Come Here
An elf's body ran warmer than a human's.
I'd always heard that a woman's body was hotter than a man's to begin with… but an elf's temperature seemed a degree or two higher still.
How did they even manage a normal life? Were those pointed ears some kind of radiator for dumping the excess heat?
"That look on your face is incredibly rude. You're insulting me right now, aren't you?"
To my astonishment, Elisa had read my mind perfectly. Elves were said to excel at spirit arts—so the rumors were true! She must have used a spirit to peer straight into my thoughts.
"I can tell just from your expression. You know that goofy face of yours gives everything away, right?"
My face giving everything away? Not to brag, but lying was my specialty.
"There's something off about you. Even with a body and face that beautiful, you're fake."
"I've never put on an act…"
"You might fool Sloan, but you can't fool me. You know what I mean?"
Don't tell me this woman… I knew her insight was sharp, but I never expected it to cut this deep. Had she figured out I was a Demon King?
"You look human, but you're not. Even that bright-looking smile of yours feels manufactured."
"What kind of nonsense is it to say a person's emotions aren't artificial— Whoa!"
Elisa, who had been holding me close, shoved me down onto the bed, seized me by the hair, and forced me upright. Her pale breasts came into view, delicate blue veins faintly visible beneath the white skin.
Her undergarments came undone with a single tug. The fact that she'd managed it with one hand while pinning me down was impressive in itself. Was that elf flexibility at work?
"A person's emotions are natural."
And to my surprise, there was… pity in Elisa's eyes as she said it.
Elisa, the elf who had come from the forest, found herself caught in a guilt she was feeling for the first time.
Not the cheap pity one might spare a refugee—but a pure, personal sense of wrongdoing for what she herself was about to do. She writhed under the knowledge that she was committing something she shouldn't.
Those eyes… he's acting like nothing's wrong, but…
A murky darkness lived in Valli's black pupils.
Eyes like that weren't made in a single moment. They only took shape after you'd lost the people you loved—after you'd lost everything.
Since deciding to follow Sloan, Elisa had seen eyes like those more than once. On a small scale, in the faces of bandits a breath before she took their lives. On a larger scale, in the faces of monsters that had already given up on living.
I've been enjoying this, haven't I.
Putting that look into the eyes of people who tried to harm her and her companions had been genuinely pleasurable. Of course, she never went out of her way to create the situations that produced it—that was the sort of thing only a cruel murderer would do. Making it happen to those who came at her first was more than enough.
What on earth has Valli been through…
Surely she wasn't the one who'd made him this way? For a moment, something heavy settled in Elisa's chest. To have eyes like that…
No. It absolutely isn't because of me.
She pulled herself back to the present. No matter how she turned it over, that didn't seem right. This man had never exactly hidden his fake personality to begin with.
He's been through situations like this more than a few times.
His raw power was on the weaker side. In a fight he relied on astonishing stealth and a dagger, but learning those skills would have meant losing countless times first.
In a world left in ruins by war, there were roughly two ways to learn combat technique. Be born a noble and train under your mother or your vassals. Or join a local militia, build experience, and become a mercenary.
Surprisingly, men had it slightly better than women. Because in this world, when you lost, a woman died—and a man got raped.
He said he wasn't a noble, didn't he.
But Elisa didn't believe that. Valli had almost certainly been nobility. The unique ability only he could use was a precious power that never came out of commoner bloodlines.
The way he denied being a noble, though, suggested his house had fallen. In times like these, that was common enough.
Good heavens. Then how many times has this boy…?
In that world, Valli would have naturally learned to fake his emotions… Eyes like those only formed on the brink of death.
So am I about to invent excuses and wound him all over again?
His age, even generously estimated, was early twenties. Far too young for a fallen noble's son to have already mastered such polished killing techniques.
How many times had he been violated… surviving, clawing to survive again. Those eyes, cut and polished like black obsidian, looked almost empty of feeling.
So I just put this in my mouth, is that it.
Elisa decided she would leave her own footprints over those already-soiled eyes. And for that, she needed to reach down between his legs…
"…What in the world is this."
The meat stick that met her hand was not human-sized.
It was as thick as a raw carrot she'd once eaten, and longer than a cucumber. She couldn't wrap her whole hand around it, and Elisa froze in shock.
"You're short, but your cock is huge?"
She said it trying to sound composed, but she couldn't quite hide the slight tremor in her voice.
Good thing I felt it first. If I'd just tried to put it in, I really might have torn… Still. From now on, this is going inside me.
She swallowed hard without meaning to. What would it feel like, being filled by this enormous cock?
Elisa looked straight into Valli's dead eyes. And to her surprise, looking into them was enjoyable now.
Simply enjoyable. The fact that she was going to take this cock… it pulled her pride right up to the surface.
"D-don't say weird things like that… It makes me feel strange."
