Receiving Forgiveness (=Milking) (2)
"Just a moment, please."
Gyeoul first cleaned the semen that covered her face and body. There was nothing shameful about greeting someone while drenched in cum. Why would a cleaner feel embarrassed by dust clinging to her uniform? Still, before beginning the next milking she had to wipe herself clean—just as one must brush off the dust before entering the next room.
She used the semen-absorbing hand towel enchanted with the magic commonly employed in the sexual relief room. With it she wiped her face, hair, breasts, and belly. When she gave the towel a light shake over the bucket, the load Trisha had released twice poured out in thick, heavy globs.
That just now… She manipulated space and time…
Eladriel, who considered herself quite the mage for her age, could only marvel at the level of Parin’s mastery.
Meanwhile, Gyeoul approached the bed.
"Lady Trisha, pardon me for a moment."
"Hngh… uue…?"
"Up we go."
With a dazed question mark still floating across her face, the half-conscious Trisha was gently shifted to one side of the bed. Gyeoul secured a comfortably wide space, then spoke to the other two.
"Please get on all fours here."
"Eut…"
"U-umm…"
They obeyed, lowering themselves so their elbows and knees pressed into the sheets. Gyeoul moved behind them.
"I’ll remove your lower garments now."
Eladriel’s skirt and Laia’s pants slid away with a soft rustle and fell beside the bed. A fierce wave of shame washed over Eladriel.
It’s all… completely visible like this…
Indeed, Gyeoul could see everything. Eladriel’s anus, her folds, her balls, and her cock. The hues were subtly different, yet every part was a flawless, fruit-like pink that looked beautiful enough to belong on a flower.
Gyeoul found herself wondering.
Are all elves this color?
Beside her, Laia was enduring the same humiliating posture.
"Ugh… eut…"
Laia’s skin was pale—almost ghostly. Her body was densely muscled, so even on all fours the definition of her thighs stood out sharply. Her backside was large and feminine, yet it looked firm and springy rather than soft. Like Eladriel, every intimate inch of her—anus, vagina, balls, and cock—was fully exposed. Hers carried a stronger reddish tone, the contrast stark against her white skin.
With both women’s most private places displayed side by side, Gyeoul reflected.
Even among the ladies, everyone really is shaped differently.
She could distinguish their cocks by touch alone after daily care. She suspected she could identify them blindfolded, or perhaps even by scent. Not that such an experiment would ever happen.
But the other parts she rarely saw. Comparing them directly like this was a first, and the differences were surprisingly clear—color, shape, the folds of the labia, the subtle wrinkles around each anus. Still, in Gyeoul’s eyes—
Neither of their pussies looks like it would feel nearly as good as mine.
The realization that her own was superior filled her with a quiet sense of pride. The corners of her lips curved upward.
Addressing the two upturned bottoms before her, Gyeoul announced,
"I will now perform milking treatment for both of you. Three times in succession."
Eladriel and Laia reacted at once.
"Th-three times?"
"Three…"
Gyeoul continued calmly.
"If you endure it to the very end, I may be willing to listen to what you ladies wished to say to me."
"!"
"!!"
In other words, if they survived three milkings she would forgive them. However—
"Do not worry. Should it become too difficult and you ask me to stop, I will cease immediately."
It sounded merciful at first, yet—
"…Then if we stop, you won’t listen to us?"
"I clearly stated I would listen only after you have completed three full milkings."
"Couldn’t we stop and then continue…?"
"You would be asking to stop because it is too difficult to endure, correct? That is naturally not allowed."
In short, they were forbidden from uttering the word “stop” even once during the entire process.
…Wait a second.
Eladriel felt a spark of confusion. In other words, as long as they never said “stop,” everything would be fine? Three consecutive milkings would be grueling, but Gyeoul would never truly hurt them.
Then all I have to do is keep my mind steady, right?
Perhaps Gyeoul wanted to forgive them but first needed to vent her anger in her own way. Using milking as the method was very much like her.
"Then I shall begin the milking of Lady Eladriel and Lady Laia. Mm… heum…"
"?"
At the strange wet sound, Eladriel tried to glance back. Before she could—
"Chuuup♡"
A tongue drenched in saliva pressed against the high elf’s anus. The odd oral noise had been her gathering a mouthful of spit.
"Hyaah!?♡♡"
Right now—there?! That place?! Why?! It feels good—but no! I can’t let Gyeoul lick somewhere so dirty!
Of course both women had washed thoroughly before coming, yet the psychological resistance to having their anuses caressed remained.
"Sto—"
The word nearly flew from her lips on reflex.
"—!!!"
In the next instant Eladriel snapped her jaw shut so hard her teeth ached. That had been dangerous. Far too dangerous…!!
So that’s what she meant! I mustn’t say “stop”!
Regardless of Eladriel’s realization, Gyeoul’s tongue continued its skillful assault.
