Ventorino Kingdom - Negotiations (8)
The violently shaking pupils suddenly stilled, their focus going slack. She looked dazed, as if she couldn't understand what was happening. Watching Shurti like that, Valdes knew the Mark had taken hold exactly as planned.
Oblivion Mark.
By his own reckoning, it was the most dangerous and most powerful Mark he had ever created. Unlike the others, this one reached deep into the brain and the mind itself, twisting them from within.
In truth, even after making it, he had doubted he would ever have cause to use it. But after Shurette, the intelligence chief, had asked him for a solution, he had refined it a little further so that it could be put to use. He had sacrificed a bit of raw effectiveness in exchange for greater stability.
That, in his mind, was the surefire way to win this wager.
He believed fifty climaxes would be more than enough to erase Eldrif’s existence from her head completely.
And Shurti was not the only one who was thrown into disarray by her own claim that she couldn’t remember.
"…! …!!"
"So this is the thing my lord was talking about…."
"Exactly."
Shurette, who was restraining both the gagged Eldrif and Shurti, wore an equally grim expression. The outcome of the bet was, for all intents and purposes, already plain to see.
Eldrif was glaring in disbelief, clearly trying to argue that the wager should be void, but Valdes, with his back to him, paid him little mind. Shurette only offered him a faint, mocking smile whenever their eyes met, while Shurti had no room to care about him at all right now.
"The memory… the memory… why…."
The shock was so deep that it eclipsed even the pain of losing her virginity. Shurti stared blankly, bewildered by the fact that her memory was gone, but Shurette felt a quiet sense of relief.
She had asked her lord to erase those memories, yes, but that had not necessarily meant literal erasure. What she had meant was that Eldrif should be killed, and that her sister should be allowed to begin again—not as a slave, not as a possession, but as a single dark elf living a new life.
But Valdes, who could actually erase memories, had taken her request in the most literal sense. She had only just realized that now, yet perhaps this was for the best.
After all, her memories of Eldrif had never been anything good. They were not even worthy of being called memories—only the worst part of Shurette’s past.
Maybe this is a blessing.
Shurette let the past rise up in her place, in her sister’s stead.
The twin sisters had been kidnapped during the war between the continent and the demon race and dragged into the Demon Realm. It had not been the work of the Demon Army. The war had spilled beyond the human kingdoms and was swallowing the elves and the beastfolk as well. There were even demons foolish enough to kidnap humans or beastfolk, hoping to make a quick profit.
When the war finally ended, the slave market began trading them at last. Ridiculously enough, the two sisters had been desperate for someone to buy them. That was how horribly the demons who had captured them treated them. They were barely fed, and more often than not, they were kept awake under the pretense of "training."
And then Eldrif had bought them.
A handsome demon, impeccably dressed. But Shurette had not indulged in any foolish romantic fantasies. His eyes when he looked at them were worse than a slave trader’s—cold, appraising, the gaze of someone choosing a tool he could actually use. Shurette was not naive enough to hope for anything from a look like that.
The problem was Shurti.
Her younger sister, who had still dreamed of a sliver of hope, was treated even worse than the slave traders had treated them, and somewhere along the way she simply broke. Shurette remembered that clearly: it had been around that time that her sister became strange. Shurti gave up on everything and obeyed Eldrif, then obeyed him again. And so the young dark elf became a demon’s tool.
"Are you all right?"
"…Yes, I’m fine. More importantly…."
Shurette looked at the sister whose legs she had spread and held open.
"W-why, why, why. I can’t remember, whyyy…."
The fact that she couldn’t remember her first meeting with her master seemed to have struck Shurti far harder than Shurette had expected. She did think her sister was pitiable. But rather than stopping halfway through, she felt it was better to finish quickly.
"Please, my lord…."
"I was planning to anyway, even if you hadn't said it."
Valdes nodded lightly and drew his hips back.
Thwup—
"Why… ah, ngh, hngh…!"
The cock, which had been buried deep inside her, withdrew and lightly scraped along her walls. The dark elf’s red virgin blood smeared the shaft as it emerged into the air, but there was no time to admire the sight in peace.
