Ventorino Kingdom - Meeting (7)
"How could I not know that?"
"What are you talking about...?"
"The little heart hidden at the nape of your neck. That's hereditary, isn't it?"
“……”
The demon whose head remained on the ground flinched before he even realized it.
The Second Heart—an ability inherited from his father. Valdes knew not only that such a thing existed, but exactly where it was. Something only four people in the world should have known, even counting the dead demon who now lay beneath his foot.
"And I'm the one who killed that bastard."
"W-What are you talking about...?"
Valdes smiled without a sound. Eldrif couldn’t see it, since his head was being crushed, but he could feel it well enough. That crawling, nauseating sensation sweeping across his scalp.
He had to conserve every ounce of strength with nothing left but his neck, but he couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted at Valdes. For Eldrif, a pure-blood supremacist, his parents had been the finest benefactors imaginable—his proof of flawless bloodline, his revered demon father.
And Valdes’s words were an insult to the father who had died fighting the Hero for the sake of the demon race.
"That’s absurd! How dare you insult my father! My father fought against the Hero... and...? Huh...?"
Then, all at once, he understood.
The Hero he had once glimpsed, and the Valdes standing before him now, looked alike.
That wasn’t all.
Only three members of his family knew about the ability, along with the Hero who had killed the father who possessed the heart. By process of elimination, only one candidate remained for Valdes’s identity. It certainly couldn’t be his mother or father.
"That’s right. I’m the Hero Pedro. Though now I’m the Demon Prince Valdes."
"Th-That’s ridiculous... ngh, ggggh!"
Valdes pressed down harder with his foot, pinning Eldrif even more savagely.
Ignoring the groans forced through teeth clenched tight enough to crack, he let old memories rise to the surface.
Back when he had still been the Hero Pedro, he had defeated three of the Demon Army’s Four Heavenly Kings and killed two of them. Under ordinary circumstances, it should have been all three, but the elder lich Imur had gotten lucky and survived. After that, before he could even clash with the chancellor AdecTour—the current holder of a Heavenly King seat—he had met the Demon King and fought his final battle.
Eldrif’s father had been the first of the Four Heavenly Kings he had brought down. A demon warrior of pure muscle, with no exceptional talents but no glaring weaknesses either. Back then, Pedro had been a little weaker than when he fought the Demon King, so the battle had been a hard one. His opponent’s body wouldn’t even be scratched by ordinary sword strikes, and from Valdes’s perspective, that made him a truly troublesome foe.
Still, he had taken him down in the end. And then came the ambush.
The Heavenly King he had clearly beheaded moved his body and head separately, reaching for Pedro’s heart. If he hadn’t already been ready to shift into the next battle immediately, he might truly have been done for. At the time, not knowing the reason he was still alive, he had cut the body into pieces just to confirm the existence of the Second Heart.
Using that experience, he had suspected the same thing in Eldrif, the son. Sure enough, after severing the neck and quietly extending his spiritual sense, he had felt a faint pulse in the nape of the neck.
"You don’t need to think too hard about it. Just remember one thing: I’m the enemy who killed your father."
"Ghh!! Grrrr...! Y-You bastard...!!"
Valdes snorted at him and kicked, sending the head skidding into a corner.
"Kyaa!!"
"M-Master!!"
"Y-You goddamn bastard!! Shurti!! Help me, now! Get me out of here, right now!!"
"Understood! I’m coming—ngh! Right this in—khh!"
Shurti strained with all her might to move toward Eldrif’s shouting head, but just because her master was alive didn’t mean some miracle surge of strength would suddenly well up in her. If anything, she felt a slight relief that he was still alive, and the edge of her fury dulled just a little.
"Now then, I have a proposition."
"Quit joking and untie me already!"
"If you win the bet, I’ll let both of you go."
At that, Shurti, who had been throwing a fit, went still. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked up at Valdes.
"...What?"
"Unlike that father of yours, your master is a worthless piece of trash. He can’t move in that state with nothing but his head left. If nobody helps him, he’ll starve to death like that."
“……”
Shurti fell silent.
