On a peaceful green meadow, with the breeze fresh and cool, atop a grassy bed on a gentle hill.
I was in an utterly floaty mood, continuing to kiss Irina passionately while impaling Christie solely with my lower half.
“Hn, nng… Hah… My Lord Smaison…”
Despite pulling her back and forcing a kiss, she slowly eased up, sinking onto her knees as I did, eagerly latching on of her own accord.
“S-such… Irina…!?”
And though that look of pure female delight made me flinch in shock, Christie was thrashing in torment from the sheer rudeness of how little I’d even spit before thrusting inside.
“Haah…”
Tilting her head frequently this way and that, Irina busily responded to my sluggish tongue movements.
The warm sensation of the vagina enveloping my cock, the ticklish feel of the thin tongue rubbing against mine—both were incredibly pleasing.
”…I suppose saying I’m sorry wasn’t the worst thing, Christie… L-look, as you can see, I’ve long forgiven Lord Smaison for his advances. Even if a child has taken root, nothing’s amiss.”
“E-e…!? N-no way… Ah, you’re still… even with how small you are…”
“Nnngh… D-don’t call me ‘small’! I just stopped growing slightly early! If we live to 150, having a great-grandchild would be perfectly normal age-wise!”
“A, y-yep, but… Ahhhn!!”
Since Christie was making such a racket, I intensified the swaying of my hips just a touch and forcefully drove deeper into her womb.
Thrusting as deeply as possible, nearly poking the tip of my cock against her uterus, I shook my hips briskly while demanding more kisses from Irina with my thick lips.
Even as Irina struggled to say something to Christie, she prioritized the kiss, entwining tongues for a moment before challenging Christie again.
“So… n-no need for you to open your body up like that…”
“N-no, but a child still comes from your body… Ngh… Moreover, if even the clan leader defiles her own blood, what sort of consequences would ensue… Ngh, ahuf…!!”
“That applies to you too… Nnngh, tchu-ru… Nnngh”
“W-well, I’m merely a figurehead… Besides, I’ve had my share of experience…”
“Both of you shut up.”
Ignoring their silence despite the intensifying torture, I drove even harder.
Specifically, I reached around and thrust my middle finger into both their anal openings.
“Haaah♪”
“Ah, nnnn…!?”
Once I had a hand deep inside Irina’s panties, it was clear: this little girl was thoroughly soaked.
Despite the intrusion, Christie seemed far less focused and far less in the mood than Irina.
…Yeah.
Well, there was no need to hesitate. I’d just make myself comfortable, period.
“Irina”
“Phhh…!”
Gazing upon Irina, beginning to melt away from kisses and anal torment, I forcefully withdrew my cock from Christie’s vagina.
“Aun…!?”
Then, without missing a beat, I cradled Irina in my arms, sliding down her panties as far as necessary.
”…S-Smaison-sama…♪”
“You seem far more depraved.”
”…M-maybe indeed…♪”
Leaving Christie behind, I thrust straight into the cleft of her buttocks, impaling her.
“Fhaah…♪”
Cradling Irina, who was making strangely happy sounds, I hoisted myself up and began pounding her thoroughly while standing tall.
“Aa… aaaah…” Christi watched that with wide, startled eyes. Was she surprised by how easily this young-looking Irina allowed herself to be penetrated, or perhaps more so by the fact that Irina showed no discomfort, no displeasure—but instead wore an expression of pure joy, as if she’d been waiting for exactly this moment? Well, it hardly mattered either way. It felt good.
“Irina… your cunt’s truly randy and tight… damn good… ah…”
“S-s-so it’s all because of y-you… b-because of you…♪”
“I kinda don’t ever wanna get out of here now… I can understand the elves’ feelings now…”
“Eh, but as for the elves, I’m pretty sure only you know what goes on in your hole…♪”
”…Yeah, that’s right, wasn’t it?”
It felt like my brain was all scrambled, kind of crossed-wiring. But hey, it felt good. I held Irina fast in my arms, keeping her pinned as I rode her hard. With the cool breeze and beautiful scenery surrounding us, bathed in warm sunlight, watched over by Christi’s gaze— I drove my glans deep into her vaginal opening and came inside her.
“Gah… haaaaaaah…♪”
Shrieking with pure ecstasy, Irina finally went limp.
After thoroughly coating that strange, suction-cup vagina of hers with my cum…
“Hold on a sec, Irina.”
”…”
I sighed, watching her look a bit out of it.
“A-um… d-did you not get… satisfied?”
Christi asked while lightly clutching her bare chest.
I looked at Christi and gave a vague nod, my head feeling all fuzzy.
“If I didn’t satisfy you, then let me…”
“…ah.”
She lowered the arm that had been covering her breasts and offered a shy smile, one that held just a flicker of hope.
“You certainly seem randy yourself right now.”