"If you don’t want to lose your memory… you’d better hold on."
"!!"
At the whisper in her ear, Shurti snapped fully awake. Even she wasn’t stupid enough not to realize that the cause of her missing memory was Valdes—more precisely, orgasm.
"Khh! Th-this is void… haah…!"
She tried to glare at him viciously, but as his hips started moving, sweet moans spilled from Shurti’s lips instead.
"Ha, haa… hngh…!"
"You’re sensitive. Hard to believe you were a virgin."
"Ngh… sh-shut up…."
Squeak, squeak….
Valdes moved his hips slowly. With a taste for cruelty, he wanted to see more resistance from Shurti first. If he thrust hard now, she would only keep climaxing over and over.
So he took his time, letting her grow a little more accustomed to sex—and, more importantly, allowing her to notice the Mark.
The Mark engraved on Shurti had been glowing faintly ever since her sister Shurette began stroking her breasts and pussy. At the same time, it was heightening the virgin dark elf’s arousal and dulling her pain. The Mark’s effect had played no small part in Shurti forgetting the agony of losing her virginity so quickly.
"Nn… hngh… h, hhhng…."
The dark elf struggled to endure the pleasure pulsing and crackling through her lower abdomen.
Yet despite the years of training she had received to withstand torture and pain, her mouth opened helplessly under her master’s efforts, spilling out ecstatic moans. Ironically, she had never been trained to withstand pleasure at all.
Shurti had been a thing, not a slave, and even carrying out her master’s orders had never brought her joy. It had simply been natural. Pleasure from sex felt as if it belonged to another world entirely, so far beyond her that it was almost frightening—almost as if her emotions had been castrated.
No, no, I can’t, if I feel it, ngh…! I can’t, I mean, I have to… save Master….
"Nn, hhhng…♡"
As the moans and atmosphere gradually climbed toward frenzy, Shurette felt something strange.
"……."
Her lord and her sister having sex. This was what she had wanted, in order to heal her sister—but for some reason, it felt strange.
She, too, was a virgin, just like her sister. Back when she was in the Demon Army, she had been too busy carrying out intelligence operations, and before that, in the rebel faction, she had suffered all kinds of misery as Eldrif’s property. She was even less accustomed to men than her sister was. At the very least, she was conscious of the opposite sex.
That was why it sounded even filthier.
The sound of her lord’s cock and her sister’s cunt working together, slick and wet.
And her sister’s moans, now that she had become a woman, kept brushing at her own sex in turn.
Lewd. Hot. Tingling.
"Haa…."
Without even remembering to mock Eldrif, who was silently screaming in a corner from time to time, Shurette’s hands moved on their own. The hands that had been spreading Shurti’s legs drifted elsewhere.
One hand squeezed her sister’s breasts as before, while the other slid down between her own thighs. Unlike her sister, she was wearing a skirt, so there was no need to tear anything or take anything off. She only had to hitch up the skirt a little and slip her hand into her panties.
"Hngh… ngh! Ah, ngh, sis… don’t squeeze my breasts…."
"Sister’s going to, haa, make you feel good… hngh…."
At her sister’s tiny protest, Shurette found herself murmuring into her ear without even knowing what she was saying.
"N-no, no, not yet, can’t… ngh! I can’t gooo… ah, haa, haaang…!!"
Whether it was because her sister was fondling her chest or because the timing had simply come, Shurti climaxed not long after, clamping down hard around the intruding cock.
"Ah, ah, ahuuu…."
"The memories start at the beginning and get erased little by little, you know. I wonder what memory got wiped this time."
"…H, h, hhhh…."
Shurti gave a faint sob. She herself had no way of knowing which memory had disappeared. All she knew was that some memory was gone. Only Shurette, who had spent most of her life with her, could have guessed at it—and even then, only roughly.
"Ah, I don’t know what’s been erased…."
"Don’t worry."
Valdes stroked the cheek of the dark elf as a tear slipped down her face and said,
"I’ll erase the rest in no time."
"Ah…."
