Humans and Elves (4)
Valua Kingdom was beginning to show signs of impending collapse. The root cause was the 'debt' that had piled up over decades. Successive kings had patched it over with stopgaps—borrowing from elsewhere or issuing bonds—but the massive war costs from the conflict with Liberia Elf Kingdom had drained the national treasuries dry across the board.
The finance minister screamed in despair. Merchants started fleeing abroad. And the foolish king and nobles, eyes and ears sealed shut, were too busy wallowing in debauchery.
"Time to bail on this shithole Helua!"
"I'm living for me from now on!"
The capital Lutemine's prominent merchants and industrialists were the first to bolt overseas. With the merchant class propping up industry and finance deserting, and even the peasants handling the kingdom's taxes rising in revolt, the situation reached a breaking point.
Kingdom knights were deployed immediately. They forcibly detained merchants trying to sneak out and brutally crushed the peasant uprisings. But quelling rebellions sprouting like mushrooms nationwide was impossible from the start. Worse, the ruling class had no intention of addressing the root causes of these mass peasant revolts, letting the chaos drag on endlessly.
"Lu An, Sangtre has fallen to the rebels, and suppression in Lyon has failed!"
"Request for aid from Troa! Duke Toson's rebels have finally besieged Troa!"
Messengers flooding in from every corner packed the halls. Urgent pleas for help. Even with every available Kingdom's Seven Swords member and elite unit thrown in, there was no sign of improvement.
"Sir Heinkel."
Ankour Duke, tasked with overseeing suppression of the nationwide revolts, stepped into the mansion where the Kingdom's Seven Swords' top seat, Heinkel, was staying.
The mansion reeked of emptiness. Furniture that once decorated the interior was gone. Wall ornaments, house servants—not a soul in sight. Ankour Duke felt a chill of fear. It looked like someone on the verge of bolting any second.
"It's Georges."
"Yeah."
Heinkel nodded but kept his back turned, gazing at the night sky's stars with hollow eyes. Ankour swallowed a groan at the man's utter refusal to even glance his way. He knows why I'm here. That's why this unflinching man won't show his face.
Finally, Heinkel spoke.
"How's it out there?"
"...Getting worse by the minute. Just as you predicted, Sir Heinkel."
Heinkel had once foretold to Ankour that the kingdom would fall. And it had come true. Hellscapes unfolded across Valua Kingdom. Crimson flames devouring the land turned the realm to ashes.
"Leave now, while you can."
"...Pardon?"
"The enraged mobs will drag every king and noble in this country to the execution block. You won't be spared either. This is your last chance to save your skin. I thought I'd cut all ties... but your father's dying plea, clutching my hand and entrusting you to me, haunts me still."
"......"
Heinkel wore an emotionless pallor, like a man fully detached from worldly bonds. He acted as if departing for somewhere far off, on the brink of vanishing. Ankour stared at his back with a strained expression.
"Where... will you go?"
"Liberia Elf Kingdom. After seeing that fool of a disciple's face... I'll hit the road again. A long, endless journey without destination or end."
"Understood."
Ankour didn't try to stop him. Truth be told, he'd come only to relay the royal order from Valua's court. To the Kingdom's Seven Swords' top seat, Heinkel: By royal decree, suppress all ongoing nationwide rebellions. The covenant's limits covered foreign powers only—internal revolts fell within allowable bounds. Thus, the court sought to use Heinkel to crush the uprisings.
"...Next it'll be that snake of a crown prince slithering in."
"Got it. Thanks, Georges."
"May free winds follow you always, Sir Heinkel."
Murmuring that, Ankour dragged his leaden feet from the mansion.
Alone again. Heinkel cracked a wry smile, picturing the little boy who'd become a weathered middle-aged man. He'd endured countless farewells. Farewells named death. Now, it seemed time to bid goodbye to Valua Kingdom itself. That's why he'd warned that little boy to flee before the kingdom's fall.
"Soon... no, someday..."
Muttering cryptically, Heinkel gripped his rusted, worn hilt and let out a deep, bitter sigh.
* * *
In ancient times, elves were wretched slaves traded as commodities regardless of nation. Even now, with Holy Empire and its vassal states recognizing elves as an intellectual species, before Liberia Elf Kingdom's founding, they were little more than wandering sex slaves.
Sure, elves still traded covertly as sex slaves today, but compared to the boom centuries ago, it was flea-market scale.
"No tails on us?"