"Hngup♡ Chup♡ Chup♡ Heup♡ Haaaa…♡"
The hot, slick tongue crawled across the sensitive ring. Unfamiliar pleasure made Eladriel’s hips jerk and twitch; pathetic moans spilled helplessly from her mouth.
"Hik♡ Hiiik♡ Hik♡ Ohut♡ Huaaah♡"
The high elf’s face burned crimson. Shame at having her filthy parts worshipped. Shame at responding so pathetically to the pleasure.
Thinking about it, the irony was almost funny. Had the sounds leaving her lips been the deep, guttural “ngh… huuk…” that came from having her cock stroked, she would not have felt embarrassed. Yet the whimpering, girlish moans felt mortifying. After all, Eladriel had been born female; those higher, sweeter sounds should have been the pleasure she was used to. But after the futanari curse, after meeting Gyeoul, she had learned the intoxicating thrill of mounting a female. The electric superiority that raced up her spine when she watched a woman climax on her cock. The unique sensations of being the one who penetrated. The low, thick grunts—“eut, ugh…!”—that escaped her while thrusting into Gyeoul had become natural. The pretty, whimpering moans, however, now felt shameful. As if she had been thoroughly tamed by Gyeoul into a male.
Of course, none of that mattered to Gyeoul.
"Chup♡ Chyooook♡"
She kept her mouth sealed against Eladriel’s anus while her hands wrapped around both cocks.
"Hngat♡"
"Eut…♡"
Laia moaned as well, though less loudly. Gyeoul’s dual-handed strokes were relentless. Laia could not hold back; moan after moan burst from her throat.
"Eut♡ Ueut♡"
Eladriel, beside her, shoved her face into the sheets to muffle her shameful noises.
Gyeoul’s technique now was the complete opposite of the ruthless, minimal-motion milking she had used on Trisha earlier. These strokes were sticky, seductive, teasing. A tickling, shivering pleasure that seemed too weak to ever force an orgasm—yet if one focused, it felt as though climax might still be possible. She carefully avoided every spot that would trigger release.
And naturally, the humiliating pleasure of having one’s anus licked was not reserved for Eladriel alone.
"Chuuup… Puha♡"
She lifted her mouth from the pink ring, gathered fresh saliva—
"Mng, heulup… Jyururup…"
—then pressed it to the red one.
"Haup♡ Heueup♡"
"Kkyat-hng!?♡"
Laia’s reaction to the unfamiliar sensation was something even Gyeoul had not expected.
"Keng!♡ Krung!? Kyeng♡ Keeeng♡"
Whether it had touched some primal part of the half-wolf lycanthrope’s soul, the sounds rising from deep in Laia’s throat were literal canine whimpers. Not fierce barks—pathetic, helpless ones.
"Nging♡ Kyiing!?♡"
Laia was normally friendly, yet objectively intimidating. Slender but sharply muscled, she stood over 180 centimeters tall. Any ordinary human would feel pressure from her presence, even the men. She carried the blood of the legendary Wolf King Hrodvitnir, after all. In pure combat strength she was the academy’s strongest student and, even on a global scale, ranked among the very best. She had not yet reached her full potential; at her peak she would stand within the top five strongest beings alive.
That Laia Hraiphnirsdottir—the future Wolf King destined to rule the endless snowfields and command the twelve great packs—was currently—
"Nging♡ Kyuuuoooo!!! Keng…!!!♡"
—whimpering like a puppy while Gyeoul held her cock and licked her anus.
"Chup♡ Heup♡ Chok, haeup…♡"
Gyeoul finally lifted her mouth from Laia as well.
"Puhhaa…♡"
The thick, musky scent of their groins filled her mouth and nose. An unusually large amount of saliva dripped from the corners of her lips.
In that state, Gyeoul gazed at the high elf and lycanthrope trembling before her, hips twitching with unbearable pleasure. A superior little smile curved her mouth.
"Lady Eladriel. Lady Laia."
She spoke with clear dominance.
"Now—cum."
Her hand movements changed instantly. The deliberate teasing that granted pleasure without allowing climax vanished. She struck only the precise spots that would force ejaculation—the same merciless technique that had wrung three orgasms from Trisha in moments.
"—!?"
"Keng!?"
The urge to cum surged like a tidal wave. Reflexively, instinctively, they tried to hold it back, using every trick they had learned while living with cocks—relaxing their thighs, collapsing onto the bed—yet nothing worked. If they could not stop it themselves, only one option remained.
"G-Gyeoul! Sto—"
"Kyuuu!? G—"
But both women caught themselves. Eladriel slammed her face back into the sheets. Laia bit down hard on the fabric.
"—!!!"
"—!"
They could not say it. If they wanted Gyeoul’s forgiveness, they must not say “stop”…!!!
It was astonishing willpower. A moment of brilliant judgment under pressure.
Watching their desperate struggle, the icy chill in Gyeoul’s eyes softened—just a little.
"…Still. Cum."
"—!?"
"—!!!"