A peaceful green meadow, amidst a refreshing breeze, atop a grassy bed on a small hill. Floating in a complete daze, I continued to kiss Irina deeply while fucking Christi with nothing but my lower body. “Nn, nngh… Ha… Master… Sympson…” Despite the fact that I had pulled her in for a forceful kiss, Irina began to slowly release her hold, pulling herself up into a half-kneeling position to suck on me of her own accord. “Wh-What… Irina…!?” And while I was stunned by the “womanly expression” on Irina’s face, Christi writhed in agony from the forceful insertion that carried nothing but my saliva. “Haah…” Tilting her head from side to side, Irina responded feverishly to the slow, languid movements of my tongue. The warmth of the vagina enveloping my cock and the sensation of her thin tongue tickling mine were both incredibly pleasant. ”…I am sorry for what I said before, Christi… As you can see, I have… well, I have permitted my entire body to Master Sympson. It wouldn’t be strange even if I were already with child.” “Wh-What…!? No way… Y-You, even though you’re still so small…” “Nngh… D-Don’t call me small! My growth spurt just stopped a little early… If one lives for 150 years, it is an age where a human could have great-grandchildren…!” “Th-That may be true, but… ahh…!” Since Christi was being rather noisy, I increased the pace of my hips—which had only been swaying gently—to forcefully penetrate deep into the vaginal canal. At a depth where the tip of my cock continuously poked at her cervix, I thrust my hips with short, rhythmic twitches, demanding that Irina continue kissing me with a wet, sloppy sound. While still trying to say something to Christi, Irina prioritized kissing me, entwining her tongue with mine for a while before turning back to lecture Christi again. “That is why… there is no need for you to open yourself up like that…” “N-No, but with your body, a child would… ngh… Besides, if the Clan Chief herself were to defile her blood, what would become of… ngh, ahh…!!” “That goes for you too… Nm, slurp… Nmmu.” “I am, after all, merely a deputy… And, I do have some experience…” “Both of you, shut up.” I intensified my assault on the two women, who refused to stay silent even as I pressed them. Specifically, I reached around and thrust my middle fingers into both of their anuses. “Hwaah♪” “Ah, no…!?” Reaching inside Irina’s panties, I found out: this little girl was already soaking wet. She seemed to be in much better condition than Christi, who was struggling to maintain focus even while being poked. …Yeah. Well, there was no reason to hesitate. I would simply do whatever felt good to me. “Irina.” “Fwa… ah.” Staring at Irina, who was beginning to melt from the kissing and the anal stimulation, I forcefully pulled my cock out of Christi’s vagina. “Auhn…!?” Then, I pulled Irina close, pulling her panties down as far as necessary. ”…M-Master Sympson…♪” “You look like the more slutty one.” ”…M-Maybe…♪” Leaving Christi behind, I inserted myself into Irina’s vagina from between her buttocks. “Fwaah…♪” Embracing Irina, who let out a strangely joyful cry, I began to fuck her deeply while standing up.
“Ah, ahhh…” Christy watched with wide, astonished eyes. It was unclear what exactly was causing her shock—whether it was the fact that the young-looking Irina was being penetrated so easily, or the fact that Irina didn’t look pained or even repulsed, but rather looked delighted, as if she had been waiting for this. Well, it didn’t really matter. It felt too good. “Irina… as I thought, your pussy is so slutty, so tight… it feels amazing…” “It’s… it’s your fault… because of you…♪” “I feel like I never want to leave this place… I finally understand how the elves feel…” “What do you mean, ‘the elves’? I told you, you’re the only one who knows what’s inside me…♪” “…Oh, was that so?” I felt like everything was getting a bit muddled, but I didn’t care. It felt too good. Keeping Irina pinned in my arms, I continued to thrust my hips as I pleased while holding her close. Amidst the refreshing breeze, the beautiful scenery, the warm sunlight, and Christy’s gaze— I pressed the head of my cock hard against the opening of Irina’s cervix and ejaculated. “Ngh, haaaaaaaaaah…♪” Letting out a voice that trembled with particularly intense pleasure, Irina went limp. I pumped a burst of semen into her vagina, which clung to me like a different species altogether. “Hey, Irina.” “…♪” I sighed at Irina, who was drifting off into a daze. Then— “U-Um… Are you… not… satisfied…?” Christy asked, lightly cradling her exposed breasts. I looked at Christy and nodded, my mind still feeling a bit fuzzy. “I-If that is the case, then, me, again…” “…Ah—” Christy lowered the arms she had been using to cover her breasts, offering a hesitant but slightly expectant smile. “You certainly look pretty slutty right now, too.” “S-Slutty… well, I don’t mind that, but…” I lunged at Christy, who was giving me a wry smile. This time, she seemed eager from the start. Her vagina, which hadn’t been wet at all a moment ago, was now well-lubricated. “Um, please be gentle… Ah!?” I grabbed Christy’s hips before she could finish her sentence and thrust inside her from behind in one motion. Unlike before, when insertion felt like navigating the depths of a rugged cavern, this time I slid all the way to the back of her vagina with a slick ease. “Th-This is…” “It’s all sticky from mine and Irina’s juices.” “Ahhh…” Christy’s shoulders trembled with pleasure. “…Show me more of your body.” On a whim, I began to pull at her clothes. When they wouldn’t come off, I simply tore them away. “Ah, wha—!?”
