The Slave Trader's Greasy End
The third day since leaving the Elf's Forest. We were crossing the wide-open plains toward our next destination, the commercial city of Belheim. A fierce wind blew, but thanks to the transparent barrier Isilia had cast, we walked in perfect comfort without a speck of dust on us.
“Aren, slow down a little. After pushing yourself so hard yesterday… you can lean on me whenever you want, you know!” Isilia clung to my arm and whispered in a voice dripping with aegyo. Every step made her full breasts brush against my elbow, and the sensation threatened to melt my mind.
“Thanks for worrying about me.”
“Actually, ever since last night my body feels way too light. It’s hard to control all this overflowing strength.”
At my playful reply, Isilia’s pointed ears flushed bright red in an instant. She shyly lowered her head, but then squeezed my arm even tighter and pressed herself closer.
“Isilia, the weather’s nice today, isn’t it?”
“I like you more than the weather, Aren.”
Where had the dignity of a noble high elf gone? She kept dishing out lethal cuteness at every opportunity.
That night, we set up camp beside a small thicket at the base of a hill. The crackling campfire painted Isilia’s porcelain skin in warm orange hues. She lay with her head on my lap, gazing at the stars, then shivered delicately.
“Mmm… it’s cold.”
“If you’re pretending to be cold, why are you burrowing into my arms?”
“Hehe, caught me?”
She laughed mischievously and pulled me into a hug around the neck. Our lips met naturally. What started as a light kiss quickly blazed out of control the moment our tongues intertwined.
Isilia’s hand wandered across my chest and slid down toward my waistband.
“Haa… Aren, can we… do it here?” she asked, her voice thick with heat.
Instead of answering, I lifted her up and laid her gently on the soft grass. As her thin dress slipped off like a shed skin, her moonlit naked body was revealed in breathtaking glory.
I explored her with reverent care. I kissed her neck, then her breasts, then slowly moved down her stomach. When my lips brushed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, she arched her back and moaned.
“Haa…! Aren, there… it’s too sensitive…!”
When I slipped a finger into her slick folds, the wet, squelching sound shattered the quiet of the night.
“Hngh…”
Squelch. Squelch. Every movement of my hand drew fresh moans from her lips.
“M-my breasts too… touch them… hngh!”
With one hand I roughly kneaded her full breasts while the other continued to stir her drenched pussy. Schlick. Squish. By the time her juices were dripping down my wrist, Isilia grabbed my arm as if she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Haaah… n-now… put it in…”
“You have to go slow, okay…?”
“I know. I’ll be gentle.”
But contrary to my words, I drove my burning-hot cock straight into her tight slit in one powerful thrust.
“Ungh…! Hng, haaang!”
Isilia’s body jerked and tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
“Haa… haang… I told you… to go slow…”
“How can I when your reactions are so damn cute?”
Smack. Smack! The lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the night air.
“Khh…”
Gripping both breasts tightly, I pounded into her with fierce intensity. Her inner walls clamped down as if they would burst.
“W-wait… just a second.”
Squelch—schlick—
“Wait… wait a minute! I’m going to… haa, ngh! Wait!”
Whoosh—!
A clear stream of liquid gushed from between Isilia’s legs like a fountain. Her whole body trembled violently as spasms wracked her.
“Huk, huu… Aren, wait… something’s wrong with my body…”
“Sorry, Isilia. I’m at my limit too.”
“What…? Aren, wait—j-just a second—”
I hooked her thighs over my shoulders and delivered one final, deep thrust.
Thrust—!
I poured every last drop of hot cum into the deepest part of her womb.
“Wait, I’m… I’m coming again… I’m coming again!”
For a long while we stayed locked together, drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, refusing to let each other go.
The next day and the day after that followed the same pattern. We traveled and talked during the day, then explored each other’s bodies at night while camping. With every encounter, Isilia grew bolder and more playfully affectionate.
But the moment we faced the massive walls of Belheim, our bliss quickly faded. From the city entrance, a vile stench and screams greeted us.
“What the hell is this…?”
Beastmen and elves wearing iron collars were being dragged along like luggage, chained together. Wolf beastmen, cat beastmen, elves—their eyes were filled with terror and resignation. People treated them like mere objects without the slightest hesitation.
