99. Anxious Alliance (3)
The dress crafted for Ardena by the palace's skilled tailor was a pristine ivory hue, evoking a sense of pure elegance. With off-shoulder sleeves baring her snowy shoulders, a cute choker adorned with tiny beads around her neck, and her captivating collarbone on full display, the garment shyly revealed the alluring curves of her D-cup breasts below. Though nearly concealed by the floral bud embroidery at the bust, the subtle peek only amplified their charm. Overall, it recalled the Victorian dresses that dominated 1860s English high society—though an elf tailor would have no knowledge of such things.
"Oh my, oh my…!"
"You look so noble, Princess…! Er, no, Captain!"
The palace maids blushed at the sight of Ardena in her refined gown, showering her with endless admiration. They cupped their cheeks or clapped their hands, their awe bordering on reverence as they beheld her beauty. If a small ball were to break out at the celebration banquet… who would be the lucky man to dance with this graceful princess? Undoubtedly, the Diablo Slayer. The maids exalted her as the perfect match for the hero who vanquished the Demon King.
"Well… does it suit me? It's been so long since I wore something like this, I have no idea."
Ardena swept her cascading golden hair over her shoulder with effortless grace. Every gesture exuded poise. Overflowing with a saintly beauty as if descended from the heavens, she ignited a fervent fire in the maids' hearts with her near-peerless allure.
"As the Diablo Slayer's mate, you lack for nothing!"
"Who could possibly challenge Captain Ardena's place?"
At the maids' brazen remarks, Ardena flushed crimson, sweating as she tried to dispel what wasn't quite a misunderstanding. The Diablo Slayer's mate. If only that were true, she'd want for nothing more. It felt like they'd seen right through her deepest desires. Have I been too obvious about my feelings for Yushin? Or are these palace maids just too perceptive? Noticing their knowing glances, Ardena resolved to watch her words and actions more carefully.
"Then we'll take our leave now."
"Call us anytime if you need anything."
Once the maids had cleared the dressing room, Ardena stood alone before the full-length mirror, striking subtle poses. Lacking the courage for bolder stances, she stiffly mimicked the dancers she'd once seen.
"Me, his… mate…. Well, someone like me… wouldn't be a bad match…."
The golden-haired high elf beauty murmured softly, recalling the maids' words. Mate. A bond vowed for life. Buoyed by the elegant off-shoulder dress and the maids' praise, her confidence soared. A bit older, perhaps, but with love between them, age meant nothing. She was the perfect candidate for the Diablo Slayer's mate.
"By human standards, I'm only in my… thirties? No, twenties at most."
Ardena insisted she equated to a human in her mid-to-late twenties. She raised her hands above her head, deliberately thrusting out her ample breasts to accentuate her curves.
"Yushin seems to like me too…. After all those ups and downs, if he hated me, he wouldn't have saved me when I was cornered."
He'd rushed desperately to her side, shielding her from Sabnack's strike. Ardena pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding relentlessly. She lifted her gaze to the mirror, where a high elf maiden in a dress blushed with budding affection. Fallen in love, the high elf Ardena confirmed through her reflection that her feelings for Yushin were genuine.
"He was so cool, so reliable…. Like a prince."
Ardena was no damsel clinging to a prince's protection. She was a knight. Stronger and bolder than any, the warrior captain admired by all knights. Yet even Liberia's mightiest knight harbored a woman's fragile desire to lean on someone, to be shielded. She'd never shown vulnerability to anyone—but before Yushin, she melted into feminine softness every time.
What if I'd given in to the mood back then….
Ardena recalled invoking her master's authority to "discipline" him. Her stockinged foot caressing his throbbing cock. Using her sole to milk his release. Then activating the Obedience Seal and commanding him to lick her foot.
"Ngh!"
Her hand drifted lower, stroking her mound. A moan escaped her. Her hips twitched as she bent forward. Recalling that moment set her body ablaze—especially her pussy, throbbing insistently. Was it rebuking her stagnant relationship with her master? It gushed hot nectar, soaking her panties.
I, I shouldn't…. It's grown since then, but… not here…. The new dress will wrinkle….
Since that day, Ardena had taken up masturbation—something she'd never considered. At first, tentative strokes along her labia for pleasure. Then teasing her hardened clit. Finally, roughly kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. To think self-pleasure could bring such joy; she'd unwittingly been a fool, walled off from sexuality all these years.
"Hah, hnng…. Ahh♡"
Sweet moans spilled out. Gazing at her pleasure-flushed, bitch-in-heat face in the mirror, she worked her fingers relentlessly. Her hand slipped under her skirt, peeling off her panties to reach her pussy. Stroking the drenched folds unleashed indescribable waves of ecstasy.
