Creating a Demon King Who Looks Like an Elf
When we returned to the city, we became heroes. No — the word "hero" barely did it justice. This was probably what it felt like when the Goddess herself descended and strolled through the streets.
"Sloan! Sloan!"
"Ooooh! The Demon King Beheader!!!"
Crowds thronged around us, chanting Sloan's name without pause. Soldiers who had watched her cut down Demon King after Demon King were practically vibrating with excitement, tossing out every wild claim they could invent.
"I heard she beheaded Demon Kings like she was slaughtering cattle…?"
"No way! She tore their faces off bare-handed! My little brother saw it with his own eyes!"
"They say she was so strong that when they tried to run, she caught them and made them beg for mercy. Those devil bastards!"
Even I hadn't expected my own kin to die so pathetically. Could you even call that a fight? It was straight-up butchery…
I wasn't the only one who thought so. Sloan's nickname became the Demon King Butcher. It suited her perfectly.
"Who are the people next to her?"
"Hah, a spear-for-hire like you doesn't even recognize them? That's the famous White Calamity, A Streak of Death, and the Creator of Miracles."
"Those famous…? I never imagined they'd be the Hero's party members!"
"Did you doze off during the sergeant's briefing or what? Honestly…"
As a bonus, I got to hear the other party members' nicknames. From the way people talked, it seemed the rest of the party had already made names for themselves.
So that's how they got famous instead.
I could guess why Sloan's name had never spread. Even I only learned today just how terrifying the Hero who massacred Demon Kings truly was — so how much less would ordinary people have known?
Until today, Sloan had been nothing more than a floating rumor. In her place, the other party members' reputations had grown instead.
Even if they weren't on Sloan's level, Elisa and Camilla were formidable in their own right. Even before their growth, they could have casually killed a lower-tier Demon King. Now they were even more overwhelming.
"Still, it's incredible…. All this time I thought the White Calamity was the one slaughtering Demon Kings."
"That's just the Magic Tower's claim. Over at the Goddess's Church, they've been saying the Creator of Miracles converted Demon Kings and put them to work as servants of the faith."
But the questions only grew deeper…. Even so, why hadn't Sloan's name ever spread? The fact that she was their companion should have been well known by now!
The way her fame only broke through today felt far too unnatural.
Just why had the Goddess's Church and the Magic Tower buried the Hero's name and pushed themselves forward instead? There had to be a reason, didn't there?
"But who's that guy next to them…?"
"Shh. The Hero's a woman too, you know. She's still in her prime — nothing strange about picking up a concubine on the road."
"Ahh, so he's a sex slave for stress relief. Yeah, four women traveling together would get pretty pent up. Looks like they picked a good one."
…Should I go invisible and just murder every last one of these bastards? Spreading weird rumors out of nowhere.
"So that guy is…. something like the Hero Party's Sex Slave."
"The only person who can spear the Hero, huh."
"Right."
And just like that, my nickname was settled as the Hero Party's Sex Slave. Honestly, I'd been hoping to leverage my abilities into something like Silent Death…. that kind of title.
I gripped my dagger, ready to rip open the mouth of whoever called me that — but someone grabbed my shoulder from behind.
"Um…. Vali!"
"Ah, Miss Lylie."
It was Lylie, the priestess of few words. Her face flushed deep red as she looked at me and spoke.
"About that, um, drink from the Demon God last time…. Are you thinking of drinking any?"
"Uh…. all of a sudden? I'll drink some later."
…A drink, out of nowhere? Thinking about it, this woman had never quite grasped the concept of timing. I'd known that since the days she barely spoke at all.
"I-I just squeezed it, so it's still fresh…."
"Pardon?"
"N-nothing! I just bought it, so it's fresh. Hehehe."
"…If you insist, I'll drink it."
I could have sworn she said something strange. Must have misheard. I took the drink from Lylie.
"Well then, I'll enjoy it."
"Uheheheheh."
When I said that, Lylie let out a low, sinister laugh. The fact that a woman who always wore such a benevolent smile could twist her face into something so villainous was a talent in its own right, if you could call it that.
Truth be told, watching Sloan's performance had left me a little shaken, and my throat was dry. I drained the milk without a second thought.
"H-he drank my milk in front of all these people…. and all at once…. Ihihihit."
"…What are you talking about? Anyway, it was delicious. I'll be sure to repay you later."
"R-repay me? Then later, if you give me your milk too…."
Why did this woman love milk so much? Granted, her chest was as big as a dairy cow's.
