The Long and Perilous Path of the Pussy
Rummaging through the doghouse for a moment, the Elf pulls out something astonishing: baby rats strung together on a string like dried filefish, at least 20 or 30 of them by eye alone—not just one or two.
"Oh..."
"...Slept a lot during the day yesterday, so had energy through the night and morning..."
Even accounting for the Elf living in the forest and showing up with a bow and arrows, I'd figured maybe five at most, ten if lucky. But here she was, exceeding my expectations by two or three times over.
Of course, considering a pair of rats can produce 1,250 pups a year with eight pregnancies, this was ridiculously low in theory.
But compared to the brazen cats that wouldn't touch the nursing piglets and instead stole newborns to squat on our farm generation after generation, this was a harvest beyond compare in cost-effectiveness.
"...Did good?"
The Elf herself, however, still seemed oblivious to how impressive her feat was, tilting her head with that same blank expression.
"Eek?!"
I wiped all the semen from my hands onto Violet's asshole and skin, then patted the head of the Elf who was still crunching away at the dog food kibble. (With a clean hand, of course, not the one I'd used to wipe.)
"Did good. Very good."
"...Really? Then can rape now?"
Per our deal, I'd tasked the Elf with rat pup extermination on the farm, and in return, she got the right to take my seed.
But that signature blankness couldn't be helped—she was asking the victim for rape permission again.
Violet shot her a look like she couldn't believe it, but I ignored it and addressed the Elf, who was humming with excitement like she might die if she didn't get fucked right then.
"For a first haul, it's extremely impressive. You could lie down right here and get raped with no complaints. You did really good."
"...Then can fuck now?"
"Of course. You've done such a good deed—you deserve a reward. Even in an orchard, a year's hard work lets you pluck the fruits hanging heavy on the trees. How could an Elf not pluck a human cock?"
"...♪"
Though I'd defined my relationship with Violet as master and livestock, was it the saintly aura from her origins?
The Elf called me "hubby" as her mate but puffed out her chest just a bit, subtly checking Violet.
"Don't fall for it! Elves are such lewd race! She might look a bit dim, but if you have sex with her..."
Violet, who'd agreed to a day of pussy life, kept getting worked up as women popped out of nowhere—or maybe she was genuinely worried for me.
She scurried to my side, tugging my arm to separate me from the Elf, grunting with effort.
But the Elf, next to Urga in beastliness, found this bitch trying to steal her seed annoying and hugged my arm tight.
"...Won't trick you. And you're lacking... in tits."
"Wh-what did you saaaay?!"
True to her blankness, the Elf stabbed right at someone else's complex.
She even shoved her hand into her cleavage-baring top, pulling out a pair of fatty masses incomparable to Violet's, then sandwiched my arm between them.
Like beasts in courtship, emphasizing "I'm better than her" to claim the mate—focusing on what Violet lacked.
"Th-this...?!"
Violet tried to appeal her plump ass, but the Elf's perfect birthing hips and rear—bouncing them right in her face—made tears well in Violet's eyes.
She didn't want to admit it, but instinctively knew she'd lost to the bitch before her.
In this farm, who could Violet beat in body?
Now even a Elf she'd just met today was pointing it out, and furious beyond endurance, Violet desperately rubbed her meager tits on my arm like a last-ditch struggle.
Of course, it only evoked pity from onlookers.
The Elf, looking smug, suddenly shoved her face close—somewhere she'd seen it before, expression aside—and asked:
"...Can rape now?"
"Did I say no? I've been saying yes. Just one thing first..."
"...?"
"Don't fall for it! That Elf just wants to steal Master's seed, eek—♥"
I grabbed Violet's tantrum-throwing shoulder, spun her around, and plunged into her sticky rear pussy like it had been waiting.
Her nagging voice, like a minister advising a lecherous king, shifted to shock then ecstasy.
"...Betrayal? Can't forgive. Give cock."
"H-hng... Y-yes! The Goddess called Elves lewd, so saints like Saint Claire warned boys: long-eared demons steal seed, beware green hell—hiiik...♥"
"..."
At tales of kidnapping boys for seed with no lie or twist, the Elf dodged awkwardly, but Violet—high on superiority from taking my cock—tried to guide my hand to her chest.
"Hey now."
"Eh-wha...?"
But suddenly, my cock slipped from her depths again, and Violet's eyes went wide with loss, staring desperately.
"Wh-why?! Saying I'm not lewd again?! Master sees—c-cock likes my lewdness, swelling so grandly..."
"You're misunderstanding. That was just cleaning my cock—not for your pussy."
"Wh...? No w-way... Even now, poking so nice in my asshole...?!"
Now Violet stared like I'd betrayed her.
I ignored her gaze, stripped off my clothes in a flash, and offered my cock to the Elf kneeling before me.
"How's it look?"
"...Clean. Not livestock—cock cleaner."
"Quiet down! M-Master! Use me! Please use meee!"
"Haulp!"
Aaaah?!
With Violet's cute scream, the Elf opened wide and swallowed my cock whole into her mouth.
"N-no... You should cum in me...?!"
"Slurrrp, cock cleaner, chuuuuurp,pop! Loser shut up."
"It's m-mine...!!"
Unfazed by seeing Violet take my cock in her ass moments ago, the Elf wasn't just teasing foreplay.
Eyes upturned to me, she extended her long tongue, licking eagerly, overwriting Christia's and Violet's scents with her own.
Once she'd massaged my cock down her throat and soaked it fully in her saliva,
She finally spat it out with a satisfied snort.
"...Yeah, done. Now just thrust."
"Good. Then hands on that wall."
"...Yeah, huh?"
Proving her arousal, she slapped palms on the pigsty wall at my words—but tilted her head at something off.
"...Rape—you do it?"
"Right. Rape."
"...Then why I get thrust into? I... pound... no?"
"Hey, think rape's just knocking down and pounding?!"
Well, actually yes.
Why's rape a crime? The word means forcing sex.
Even if her first "rape" waited for my okay before she fucked me, the Elf still tilted her head like something was wrong.
Even Violet stared in disbelief, so I had to word this carefully.
I met the Elf's eyes—burning like "pregnancy" in left, "sex" in right—and pointed at Violet, who gawked the same.
"Ahem, look at the situation! I just fucked this sow! Right?"
"...Yeah."
"But I planned to creampie her rear pussy good. You know it's not for breeding, but she's a sow, not breeding slave—cut me slack."
"...So? I... interrupted?"
True to her blank genius, she got my sophistry instantly, deflating.
I stroked her ass, rubbing my cock in her crack.
"Hng..."
"Yeah, I was gonna fuck her, but you demanded rape and made me pull out! Not physically, but forcing pullout then forcing into you—kinda rape too!"
As if this bullshit would fly.
Violet now eyed us expectantly, wanting to see me ravaged by the Elf.
"...No way... it works!"
But the Elf's retort made Violet reel like she'd lost her mind, and I kept stroking her ass, enjoying the crack.
"Like I said yesterday, winning my heart needs insight. Rape isn't just you blindly pounding—got it?"
"...Yeah, so hurry, hurry...!"
The Elf's anxious breaths grew hotter.