Elf Who Wants to Rape
Just heading up the Back Mountain with a light heart, only to end up belly-to-belly with the elf I found there—who in the world would believe that?
Probably no one. Not even Eleonora or Urga would buy it.
After all, as the SD Character had explained, elves were such reclusive types they rarely ever left their forests.
Eleonora might've laid eyes on one before, or maybe not—but the image of elves in her head probably wasn't far off from what I'd imagined.
...Probably.
"...How's it feel, human? Think you can cum? Gonna gulp down human semen, half-elf fertilizer straight into my womb?"
"Mmph...!"
While I was lost in thought for a moment, the elf writhing atop me in instinctual, lewd abandon—looking every bit the ravished princess knight—turned to me as I averted my gaze and spoke up.
"...The more you provoke and seduce me like that, the more it's hurting you. Why can't you see that?"
Every time I deliberately looked away and clamped my mouth shut, the elf bit down hard on her lower lip—as if mirroring my sealed mouth—while sneering at me, her pussy walls clenching and kneading my cock.
Honestly, for all her sneering, the way her inner walls squeezed and massaged my cock made it hard to tell if she was taunting me or just worried. Her voice had been husky-free from the start, flat as ever.
"...Nngh, so good... Human cock, defiling my virginity... the human cock I defiled...♥"
I could only judge by watching her now, grinding away like a pestle in a mortar, drool spilling from her mouth without restraint.
Would she even catch the rats plaguing our farm like this? Or would I just end up getting milked dry for my cum?
The thought crossed my mind for a second, but thinking of her as a foreign laborer put my mind at ease.
After all, I'd seen plenty of them growing up alongside Dad—strange tongues that weren't quite English chattering away between him and them.
At least this elf could communicate with me. No weird "why on ree cut cut cut" bullshit.
"...Human, you keep ignoring me. Your body's honest, but that mouth of yours stays shut."
"Mmph?!"
Schlurp!!
With a sharp smack, the elf slammed her hips down hard onto my cock.
Whether the initial penetration pain had fully faded or she felt obligated to clean up the blood she'd caused herself—
She wiped away the trickle of blood coating my shaft with her pussy, then lifted her ass slightly.
Next, she grabbed my chin and yanked it toward her glistening cock—slick with her juices, faintly bloody at first but now overwhelmed by a thick melon scent.
"...See? Clean again. Good girl, right? I made your human cock nice and spotless."
"..."
She'd learned by now. Leaving the hand that had been gagging me in place—to keep me from responding—she kept talking.
"...Not gonna answer? Pervert. You wanna get punished again? Even while getting raped, you wanna act up and get punished?"
Lewd bitch.
Now annoyed that I wouldn't respond, was she about to shake her hips smack-smack again?
The elf seemed even more aroused by my limp position beneath her, cock standing tall as I lay speechless. She reared back to bounce—then suddenly paused, as if struck by an idea, and said to me:
"...Thirsty?"
"..."
"...Yeah, if you're thirsty, can't be helped. Dry throat means your dick shrivels up. That'd be a problem."
"..."
This wasn't some doll play—she was still clamping my mouth shut with her own hand, yet chattering away solo like she was beating drum and gong both.
But if I was gonna play the role of the violated victim, I had to commit.
Seizing the moment as she grabbed my hand to pull my upper body up, I swatted away the hand gagging me and shot back at her.
"Think this counts as rape just 'cause you're doing this?"
"...Not rape? Look, I'm gobbling up your human cock right now?"
"Yeah, but it's not enough. Way not enough!"
"...What else is left?"
...Rape is hard.
Honestly, was there even anything left? Rape meant forced violation by definition—so the moment consent entered the picture, it wasn't rape anymore.
She'd had her fill of ravaging me for a bit. Now it was my turn to ravage her.
I grabbed her hips as she tried to grind, halting her.
She shot me a glance, of course—clearly annoyed at the interruption to her pleasure (my personal read, anyway).
Did she think I was trying to run now? Her expression was hard to read, but she glared at me with the ferocity of a snarling feral cat, refusing to let up.
"...You're in for it. Keep that up, and I'll pound you till you never stand on two legs again...!"
"Not telling you to stop. Just thirsty."
"...Thirsty? Then water..."
"Water's right here."
"?"
She tilted her head, reaching for the water bottle tumbled among her discarded clothes—not sure what I meant.
Was that tilt pure confusion? I'd parse it later. For now, I roughly seized her tits like they were mine.
"...Too late for resistance now...?"
Still convinced she was the one raping me, she thrust her tits out defiantly—as if to say "fat chance"—but grew puzzled at how I mashed them together. Curiosity piqued,
she raised her arms high, clasping her hands behind her head to thrust her chest out proudly.
"...Suck all you want, no milk's coming... not yet."
That "not yet" dangled like a hint: make it happen. She even jiggled her tits teasingly to drive it home.
But,
"...Wh-what're you doing? Why?"
Slurp...