“I-I’m randy… well, it’s not like that or anything…”
I launched into an assault on Christi, who was letting out a faint bitter laugh.
This time, she looked ready to give it her all from the start; her vagina, completely dry just moments before, was now slick with moisture.
“Um… please go easy on me… eh!?”
I grabbed Christi’s waist just as she tried to speak, and in one swift motion thrust back into her.
The deepest part of her vagina, which had felt like a steep rocky cavern during penetration earlier, slid smoothly all the way in at once.
“G-g-getting… so d-deep…”
“It’s all sticky with us two mixing our juices.”
“Aaaah…”
Christi shuddered with pleasure as I took hold of her shoulder.
”…Show me your body a little more clearly.”
An idea struck me, and I slowly began to pull at my clothes. Since they refused to come off, I just tore them off entirely and discarded them. “A-uh…!?”
A fine body. I wouldn’t go so far as to say Sharon-level, but every curve that should protrude does, and every part that ought to tighten is snug. Her breasts are maternal and firm compared to Irina’s, though of moderate size; bigger than Aurora, perhaps? The sight of her whole, beautifully supple naked form, utterly defenseless under the sun, stirs a faint arousal within me. “What a great body—I want to ravish it until you’re dripping with sweat.” “Y-yah! N-n-no… haaah… ah, ahh…!!” I begin to rock my hips back and forth.
………….
After a while, I suddenly start doubting what I’m doing.
The breeze is refreshing, the sunlight warm, and there’s even the scent of flowers—so far, so good.
Before me lies Christi, fully naked after two forceful ejaculations, completely exhausted and being ravished as she pleads with nothing to spare. Her clothes are left scattered around her.
Then there’s Irina, still lying on her side in mid-ravage, exposing half of her buttocks, abandoned where she fell.
And the lunch and tea left out unattended.
”……Eh?”
My blood runs cold.
Wait a minute… this is really messed up.
“Eeep! U-uh… oh god, what on earth am I doing…!?”
I hastily withdraw my penis from Christi’s vagina. From her slit leaks a mixture of foamy semen and lust juices that drip lazily down.
“Smayson… san… ah, the effects of the tea are already kicking in… ♪”
She speaks with a vacant gaze.
“T-the effects of the tea…!?”
“You’re well, just a victim… don’t worry about it.”
Sitting casually aside, Irina suddenly latches onto my throbbing manhood. Whether it’s some effect of that mysterious tea or simply Irina’s own trick, my erection soon reaches its peak almost instantly, shooting semen into her mouth.
”……Ngh… nggh… nngk…”
Irina tries desperately to swallow it all. Though she could’ve just spat it out.
“I sincerely apologize. There is a wild herb called Kanetsuki grass native to the northern forest that we used as a subtle flavoring for tea… however, it possesses hallucinogenic effects to which humans have little resistance. My apologies; I knew of its properties intellectually, but offering tea to humans from the Sakura Clan is hardly ever done, so I simply forgot to check…”
As her clothes are now practically rags, she apologizes with a sorrowful look while still naked.
”……N-no, no, I mean, it’s more or less mutual… except that rape is clearly far worse anyway… and besides, Irina, couldn’t you have just used something like ‘Serpent’s Gaze’ to fix this?”
”…Hmm. You make a point… well, if I’d just continued fucking you for longer, it would’ve been simpler.”
“Forget about it!?”
For now, I offer my fullest apologies to Christi.
“I truly am sorry. Saying ‘please forgive me’ feels inadequate, but please do forgive me—I’m willing to do anything to make it up, whether it’s becoming a Polka or whatever else you need, seriously, really.”
“Indeed, well… having sex isn’t really all that important anyway. It’s been a while for both of us, and I got a bit carried away in the moment. So let’s just consider this part as agreed…”
”……Ah—er, um…”
Is that okay? Even if I’ve erased the charge of rape, stripping someone half-naked outdoors like that in front of clan representatives and indulging their desires quite openly is still pretty shady territory.
“Since Christi herself seems fine with it, let’s just drop this matter.”
”……Are you sure about that? Having someone strip you half-naked right off the bat feels like pretty serious non-consensual touching, doesn’t it?”
“U-um… hmm… yes, it’s a bit sad that your clothes ended up torn like that… but please be more careful next time, okay?”
Is that the extent of the problem?
“Intimate relations outside the forest aren’t entirely taboo for elves… well, provided it’s where no one can see.”
Elves are incredible. I really want to see them in action.
“Still, Miss Samson’s passionate and fervent love was quite stimulating…♪ It makes sense why Princess Skyblue and Irina would be so captivated by it.”
Christie speaks of the violation she endured not with a trace of resentment, but with a casual smile on her face, bringing up these things as if they were nothing.
This person is truly something else.
“Christie has had two husbands before. Well… it’s probably better to think of it as such.”
