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Allen opened the back door. Even amid the brain-melting pleasure, he boldly pulled his cock out of Isabela's pussy.
"Wh-why...?" Unlike him, Isabela—who had lost her original purpose—turned to him with hollow eyes and asked.
Instead of answering her foolish question, Allen withdrew his fingers from her asshole as well. Isabela, who had lost everything almost simultaneously, gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, but he never responded to her query. Instead, he grabbed his own raging cock and aligned it with her rear entrance. As the pussy-juice-soaked shaft pressed against her anus, he could see Isabela's body tense up again.
"Haa... haa...." With her ragged breathing filling the air, Allen carefully began pushing his cock into her asshole.
"Hngh!"
"Does it hurt?" he asked Isabela, who had sharply inhaled. Even though only the tip of his glans had barely breached her, he could feel her body stiffen in tension.
Of course, the question wasn't out of consideration for her. It was his first time using a backdoor too, so he was just asking out of curiosity.
"N-not yet... it's okay."
Isabela answered with her body trembling, and Allen watched her reactions closely as he slowly pushed his cock deeper. He could see her wrinkled anus stretching open as his shaft slid inside. She only let out strained grunts—whether from enduring pain or not—but it didn't feel bad to him at all. Compared to her pussy, the heat felt scorching, and the intense tightness at the entrance gave it a thrilling novelty.
Of course, there was no sensation of her inner walls clinging to his cock like her pussy did. But just the fact that he was violating her ass instead of her pussy was enough to stir a wicked thrill.
"Nngh."
When he buried himself to the hilt, a suppressed moan finally burst from Isabela's lips. Allen gave her a moment for her rear to adjust to his cock.
Drip, drip.
After a brief pause, love juices began pouring from her pussy. He could feel the clear fluid trickling down his legs from her pussy.
Satisfied with Isabela's unexpectedly strong reaction, Allen whispered into her ear.
"Getting excited from having your ass fucked?"
"N-no, that's... not it."
"Don't lie—your pussy's gushing all that slutty juice."
Allen silenced her excuses and began moving his hips. Schlick-schlick. He slowly pulled out until just the ridge of his glans remained, then thrust back in, drawing a lewd cry from Isabela.
"Haah... haaang!"
Gazing down at the moaning elf queen, Allen gradually picked up the pace. The inside of her ass felt unremarkable, but the entrance's grip was almost cheating in its intensity. Focusing on the powerful pressure every time he passed through it, he alternated between agonizingly slow withdrawals and rapid thrusts.
"Heek... hik... haaa... too, too... good... hik."
The moment truth spilled from Isabela's lips amid her lies, Allen's hand instinctively grabbed her hair. It was a habit ingrained from his sessions with Jena.
Her golden hair—radiant as if melted from pure gold—filled his hand, each glossy strand tickling his palm.
"Haaaang."
The haughty elf queen moaned helplessly as he yanked her hair, and Allen savored the electric rush of conquest while pounding her roughly. Her hips bucked wildly up and down as if she'd forgotten the initial pain, stoking his cock even hotter.
Releasing her hair, Allen thrust forward, slamming his weight onto her body. Caught off guard by the sudden pressure, Isabela collapsed, her face smashing into the floor.
"Kuh."
A groan escaped her lips from the abrupt face-plant, but Allen kept pistoning his hips in that position.
"Hnght... hng... haaang."
After a few more thrusts, lewd moans flowed from her again. Watching the elf queen groan with her face planted in the dirt, Allen unleashed his semen deep into her ass.
Splurt.
"Heek!"
As the hot fluid filled her insides, another slutty sound escaped Isabela. When Allen finally pulled out, his excess cum backflowed, trickling down her anus. Cum leaked from her ass, love juices from her pussy—Isabela shuddered violently, sprawled on the ground.
"Isabela, how was the backdoor?"
"G-good..."
"No, I mean your life force."
Allen clarified to her off-topic reply. Her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, but honestly, they'd progressed far beyond mere embarrassment.
"...There was some gain."
Isabela said, and Allen flashed a satisfied grin.
"Alright, then how about your throat?"
He dangled his cum-coated cock in front of her and asked. Even though it had just ravaged her ass moments ago, Isabela stared at it like she was entranced.
*
"Th-the World Tree, you say?"
The day after bedding Isabela, Allen visited the dark elves to discuss the World Tree. He'd traded anal sex for handing forest management rights to the elves, but his condition was allowing the dark elves to visit the World Tree.
Fortunately, Isabela had accepted, leaving Allen—hardly the tour guide type—to lead the dark elves' World Tree excursion.
"Not permanently—just a quick visit."
He explained to the dark elves, but they were already overwhelmed with emotion at the mere prospect, showing no further reaction.
"To think I'd live to see the World Tree again in my lifetime. Hero, thank you so much."
"...Father."
The dark elf chief was squeezing out tears as he spoke, while Gania comforted him at his side.
Honestly, Allen—who saw the World Tree as just a library logging the continent's trivial events—couldn't comprehend their reaction. But no need to ruin the mood, so he quietly played along.
"H-how can we ever repay this grace..."
"Nah, forget it. It's no big deal."
He waved off the belatedly recovering chief. If elves were beggars, dark elves were beggar kings. He had no demands from them anyway, especially after sampling their women to his heart's content.
But his claim of wanting nothing only moved the chief further; the old man trembled, gazing at him with teary eyes. It wasn't joyful coming from an old geezer— just burdensome—so Allen hurriedly stood.
"Let's get going before that fickle queen changes her mind."
He didn't really think Isabela would back out, but he casually threw her under the bus to escape the scene.
*
"Your Majesty, allowing dark elves into the holy site?!"
"It's outrageous!"
While Allen moved the dark elves, Isabela faced her own ordeal. Opening the holy site wasn't trivial, and even as elf queen, she couldn't decide unilaterally.
But she'd already promised the hero, and backing out now wasn't an option.
"So what do you suggest? War with the empire's army?"
The elves fell silent at Isabela's icy tone. They'd spent lifetimes exploiting humans—committing to bloodshed themselves was no easy feat.
"B-but... of all opponents, dark elves?"
One elf pressed her. He had no solution, but felt he had to speak. Elves and dark elves looked alike but were mortal enemies.
"Sigh. Why are relations between us and them so bad?"
"Because of the World Tree, of course..."
"We're not handing it over—just permitting one visit. I don't get why you're all overreacting."
Isabela shot back at the dissenting elf. Truth be told, she'd resisted even more fiercely the day before, but no need to air that here.