"Nah, dumbass. Wiped our tracks clean. You think I'm some amateur punk?"
A hooded human man got his answer from the scarred-faced one. After thorough recon, they headed to their makeshift hideout—an abandoned house.
The creaking door unleashed a dizzying musk. Sweet, fleshy nectar from elves' secretions. Unlike the rank stench of human women, elf females exuded a honeyed allure that entranced males.
"Ahh, ahhn!"
"Guh! Guh! Gruuh! Gruuhh!!"
Elf women, Akiteon Mountains rangers hung like butchered pigs by iron chains, wailed in ecstasy. Groans laced with pain, shame, and female humiliation.
They guarded the mountains, but human hands had captured them. Valua Kingdom slave hunters descending was unforeseen. Most forces pulled for the clash with Demon King Sabnack had left them vulnerable. In the end, the rangers fell to the hunters, bound in chains and forced to yield their bodies to hordes of men.
"Elves are the best!"
"You can fuck 'em forever and never get bored!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch. A man pounding relentlessly into a suspended elf woman's pussy cackled. Love juices leaked in streams. Her tight, scorching hole clenched greedily with every thrust. Even after five-plus men, no slackening— he whistled in delight.
They'd spat venom at first, threatening to bite their tongues before enduring such humiliation. Now, moaning lewdly and bucking their hips, the hunters sneered.
"Elves are born for sex slavery."
"Cum dumps by nature. That pussy grip's killer—devils would pay top coin too."
"But devil slaves ain't worth shit next to elves. Plenty of leg-spreading devil bitches, but elf sex slaves? Rare gems!"
Assessing 'value' as the rangers took cock in mouths, pussies, asses from surrounding men.
Pity—they weren't virgins. Unicorn fetishists would've paid double or triple. But no greed here. Capturing these lithe, taut-skinned rangers was victory enough. Pricier than average elves. Selling with their ranger-marked clothes and cloaks as provenance? Instant fortune.
"Ooooh!"
A burly man hilted deep, unloading hard—the ranger shuddered violently. Gloop-gloop-gloop. Semen flooded her womb. The creampie dragged on. Long dry spell patrolling Akiteon—no holding back, dumping every drop stored in his balls.
"If you get knocked up, raise it nice, whore."
Smack! His rough palm cracked her ass; she yelped sluttily. Pulling out, cum gushed like piss from her quivering hole.
"Hey, we good fucking 'em raw like this? My dick's never drier than a bone, sure, but..."
The hooded man asked. Scarface replied.
"Break their spirits first. Docile fucktoys fetch top dollar. Sure, some pervs like wild beasts, but..."
He eyed them purely as merchandise. The hooded man nodded agreement.
"Us humans ruled elves as sex slaves back in the day. Still do. These bitches are good for one thing: moaning under human cock like whores."
Striding forward, he yanked a cum-drenched ranger's golden hair. She screamed. Despite hours of gangbanging, her mind held— he bared his teeth.
"Dose 'em more. This ain't cutting it."
"Ain't enough already?"
"That's for frail human cunts. These are elves. Takes a lot to kill 'em."
"Gotcha."
They'd snatched Akiteon rangers and hauled ass to Valua turf. No beast-elf would dare follow. Hideout in rugged terrain? Impossible to track even if they did.
"You know?"
Scarface lit a smoke from his pouch, eyeing the hooded man.
The hood lifted. Scarface continued.
"Hundreds of years back, these filthy fucks were our human slaves."
"Duh. But how'd our ancestors tame the vicious pests?"
"Yeah, elves got innate power and talent to treat us like inferiors. Dig into the species, though—you see how our forebears broke 'em."
First: Elves cherish belly-babies over their own lives—even rape-spawn. Once they know they're pregnant, they'll protect it no matter what. Exploit that fierce maternal instinct, and subduing them's easy. Threaten the womb-fruit or born kid, and even the fiercest bows.
"Spot on, huh."
"Think I hustle like you newbies?"
"Next? What's two?"
"Catch you later."
Scarface cackled and left for patrol. Hood stripped his pants. Elf beauties gangbanged before him—cock raging since. Leaving it be? Cruelty to his dick. Filthy with two days' cum, but hole's a hole. New meat plunged in; the chained ranger screamed, pussy clamping tight.
"Urk, uwaaaahn!!"
Drool dripping, she moaned. Elf sex slave—pure fantasy. The hooded man dreamed of snaring more, ideally every elf on Libria Peninsula, and selling them off.