Chapter 334
Chapter 334
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 334
Chapter Title: Carrot and Stick #8
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I thought I'd grown accustomed to most pains in life, but the agony from swallowing Elfride's flame far exceeded my expectations.
It felt like my body was shattering apart and being rebuilt. Like a red-hot poker piercing my lower abdomen from the inside out.
Part of me wanted to thrash around and scream, but if I let go like that, I'd collapse before sunrise.
So I gritted my teeth, forcing my mind to hold steady against the torment.
Of course, what kept my sanity from crumbling was Elfride's presence.
". . ."
She chanted incantations I couldn't comprehend. The longer her spell went on, the fiercer the flames raged inside me.
To escape the pain, I buried my face in her nape or slipped my hand inside her negligee to stroke her back.
". . ."
Elfride didn't stop me. She just kept chanting silently, focused on her task.
If only more skin could touch.
So I slowly slid the thin silk straps of her negligee off her shoulders, letting it fall. Her impossibly white shoulder came into view.
Along with it, her surprisingly full, beautifully shaped breasts appeared before my eyes, pink areolas and nipples oddly erect.
". . ."
But she covered them with her hand mid-chant, so the view lasted only a few seconds.
I pushed her onto the bed and fumbled to press my bare chest against her skin.
The more flesh met flesh, the more the searing flames in my body vented through her. I lifted her arms overhead.
Her hands shifted from her breasts, revealing pale, ample mounds right before me.
They jiggled.
Grabbing that softness, the unexpected warmth and pliancy eased the pain in my gut a little.
This was my only way to endure the night.
The thought hit me like instinct. I buried my face between her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples and areolas.
"Ng-."
A strange moan slipped into her chant. Emboldened, I took a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue.
To think I was groping and licking the breasts of Elfride—whom I'd only glimpsed over her shoulder, once my slave owner. A twisted mix of conquest and taboo clouded my mind.
Endorphins must be dulling the pain.
I focused solely on lavishing her breasts with licks and sucks.
Shutting out all senses but that, the poker-like torment in my abdomen felt somewhat soothed.
I'd worried she'd resist, but surprisingly, she watched impassively, almost detached.
Still, something felt missing.
My hands hiked up her negligee from her lower belly and thighs, inching toward the space between her clenched legs.
Firm yet plush thighs. They resisted slightly as I pried them apart, but only briefly.
They parted.
Like wings unfolding, Elfride's thighs spread wide under my hands.
Black lace panties nestled there—not the same pair from before, judging by the ribbons and lace.
But the underwear wasn't the point. What lay beyond was.
Yet with it right there, my hands hesitated.
Maybe she knew this would happen. She'd said learning magic from her would change everything.
She was right. Giving in to pain and instinct would alter so many relationships.
That's why I froze.
Whether she sensed my turmoil or not, her legs hooked over my shoulders, one ankle each.
Distracted as I was, I wasn't too dumb to grasp the invitation.
". . ."
She stopped chanting.
"Luna's a good girl. If it were me, I wouldn't yield or forgive. Good things are for keeping, not sharing."
"Why bring up Luna now...?"
"But calling me a stray cat? That's rude. By rights, I come first."
"What are you even—"
"Shut it. Just hold me. You want to, right? Stripping me like this. You instinctively know sharing mana through coupling is best."
Instinct?
She was right.
I instinctively knew uniting with Elfride was the only way to share this gut-wrenching pain.
Rustle.
"You spineless coward."
She kneaded her own soft breasts. That sight shattered what reason I had left.
Even so, I mustered transcendent endurance beyond human limits—as befits one ascending to godhood.
"No, this... I can't..."
Her brows furrowed.
"I said there'd be a condition to learning magic. Make me your first wife. That's my price."
"My wife? You...?"
"You hate me. Who else would become your first family, only to die by your hand? So love me most from today."
"...Is that really okay with you?"
"Hassan, would I do this with a man I hate? You still don't get it?"
Tears welled in her ruby-red eyes.
Elfride crying? My mind blanked.