"Milk? Yes, of course. I'll give you some later."
"Ihihihit…. Milk, Vali's milk…. I'm definitely drinking it."
She let out that strange laugh again and dropped her gaze downward. Honestly, there wasn't a single normal person in this party.
And I, a Demon King, was the normal one! Good lord. Did that even make sense?
"Long live the Demon King Slayer!!"
"O White Calamity! Rain fireballs down upon the heads of those wicked ones!"
Before I knew it, the gathered crowds were raising both arms, chanting those ridiculous nicknames in endless praise.
Well, given everything my kin had done, I could understand why they were carrying on like this.
"O Streak of Death!! Bring them a terrible end!"
"Long live the Goddess! Grant your power eternally to the Creator of Miracles!"
They were practically being treated like patron saints of a religion. Then again, their names would live on for generations. These were people who had slaughtered more than twenty Demon Kings, after all.
"O Hero's beloved concubine! Warm her bed with your body! Heh heh."
"Uh…. wasn't he a sex slave?"
"Shh, that sounds too crude."
"Oh, really? Yeah, it does sound a bit off to say the Hero is traveling around with a slave."
In the middle of all that, I caught some women murmuring with laughter thick in their voices.
These people all needed an arrow through the skull. Why invent nicknames like that for me? Today of all days, my excellent hearing felt like a curse. Looks like this was going to be another irritating day.
I sighed and glanced at Elisa. She was staring straight down at me.
"Come to my room later."
Never mind. Not an irritating day at all.
"Slurp…."
And Vallitics's prediction hit the mark perfectly. The moment they returned to the inn, without so much as a moment to rest, Elisa's hand dragged him straight into her room.
After that, he was forced to his knees on the floor. Both arms were lifted, and his face was buried between Elisa's thighs.
"Sluuurp…."
"Hoooooh. Yes, just like that."
"Slurp."
"You've gotten a lot better than before."
His pussy-sucking skills had improved? What kind of thing was that to say? Just hearing it was horrifying. So Vali reflexively squeezed his eyes shut.
"That expression."
"…?"
"Are you doing that on purpose? Closing your eyes, I mean."
It was nothing more than a reflexive physical reaction, but Elisa assigned meaning to every single one of his movements.
"You're seriously adorable…. If that's a talent, then it's a talent. Instinctively knowing how to flirt with a woman."
"Mmm…."
"Did you want Sloan to take you like that too? Getting held by that gorilla of a woman would just wreck that soft little body of yours."
At those words, Vali imagined Sloan raping him. She was the Hero, so it would never happen — but if a woman strong enough to hoist a horse one-handed decided to pin him down by force…
My spine would snap first….
The fact that she had casually deflected Uruk Heisen's hammer put her raw strength beyond all measure. Far beyond anything Vali's soft, pliant body could withstand.
"You know that, right? I'm the only one who can handle you nicely. Those other bitches won't care about your body at all — they'll just use you to fill their own lust."
This, from a woman who had already spent thirty minutes forcibly gripping both his arms and burying him between her legs.
Regardless, she seized a fistful of his hair, forced his head up, and then — smack — slapped Vali's cheek, already a mess of her juices.
"Fuck, that's hot."
His face was a disaster. Having thoroughly splattered her fluids across the pure canvas named Vali, Elisa reflexively pulled him into her arms.
That sweet male scent…. Fingers raking through his soft black hair, she drew him toward the bed.
"Let's finish before that empty-headed mage bitch shows up. She should be getting here soon."
"Ah…."
Chomp! She locked her arms tight around Vali's waist and sank her teeth into the nape of his neck, chewing deliberately. Leaving her mark.
She still wasn't fully practiced at the motion, so mounting him while seated and taking his cock was difficult — but Elisa's body was flexible enough to hold even the most bizarre positions.
Thanks to that, it wasn't long before Vali's massive shaft sank deep into her. Breathing in her sweet scent through his nose…. Vallitics's consciousness was gradually pulled under the surface of sleep.
"You're so damn cute."
This was wrong…. Even if elves had trouble conceiving, if he came inside her without protection, it would happen eventually.
Vallitics imagined a hopeless future. A new Demon King who looked just like Elisa, descending upon this world and tearing everything apart.
A Demon King born that way would be the most horrific evil ever to exist. One that would annihilate every living thing….
"Yes, mm…. You can pour it all inside. I'll take every drop. I'm the only one who lets you cum inside."
Of course, as always, Vallitics had no choice in the matter.
