The Thousand-Year Desensitized Elf Archmage: Rectal Aphrodisiac Absorption Show♡
Just as Lena is dragged into the plaza, on the verge of becoming an onahole. In some library deep within pigman territory, the dignified elf Rin flips through a book as if it were nothing.
'Personality Excretion Magic.' She'd never heard of it. Especially the combination of "excretion," the most primal physiological term, with "personality"—it piqued Rin's curiosity. Magic usually followed consistent principles, yet this seemed utterly contradictory.
As she read on, Rin realized it was a spell to summon a hellish creature. From what she could gather, it internalized one's personality and soul, then molded it into a jelly-like form deep within the mana vein—the anus and rectum—forcing it out through the asshole.
"Ho ho... so that's why it's called 'personality excretion."
Rin knew all about the various hellish yin mana and yin parasites, but this was refreshingly novel. The world was full of wondrous spells. It wasn't a commissioned grimoire, but knowledge was knowledge, so she dove deeper into it.
Normally, she'd shelve it and move on, but Rin had a habit of finishing any intriguing novel or grimoire she stumbled upon. Of course, she couldn't read every page cover to cover, so she skimmed at high speed.
Rin brushed back her hair and continued reading. In that instant, the grimoire flashed brilliantly.
Rin realized her mistake and tried to slam it shut, but she was a step too late. Faster than she could react, an enormous "worm" magic beast burst from the book and swallowed her head whole in a flash.
".............!!"
A blunder. Grimoires sometimes had traps installed to thwart thieves or rival mages. She'd gotten so absorbed in "Personality Excretion Magic" that she hadn't inspected it properly before skimming.
".........!!"
She couldn't move. With her head entirely engulfed, it was only natural. The worm began slowly devouring her. Rin flailed her arms in resistance, but it was futile. The sucking force was so intense she could barely breathe, and the inside of its maw reeked of fish and oozed slime.
Her legs slowly lifted off the ground. Dangerous. Dangerous. This wasn't a summoning spell—it was magic designed to drag the trapped victim into the book itself. She doubted it'd seal her away permanently, but physical rescue seemed unlikely.
Rin immediately channeled mana into her ring. A small light flickered, and an artificial magic wave patterned for rescue requests pulsed into the void.
It was a distress beacon spell. Lena would pick up the signal. She'd arrive within thirty minutes.
The moment the spell activated, the worm protruding from the book engulfed Rin's upper body, then her flailing legs—her entire form. Having gulped her down, the worm slithered back inside. The book thudded harmlessly to the floor of the empty library.
As Rin had suspected, the book's inner world was crammed with tentacles and fleshy walls—or rather, it was the worm's innards. A passage wide enough for two or three women, lined with writhing, living flesh. The walls pulsed with each breath, circulating fishy air throughout the body.
"Grrrrrrglrk!"
A guttural rumble echoed from deep in the throat. Hot, sticky steam blasted against Rin's ass.
"Ugh...?!"
An overwhelmingly foul stench assaulted her nose, forcing her to pinch it shut. Rin groped for her staff to cast a defensive spell, but it was gone.
"No luck there... maybe an escape spell? Hmm. As expected?"
She tried a makeshift shoe spell as a stopgap, but it fizzled. An anti-casting field disrupting mid-to-high-tier magic blanketed the space. Without her staff, breaking through was impossible.
"Hah. Knew it. A demon's forbidden tome? Resists anti-demon wards, so definitely a mid-tier or higher beast."
Rin analyzed coolly. Unlike Lena, she was a millennium-old elf. Her mana reserves and experience were unparalleled. She'd faced crises like this countless times—and overcome them all. (Always rescued by Lena.)
Another strength: her sexual regression phase. Her body remained youthful, but pregnancy was near-impossible, and her erogenous zones had lost all sensitivity. She couldn't even recall her last masturbation—centuries ago, probably. Lewd beasts held no sway over her.
In the cramped passage, sprawled prone, tentacles seized her limbs. Rin was utterly restrained but offered no resistance. Struggling would only hurt more.
Bound spread-eagled, she stared blankly at the ceiling. The tentacle innards were humid; sticky, musky acidic fluid dripped from the fleshy walls, slowly dissolving her clothes—wards and all.
With arms and legs extended, her massive breasts, groin, anus, and pussy lay utterly exposed. Without clothing's meager shield, the damp air kissed her bare skin.
Then the tentacles stirred. They suckled her nipples, gently rubbed her pussy, prodded her asshole.
But Rin just sighed. She was virtually desensitized. Their touch was utterly mundane. Would anyone get aroused watching monkeys mate? It was much the same.
