Chapter 67. The Unquenchable Thirst of an Inept Elf
Chapter 67. The Unquenchable Thirst of an Inept Elf
Early morning.
Heira opened her eyes in bed and spent a long moment staring blankly up at the sunlight streaming through the window.
Normally she would have readied herself immediately, but a vague sense of wrongness was prickling through her body.
'...It's been taken off.'
Wasn't that strange? She always slept clothed.
Moreover, her ears—the very feature that marked her as an elf—were exposed. That meant the Magic Tool that concealed her identity had been removed.
'Why?'
She would have worn it even while sleeping, wouldn't she?
No, locating it came first, she decided. She quickly scanned the room until she spotted her necklace on a shelf.
-Shff.
The moment she put the necklace on, her ears reverted to their disguised shape.
Fortunately, its Disguise function was still working properly—but that didn't erase her unease. She had absolutely no memory of why she was in this inn room.
'Last night... what happened...?'
Seated on the bed, Heira began to trace back through her memories.
In her mind, the events of the previous day surfaced one after another.
Arriving in this city, completing the procedures at the Adventurer's Guild, then following the advice of an employee there and heading to a tavern — she remembered that much.
'Right, they said that to live as an adventurer, you need to interact with people.'
To some extent, forming connections with people aligned with Heira's own purpose.
She had come down from the mountain in the first place to find a place where she belonged, after all.
'After that, I was looking down at the foam on my beer, and men came over... And then...'
She drank at their urging, and after that, her memories grew hazy.
The only thing she could dimly recall was that afterward, someone other than them had hoisted her drunken body onto his back and carried her out of the tavern.
'That person... what did he do to me?'
Thankfully, though her memories were faint, the sensations in her body remained.
To grasp the situation, Heira began to probe her own body, searching for those sensations.
A sticky, cloying feeling in her mouth, as though something thick had been pushed inside.
Traces of friction on her skin, felt all over her body, and the lingering warmth of another's body heat.
And then, a pronounced soreness radiating from her most private place...
'Here.'
The instant she registered it, Heira's fingertips began to drift toward the space between her legs.
A place she had never once touched directly with her own hands.
But precisely because of that, she could sense the change immediately.
'Something... went inside.'
Yes, something had entered this place and torn the flesh inside.
As evidence, the hand she had placed there caught a faint, metallic scent—the scent of blood.
And at the same time, a sticky, fishy smell she had never encountered before...
'Mucus... was put inside...?'
If something was put inside, what exactly was it?
A knife? Or a rod of some kind, forcefully shoved in?
'I don't know.'
She racked her brain, but in the end, all she could do was speculate.
To get closer to the truth, she needed more evidence.
"...Ngh."
The hand reaching out to gather that evidence finally touched her sex, and in that moment, Heira's body flinched sharply as sensation surged from the contact.
It wasn't that it hurt.
Rather, her body had simply reacted reflexively to that ambiguous stimulation just before the point of pain.
"Nn, nngh...!"
To feel the sensation more distinctly, Heira spread her lower lips and began to slip a finger inside.
Cautiously, as though navigating a dark cave, but with certainty, tracing the vaginal walls with the tip of her finger.
'This is... strange...'
The longer she continued, the worse her body's trembling became.
She was confident she wouldn't so much as blink if a blade cut her skin—so why did merely touching this inner flesh send a tremor through her entire body?
'I just... touched the flesh, so why is my body heating up like this?'
Yes, Heira knew nothing at all.
No matter that she had lived for one hundred years, she had always been alone.
Due to the nature of the Long-lived Species, her reproductive instinct had somewhat atrophied compared to other races, and because her sexual awakening came late, even a century was not enough time for such an awakening to occur naturally.
"Ngh, haaah... ♥"
But though her conscious mind was slow to catch up, her body had already memorized the sensations of the previous night's acts.
Even without memories, an elf's uniquely acute senses made the pleasures of sex resonate far deeper than they would in an ordinary person.
'This... feels...'
Driven solely by those sensations revived by her own hand, Heira began to sink, utterly unaware, into an act she was performing for the very first time.
'The feeling is getting strange... My head is going... completely blank...'
-Squelch, squelch.
The moisture gradually welling up, and the sticky texture felt between her fingers.
As her stroking of her inner walls grew faster because of it, her mind progressively whited out, and an uncontrolled Mating Cry began to leak faintly from her lips.
'My body... is hot... what is this...'
A commotion steadily invaded her heart.
'I'm scared. I'm scared, I'm scared...!'
Terror gripped her at the first sensation she had ever felt in her life, yet still her hand would not stop.
That was the realm of instinct, not reason — the domain of a living creature.
To control a sensation climbing toward climax was far too difficult for an innocent being with zero resistance to sex.
"Hah, huh, haah...!!"
In the end, the young elf, unable to find her bearings, chose to surrender her reason.
Just letting her body take over, indiscriminately thrusting at every part of her insides with no technique whatsoever.
