12. Ventorino Kingdom - Negotiations (9)
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Haa, ngh, hhhaaa…♥"
Her body burned hot, and her head swam. From her mouth kept spilling loose, heated breaths and shameless little moans.
How long had it been? How many times had she come? How much of her memory had already been erased? She had no sense of it at all.
"Hngh, hhh, hahng, nn—ah! Hihihit…!!"
She’d just come again…♥
Again and again she spilled slick juices and feminine fluid all over her sister’s lord, the enemy of her master, while his huge cock ground her pussy tight and made her climax over and over. Her whole body tingled with heat; a dull ache coiled low in her abdomen. Sweet, stinging pleasure crawled through her head and wiped away yet another memory.
Another memory she could no longer even name.
Still, maybe she was getting a little used to it.
When she traced back through her memories with her master and found the very first one, she could tell the parts before that had been erased. It wasn’t as though the spell divided her memories neatly into fifty equal pieces, or cut them off cleanly by date. She could make a little deduction here and there, but… in truth, it was almost meaningless.
"Haa, hngh, hehngh, …khh! Hh, h, hhhehehehekh…♥"
An indecent, ridiculous sound burst from her mouth—so filthy she could hardly believe it had come from her own lips. She wasn’t embarrassed. More accurately, she didn’t even have the room in her mind to feel embarrassed.
At first, she had counted how many times she climaxed. But that didn’t last long.
At the beginning, he moved nothing but his cock. He rocked his hips, rammed her hole, and rammed it again and again. That alone had sent her reeling into unbearable pleasure, making her come. The pleasure of being taken as a woman for the first time shook her brain apart and turned her from her master’s property into a slave to pleasure.
Of course, her sister had been kneading her breasts from behind, but that was only a secondary thing.
Still, to be honest, the sister’s moans and gasps whispering at her ear had been… incredibly arousing. The sounds her sister made as she pressed her breasts against her back were obscene beyond reason, especially when they came from a woman so much like her in every way, even down to the voice.
Yes, obscene.
Her sister was thoroughly engraving the feeling of lewdness into her, a thing that had once been nothing more than an object.
Obscene, filthy, wanton, sensual, and still obscene.
Which meant she was obscene too.
Her twin sister looked startlingly like her.
The moans that came from her sister’s mouth, her breaths, her touch—everything existed in her as well. No, it was all coming out of her, too.
Having risen from an object to a woman, she was being violated by the enemy’s cock, and she was spilling out moans and breaths just like her sister.
"Hhhehek, hehngh…! Hhh, heh, hehehgh, heghheuk…♥"
"Haa… your moans are just as filthy as the rest of you, Shurti."
"Hh, hhheek, hahni, hahniyaha…♥ I’m, I’m not a filthy slave, aahh…♥ My pussy, it, it hasn’t… lost to a cock yet…♥"
At his question, she blurted out words she didn’t even know she knew. Slave was one thing, but pussy and cock? They were words she could count on one hand the number of times she’d ever spoken, yet they had been driven into her head as naturally as if they were everyday language.
He had taught her all of them.
Now, how far had she gotten again? Ah, yes—around the tenth time, she had blacked out.
She didn’t know how long it had been since she’d lost consciousness like that. Not in the sense of it’s been ages, but truly, she didn’t know. The last time in her memory before that had been when she was kidnapped, aside from what her sister had done to her just a few days ago.
Then again, everything had been erased. Every memory of being struck by her master, tortured, and trained until she fainted had been wiped clean. Even that was only a guess.
There were still some memories of being hit, but she had grown used to pain now, and it took far more than this to knock her out. As for torture and training, she simply assumed she must have endured the same things the other slaves and objects in their unit had.
...
In any case, she had lost consciousness, and not long after that, she woke up.
She woke the same way—by coming.
She came as she came to herself, pushing out a spurt of pussy juice as she opened her eyes.
Because of that, she couldn’t even keep count of how many times she’d climaxed. Still, she doubted she had gone more than five times before she woke up.
And from that point on, he changed the way he handled her. No, perhaps it was because he changed the way he handled her that she woke up in the first place. It was no longer just a matter of shoving his cock into her pussy; he began to toy with her in a far more intimate, more merciless way.
