Chapter 388: Eve of the Storm
She'd told me before that she was terrified of rats, but hey, it was a dead one, so I figured, "Dead rat, no big deal."
Something flashed right in front of my eyes, and before I knew it, the damn thing had knocked every single member of my household flat on their asses.
"Aigoo, fuck!"
"Sis, come on, that kinda language from a lady...?"
"Shut it! Y-you think that's what matters right now?!"
Urga sis was putting on quite the show, emphasizing just how much she hated rats—couldn't even control her own body and ended up plopping right on her ass.
Like a sparrow darting between scarecrows, Eleonora zipped through us like lightning, turning the house into a total wreck before bolting into the old master bedroom piled with junk.
"From now on, you're on guard duty outside! Who the hell brings a rat into their own damn house?!"
"...Showing off the hunt's spoils is only natural."
"You go into your house yelling, 'Look, I caught a rat~' or some shit?!"
"...Ah."
Ah, for fuck's sake!
Leaving behind the elf blinking like she'd just realized something and Urga sis headbutting her in a fit of rage, I headed straight for the storage room.
"Come out now! I told you to throw it away outside!"
"L-lie! It's a lie! That elf's definitely still holding it... You know I'm scared of rats, Master, and you're teasing me again...!!"
"Squeak squeak."
"E-eeeek?!"
Crash!
To test if a horse-shy girl would freak at a pot lid, I squeaked like a rat from my mouth, and junk piled in one corner of the storage room scattered everywhere with a clatter.
"M-Master! R-rat, raaaat?!"
"..."
And in the blink of an eye, Eleonora was trembling in my arms.
The others could kinda keep up, but to a plain old civilian like me, it felt like she'd straight-up teleported if not for the breeze she stirred up.
"That scary, huh?"
"Rats... strung up on a string like a line of babies...!"
"...Yeah, that'd be pretty gross."
She flipped out over even one, but with over a dozen dangling like dried squid, it'd feel like staring at a multi-headed snake for a normal person.
Of course, Eleonora could've hacked those heads off like Hercules from the myths.
"But separate from your rat phobia, ditching your Master and running off is pretty damn cheeky, don't you think?"
"A-ahh...♥"
Squelch...
My household sow-exclusive tranquilizer—my cock—slid into her hot, steaming pussy, and sticky lust started creeping back onto Eleonora's still-pale, terrified face.
We were standing toe-to-toe like this for insertion, no other women around, so she had me all to herself, and my tranquilizer was working its magic.
"...I'm sorry. Every time I see a rat, my ears sting like punishment. Hngh...♥"
Taller than me, Eleonora didn't need me bending my knees or adjusting—just a few hip thrusts, and my upright cock plunged puuk into her platinum blonde pussy.
"Haaah... I-I should be serving you...!"
"I said it's punishment. No Violet around today, so you're my jerk-off toy, cocksleeve, and portable toilet. Got it?"
"A-ahh... That kinda reward...?!"
She'd held that spot even before Violet showed up, but I didn't bother saying it.
"As my jerk-off toy: no cumming till I say so, no pissing yourself, no serving, no actions but what I command. Everything else forbidden."
"Th-that?!"
So yeah, this was real punishment.
Today, Eleonora was nothing more or less than a human sex toy, a handy toilet for whenever I felt like unloading.
"...Even now, clenching your pussy?"
"Th-this is just... 'cause I'm excited, Master... Treating me like a tool... I can't stop getting turned on..."
"Now it's my fault?!"
Even less forgivable.
"Haaang! N-no, it's not! It's 'cause I'm such a slut, such a slut—hngh... your cock's hitting my womb...♥"
My cock scraped every ridge and bump inside her without mercy, then slammed straight for her womb, making Eleonora's body shudder.
"Gonna walk like this, so wrap your legs around my waist."
"Y-yes, yeees...♥"
Squeeze...♥
The second I finished, her legs hooked around my waist, and her arms wrapped my neck.
"Guess those tits make full body contact impossible."
Whoa! Pretty sure I've seen this pose in tango or somethin'! 😍
Her overwhelming weight and bounce kept her face from burying in my shoulder, leaving the posture a bit awkward, but I felt her full body weight as I thrust a few more times and creampied her.
"...♥"
"Said no cumming."
"I-I didn't! Hngh, didn't cuuum...♥"
Liar! 😂
'Yeah, tell me about it.'
I'd know if this pussy—fully molded to my cock, my personal fuckhole—was cumming or not.
But with stuff to do today and the location being what it was, I didn't call her out. Instead, I started walking, one step at a time.
"Hngh, haaah...♥"
"Hey, since when do jerk-off toys make noise?"
"...♥"
Stepping out of the storage room with Eleonora still impaled on me, sure enough, Urga sis and the elf stared at us in utter disbelief.
"Knew it. Couldn't wait to fuck at a time like this."
"Hey, this is punishment—and a tranquilizer dose."
"Hmph, punishment my ass. That slut tempted you, right? You give your cock away to any hole that spreads wide enough."
"...Punish me too."
You, shut up.
Urga sis shoved the elf's lime-green head down like she was trying to keep her out, but the elf popped up like a weed here and there, desperately shoving her face in.
Human whack-a-mole: sis presses, elf dodges and pokes her head back up.
"...But what's this?"
"What's what?"
"This thing."
Couldn't see in this position, so Urga sis, done pressing the elf's head, reached for my shoulder. Something ended up in her hand, dangling into my view.
"What... is this a thong?"
"Thong?"
Eek! Why's that here?! 😱
Weirdly familiar shape, and SD Character screaming with a flushed face.
Even this shameless giggler gets embarrassed about her own kinks.
"Carrying around trash like this? You store this crap in the shed too?"
So mean! So meaaan! Trash?! 😭
Glancing at the thong in Urga sis's hand triggered its info in front of my eyes.
◈ Carrying it around might bring unexpected luck?
The thong panties SD Character once tried trading for mine. No real use, so it'd sat in storage—must've fluttered out in Eleonora's chaos and stuck to me.
"Gimme that."
"...Whose panties is this? Spill—who else spread her pussy to tempt you? Confess now while I'm offering a chance."
"...Me."
"Shut your trap!"
Like that "shut up!" meme, the elf took a fist to the crown and flopped over. Cartoon-style lump on her head, out cold, but still breathing—phew, not dead.
"Heh, was thinking of making sis wear it later. See? Same as yours, just different color..."
"Eek...?!"
Before she finished, Urga sis slapped her hands over the black knot on her hips. I snickered, snatched the dangling thong from her hand, and tied it around my wrist.
Wh-what are you doing?! Why tie it on your wrist...?! 🤯
'They say carrying a condom in your wallet brings money luck—same logic, tying a thong to your wrist can't hurt.'
SD Character ignored me and started slapping the cheeks of a blonde "Pia" doll instead.
And then, ahem.
Turning, Urga sis—face a bit red—spoke up.
"Ahem, just say the word, and I-I could wear something even sluttier..."
"Like what?"
"L-like?! Uh, y'know... panties with the crotch wide open... or a bra so skimpy with holes for the nipples it's not even underwear—what kinda talk is this?!"
Urga sis fled to the kitchen.