"Hih, huh, hah, ah, ngh, ah, ah, ah, aaah, aaaah!!"
Under such rough handling, the fluids steadily rising began to soak the bed.
And soon it became a tide, spilling onto the bedsheets.
'It's... rising. Something is... rising...!!'
Yes, for the very first time in her life, she reached a woman's climax through an act she had initiated by her own will.
"Oh, nghhh~~!!"
Soon her mind went completely blank, and the body that had stiffened rigidly at the peak of climax collapsed limply onto the bed.
By the time she regained her senses, her body's muscles had relaxed, and her limbs, overcome by exhaustion, had gone completely slack.
'It felt...'
Only then did Heira realize that her body was drenched in sweat, having put far too much force into an act she was experiencing for the first time.
Drunk on the afterglow, she might normally have lain still for a while, but Heira brought her trembling hand up before her eyes and spent a moment examining it, still quivering from the peak of her climax.
'It felt... strange. But something's... missing...'
Her fingers were drenched and slick with arousal fluid.
As she parted them, the sticky strands clinging between her fingers drew her gaze, and Heira, still looking at them, put the fingers in her mouth while bringing her other hand back between her legs.
"Heuuu, mhh. Slrrp, mhh... ♥"
She sucked her dirtied fingers and began plunging back into her sex with the fingers of her other hand, as though tracing the sensation all over again.
It was an act driven by pure instinct, yet as her tongue coiled around her fingers, Heira began to feel a strange sense of déjà vu—as if she had done this before, putting something in her mouth and sucking on it like this.
'Not enough.'
Yes, she had definitely done something like this before, even if it wasn't in her memories—and she had done it actively, of her own volition.
'Not enough. This isn't...'
She was aware that this behavior was strange, yet still Heira simply continued the act meant to quench her thirst.
There was no longer anyone around to stop the transgression of a young elf who had only just begun to awaken sexually.
***
But even without restraint, satisfaction can only go so far by one's own power alone.
Despite having masturbated all morning, Heira ultimately felt no satisfaction and had no choice but to leave the inn room alone.
'So stifling.'
She had experienced something called climax over and over, yet despite that, a nagging feeling lingered in one corner of her heart, as if something was tightly blocked inside.
How could she resolve this unsettled feeling?
Would it get a little better if she shot her bow? Heira considered, and recalling the information she had obtained at the Guild, she made her way toward the area where the training facilities were concentrated.
"You want to use the archery range? As long as you pay the usage fee, you can use it as much as you like."
Yes, whenever her thoughts grew too heavy, she had always shot her bow.
Maybe her mood would improve a little once she held the bow for a while, Heira thought. She soon settled into a corner of the archery range and readied herself to aim at the target, drawing back the bowstring.
It was then that someone approached.
"You there, squirt. I'm using this spot from now on, so find yourself another one."
Sensing the presence, Heira eased the tension on the drawn string and turned smoothly toward where the voice had come from.
Standing there was a woman in splendid attire, her long hair a blend of red and white.
The circlet on her head and the jeweled bracelet on her arm — it would be no exaggeration to call them her signature.
"...A spot?"
Though one might normally be cowed by such a magnificent appearance, all Heira did was tilt her head in puzzlement.
"I was... here first..."
"You think I don't know that? I just like this spot, so I said I'm using it. Simple as that."
The uninvited guest snapped, irritated. It was a high-handed claim—she would take the spot simply because she liked it—but Heira, unable to grasp the logic, just stood there vacantly.
To a girl still ignorant of the ways of the world, an action that wasn't backed by proper cause and effect was simply hard to accept.
"..."
"...Hah. Looks like she really doesn't know who I am, so she can't grasp the situation."
Letting out a scoff at Heira's blank expression, the woman soon placed a hand on her hip and introduced herself grandly.
"The Crystal Princess Atel. Surely you won't claim you've never heard the name?"
"...Crystal?"
"That's right. So if you understand, bow your head and get lost from there~"
Atel spoke with authority, hand on her hip.
There was certainty in that gesture—the certainty that she would get what she wanted.
In truth, name value was immensely important among adventurers, and Atel had continuously reaped those benefits.
"...I don't know you."
Of course, that only applied among other humans.
"Wh-what?!"
"The name Atel. I've never heard it before."
Despite Atel's shock, Heira tilted her head.
For a moment, Atel wondered if this was some kind of joke, but Heira's face, though expressionless, was utterly serious.
"Never heard of her, you say — you've never even heard the name of me, an S-rank Adventurer?! That's about as absurd as it gets!"
"I really don't know you."
Heira shook her head and steadily met Atel's gaze once more.
In those clear eyes fixed on Atel, there was nothing but pure innocence.
"But anyway... why would knowing someone's name mean I have to give up my spot?"
"...What?"
"Why do I have to follow what you say just because I know your name? Why, exactly?"
Pure curiosity, without a trace of malice.
To a girl still ignorant of the ways of the world, fame was a concept that meant little.