First he kneaded her breasts. His hands, sturdier and larger than a boy’s ought to be, came down over the small, soft brown mounds on her chest and worked them over with cruel care. One breast under her sister’s hands, the other under her enemy’s. He toyed with her as though shaping her body with both hands.
Sometimes he stroked them gently, and sometimes he added force, squeezing them as if wringing milk from her breasts. Then her chest would flatten and bulge forward, with only her nipples and the skin around the areola pushed up into the open outside his grip.
Being held that hard should have hurt.
It should have been painful, miserable, and unpleasant enough that she’d need to go looking for her master.
That was what she had been taught.
Her master had taught her that… or had he?
Did her master really teach her such things…?
…That, too, felt like a memory that had been erased. Still, she did remember thinking that a moment ago. Maybe that was the flaw in this magic. But what good was it if she noticed?
"Hihuuugh…!! Hh, h, hhhhnn… ah, hahht, I came agaaain…♥"
"Ugh! …Whew, I came too. Shurti, you forgot to keep count, didn’t you? How many do you think you’ve got left?"
"A, ahngh, hhekh, hehehn, I, I dunno…. I just… came a lot… kept coming and coming…♥ My pussy, my pussy got pounded and kept going pffft, pffft, pffft…."
In the end, it would all be erased again and again anyway, and she would forget this too.
Ah, where had she been again? Right. Yes, he’d grabbed her breasts so roughly.
But something had felt strange.
It was strange. It should have hurt; her breasts should have felt like they were being ripped off.
But it had felt good.
Like when her master struck her. …No, even better than that. She didn’t know why. She still didn’t know. She was sure she had been told to feel pleasure only when her master hit her, but… had she? Ah, she couldn’t remember that either. Still, it felt like something she had learned, and yet it had felt good.
Her breasts had a throbbing, prickling ache to them, and it made her feel so good. So happy. It kept reminding her what pleasure was.
Down below felt good too. Down there—her pussy. Yes, her pussy was throbbing and itching in a strange way. No, not itching. Stabbing. Poking and jabbing. And inside that pussy, the cock went squelch-squelch, scraping and pounding and thrusting deeper. Sometimes it battered the inside mercilessly; sometimes it stirred things around like powder in water, prodding every corner of her heat.
Then she would go mad with pleasure, her body twitching as she threw back a beast’s cry and came again.
"Uhnngh, uhhk, nn, hhoook…♥ …Hh, hhekh… hekh…♥"
Pffft—pffft—
Just like now.
"Ngh…! Whew, and even after leaking that much, you’re still squeezing more out? Hmm. I didn’t put that kind of effect into the Mark…? Ah, I could always add it later. …Still, then this means…."
"Haa, hngh… that’s just… haa…♡ a trait of us Dark Elves…."
"Being watery?"
"Yes, haaht…! Hh, yes…. Unlike elves who can bring all kinds of supplies from the forest, hngh, Dark Elves were cast out, so, haa… hikkuhk…!! Nn, Lord, I’m sorry I came all over my pussy by myself, ngh…♥ Please accept this Dark Elf’s, yes, her virginity…♥"
It seemed her sister had come too.
Far less often than she had, certainly, but still—while she kept massaging her breasts and touching herself, her sister had climaxed as well. Her perverted, filthy sister was getting all worked up because of her too. And somehow, that was almost unbearably cute.
Whenever she stole a glance back, she didn’t see the usual cool-headed sister at all, but a melted-faced female instead.
She probably looked like that too. Yes—worse than that. Not an object, not even a woman… a female.
"…I’ll give you a good fucking later, too."
"Hehhuht…! Ah, yes, yes…♥ Lord, please… haa… use your subordinate’s loyal pussy… Please take this Dark Elf’s virginity…♥"
Her sister was such a shameless pervert that it wasn’t just the atmosphere here—she’d been completely taken with her lord, which was to say her enemy… her enemy? Was he her enemy? Yes… he was her enemy, and yet… and yet… ahhh♡ haa, ah… in any case, she seemed to be utterly smitten with him.
It was just a feeling she had. An instinct of blood, of younger sister, of twin. The sort of thing only the two of them could understand in each other’s faces, emotions, and feelings. …Ah, so that was it. Her sister always looked so cold and irritated because of her and her master. She was only realizing that now; she really was an idiot.
"Hmm. No, on second thought, it’s probably time we changed positions."
