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The dark elves chose survival. Pew- I watched the magic burst into the night sky like fireworks. Sending up a signal flare with magic was child's play for Karen, but from my perspective—someone who couldn't cast a single spell—it was undeniably impressive. I'd just finished tangling with Karen and Jena, yet I didn't feel the slightest bit tired. If anything, the crisp late-night forest air was invigorating. The person probably worn out right now was Marian, racing around the elf territory treating the survivors from both sides.
Unlike in Butler Territory, where her healing powers had faltered, Marian was back to full strength. She was busy tending to the gravely wounded, and both the elves and dark elves were hailing her as a true saintess.
So, all that's left is for Duke Capella to show up? Now that Karen had fired off the signal, it was a given that Capella would come charging in with his soldiers. I couldn't wait to see if Isabela, the elf queen, would stay so stiff-necked in that moment. The elves' forces had been cut by more than half, and they wouldn't have the manpower to fend off an assault from Capella's domain army. Sure, these were elves that even I obviously couldn't handle, but humans and subraces alike tended to get delusions of grandeur from sheer numbers.
I pictured Isabela's bewildered face and felt my cock stirring. The thought of stripping that arrogant elf queen of her perfect superiority sent a thrilling shiver through me. And if things went my way, I might even get to sample her pussy.
"Um... Hero?"
Just as I savored the anticipation, a dark elf slipped out of the shadows and called to me.
"Fuck, you scared me."
I yelped in surprise before I could stop myself. But my shock didn't end there. It wasn't just one dark elf emerging from the dark woods—there were several.
Are they planning a sneak attack? I couldn't think of any good reason for a group of dark elves to approach me in the dead of night, so I had no choice but to assume the worst. My hand naturally drifted toward the sword at my waist.
That was when the dark elf leader at the front grabbed someone's hand and pulled her forward. The figure shoved into view was a dark elf woman with a killer body.
"...What's this?"
"Th-this is my daughter. Please, take her and show mercy to our tribe..."
I stared at the bowing dark elf leader. He wasn't the only one—all the dark elves behind him were bowing too. Only then did their situation click. They'd thrown in with the Demon King's army and boldly invaded the elf territory, only to crash and burn spectacularly. Sure, other beastkin tribes had made similar choices, but in the dark elves' eyes, I probably looked chummy with Dalshinyang. Plus, they'd taken heavy losses from Barkan, so maybe this was the obvious play.
But don't these guys have any pride?
I still gawked at them in disbelief. Compared to the elves, who were united by sheer stubborn pride, this was unexpected. Though judging by the sour faces behind the leader, they weren't entirely without self-respect.
"She's a virgin, untouched even by Barkan. Please, have pity on her..."
I sighed at the leader, casually selling off his own daughter. He must have been betting his tribe's future on her, because the dark elf before me was stunning. Silver hair cascading to her waist, long slender limbs, a narrow waist contrasting with full breasts and hips. Her figure was flawlessly proportioned, without a single flaw. And the delicate features on her small face exuded a subtle allure.
Too bad about those eyes.
I inwardly clicked my tongue at her cloudy white pupils. She was drop-dead gorgeous otherwise, but those pale eyes gave me a faint twinge of unease. The dark elves seemed to have some serious misconceptions about me, but turning down their goodwill would be rude. With feigned reluctance, I nodded and turned to the tense dark elf standing before me.
"What's your name?"
"...Gania."
Her voice was calm and flat, neither terrified nor seductive. I started getting intrigued by Gania's composed reaction in this situation—it oddly reminded me of the elf queen, Isabela.
"Good. Follow me."
I told her that and headed to my tent. Behind me, only the quiet sound of Gania's footsteps trailed along.
***
"Strip."
Once inside the tent, I commanded Gania. She flinched briefly at my order but began undressing slowly. Swish— The dark elves' traditional garb slipped off her body piece by piece. I'd known she had a great figure clothed, but naked, its dizzying curves stood out even more. Her full black-skinned breasts were capped with stark red nipples. I felt blood rushing south as I drank in the sight of her undressing.
Even under my leering gaze, Gania kept stripping with the expression of someone just doing her duty. Once even the thin cloth covering her pussy was gone, she looked at me, waiting for the next order.
"Now undress me."
I said it while meeting her cool, downcast gaze, then stood. Gania approached slowly and began removing my clothes one by one. Each time, her slender fingers brushed my skin in a way that felt teasingly erotic. When she pulled down my pants, her face stiffened. Seeing my already rock-hard cock, she finally seemed to tense up.
I smirked at Gania, whose composure had cracked, and asked, "What? Scared now?"
"...No. Not at all."
Gania averted her eyes from my dick as she replied. Her reaction was definitely different from the women I'd been with so far. Jena and Karen had been hesitant at first too, but now they practically begged for it. Seeing a woman show outright reluctance after so long stirred my twisted tastes.
"Really? Your face says otherwise."
I stroked one of her pointed ears with my finger as I spoke. Dark elves looked almost identical to elves, save for their skin tone. I toyed playfully with the ear—different from a human's—waiting for her answer.
Gania's ear twitched like a rabbit's, and her breathing grew a touch ragged.
"...It's something all the other women have endured. I won't be any different."
I tilted my head at Gania's flushed response. The "others" she meant were probably the female dark elves. From what Marian had said while treating them, plenty had been roughed up by Barkan.
"But aren't you different? Higher status and all."
She'd stayed untouched by Barkan so far because her father was their leader.
"We don't have strict hierarchies. Father simply leads because he's the eldest."
I nodded at her explanation. Dark elves had customs much like the dwarves. Come to think of it, maybe humans were the only ones obsessed with rigid classes and hereditary bloodlines.
"So, you'll accept this? For your tribe?"
"...Yes. For my tribe."
Gania answered my question with surprising dignity. The earlier tension and shyness were gone; she even seemed proud.
Fine. Let's see how long you keep that face.
Her attitude ignited my nasty side.