She was only now learning that her master, Eldrif, wasn’t dead. It was his trump card, something he had never revealed to anyone. But even she could see that Eldrif couldn’t move. And as a living being, if he couldn’t eat or drink, he would eventually die.
She might have been a slave whose heart had been completely yoked to Eldrif, but that didn’t make her stupid. There was only one answer she could choose here.
"What... what’s the bet... about?"
"Simple."
Valdes bent his knee and crouched in front of Shurti. Then, without warning, he reached out and started kneading her small, perky breasts.
"Hn...! Ah, nngh...! W-What are you doing—"
"I’m going to fuck you now."
"!!"
"Fifty times. If you still aren’t obedient to me even after climaxing fifty times, I’ll let the two of you go."
“……”
Shurti’s pupils trembled.
Fifty climaxes. That was by no means a small number. After being captured as a prisoner of war and turned into a dark elf, she had become Eldrif’s slave. Eldrif treated her like property and hated it with a passion whenever anyone else touched what was his.
Because of that, she was still a virgin. She had never even received proper sex education. She only knew the barest basics. She didn’t even know how sensitive her own body was, or where her weak points lay. A battle hopelessly stacked against her. And yet, she still had no real choice.
"A-At least cut the number d—"
"Fine! As Shurti’s master, I accept!"
“……”
Shurti squeezed her eyes shut. She had wanted to lower the number if possible, but her idiot master had eagerly accepted the proposal, clinging to the hope that he might live.
Valdes tossed a sidelong glance toward the head lying in the corner and smiled.
"Looks like you’ve agreed."
"...Do whatever you want. I will never lose."
"Good."
As a matter of course, he never made bets he intended to lose.
Just as he had done with Ethylene, who had once hated him, he insisted on methods that guaranteed victory, even if the contract itself had to be a lie. This bet was no different.
In the first place, he didn’t even need the bet. Eldrif could simply be killed cleanly one more time, and Shurti could be wiped and conquered using either spirit magic or a Stigma spell. This cumbersome game was nothing more than a pastime.
"Then shall we begin?"
"Hmph! Go on, then, get it in and shake your hips. I’ll never submit."
"Why the rush? There’s no need to stick it in yet."
At that languid voice, Shurti tilted her head.
"...? I thought you were going to make me climax. In that case, of course... hii—?!“
The dark elf’s eyes went wide. Her face showed utter confusion at the moan that had just burst from her own mouth. All he had done was pinch her nipple, and yet a voice she’d never heard in her life had spilled from her lips.
"W-What did you do...?"
"You really don’t know anything, do you? An orgasm is..."
"Y-Yes, ahhn... hhn, haah...!! ...Ah, ngh!"
His touch grew even rougher than before, but his hands were so skilled that Shurti came almost immediately. Realizing it, she panicked and clamped her lips shut.
"I’ll let that one pass."
"W-What are you talking about... I-I didn’t come..."
His light chuckle escaped at the sight of her stammering, her brown skin flushed red. It didn’t matter either way. Shurti seemed intent on denying her climax and enduring by sheer obstinacy, but before the Stigma he had engraved into her, that was meaningless.
Still, he said nothing. Even if he explained the mark’s power now, she wouldn’t believe him. Things like this had to be experienced firsthand. Only then would she tremble in fear—and he would have his fun.
"I was going to torment you a little more, but I’ve changed my mind, Shurette."
"Understood."
Valdes had only called her name, but the quiet elder dark elf who had been standing by immediately answered and approached Shurti. Ignoring the glare from her younger sister, she loosened part of the chain binding Shurti.
Not because she meant to free her. The chains were too sturdy, too tightly fastened, and in that state they left him only enough freedom to touch her breasts and place a hand on her lower belly. Shurette loosened them just enough to make her sister look good and feel good. Sitting behind Shurti, she spread her sister’s legs wide with both hands.
"Kh!"
"Oh."
"Is this all right, Master?"
"Mm. Very nice."
He meant it.
An elder sister helping spread the legs of her twin sister in order to cure her twisted education? It was a delightful arrangement. It was also excellent that both faces, so alike and yet subtly different, were visible at the same time.
"Then let’s begin."
"I’d like to help too."
"Huh?"