"Wow. Do you talk to other women in that tone too?"
"W-what?"
"Unbelievable. You're flirting on pure instinct. No wonder that empty-headed mage girl likes you."
She parted her lips slightly. What an insolent little bastard.
As if he hasn't been servicing all kinds of mediocre women just to get by.
How many times had he worked that small body just to stay alive? It couldn't have been once or twice.
Approaching Sloan was probably for protection too… Being next to her makes you feel instinctively safe. Yahah… Looking at him now, he's genuinely filthy.
So when she gripped his hips and took his cock into her mouth, she felt nothing particular about it. She simply thought of it as something that had to be done.
A nameless sense of duty rose in her—that she had to toy with this lewd man's cock with her tongue. Forgetting entirely why she was supposed to free herself from this place, she tormented this male slut as a member of the Hero Party.
That was all it was. Elisa took Valli's soft thighs in both hands. Then she pulled her head forward. His cock touched her lips.
She didn't even notice her own breath washing over the entire shaft. What was she supposed to do with this filthy pillar of meat?
"Slurp…"
The taste of cock was terrible. Especially to an elf's palate—elves were famous gourmets. Honestly, finding this delicious would have required being a cannibal.
But Elisa didn't stop. She was a million years removed from cannibalism, and yet the lewd elf stuffed the cock into her mouth in a frenzy, like someone starving.
A cock this thick—
"Why are you even putting that in your— mouth!"
His arms free at last, Valli pressed down hard on the crown of her head, straining to push her off. Of course, it did almost nothing.
"Y-you're a strange person… Ngh!"
"Mmph, slurp."
Valli's strength couldn't stop her charge. Beads of sweat formed and slicked her white skin to a shine. Her hair, soaked through, clung to her eyes and blocked her vision.
She had never thought of her long hair as a nuisance before, but in this moment it was nothing but a cumbersome obstacle. Almost irritably sweeping the precious strands aside, she wrapped both arms around his waist.
"Ah… why that expression."
Wearing a look like someone who hadn't eaten in three days, she shook her head back and forth in a frenzy.
So this is a cock. It's hard, and so hot. Hnnnnn. Maybe I shouldn't have put it in my mouth first.
She sucked it down greedily. It was a completely unproductive act, and yet she kept sucking lewdly, without pause.
She used tongue and lips to savor the entire length. It still had no taste. Licking her own forearm would have been far better.
And yet… Elisa didn't stop. Among all the civilized races on the surface, the elves—possessed of the finest intellect—found genuine amusement in stimulating a cock with their tongue.
She could break a man whose eyes said he'd already lived his whole life. She could sexually shatter this small body.
This is better than I expected. This is bad. Am I going to get addicted?
No taste. And so big her jaw ached. Just now the tip had jabbed her throat and forced a few tears out. Her hair got in the way again.
Haa… she was going to have to cut it. She decided then and there not to save it for her future children's bowstrings—choosing immediate comfort and pleasure instead.
The fellatio went on for quite some time.
"Mmph, slurp… ukh, mmph."
"Wait. I—I can't take any more…"
"Mmph?"
"Please, just a second! You have to pull off now! If you don't— uugh!"
Trouble? The moment she'd forced herself on him with flimsy excuses, the trouble had already begun. Spilled water couldn't be gathered back up. She decided not to stop.
As if to tease him, Elisa shook her head even more violently. Green hair the color of forest canopy scattered through the air.
"Ah—I didn't want to come like this!"
Brrrrrrrrrt—! His spine shuddered. At the same time his mind scrambled, then went blank.
A sensation he was meeting for the first time since being born in the Demon Realm… a wordless, total loss of strength washed over him. Even a psychological hollowness came with it, and he thought, very humanly—
So this is ejaculation… I, Demon King Vallitics, just got milked dry by some elf…
Semen was sucked out in thick pulls. Even the last drop left in his urethra fell into Elisa's mouth. Suddenly Valli noticed the air in the room had grown stiflingly hot.
"Haa, haa. I can't hold back anymore. You… only you getting off is unfair. You know that, right? Now it's my turn to feel good."
Ah. This was bad. The mood was shifting… The afterglow of climax hadn't even faded, but Valli could already sense he was about to be roughly violated by Elisa.
"Then for real—!"
"Ah!"
"Let's do this properly…"
—KUUUUUUUNG!
In that instant, a sound that shook the earth itself rang out. Valli and Elisa both went rigid, unable to speak.
"Eliiiiiisaaaa! I'm heeere! Me! Stay right there! I'm coming to save you right now!"
"Ah."
For a moment, Elisa found herself thoroughly hating Sloan. And, equally, hating Valli, who had already slipped free of her hands and was frantically pulling his clothes back on.
The mood was ruined—but she resolved, without a doubt, that she would still have him.