Slavery had been abolished decades ago, but Belheim was a lawless zone where greed ruled over law.
Isilia’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing her own kind in such a miserable state made her hands tremble uncontrollably. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and murmured softly.
“Calm down, Isilia. Let’s figure out the situation first.”
At that moment, a fat middle-aged man reeking of grease staggered toward us.
“Oho——! That’s quite the fine merchandise you’ve got there!”
His belly bulged so obscenely that it looked ready to burst through his thick clothes. Three gold rings glittered on his fingers. Grease glistened on his lips, and his eyes sparkled with raw greed. He swallowed hard as he looked Isilia up and down.
“An elf slave… and a high elf at that? The skin, the ears, the size of those breasts—unbelievable. Top-grade, absolutely top-grade.”
“How much? One thousand gold? No, I’ll give you two thousand! Cash, right now!”
He shook a heavy coin pouch and laughed obscenely.
When Isilia bit her lip in humiliation, I stepped in front of her and spat coldly.
“This woman is not a slave. She’s my wife.”
Behind him, two burly escort knights narrowed their eyes with icy hostility.
“Hah? Wife? Kekeke, a lowest-class mercenary claiming an elf as his wife? Don’t make me laugh.”
“A beauty like this needs a proper owner like me to handle her every night…”
The man pointed at Isilia’s body with a filthy grin. Her face flushed with shame and rage. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, I stopped her.
“What’s your name?”
“To think there’s someone in this city who doesn’t know my name… I am Volak, head of the trading company.”
“I handle the most slave trading in this city.”
“I’d like to discuss the terms of a deal somewhere quiet.”
At my suggestion, Volak’s face lit up with delight. I sent Isilia to the inn first, then kissed her forehead and whispered.
“I’ll take care of some business and be right back. Wait for me.”
“Aren… be careful…”
Deep in a dark alley.
Volak turned around with an excited expression.
“Alright, let’s talk. How much do you want for her?”
“What the hell are you saying, you pig bastard.”
Splurt—!
Before he could finish, my dagger sliced through the throat of the guard on his right.
“Gurgh…!”
Blood sprayed like a fountain. Before the other guard could even draw his sword, I used the senses from my past life to drive the blade straight into his heart.
Splurt—
“Guhk…!”
Left alone in an instant, terror flooded Volak’s eyes.
“You… what the hell are you?!”
He tried to scream, but I clamped a hand over his mouth and slammed him against the wall.
“Shut up before I kill you right now.”
My voice was cold and heavy. I whispered quietly into Volak’s ear.
“Was it that fun treating elves like slaves?”
“T-that’s…”
Volak shook violently and pissed himself. The front of his pants grew dark and wet.
“S-spare me… please… I’ll give you as much money as you want! Three thousand gold… no, five thousand…!”
“I don’t need it.”
Shunk—!
The blade pierced straight through his throat. Volak convulsed while still pissing himself, then went still. I took the slave market access pass that fell from his pocket, then opened my palm.
Fireball
A small but densely compressed flame swallowed the corpses. The disgusting smell of burning human grease stung my nose.
‘A slave market, huh…’
I turned and headed back to where Isilia was waiting.
When I returned to the inn, Isilia ran over and hugged me tightly.
“Aren! Did anything happen?”
“No, nothing at all.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“If you say so… I’ll believe you.”
I smiled and stroked her hair. Isilia still looked a little suspicious, but she soon buried her face in my chest.
“Still… slaves…”
She seemed lost in thought again.
“Yeah, I should look into it.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I have to be careful… I’m only a lowest-class mercenary, after all…”
“Ah… t-that’s not what I meant!”
I chuckled softly.
“I know. By the way, it feels like my skills have improved a lot since last time… or is it just my imagination?”
“I’m not sure, but getting stronger is a good thing, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll take it as a good thing.”
I gazed out the window at the dark city. By tomorrow, rumors that one of the city’s big players had vanished would spread, and the rats would start to move.
Maybe because of the memories from my past life as a hero, I was actually starting to look forward to tearing this filthy city apart.