Looking for someo—"

Before I could ask Rin, I sensed someone charging from the forest depths. Moments later, it resolved into a human figure. Slender height, massive tits, long ears, lush green hair like verdant nature itself. The quintessential fantasy glamour elf—big boobs and ass—stood before us.

"Wait! Lady Rin! Why are you wandering off alone like... Huh?"

The green-haired elf spotted me and froze. She took a step back, then scanned me head to toe with wary eyes.

"No need to be on guard. She saved my hide from those tentacles."

"Uh... that gross shredded plant?"

"Yup. I was stark naked, one thrust from disaster, and she swoops in perfect timing. Alisa lady here."

Rin smirked proudly, nose in the air like Pinocchio.

"Why say it like it's something to brag about? You got caught pulling some pointless stunt again."

The green-haired elf shot back at Rin with exasperation, then gave me an awkward look. "Thanks for saving Lady Rin. I'm Lena."

"No biggie."

We exchanged formalities, then Lena eyed Rin. "Lady Rin. How much did you tell her?"

"Up to heading into pigmen territory for the magic tome~."

Lena clutched her head like it throbbed. All of it, huh.

Even after introductions and Rin's story, Lena still seemed guarded. Fair enough—I looked suspicious as hell. A stunning beauty wandering solo in a hazard zone even thieves avoided? No adventurer gear, no elf or mage vibes. Anyone with brains would feel uneasy on instinct.

Unlike Lena, though, Rin seemed oblivious or just tough—didn't bat an eye.

Lena asked carefully, trying not to show it but failing. "Alisa, right? What brings you here?"

"Same as you."

"Huh?"

I flashed a bright smile. "Was en route to pigmen territory myself."

(I could've said I wanted tentacles raping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me full of seed, milking my mana-packed cunt-juice, limbs hacked off in overwork, then butchered—but nah, better play it smart. Traveling with them promised fun results.)

"What a coincidence. Join us? Goals differ, but same path—room for teamwork."

Twin-tailed Rin approached with her laid-back drawl.

Lena, caught off-guard, cut in. "Lady Rin, hold on."

"Listen to your elder. Alisa lady's got potential."

"She handled that man-eater, so yeah, strong... but..."

Elves ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were a beta race, or so I'd heard. This young-looking one especially seemed averse to outsiders from the jump.

Lena held back since I was listening—no hard no. So we settled on talking it out.

"......Fine. Let's find a safe spot and chat."

Rin and Lena—druid mages?—chanted in a clearing. Vines and a magic circle bloomed instantly, forming a natural barrier. Even vine chairs sprouted for sitting. The three of us settled inside the vine dome to talk.

"Demons made the pigmen. Twisted sorcery fusing humans and pigs into abominations. Fusion's no easy feat even for demons—took ages. Left behind tons of artifacts and books. My commission: snag ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a fusion-related magic tome."

Rin's explanation was straightforward.

I asked what bugged me. "Then why loiter around the edges instead of going in?"

Lena frowned uncomfortably, but Rin just shrugged leisurely. "Fair question, lady. We'd love to storm in, but without knowing the tome's spot? Reckless. Invis spells last hours tops. Disguise? Forget it. Talking's tough. They like offerings, though..."

"Offerings...?"

Rin nodded. "Yup. Not gold or jewels. Mostly meat, food... or fresh women. Breeders, milk cows. Spell ingredients. Pig king snacks. Women like that~."

Jackpot. I nodded and prodded Rin. "What kind of women?"

"Well... big tits, sturdy builds, wide hips for popping out babies easy. High value. Offer one, and trade might work."

Rin slyly flicked her eyes to me and Lena.

"Lady Rin. Why're you looking at me?"

Lena scowled, dead serious.

Lena was perfect: huge tits, sleek and sturdy frame, ideal birthing hips, feisty attitude. Pure conquest bait for males. But she seemed clueless about the joys of serving as a female in this world.

"So first I suggested pretending to offer Lena. Flat-out rejected. Was pondering alternatives~."

"As if I'd ever! I'm a noble high elf. Who'd—"

"—I'll do it."

Their bickering cut off abruptly.

"Eh?"

"What'd you say?"

Rin and Lena asked in unison. Their synced confusion was hilarious. I repeated myself, clear and firm.

"I'll play the pigmen offering. Milk cow, breeder, pig king snack, spell fodder, limbless disposable onahole turned edible bitch—whatever. I'll be the sacrifice."