“H-Has it? Two?”
“With her capabilities and such a beautiful figure, there’s no way anyone wouldn’t want to marry someone who’s lived for over 400 years… though it’s not just sakura-type elves; many elven males have high standards. Besides the fact that she went too far once, they couldn’t stand her deep-hearted Christie, and they split up again within a few years both times.”
“Hey! Don’t talk so bluntly about people like that!”
“Kukuku. You tried to seduce me yourself the second time even though I wasn’t even interested—taking advantage of the fact that you knew I was getting worked up. This is my comeuppance.”
“Samson looked quite unsatisfied with that, so why not?”
They’re bickering peacefully, but how on earth am I going to get Christie back? What a tough question.
“Feel free to visit us anytime♪”
Receiving such magnanimous words, Irina ends up handing over Christie’s cloak before departing from the Sakurazaka estate.
“Oh, but you know she’s quite busy, so don’t take her offer too literally and start visiting frequently?”
“Even if you say that, without you I couldn’t even enter the forest…”
“Indeed. That is fine then.”
Irina nods with an air of arrogance.
What’s next…?
“How about Orange? It’s an estate full of interesting people who are skilled in martial arts.”
“For crying out loud! You’re dragging someone like me, who stuffed their belly with semen at Mr. Golksu’s place, all the way to there? Do you harbor any murderous intent toward me, Your Majesty Irina?”
“Hoho-ho♪”
It was definitely me who injected myself into that situation. Why is Irina so triumphant in such a scenario?
In the end, we arrived at the Crimson Estate.
Having stayed there once before and been treated to an endless feast, plus having used it as a relay point numerous times, this place is second only to Silver as the most familiar location to me.
“Now then, when thinking of Crimson specialties…?”
“Their food is delicious.”
Although we just ate the supreme-grade boar ham from the Sakurazaka clan moments ago and saying that on the spot feels a bit off, the cuisine here at the Crimson estate is certainly much closer to Trot’s cooking compared to Silver’s (which is fine-tasting but uses some mysterious fruit in everything, making it too sweet and sour, leading to boredom).
Even though they’re both border clans, there’s a difference between the reformists who actively adopt outside culture and the conservatives.
“Still, demanding a meal right after that sandwich, before the sun has even set… that’s just absurd.”
“You’ve got a point.”
My stomach isn’t grumbling yet.
“In that case, perhaps I should go pay respects to the new head of the Crimson clan.”
“The new clan leader… oh right, Dier isn’t the one anymore, is she?”
“Indeed.”
I think I caught a glimpse of her during that time when we were asked to explore the monster territory, but to be honest, I can barely remember his face since Ferious attacked immediately after.
“I better make an effort to remember… oh right, I don’t even know who the new head of Silver is.”
“Well, there’s time for that later. Eventually, if we’re coming in and out of the forest through Polka, we’ll have no choice but to meet them.”
“Yeah.”
Heading toward my former residence at the House of Dier with only her by my side.
“This isn’t our first meeting, but I suppose this is the first time we’ve been able to warm a genuine friendship. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Mark, the newly appointed Elder of the Scarlet Clan.”
The elf boy before me was slightly shorter than average for his kind.
Perhaps five centimeters shorter than I? It’s rare to see such a compact frame among tall elves.
That wasn’t the issue—it was that he spoke with such sloppy honorifics; it made my guts churn with irritation.
“I-I’ll do my best! I’m Andy Smythe, Leader of the Ten.”
“I’d like to take you for a brief stroll around the territory. It’s said he knows nothing of the forest.”
“Y-Yes, understood! B-But anyway, Lady Irina… well, since I’m now an Elder myself, maybe it’s okay if we drop formalities? Did you enjoy the wooden statue I sent over recently?”
“Long before discussing what to call each other, you fool, learn some proper speech!”
Irina snapped back in a foul mood. Good; so much for her being open-minded toward elves.
“B-But that’s because I only know Elf! I can’t help it!”
“Being the Elder himself and yet unable to speak beyond the forest borders—how does one expect to lead? Even children of silver-blood are taught to speak Trot’s tongue, and a Scarlet Leader acting this way will lead to trouble. And as for that statue… I couldn’t figure out what it was, so I gave it to Gorkus.”
“U-Uwahhh!”
It’s understandable he struggles with studies, but come on, Mark—this is pushing the limits of ‘cute,’ don’t you think?
After securing permission from Mark (Irina being half-hearted about her persuasion) to use one of the unicorns, we made our way toward the pasture.
“That man named Mark was born roughly two or three years after me.”
“Wh-What!?”
He seemed too fragile to handle a punch, leading me to initially assume he was younger than me.
“He has had designs on me since old times.”
”…So that’s the statue I received?”