The searing pain vanished; all I saw was her tears.
"I'm first. So why run? I treated you well. Why say those things to me?"
Elfride wept.
Her, who seemed untouched by tears or emotion.
Like she had a heart of iron.
Surrounded by men, she'd always been aloof—yet here she was, crying beneath me. Unreal.
"Right after we met, you cozy up with that pink-haired Luna. You've never smiled at me like that. Just nagged me daily."
Her emotions erupted like a volcano, long-buried magma bursting uncontrollably.
"Using the money I gave for food to buy your freedom and run."
Swish.
Her arms wrapped my neck, pulling me close. Legs locked around my waist like iron shackles.
"But now, you're mine. No matter what anyone says."
Her face met mine. She bit my lip.
It hurt.
Was this a kiss? She bit briefly, then parted her lips invitingly.
We shared a deep kiss, tongues entwining, savoring each other.
Minutes passed; breathless, I tried pulling back, but her hands on my neck and head held firm.
"Focus on me. Don't run. Coward...!"
"Can you really handle this?"
"You? I'd barely blink. I'm Elfride, witch of fire. Nothing like you, coward."
Her tear-streaked red eyes glared provocatively, still calling me coward. It pissed me off.
Knowing it was bait, I slid my hand slowly up her inner thigh.
Rustle.
Her thighs were warm like fresh-steamed rice cakes.
She twitched cutely with each stroke—pitiful and adorable.
Tremble.
"Hn, hnnng...."
Tough talk aside, her tension was obvious through her thighs. No wonder. I was tense too.
To steady her shakes, I spoke.
"Elfride, without you, I'd have hanged. I never said it, but I've always been grateful."
"If we'd met normally... ng... could we have ended up like this? Like with pink-haired Luna...."
Her words conjured a scene: partying with Elfride, conquering labyrinths, forests, monsters.
*Hassan, you bastard, protect me properly during chants!*
*Speed up your casting. I can't block everything alone.*
Yeah, I could picture it. Fun life, that.
Camping together, stargazing to sleep. Falling in love naturally, kissing, whispering in an inn like this.
"Definitely."
I answered, hand moving.
Past adapting her inner thigh to my palm's warmth, now toward deeper secrets.
"Hah, haa-."
Her breaths quickened like a frightened animal.
I nudged aside the soaked lace panties; my fingers met her slick folds. Her teary eyes widened hugely.
Rustle.
I traced her clenched pussy, soft labia with one finger. Smooth skin, slippery mucus.
"Hyaah...."
She melted with a startled cry. Unfamiliar with stimulation? I leaned down, face between her legs.
Parting the lips, her drenched entrance was so full the hole barely showed. Clearly inexperienced—maybe a virgin.
"Hey, is this your first time...?"
"Hah? Asking something so obvious?"
Elfride, a virgin? Surrounded by men, yet pure.
Kabil, Shizu, Ormet Beth, Jakarta—guys who'd schemed for her—flashed in my mind.
Fucking idiots.
They'd envied my enslavement, tormented me in secret. Probably jerked off fantasizing about her.
Now I was stealing what their efforts failed to claim, right here in this inn. My head spun.
Rustle.
I eased my finger into her entrance carefully.
"Nng...."
Her walls clenched, pushing it out—making my lower half achingly hard.
Unable to hold back, I yanked down my pants, freeing my long-suffering cock.
"T-that big...?"
Elfride eyed my angry erection, legs clamping shut in panic.
"...Last time, it wasn't this big...?"
When was that? I'd been naked around her plenty as a slave.
But then, Dusa's curse left me impotent. First time she'd see me erect, probably.
"Never seen other guys'?"
"Hah, why would I?"
On the bed, she acted the shy maiden. Elves were emotionally numb, right? Made sense why she ignored suitors.
So mine was the first erect cock she'd seen? Thrilling, a sadistic twinge.
"This is going inside you. Right up to here."
I pressed it to her belly. It reached past her navel.
Even I got scared.
Navel? What would that feel like? Elfride's breaths grew ragged too, obvious fear.