Stammering as she said she would help, Shurette then did something Valdes quickly understood. Despite being a virgin herself, Shurette awkwardly tore at Shurti’s outer clothes.
"Sister..."
"It’s all for you."
Then she tore at the underwear as well, leaving Shurti draped in tatters in a thoroughly suggestive state. Shurette drew a light breath, then, her face tight with nerves, used her right hand to massage her sister’s breasts while her left hand caressed her sex. Like someone starting with a familiar masturbation routine, she began to fondle Shurti’s body.
"Ngh, ah... hnn... haah..."
Shurette touched her the way she herself felt best, almost by instinct. She trapped the nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it softly while stroking the labia with gentle scratches. Perhaps because they were twins, Shurti seemed especially sensitive to it as well.
Watching them, Eldrif shouted about cheating and other nonsense, and Valdes, irritated, silenced him with magic. Under other circumstances, he might have let the man howl while he kept tormenting Shurti, but this looked more enjoyable.
"Ah, a-ah, sis... khh. N-no, I can’t...!"
"Haah... endure it. The master’s thing is big, so if you don’t loosen up properly, it won’t do."
With each sister insisting it was impossible for different reasons, the sticky prelude between the twins continued. Shurti, who had been wearing such a vicious expression toward Valdes, was much less resistant now that it was her sister’s hands on her, her face softening little by little.
Squish, squish, squelch.
"Haaah... ah, my ear, it’s tingling...!"
"I’m... haah... not even touching your ears... ah."
Dark elves, though still demons by blood, were ultimately rooted in elf stock, and their ears were just as sensitive as an elf’s. The heated sighs slipping from her twin sister’s lips were more than enough to tease Shurti’s ears, and when Shurette realized that a little later, her cheeks reddened.
Her fingers quickened. It was the elder sister’s spite, born of embarrassment. She pinched the nipples harder, then pressed beyond the labia and groped at the hidden opening beneath. Wet sounds echoed louder from the dark elf’s slit.
Not flashy, but relentless fingers that knew exactly where to touch to make her feel good.
"H-Hngh...! N-no, ahhn... haah, hngh, ngh! Ah, I hate this, I don’t want to come with my sister’s hands... hiiih...!!"
The younger of the fingers’ owner came lightly, spraying juices onto the floor.
"Haa... haah... haah..."
It might have been a light climax, but unlike when Valdes had merely touched her breasts, this was far more complete. Shurti caught her breath in the lingering aftermath of pleasure that had struck her whole body at once.
The thought that she wanted a break already was growing quickly, but Shurette had no intention of letting her sister off the hook.
"Master, I think this should be enough."
"I think so too."
"A-Ah...?"
Valdes loosened his waistband. Inside the clothes made from fine cloth supplied by the royal family, the massive thing inside him proudly displayed its worth. Thanks to her sister’s hand, his cock was already throbbing with full arousal.
"Th-This... is going inside me...?"
Shurti’s face went pale. With the dark elf’s naturally deep brown skin, she almost looked ill. But the boy’s shaft drove into her without mercy.
Thuuunk—
"Huuunnngh...! Hhh, hhaah...!!"
"That’s one."
"A-ah, ahhh, ahhh..."
The dark elf came from penetration alone. Shurti threw her head back and trembled. One might have tried to comfort herself by thinking there were still forty-nine more to go, but she had already climaxed from nothing more than insertion. How was she supposed to endure the rest? The helplessness was suffocating, and at the same time she realized pain was beginning to pulse from below.
"Hn... ah, it hurts..."
She didn’t cry. In truth, compared to the cruel “jokes” Eldrif sometimes played on her, this wasn’t especially painful. But it was a different kind of pain entirely—one she had never felt before.
"Master..."
"Ah... s-sorry. But I wanted to test it quickly."
"Test what...?"
Hearing the rare rebuke from Shurette, Valdes looked at Shurti with an expression full of curiosity.
"Shurti."
"W-What is it...? Don’t try to comfort me, just... g-go on already...?"
"I’m not trying to give you any half-assed comfort. More importantly... how did you meet Eldrif?"
"...What? That was... that was... uh...?"
Shurti’s pupils trembled violently.
The first meeting with the master she admired and loved so dearly.
She could not remember it.