124. The Princess of Fresh Blood (2)
Why must we become your slaves?
Our innate physical abilities, our natural talent for sensing mana—everything about us surpasses you humans. So why must we endure this persecution?
Living as slaves amid humanity's oppression and scorn, the elves came to feel the injustice and unfairness of it all. And that injustice fueled hatred and rage within them. Even now, that hatred and rage writhed in their hearts, forcing them to chew over ancient grudges and the pains suffered by their ancestors.
“Aaaah!! Ugh, aaahhh!!”
The golden-haired elf ranger gripped a crudely made scabbard upside down and thrust it into her pussy. Wet squelching sounds echoed through the air. Her pussy was already drenched in arousal fluids. It clamped down greedily on the brutish intrusion, boasting the quality of a supreme instrument of pleasure.
Having been trained relentlessly by slave hunters for a full week, the elf rangers were in such a ruined state that they needed extended recovery. It wasn't a matter of mental fortitude. It was the aphrodisiacs the slave hunters had used. The drugs coursing through their bodies kept them in a perpetual state of heat.
“I'm sorry! I'm so sorryyy!!”
Even as the elf ranger apologized shamefully for her lewd display, she didn't stop plunging the scabbard into her pussy. It itched like mad. Her overheated body was in an uncontrollable frenzy of lust. A mere scabbard wasn't enough. She craved something thicker, harder— a man's sturdy, massive cock. Having already tasted cock, the elf rangers desperately wished for someone to come and ravage them by force.
“It seems they've been addicted to the humans' aphrodisiac. We need to rush them back to the capital and purge the poison from their bodies.”
Liana nodded gravely at her subordinate knight's words. The mission had been accomplished without a hitch. But there was no joy in it. Seeing her fellow elves broken by the slave hunters filled her with guilt.
If only I'd been faster... If only I'd acted sooner...
Biting her lip hard, Liana gazed pityingly at the elf rangers moaning and gasping under the influence of the potent aphrodisiac.
“Damn human bastards!”
“How dare they do this! I'll kill them all!”
The elf rangers couldn't contain their fury at the horrific state of their comrades, who had been kidnapped and miraculously rescued. They wanted to charge down the mountains right then and raid human settlements. Those humans might have no connection to it. But they were humans all the same— the same race as the slave hunters who had reduced their comrades to this.
Directionless hatred and rage began to scorch the elves' hearts.
“We've safely completed the mission assigned by the High Priestess. No more unauthorized actions will be tolerated.”
The elves who had doggedly pursued into Valua Kingdom territory returned safely with their kidnapped kin. But what they brought back wasn't just their comrades. They carried hatred and rage toward humans, along with vengeful resentment for the persecutions and oppressions their ancestors had suffered at human hands.
Conflict and strife between humans and elves had existed in every era. And amid that long history of disputes, events that served as catalysts for massive clashes would inevitably occur.
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The first princess of Valua Kingdom, Katrin Valua, was famous as a high-handed beauty with a dizzyingly perilous allure. The flower of Valua, the jewel of the kingdom— countless epithets praised her stunning looks. Her beauty rivaled that of Allen Rocksfield, the lady of the Rocksfield family, drawing an endless stream of ardent suitors who adored the princess.
“There are two things in this world that I utterly despise and scorn. Guess them.”
Katrin asked, gripping a riding crop— an item utterly unfit for a refined princess of a nation.
Having shed the bright mask she wore at salons and balls, Katrin glared at the woman hanging like a slab of meat with a ferocious, demonic scowl.
“First is a wench who doesn't know her place. Second is a wench prettier than me. So, which of those do you think is why you're suffering this horrible fate?”
A horrible fate. What the princess had done to the woman chained up was truly horrific. She had carved an X across her once-pristine, beautiful face. She had ripped out her fingernails and toenails, and before chaining her, had subjected her to excruciating agony with her prized torture tools.
The few who knew of Princess Katrin's true nature called her the Princess of Fresh Blood, trembling at her atrocities.
“Guhk, guhuk! Guh! P-please... sp-spare... me...”
The woman cried out. Hanging naked by iron chains, she had long, pointed ears. An elf— but not from the Liberia Peninsula. She was one of the few elves hiding across the continent to escape human persecution. Captured by slave hunters as an elf slave, she was the 54th disposable toy sacrificed to Princess Katrin.
The princess delighted in torturing women more beautiful than herself— women with beauty so outrageous it had no right to surpass her own— right up to the brink of death. It was sadism born of jealousy.
“It's so strange. Beauty, wealth... those are the privileges of the upper class. Yet you elves possess outrageous beauty just by virtue of being born elves, as if it's nothing. Isn't that bizarre?”
Why do you elves take beauty for granted like it's your due? You don't age and wither like humans. You live longer than us while flaunting your beauty. It's unacceptable. You presumptuous wretches... Slaves fit only to grovel at human feet and beg for their lives dare to possess beauty surpassing superior humans? Never.