Changed positions, he said. Honestly, that was welcome.
She didn’t know how many times she’d come, but she had been leaning back against her sister behind her the whole time, with both legs spread apart only by bent knees. On top of that, she was bound in alloy chains, which made everything even harder.
Still, the fact that she could endure it more easily than expected meant she must have been trained for this too. Or maybe… punished. Locked in a cramped place, or restrained like this. Yes, that was it—that was why it felt so familiar.
Then had the recent times been all right? In the memories that remained, there was being locked away… locked in… ah, no. Wait. As she searched, she found it. She’d been locked in a prison, and in a closet, too. …Ha ha. Why couldn’t she remember even something like that properly? Whenever she made a mistake, her master punished her… her master… punished her….
...Really, was it my fault? Was that it?
Doubt began to creep in.
"You’ve got a nice expression there."
"…!!"
"Don’t look so startled. I just said your expression is good. Very focused, too."
"Hngh…?"
"How hard were you concentrating that you didn’t even notice?"
"Wha, …ahngh… aaah."
Only then did she finally realize it. Most of the chains binding her had vanished. Thanks to that, she was able to move much more freely now—freely enough to walk around the room, which wasn’t exactly small, however she liked. If she tried now, she might even be able to reach the Demon Prince….
…….
No… no, that would probably be hard. Yes, her body had no strength left. She’d been coming over and over, and all the trembling had left her muscles loose and slack. Yes… and her sister was still behind her too…. If it was her sister, that capable sister of hers, she’d notice even the slightest suspicious movement.
"Hngh, hh, hhaaa…♥ Ha, hhaahhngh…."
…….
Yes. Even if she was like that now, the moment she showed the slightest odd movement, they’d switch positions at once. The Demon Prince, too. The Demon Prince was strong, and… ah, right. The Hero. That was what they called him. He was incredibly strong, and quick to notice things, too. For now, she just had to endure a little longer… a little longer………♡
"Shurette."
"Haa, haa… yes, yes…!"
Fortunately, her prediction was not far off.
At the Demon Prince’s call, her sister quickly came to her senses—well, not completely, but enough to answer and flip her body over. Then she lay down on the floor herself and, with the Demon Prince’s help, lifted Shurti onto her.
"Sis… ter…."
The instant she saw her sister’s face, the word slipped out without meaning to.
The face of the sister pinned beneath her was already returning to that of a female. An expression so shameful she probably wouldn’t want even her twin to see it. No—perhaps that only made it more embarrassing, yet her sister didn’t seem to care in the least. If anything, she was looking up at Shurti with eyes overflowing with affection.
Her sister didn’t usually eat much, so she probably wasn’t all that heavy, but even with Shurti’s body pressing down on her, she wore a bright, wanton expression. Her sister’s breasts, a little larger than her own, and Shurti’s own chest shifted and pressed against each other with a soft, squishy heat, and the hard little peaks kept grazing her nipples, making them itch.
"Shurti… it’ll be all right now. It’ll be over soon…."
"Over…."
Over, huh. What kind of ending was that?
No—there was only one ending her sister could mean.
The erasure of every memory she shared with her master.
Surely her sister’s and the Demon Prince’s magic was effective. As the memories of being taught, trained, and broken in by her master were wiped away, her feelings toward that master grew hazier, and her mind seemed to clear as well.
It felt like she was returning to her former self. To her sister’s twin, who had once been a little more innocent, a little kinder, a little more naïve. To a young Dark Elf. But… was that really all right?
Could she really erase more than ten years of memory and simply return to the way she used to be?
She couldn’t be sure.
She didn’t know.
What… what should she do…?
"……! ……!! …Shurti! Snap out of it this instant—!!"
That was the voice of her master, Eldrif.
"!!"
"Damn it. I let my guard down for just a second…."
"……! ……!!"
Eldrif’s mouth snapped shut. The Demon Prince must have cast his magic again.
"Haa… ah, Lo—Lord…!"
"Don’t worry. …Shurti. There are exactly eight left now. I’d say only memories from this year remain. I’ll wipe the rest away, cleanly and completely."
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhh…."
She was confused.
She didn’t want to erase her memories with Master Eldrif.
But then—
Thuk—!
"Hhhnngh…!! Hh, hheheh…♥"
Master Valdes’s cock is nice too…♥