"...S-spit... You're pooling my spit on my tits and drinking it...?!"
What I'd targeted was the puddle of saliva that had trickled from her mouth earlier—down her chin, neck, pooling in her collarbone, then streaming like a rivulet into her cleavage every time she shook her hips.
"...Sto-stop... don't drink it."
Slurp. "Why not? Thirsty means drink, right?"
"...I-I'll give you water, there's water here, drink that, not this, your dick, your dick."
At the sight of me burying my face in her cleavage and lapping up her own drool, the elf's stoic face and eyes finally flickered with change.
Her ears twitched obviously. Her mouth spat flustered lines even as the corners tugged upward slyly. Those lust-drenched eyes—plastered with "sex" and "creampie"—now glinted with embarrassment and dismay.
"So you won't share even a drop of your spit with the guy slurping it up?"
"...D-don't eat that...! It's... bad for you...!"
"Hey now, you're raping me! If you're raping me, you gotta provide your spit like 'kehuhu, all you get is my pussy juice and drool!'"
"...No, that's different from this...?!"
Kissing me and drooling into my mouth, making me lick and suck her pussy—those were her leading, with a bit of my guidance. But this? Purely my spur-of-the-moment move. I was driving.
"...What, you love doing it to me but crumble when it's done to you?"
"...Don't underestimate me. I'll climb on top again and punish you."
Her face flushing crimson, she yanked my head deep into her tits—"if you like 'em so much, suffocate"—and resumed shaking her ass side to side.
"...Insolent human. Call me cute once, and you keep crawling up."
"Ngh...?"
Eleonora's pussy was an all-rounder—serving me while flaunting her own slutty side.
Urga's overwhelming grip milked me dry, then melted into tender service—a reversal charm.
This elf's? Pure predator pussy. Stirring primal breeding urges, squeezing cum out while sending chills down my spine—like a mantis eyeing her mate.
Separate from that innocent face oozing natural charm, her evolved depths tormented any intruding cock relentlessly, seducing seed while craving to devour the spent male post-climax.
Independent of milking me, it yearned to cradle my cock forever, to fuse eternally—granting endless pleasure.
Freshly deflowered, and already like this—what horrors awaited once she adapted? For now, to mark it: this pussy's mine.
I gripped her waist and shoulders, thrusting up in sync with her rhythm.
"...Nngh, s-slutty! So slutty! Getting raped and you move your hips?!"
"Think I'll just take it lying down? Let's see—my twenty kids first, or your womb bursting?"
"...Gonna cum? Tryna fill it? Pump my pussy, my baby pouch full of human cum?"
She peered down with crescent eyes, half-lidded in focus—not caring about my "defiance," fixated on breeding her kind first.
"...Get ready. I'll rape you nonstop later, fuck you senseless anytime."
"If your womb doesn't burst first!"
"...Cocky... bastaaard...♥"
And as her trembling ears drew close in an embrace, I nipped one lightly—
Spurt, splurt,
"...C-cum... cum, love it... so hot, making a half-elf in me, flooding my womb, hot and good, forcing the human to seed me, impregnating...♥"
Sensing my climax instinctively, her pussy clenched with all its might around my cock. At that instant, my forced load—human seed bent on half-elf birth, interspecies breeding—gushed into her womb.
The elf wrapped arms and legs tight around me, urging it deeper. Just like Christia had.
"...Interspecies breeding, me an elf, raping a human male to make half-elves... making them...♥"
How many minutes passed with her crushing embrace threatening to pulverize me?
Her limbs shivered like rabbit ears—then flopped limp like a dead battery.
"...Bit my ear, meanie."
"What, thought the rapee wouldn't bite back? Gotta chomp something to escape."
"...That... hii... Rape's harder than it looks. I'm beat..."
She collapsed backward. I gently laid her down, then yanked my cock free from her tightening pussy before it could seal in the load.
"...Waste. Shoulda kept it in and kept cumming... till I'm knocked up."
"Scary shit you're spouting."
With all the pussies in the world to fuck!
Uttering such trash so casually, I rummaged her clothes for some blanket—I dunno what it was made of—and draped it over her naked form.
"...Don't go."
"What, you think I'm going far? You know I ain't leaving. Don't forget our deal—catch those rats, bring 'em for inspection."
"...Then we can rape again?"
Consent-raped from the victim herself.
I teased her sealed-tight pussy—virgin-fresh despite the pounding, not a drop leaking—with a finger.
"Who knows? Like I said, catch 'em good and hard, and I might end up wandering the forest buck-naked before I know it."
"!!"
Even like this, not a drop? I tried prying with fingers, but the bred pussy refused to yield—desperate to hoard every bit.
I pulled my cum-smeared fingers to her mouth. She sucked them clean, mumbling around them:
"...Yeah, I'll do my best. So you can fuck me again...!"
Even a tough elf needed recovery after her first time. Praising her pussy with a few smacks from my palm, I headed out of the cave.