“It was likely a horse or something of the sort; I saw it alongside the Rock Manikin upon its death and the Deathbound Grizzly as well.”
”…Awkward much.”
“Gorkus named it ‘The Roar of the Holy Beast Rising from the Very Brink of Death.’”
“Ah… so the Holy Beast Gorkus witnessed at the brink of death was that thing, the Fleshy Slime?”
It seems Irina’s suggestion—that it simply amounted to “something unclear”—is quite correct.
“Come on, placing someone so clumsy with such questionable speech as our Elder? How can the Scarlet Clan trust that?”
“Still, he boasts a reputation for valor nearly matching Dier’s. He claimed a single blade could handle anything a Rock Manikin throws his way.”
While those around me don’t fear him much, the truth is an ordinary infantryman would require ten men just to defeat a Rock Manikin.
In other words, despite his tiny stature, Mark seems close to being an Ace Knight himself. Well, Anzeros was small too, after all.
“Besides, no one can match his desire to revitalize our clan. That is precisely why Dier chose him. Regardless of his clumsiness or other flaws, we just need everyone else to chip in. Right now, ambition is the most critical factor.”
“So you do hold him in decent regard.”
“It’s merely ‘decent,’ nothing more. His advances are enough to make one shudder.”
”…Not that I’m easily shaken by all these things he does.”
“I-I’m not saying it’s fine… b-but you have good chemistry with him, and sometimes he is indeed a reliable ally.”
She stammered while turning bright red as she spoke. Adorable.
For a moment, I almost moved to embrace her. But given our previous disastrous encounter involving the cherry blossom clan, I needed to remain cautious and scan my surroundings…
…Wait. A few faces were peeking out from the shadows of nearby bushes.
”…”
Hidden beneath the shade of a single tree: black pointed ears, long black hair, vivid crimson fur, and the brim of an old, tattered hat.
It felt like a scene straight out of a fairy tale.
“Hm…”
”?”
As I struggled to find the right words with a deadened voice, Irina also turned her head.
Probably wearing an expression just like mine.
”…What in tarnation are you two up to?”
“Ms. Diane, Lyra, Aurora. And also Neia.”
The four symbols twitched suddenly.
And then, they shuffled out hesitantly.
”…Irina. I heard that you were guiding Andy somewhere, but…”
“There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”
Diane asked suspiciously while trying to maintain her dignity, and Aurora, smiling broadly with pure suspicion in her eyes, joined the inquiry.
“Uu… Well, well, I may not know exactly what you’re talking about, but surely they wouldn’t make His Grace’s Smaysun lord anything that inconveniences him, would they?”
”…”
”…”
Diane and Aurora fell silent with awkward expressions. Ah, something was conveyed without a single word—just the vibe of things being off. Something was up.
“Alright then. Let’s not dwell on what you were doing. But tell me where you’re headed. My wings are faster than horses, aren’t they?”
“N-no, no! Since we’ve come here anyway, I was just thinking maybe we should go meet a Holy Beast or something!”
“Ho ho ho. I see, I see.”
Lyra nodded. Beside her, Neia forced on a polite smile.
“Excuse me, Ms. Lyra? I’ve had a question for a while now, but regarding flying and your wings… isn’t that about Maya-senpai’s story, isn’t it…?”
“There there. For a moment my share will decrease, but sometimes it’s fun to go big. Mount up, oh my beloved master!”
Lyra suddenly stripped off her clothes in one motion.
Neia gasped in horror. The others were already desensitized; no reaction at all.
A phantom shock resonated only within their minds.
Thump! A massive Black Dragon appeared abruptly at the edge of the Red Clan’s stronghold.
“Eh, eh-!?”
Neia stumbled, her hat falling off as a result.
…Right, I think Neia didn’t know Lyra was a dragon either.
“Mount up. …Well, I’ll let it slide this one time. Don’t try to cut in front, Irina. …I was a bit worried about you, that’s all.”
“If I can spend my rare leave with my beloved master… then, naturally, I too will bring things into balance♪”
“A-ah, um, drago… Wait, it’s black, isn’t it supposed to be a Fire Dragon!?”
“Just get on. You’re about to take flight!”
“Hii!? Aa… Yes, yes, I’ll ride! I’ll ride!”
Irina and I were lifted into Lyra’s arms and carried onto her back.
…Ah. An idle vacation just for Irina and me. At first, I wondered how it would be like, but looking at it this way, I’m starting to feel a bit sorry I left.
But.
“Well then, if the Red Clan’s specialty is the Holy Beast Labyrinth… then His Grace Smaysun’s own ‘specialty’ is this lively atmosphere, isn’t it?”
“What was that supposed to mean?”
“I have no dislike for it♪”
I placed my hand on a spike on Lyra’s back, while Irina clung onto me as if embracing me.
“Let’s go!”
Black wings strike the sky.
(To be continued)