It’s a great body. I won’t go as far as calling it Sharon-level, but it’s well-proportioned—curves where they should be, and slim where they should be. Her breasts are quite maternal compared to Irina’s, but they’re a decent size. I’d say they’re a bit larger than Aurora’s. The sight of that beautiful, supple naked body being exposed defenselessly under the sun… it leaves me in a daze of arousal. “It’s a body that makes me want to ravage you until we’re both drenched in sweat.” “Ah… no, don’t… haaa… ah, ahhh…!!” I begin to thrust my hips.
…
After a while, I suddenly find myself questioning what I’m doing. A refreshing breeze, warm sunlight, the scent of flowers. Everything up to this point is fine. Before my eyes is Christi, naked and completely exhausted, having been subjected to two forceful ejaculations, simply letting herself be taken. Scattered around her are the remnants of her clothes. And there is Irina, lying there with her backside exposed, exactly as I left her after my previous bout. And then there’s the untouched lunch and tea. ”…Eh?” The blood drained from my face. Hold on, no matter how you look at it, this is bad. “U-Uwaa… W-what have I…!?” In a panic, I pull my cock out of Christi with a wet pop. A mixture of frothy semen and vaginal fluids oozed out from within her. “Mr. Sympson… ah… the effect of the tea is already…♪” Christi says, her voice sounding dazed. “T-the effect of the tea…!?” “You are, well, a victim… do not let it trouble you,” Irina says. From the side, Irina begins to languidly suck on my cock, which was still half-aroused. Whether it was the effect of that tea or Irina’s skill, my cock reached climax in no time. I spurted semen into Irina’s mouth. ”…Ngh… mgh… ngh…” Irina was desperately trying to swallow it. She could have just spat it out, though.
“I am so sorry. There is a wild herb native to the Northern Forest called Kanetsukiso, which we use to lightly flavor our tea… but it has hallucinogenic properties that humans don’t have much resistance to. I’m so sorry. I knew of it in theory, but since we rarely serve tea to humans in the Sakura Clan, I forgot to check…” Since her clothes had been reduced to little more than rags, Christi apologized to me with a look of genuine remorse while remaining naked. ”…N-no, it’s… well, it’s mutual, I guess. I mean, the rape is clearly much worse… Besides, Irina, you could have done something about it with ‘Venomous Serpent’s Eye’ or something.” ”…Hmm. Now that you mention it… I suppose it would have been settled if you had just kept ravaging me.” “That doesn’t settle it!?” For now, I just kept apologizing profusely to Christi. “I know it’s a bit much to say ‘I’m truly sorry, please forgive me,’ but please do forgive me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you—just please, I’m serious, don’t try to do anything… to Polka…” “No, well, the act itself is somewhat inconsequential. It had been a while for me too, so I got a bit carried away… so let’s consider it consensual…” ”…Ah, uh…” Is that really okay? Even if we write off the fact that it was rape, stripping a clan representative naked outdoors and doing… all that… is extremely risky. “Well, since Christi says it is fine, you should let it rest.” ”…Is it really okay? Stripping someone naked and having outdoor sex feels like a major violation.” “U-um… It is certainly a bit sad that your clothes were torn… but please, just be careful about that, okay?”