For an instant, Shurti had even felt relieved, thinking he might stop. But then despair bloomed in her eyes.
The master who meant more to her than the twin sister tied to her own blood was vanishing now, and he was about to vanish even further. The only way to stop it was to endure the pleasure and excitement. Based on her previous experience, she knew she could never do that on her own.
"You look pretty worn out, so I’ll speed up from here."
"Ah… huh? W-wait, no! Don’t… hhhng…!!"
"Yes, I will!!"
Shurti still seemed too flustered to even think about the Mark, but Valdes decided to raise the pace. At this rate, aside from not being able to properly enjoy the way her dark elf pussy clenched around him, he also thought it would be even more fun once most of her memories had been wiped away.
Thrgk, slam!! …squeak-squeak-squeak!
"Nn, ngh, ah, huh, hhaah…!"
With the piston-like thrusts now coming at full speed, Shurti could not keep herself together.
The dark elf’s body shook so violently that even the chains binding her rattled. Her sister Shurette’s hands also picked up speed.
"Hngh… hhaa, haa, ngh, Shurti, hngh… it’ll be, haa, better soon. Yes, let’s, hngh, be happy together…♡"
"N-no, it’s not, ngh, I’m not, hngh…! If I lose Master, I won’t be, haaang! …happy, I won’t be happyyy…♡"
Shurti shook her head furiously, her face slick with tears. But that wasn’t even enough to count as resistance anymore.
Thrgk-thrgk-thrgk!
"And yet your pussy is clenching way too hard for that to be true."
"I-i-it’s impossible… haah…!!"
"See? You’re squeezing me so tight you just came again, didn’t you?"
"N-nooo, haaang…♡ T-this is, ngh… something…♡"
With her eyes half clouded over, Shurti bowed her head. And then she noticed the Mark glowing pink on her lower abdomen. She didn’t know what it was, but something that had never been there before had appeared there. Of course she would find that strange.
"H-hngh… on my stomach… ngh! Haa, this, yes… what, what is it…?"
Valdes answered her simply, meeting her gaze as she looked up at him.
"You’re right. That’s what’s erasing your memories."
"A-ah, th-this, ngh, erase it… hngh… erase it alreadyyy…♡ Ngh, no, I’ll, I’ll erase it myself…♡"
Once before losing her virginity, and three times after. That was how many orgasms Shurti had reached in this short span of time. Unused to pleasure, she hadn’t noticed that her reason was growing hazier little by little, and that her speech was starting to come out strangely.
"Good. Go ahead. Shurette."
"…Yes, understood."
The dark elf sister, who had been amusing herself with her hands for a while now, quietly pulled herself together and, just in case, undid several of the chains bound around Shurti’s right arm. It still wasn’t enough for unrestricted movement, but it was enough to let her bring her hand between her own legs.
"Hngh, haa, this… it has to be erased… erased…."
Shurti did not understand the nature of the Mark’s magic. And because of the restraints and restrictions, she could not use mana either. The method she chose to erase it was—
Scrape, scrape.
"Ah, haa, hngh…♡ Why, why won’t it erase…."
Stupidly, she rubbed her fingers over the Mark.
The place where the Mark was engraved: the lower abdomen of a woman.
It was the kind of place that, if there was a lot of body hair, might still be covered by pubic hair. For some people it was normally nothing at all, yet when aroused it could become a sensitive spot, and even if it didn’t, it was still very close to the sex itself.
With a hand that had already lost much of its strength, Shurti was rubbing that spot—while Valdes’s hips were shaking her body violently as he thrust away. So it was only natural that her hand slipped.
"It has to be erased… ngh! H, …ah."
Her finger slid downward in a long slip and struck her clitoris with a sharp little smack.
"Hihhhaaahn…!! H, hhhaaa…♥"
"To hit your own pearl like that, Shurti, you really are a pervert."
"N-nooo… ngh, the fourth time, I came again…♥"
"There are still forty-six left!!"
Valdes’s cock drove even rougher into the pink cunt.
"Kyaahhngh—♥"
Another count dropped away.
"A-ah, my loord…."
And another memory was erased.