"Ngh, ngh! Nngh!!"
She plunged fingers into her pussy with one hand, clamping the other over her mouth to stifle her cries. Even alone, it felt this good…. What bliss would Yushin's embrace bring? Her lust-glazed eyes edged toward full carnal surrender.
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Alonne flung open the door in her new dress, proudly showing off to Yushin.
"How's this? New dress!"
"They went and made a whole new one. Not like a loner like you gets invited to formal events anyway."
"Sh-shut up!"
Alonne pouted at Yushin's nonchalant response. She'd hoped for "pretty" or "cute," but his indifference irked her.
"Isn't it a bit short?"
Yushin noted. Alonne's dress was far shorter than the others—more like a simple dress than a formal gown. Unlike the complex knots of traditional attire, it was easy to slip on. The short hem seemed designed for mobility, suiting her lively nature.
"Super cute."
"Too late to say it now!"
Alonne huffed and turned away. But when Yushin praised her and stroked her hair, her anger melted instantly. Giggling, she clung to him. The petite golden blonde wrapped her arms around the man, flashing a mischievous grin—to flaunt her dressed-up charm and affirm her affection.
"Master. You're getting hard."
"Can't help it when you stick to me like this. Plus, you're cuter than usual."
"Hehe, cuter, huh…. You should've said so sooner!"
"Fine! Alonne Valencia is the cutest girl in the world! Happy?"
"I'll give you a barely-passing grade."
Alonne beamed, extending her hands. Then she fondled the growing bulge in his pants.
"No 'that' though."
"'That'? What's… oh! That?"
Alonne pondered Yushin's "that," then nodded. Her eyes flicked to the table. Spotting something, she gasped "Oh!"
"Always so sneaky! You knew I'd come and prepared it ahead, huh, Master?"
"What're you talking about? What's that even?"
"You don't know?"
Alonne snatched a small cloth pouch from the table. About thirty more sat in a simple basket nearby. Yushin had seen them but dismissed them as snacks or something trivial.
"This… it's a condom."
Yushin muttered. The sealed pouch clearly held a condom. Why's this in Maherith Palace guest rooms? It's not a love hotel. Made from latex-like sap, a modern man might call it crude, but Yushin—celibate in his old world—had no clue about contraceptives.
"Allen's coming anytime."
"She's probably with Leticia. Leticia had tons of questions for her."
"No way Allen answers openly."
"She seemed fine? Started off yelling to stay away, but sweetened up with money."
"…What the hell's she doing?"
"So no one's interrupting?"
Alonne's porcelain cheeks flushed peachy as her expression turned lewd. She hiked up her short skirt, revealing snowy thighs and cute panties. Yushin reached out, stroking her lower belly. As expected, her panties were soaked. Each caress made her hips quiver pitifully.
"D-don't tease…."
After ten minutes of fondling, honeyed moans dripped from Alonne's lips. Yushin dropped his pants, presenting his rigid cock. Alonne knelt, kissing the tip—a prelude of service before penetration.
"Can you put it on with your mouth?"
"…Master's such a perv. What're you making your disciple do?"
Flustered but compliant, Alonne bit the condom in her lips. Like fellatio, she engulfed his cock, sliding it on. Then came insertion: his sheathed cock into her nectar-drenched pussy. Despite losing her virginity, Alonne's remained a tight slit. He forced his thick erection into the vise-like entrance, commencing proper intercourse.
"Kyaaah!!"
Alonne's body jolted, clinging desperately with outstretched arms. Yushin embraced her tenderly, thrusting pistoning hips in a loving hug. Embraced copulation—Alonne's favorite position. She craved the unyielding closeness, never parting. Her next fave: doggy from behind.
"Ngh, hng! Ngh-ngh!!"
Moans poured from the embraced girl's lips—pure pleasure. Long overdue sex heightened her sensitivity with every motion. Yushin hoisted the lightweight high elf girl, attempting a standing carry-fuck. Startled by the shift but yielding to his gentle caresses, she adapted.
"Ahhng, so deep! Deeper, Master…! It's in my belly…!!"
Her soft pussy clenched and writhed around him. Fighting the surging urge to cum, Yushin pounded relentlessly. Embraced Alonne cried out louder in ecstasy.
It feels too good, like I'll die…. I know I shouldn't, but Sis likes Master too…! But I love him! Sex with Master is the best!
Guilt surged. Sis loved Master…. Yet here she was, fucking him guiltily in his arms. For her beloved sister, maybe she should yield him. But she couldn't. She loved him as fiercely as Sis did.
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Allen's sword strikes. Dealing with the stray cats!