“Is that really the only problem?” “For elves, mating outdoors isn’t all that taboo… well, provided there are no witnesses, of course.” Elves are amazing. I’d love to see that. ”…Even so, the way Mr. Smyson loves so intensely and passionately was quite stimulating… ♪ I can certainly understand why the Azure Princess and Irina would be so enamored.” Far from being traumatized by being ravished, Christi was saying this with a perfectly normal smile. This woman is also amazing. “Christi has been married twice, you see. It’s best to assume that’s just how she is.” “Tw—twice?” “With her competence and such beauty, there’s no way someone hasn’t tried to take her as a wife in her 400 years of life. …Well, elven men, much like Sakura, tend to have high pride. They couldn’t handle someone as perfect and magnanimous as Christi, so both marriages ended in divorce within a few years.” “Hey! Stop gossiping about people!” “Heh heh heh. You, taking advantage of me being in the throes of pleasure, went and invited him yourself the second time, even though it wasn’t even necessary. This is payback.” “But Mr. Smyson looked dissatisfied, so it’s fine, isn’t it!?” They’re playing around peacefully, but how am I supposed to send Christi home? This is a difficult problem.
“Please do come again anytime! ♪” Despite being given such generous words, I ultimately ended up handing Irina her cloak and leaving the Sakura Clan Village. “A-Anyway, she is a busy woman, so don’t take her words at face value and go visiting her all the time, alright?” “Before that, it’s impossible for me to even enter the forest without you…” “Mm. That is fine.” Irina nodded with a certain air of superiority. Next… “How about the Orange Clan? It’s an interesting village with many skilled martial artists.” “Please spare me. Lady Irina, do you have a death wish, trying to bring a woman who just filled Gorcus’s belly with semen to his village?” “Ho ho ho ho ♪” I’m definitely the one who poured it in, though. Why is Irina gloating in this situation?
In the end, we arrived at the Red Clan Village. I’ve stayed here before and have been welcomed with consecutive days of banquets; it’s a place I’m familiar with, second only to the Silver Clan, which I’ve used as a waypoint many times. “Now then. As for the specialty of the Red Clan…” “The food is delicious.” It feels a bit strange to say this right after eating premium one-horned horse ham from the Sakura Clan, but compared to the Silver Clan’s cuisine—which uses that mysterious fruit in everything (it’s delicious, but everything is sweet and sour, so you get tired of it)—the Red Clan’s food is much closer to Trot’s cuisine, which is a plus. Even among clans in the same outer rim, there must be a difference between the reformers who actively adopt outside culture and the die-hard conservatives. “That said, it’s a bit much to go begging for food before the sun has even begun to set, right after that sandwich.” “True.” My stomach wasn’t even growling yet. “In that case, shall we go pay our respects to the new Clan Chief of the Red Clan?” “The new Chief… Come to think of it, is Diel not the chief anymore?” “Mm.” I think I saw him briefly once when I was commissioned for a monster territory exploration, but to be honest, I wasn’t in any state to memorize faces. Ferios attacked me immediately after. “I should try to remember. …Come to think of it, I don’t know the new Chief of the Silver Clan either.” “Well, you can figure that out eventually. If you’re going to be coming in and out of the forest via Polka, you’ll inevitably meet them.” “Yeah.”
The two of us headed straight toward the former Diel mansion.
“It is not exactly our first meeting, but since this is the first time we are truly warming the bonds of our friendship, I look forward to working with you. I am Marc, the Chief of the Red Clan.” The new Chief of the Red Clan was an elf youth, somewhat short of stature. He was perhaps five centimeters shorter than me. It was a bit rare, as elven men tend to be quite tall. That was fine, but his use of honorifics was so sloppy it left a bitter taste in my mouth. “N-Nice to meet you. I’m Andy Smythson, Decurion.” “I shall take a brief stroll through the territory. Since he is not well-acquainted with the forest, you see.” “U-Understood. A-Anyway, Lady Irina… no, I can just use your name now, since I’m a Chief too. Did you like that wood carving I sent the other day?” “Before even the issue of names, learn proper grammar from someone, you fool,” Irina interjected, looking displeased. Good, so even for an elf, that was inappropriate. “B-But the only language I—!” “What is a Chief to do if he cannot speak the languages of the world outside the forest? Even children in Gin can speak Trot, yet if this is the state of the Red Chief, I dread to think of the future. Also, I know not what that statue was, so I gave it to Gorkus.” “Waaaaah!” I knew he wasn’t great at academics, but isn’t he being a bit too fragile, Marc-kun?
