CHAPTER 305: The Elf Who Wants to Rape
Is this proof of the saying that teaching one thing lets them grasp ten?
Or is she just showing off the results of all the lessons so far? The elf, who had been sitting astride me like a chair, suddenly springs to her feet.
But her face is so impassive—it's impossible to tell if she's angry, sad, or just messing with me. Aside from a faint tremor in her eyes, I can't read her emotions at all.
So I take a step back, feigning fear, and say to the elf,
"H-how about we call it a draw?"
"…I went easy on you, just to see how far you'd climb, and you tease me again."
"When did I?"
"…My pussy, my lower mouth— all you have to do is shoot your thick seed to fertilize my eggs, you pathetic cum-pump, and you have the nerve to tease me."
From her words, it seems the weakling like me dared to call her strong self's body part by such a crude term, and she finds it insolent. The elf parts her lips slightly, licking her own lips, which must be slick with the saliva I stole from her.
"…Even your spit makes me go into heat, like I'm begging you to fuck me, and you lie and say no, you're bad— and yet you still tease me."
"Hng… So, you gonna shut my mouth with that pussy? How? You're a virgin with no experience— how do you plan to—"
Once again, my vision fills with pale green scenery.
But if the earlier view had hints of curiosity and lust, what's unfolding before me now is like the lush grass of our farm's back mountain—no, a verdant meadow where princesses might frolic.
And as a sweet melon scent wafts into my nose, her thighs fill the edges of my sight. Then, a stronger melon aroma engulfs me completely as the grassy field overwhelms my nose.
"…Huuu, human male… Looking down at you like this, it feels like I'm raping you— so thrilling. Now, with this…"
"You gonna shut my mouth with that?"
"…Can't I?"
Aigoo, the mood was perfect.
While I've become something of an expert at silencing with kisses, it seems she lacks confidence when it comes to shoving her pussy in my face just to shut me up— not even for sex.
The moment she said it felt like rape, she should've just planted her ass on my face. But this airheaded elf is even asking my permission.
But that's all the better for me.
I reach a hand toward the crotch of the elf, who's kneeling with her ass slightly raised above me.
"…Don't cross the line. If I want, I could ignore the lessons and rape your cock senseless until you cry, until you fertilize my eggs, human."
In response to the elf flaunting her dripping pussy right in my face, I say nothing— instead, I gently rub her labia minora with both hands.
"…Nng, what… are you doing?"
"Shutting my mouth with it is fine, but even that needs preparation. You wouldn't know as a virgin, so I'm checking for myself."
At the stimulation on her pussy— from the hands of a human she just met today, no less, a man whose dick she's allowed to her sacred spot— and the fact that it's the first time a male has touched her there, the elf's pussy grows even more excited. Transparent love juices, thick with melon scent like precum from a cock, trickle from her soaked folds down her thighs.
"…Rape… does it need more? Can't we just… like this? My pussy's ready."
"Hey now! You think rape's that easy? Rape is all about the one getting fucked getting one-sided pleasure, so if you want to make me your stud, you gotta give me pleasure on par with that to win my heart! Think of it as setting up an outpost to conquer me?"
"…Conquer? Check my pussy, and you'll see… right?"
Conquer— meaning I could become hers, like her property. Embarrassed, she tries to push away my hand fiddling with her pussy, but her ears start flapping wildly again.
"Showing it off won't conquer me, but it'll at least make me tense. Like, 'Oh, I'm getting eaten by this pussy~'— I'll desperately hold back the pleasure, but…"
"…You'll have no choice but to cum in my pussy."
Once more, she shows off her airheaded side, her strong melon scent filling the air.
"…Pregnancy… If you cum so helplessly and knock me up… human, you'll have no choice but to be mine, the father of my child, my husband… So right now, human, get raped by me…!"
But filling her head with such positive thoughts could make her cross the line in another way, so I deliberately lower my voice to a stern tone and add,
"But what if I check it out and it's not satisfying? Then I'll get raped for life, but you'll never win my heart."
"…Gulp."
She wants to rape, her tastes run that way sexually, but she hates the idea of me hating her? Is this that pure-love rape I've heard about?
I grab her quivering thighs, pushing them farther apart as if to say "spread 'em," and she obediently parts her legs.
"Nng… Human, my… pussy… human hands…"
"It's just a check, no need to get upset."
"I'll… punish you hard… later…!"
With her fingers spreading her labia minora left and right, her virgin pussy lays bare its inner pinkness and hymen for me to see. Ashamed, yet she stares straight at me.
My dick's gotta be rock hard. Seeing her thighs this soaked, she's clearly in heat too.
She could fuck this helpless human anytime, but her actions make it seem like I'm some lord, and it looks like that's pissing her off a bit.
Of course, that's why I laid down the threat of her maybe getting hated beforehand.
But reacting now would backfire, so I ignore her gaze looking down at me and peer into her pussy.
"Hmm…"
"…How is it? Can you… rape it? Can I pounce?"
"Hold still… I'll know in a bit."
"Nngh…!"
Her mind's racing, but I'm dragging it out, and she looks desperate— her hands hover near my head, debating whether to grab it.
Gonna pull my head in and smother my mouth with her pussy? Looks like she's learned her own way of raping(?) from that earlier kiss.
'Even just parting it a little, and there's this gaping hole inside— yeah, she's definitely starved for it.'
Just touching her lips makes her tremble and squirt juices, which points to it, but she might just be a squirter by nature, so I was letting that slide.
Eleonora leaks piss from a light touch too, after all— the world has all kinds of constitutions, and elves probably do too.
But spreading her pussy open and peering inside, seeing her urethral opening below shaped like it's gripping a thick wooden rod or pipe, proudly displaying her hymen— that moment, I was convinced this elf had been truly famished for a long time.
"…Letting it hang open like this, it's amazing how it seals right back up."
"…Elves have sensitive hands, so when we take a male's cum, it can't leak out— we clench like this."
"Ah."
Meaning their fertility is low, so they evolved that way naturally?
'But damn, what a relief.'
'That this starved elf is such a pure one.'
In subculture terms, the airheaded type?
If she didn't have that ditzy beauty like her face suggests, I'd probably have been jumped already and turned into her real stud.
'And it gives me a foothold to make my move on her.'
With my mind made up, as her hand reaches for the back of my head, I poke her pussy with my fingertip and ask,
"By the way, it shakes like this every time I touch— is it from fear?"
"Hmph, calling me a coward now won't work. If we're judging that way, your dick's shaking too— even if I'm not scared, it's natural for a human to fear getting eaten by me."
Thinking I'm scared, she crosses her arms, propping up her underboobs like Eleonora, puffing up proudly. Her blank face makes it not annoying, though.
Good enough? Done checking?!
Her eyes looking down at me seem to say that.
I ignore it too, pretending to touch the juices running down her thighs, stroking her quivering flesh like a salmon in spawning season—
This time, sliding my fingers up the source of her wetness, rubbing her pussy mound firmly, and ask,
"But I don't squirt piss like this?"
"…Not piss. How can you call this piss when you have experience, you big dumb-dicked human."
Can't hold back anymore? Her clenched pussy twitches visibly, and I decide to pull the trigger on this rape-fetish elf.
"Yeah, I'm human, so I don't know— just learned elves can breed with humans and have kids. You call yourself an elf and don't know that?"
"…Climbing again, provoking me… Naughty human, I let your mouth run and you get cheekier. I'll show you myself…!"
Grab. Hands wrap around the back of my head, and at the same time, a strong melon scent floods my nose and mouth— my lips make first contact with that soft, fleshy fruit.