To Rin, the tentacles' caresses were barely amusing distractions. Boring. When's Lena coming? Stomach's rumbling too.
As Rin lounged in bored complacency, the tentacles paused their buzzing, realizing physical stimulation alone wouldn't break this arrogant elf.
Sinister pouch-like organs on the ceiling swelled in unison.
Pssshhh—!
From tentacle tips and ceiling holes, revolting pink fluid rained down on Rin's face and body.
"Ptooey, ptooey! What the hell? So damn sticky."
Salt-briny-sweet liquid flooded her mouth—oddly addictive. Rin scowled and tasted it. Aphrodisiac. Mildly sweet and fishy, with a hooking aftertaste. Any normal woman would be heating up, going into heat. To Rin, it was just sour water.
The pink fluid cascaded like a shower from above. Her hair soaked instantly; her body grew slick, as if pickled in aphrodisiac brine.
When she still showed no reaction, tentacles nosed toward her pussy, aiming to extract mana through penetration.
As a cock-thick tentacle probed her entrance, it recoiled—singed black at the tip.
A pre-cast protection spell had triggered.
"Heh heh. Chastity ward. Good thing I set it."
A week ago, tentacles had nearly claimed her millennium-preserved virginity. (Alisa had saved her.) Even then, the ward held—barely—against a magic-using beast. She'd since upgraded it, learning her lesson.
Why preserve virginity? Mages prized it; exclusive spells required it. Plus, it prevented unwanted pregnancy—a two-for-one deal. Losing it meant forfeiting those spells, so she guarded it fiercely.
Just wait for Lena. Fifteen minutes left, maybe?
Tentacles kneaded her modest breasts, spraying more aphrodisiac from the walls—pssh♡ pssh♡—while needle-thin ones pricked her skin. But her flesh was warded. No penetration. Even if they broke through, her internal mana would neutralize the drugs.
Thwarted, the tentacles eyed her asshole as a last resort.
As a milk-scented tendril delved deep—zap! It shuddered back.
"Warded there too~"
The rectal mana vein sat high in the colon (near the womb's recess). As a mage—and biological female—warding such a sensitive spot was obvious. Not as robust as her chastity spell, but sufficient.
The innards quivered—frustrated or enraged. Grrrrrrglk! The worm bellowed; the roar echoed clearly to Rin.
"...Uh... um..."
A twinge of unease. And then—a tentacle smack♡ed her ass.
"Eek?!"
Rin yelped. The others joined in, whipping her cheeks relentlessly. Smack! Smack! Whap!
"Guhk?!"
Sex-focused tentacles, so the blows lacked raw power. Her skin's basic ward prevented real injury. But it hurt. Wards blocked only weak pricks and scratches—not armor.
Confirmed unharmed, every tentacle-arm turned on her, lashing like whips. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"W-Wait! That hurts! Ouch?! Eek?! Again?! Seriously, stop—eek?!?!"
Splat! Splat! Splat! Slick with aphrodisiac, the impacts stung worse.
Rin half-whined in pain—a millennium-old elf, beaten like this? Unthinkable.
"Daring to spank my ass. You should count your blessings... Ow?!"
Whap!! This one cracked her breast. The sharp sting made her surrender with a cry.
"Fine! I get it! No more spanking! Use my ass! Asshole's fair game!"
No virginity there. The mana vein was deep; releasing the entrance ward would suffice—they couldn't reach her colon.
Win-win. So Rin, still bound, wriggled her hips and dispelled the anal ward. (Deactivation cost no extra mana.) To signal it, she clenched and relaxed her sphincter teasingly.
Pain sucked. Endure whippings till rescue? No welts, but red marks everywhere. Lena would give that pitiful look again.
So Rin twitched her fuzzy little pucker♡ invitingly, drawing eyes. Vulgar as hell, but better than spanking.
The tentacles noticed; the beating halted. One nosed her asshole.
"Y-Yeah... that's it... hurry... ass instead of spanking... Oh?!"
Squelch! Smoother than expected, it slid into her anus.
Rin winced at the foreign fullness, like taking a dump. Then, as if waiting, the tentacle deep in her rectum sprayed aphrodisiac.
"Wait... oh... haa... w-warm...?"
Her guts heated up. Less pleasure, more bowel warmth with a faint urge to evacuate. Different from the sprayed stuff.
But she felt nothing else—probably harmless. Wards blocked deep intrusion anyway. Entrance only, at worst. And she was desensitized. No climaxes here. She wasn't some idiot woman squirting mana in ecstasy.
Convinced of her ironclad immunity, Rin had traded her vital asshole to dodge spanking—and stayed utterly nonchalant.
That conviction laid the foundation for her defeat.