After obtaining permission to use the unicorns from Marc-kun (with Irina being half-forceful about it), we walked toward the ranch. “That man, Marc, was born only a few years apart from me.” “That guy!?” He was so easy to rattle that I had assumed he was much younger than me. “He has been casting flirtatious glances my way for a long time.” ”…Is that, um, that statue I sent you?” “It appeared to be a horse or something, but to the Lumberjack Grizzly, it looked like the death throes of a Rock Golem.” ”…He’s clumsy.” “Gorkus named it ‘The neighing of a holy beast rising from the very brink of death.’” ”…The ‘holy beast on the brink of death’ that Gorkus saw was that meat slime, right?” In other words, Irina’s point that she didn’t really understand what was happening seemed correct. “More importantly, is it really okay for the Red Clan to have a Chief who is so clumsy and has such… questionable language skills?” “Despite that, his reputation for martial prowess is said to rival Diel’s. They say he can handle something like a Rock Golem with just a single sword.” He wasn’t considered all that terrifying around my circle, but a Rock Golem is the kind of monster that requires ten ordinary infantrymen to defeat. In other words, despite his small stature, Marc-kun is apparently close to an Ace Knight. Well, Anzeros is small, too. “Furthermore, his drive to revitalize the clan is second to none. That is precisely why Diel appointed him. Regardless of his clumsiness, those around him can manage. Right now, motivation is the most important thing.” “So you do value him to some extent.” “Only to a certain extent. His courtship tactics are quite chilling.” ”…Even though he treats me all sorts of ways without a second thought.” “I-It is not without thought… A-And, you and I, w-we have good compatibility… and you are quite dependable at times.” Irina spoke while fidgeting, her face flushing red. She was cute. I instinctively felt like hugging her. But, having already made a huge mistake with the Sakura Clan, I carefully scanned my surroundings… …Wait. Several faces were peeking out from the shadows of a nearby thicket. ”…” From behind a single tree, I saw black long ears, long black hair, beautiful red hair, and the brim of an old, worn hat. I thought to myself, this feels like a fairy tale.
“Uh…” ”?” As I hesitated, trying to find the right words in a cold tone, Irina turned to look at me. She likely had the same expression on her face as I did.
”…What in the world are you all doing?” “Diane-san, Lyra, Aurora. And Neia.”
The four Symbols flinched. Then, they stepped forward hesitantly.
”…I heard you were guiding Andy, Irina.” “That isn’t the only thing, is it?” Diane-san questioned with an awkward attempt to maintain her dignity, while Aurora asked with a bright smile that practically radiated suspicion.
“Ugh… W-well, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I certainly haven’t allowed Lord Smytson to face any hardships, have I?” ”…” ”…” Diane-san and Aurora fell silent, wearing strange expressions. Ah, I don’t really understand what’s happening, but I can tell that something is being conveyed with quite the intensity.
“Hmph. Well then, I shall not ask what you were doing. However, where were you intending to go? My wings are far faster than any horse, you know!” “N-no, well, since we were already here, we just thought we’d go see if we could find a Holy Beast or something.” “Ho, ho, ho. I see, I see.” Lyra nodded. Beside her, Neia offered a strained, polite smile.
“Um, Lyra-san. This has been bothering me for a little while, but what exactly do you mean by ‘wings’ and ‘flying’… You’re not talking about Maia-san, are you…?” “There, there. My share might decrease a little, but it’s fine to go all out once in a while. Come, ride, my dear Master.” Lyra abruptly stripped off her clothes. Neia gasped in horror. The others, having grown accustomed to this, didn’t react at all.
Then, a phantom shock resonated through my very brain.
Thud. A massive Black Dragon appeared at the edge of the Red Clan Estate. “E-Eeeek!?” Neia stumbled, her hat falling to the ground. …Come to think of it, Neia doesn’t know that Lyra is a dragon, does she?
“Get on. …Well, I’ll let it slide just for today. Don’t go sneaking off ahead without us again, Irina. …I was a little worried, you know.” “If I can spend my rare day off with my beloved Master… well, I suppose I shall balance the scales too! ♪” “U-um, a drag… and that’s black, and surely that’s a Fire Dragon…!?” “Enough talk. Are you getting on or not? I’ll fly by picking you up.” “Eek!? U-um, yes, I’ll get on! I’ll get on!”
Irina and I were scooped up by Lyra’s hand and carried onto her back. …Sigh. I wasn’t sure about this carefree vacation with just Irina at first, but seeing it like this, I feel a little bit of regret. But still.
“Well, if the Red Clan’s specialty is the Holy Beast Labyrinth… then Lord Smytson’s ‘specialty’ must be this very liveliness.” “What kind of way is that to put it?” “I don’t dislike it! ♪”
I gripped one of the spikes on Lyra’s back, and Irina clung to me as she held on.
“Let’s go!”
Black wings beat against the sky.
(To be continued)