“Even after being torn to shreds, you're still beautiful... Porcelain-white skin, moist lips brimming with allure, jewel-like eyes sparkling...! How can such an insolent slave exist? A slave superior to her master— such a thing has no right to exist in this world.”
Katrin approached and stroked the nape of the fully restrained elf's neck. Her fingers were instantly soaked in blood. The elf's body bore the marks of torture everywhere, so even a gentle caress painted her hand red.
Spilling blood usually reeked of iron. But for some reason, the elf did not. Unlike humans, whose blood stank like beef or pork, the elf's carried a sweet floral scent. Among all races, elves alone had blood that wafted with sweetness.
“You lot are so loathsome. Why do you elves possess beauty as if it's only natural from birth?”
Katrin stuck out her tongue and licked a droplet of blood from the elf's white skin. It was as sweet as honeyed wine. And more fragrant than any perfume.
Katrin dreamed of squeezing every last drop of the elf's fresh blood to make perfume. And bathing in a tub full of it to make her own taut skin even more supple.
“Even I, called the kingdom's greatest beauty, will eventually become a wrinkled old hag as I age. My firm skin will crease with wrinkles, and my body will wither under the ravages of time.”
But why— why do you slaves (elves) remain pristine? Living for a thousand years while flaunting your beauty. It's revolting. Your very existence turns my stomach.
Imagining elves striding the earth, eternally youthful and beautiful, even after she rotted away in her coffin, made Katrin's head spin with boiling rage.
“Don't look at me!!”
Katrin bellowed in fury at the bloodied elf staring at her with trembling eyes.
You with eternal youth and beauty— don't look at the face that will one day wither pathetically like mine!
Katrin snatched a pen from the table. With its metal nib, she gouged out both of the elf's eyes. A beastly howl erupted. The elf thrashed in agony, her heartrending scream— laced with injustice and indescribable torment— reverberating through the torture chamber.
“Ahaha! Hahaha, ahahahaha!! How does it feel, your jewel-like beautiful eyes turning into chunks of meat in an instant! Oh, right— you can't see anymore! Not as long as you cling to life!”
Katrin burst into cackling laughter. Even as crimson blood from the elf's ruined eyes splattered her face, her laughter didn't stop. Her cheeks flushed red. Immersed in hot ecstasy, Valua's princess caressed her blood-soaked cheeks with trembling hands, her entire body shuddering. Her lower abdomen grew wet. The elf's sweet screams sent pleasure surging from her gut.
She loved crushing and trampling beauty superior to her own without mercy.
“They all say Valua Kingdom won't last much longer! Fine, let it be. Do as you please! But we can't vanish alone, can we...? You have to come with us. Let's go to hell together.”
Stroking the petite breasts and slender waist of the elf woman who had lost both eyes in an instant, Katrin whispered into her long ear. But the elf couldn't hear. Overwhelmed by unimaginable agony, she had passed out.
Katrin caressed the limp, beautiful body. Her eyes gleamed like a butcher sizing up livestock, groping for the next slab of flesh to carve. There was still plenty left to slice. The Princess of Fresh Blood favored ripping out the womb while it still beat.
“Your Highness, forgive the interruption while you're enjoying yourself.”
Screeech. The rusty iron door groaned open. The man who entered was a handsome fellow with a neat appearance. Seeing the blood-drenched elf woman displayed in midair, he eyed her with the intrigued gaze of an appraiser assessing artwork.
“What is it, Dallisk?”
“The elves have finally taken the bait. One of the disciples I trained was captured in the process... but an unavoidable sacrifice, I suppose.”
“Those elves you caught this time? Just kill them.”
“Haha. Please bear with it a moment. I'll capture even more beautiful elves to offer Your Highness.”
“Fine. I permit it.”
Katrin nodded. Tempted by Dallisk's promise of even more beautiful elves.
Dallisk offered a white handkerchief. Katrin wiped the blood from her hands.
“Preparations are going well, I trust?”
“All set.”
“Something about that 'all set' doesn't sit right with me.”
“Leave it to me. If the elves invade Valua territory again... we'll capture them immediately.”
It couldn't end as mere infiltration like this time. They needed to invade with an army. Valua needed the outcome of elves targeting and storming their territory. Under Princess Katrin's orders, the man called Dallisk was luring the elves to lead troops deep into Valua Kingdom.
Am I going to die alone? No, absolutely not! That's never happening...!!
Crunch crunch. The princess gnawed her nails. Sharp teeth shattered them, biting into flesh until blood welled up. No one seeing her would call her sane. Her flickering gaze evoked a madwoman.
Ever since the string of failures in quelling the rebellion, she had lost her grip. It wasn't death she feared. She couldn't tolerate more beautiful beings— unacceptable wretches like elves— living unscathed upon the earth. Thus, Katrin sought to show the elves their worst nightmare before she died.