Chapter 46: Tangled Bonds and Stained Sheets!!

A young dark elf with striking beauty stared blankly at red petals scattered on pure white sheets.

His blue-and-green heterochromatic eyes glistened with tears, trailing down his cheeks, pooling at his jaw, and dripping onto the sheets. The tears blended into the stains, vanishing quickly.

Sobs echoed through the room.

"Sniff… sob… hic… T-This is… too cruel…" Mare whimpered.

He hugged his small frame tightly, as if shielding himself from any touch. But a gentle pat on his shoulder drew a small scream.

"Eek!"

"Calling it cruel is a bit harsh," the man said. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"W-What are you saying!?" Mare cried. "I… I never wanted this—"

"You're a Floor Guardian," the man interrupted. "If you'd resisted, I'd have been powerless. You didn't resist. That says it all."

"That's…" Mare faltered.

His beautiful eyes wavered. In contrast, the man's red-and-blue heterochromatic eyes gleamed with delight.

"Shall we do it again?" he asked.

"N-No…!" Mare pleaded. "Not that… never again!"

"Oh, how selfish," the man teased. "Then shall we ask Aura-sama? To find out what Mare-sama truly desires?"

"N-No… don't tell Onee-chan!" Mare begged.

"We won't know unless we ask," the man said. "Or is it so obvious it doesn't need asking?"

"It's…" Mare hesitated.

"It's…?"

"…Do it again, please," Mare whispered.

"Well said," the man replied.

Mare's blue-and-green eyes clouded with despair, shutting tightly as if refusing to see anything more.

The young dark elf began to sob anew.

A vision of a despairing future flashed through the minds of the two elf maids. It had to be stopped at all costs. They'd do anything—even use their bodies.

Fury surging, they seized the man's arms and dragged him away.

Elf maids who'd sacrifice anything for their master were the epitome of servitude, worthy of being remembered for a thousand years.

But oh, what a tragedy. Nazarick's miasma hadn't just corrupted these once-kind elves.

It had rotted them.

The man was taken to a guest room on the third floor of the treehouse. In a whirlwind, his clothes were stripped, and he was laid on a bed, arms bound to the bedposts. He didn't resist.

High-ranking figures like Albedo enjoyed dominating others. Conversely, those in subservient roles—like these maids—craved moments to seize control. Even Six, the Vampire Bride, had that streak. She played the older sister, but in master-maid dynamics, she'd subtly take the lead. If he didn't say, "I love you, Six," her mood soured noticeably. Once, she served lukewarm, salty tea that left him reeling. A fleeting thought: was that golden, briny tea her doing? He'd ask next time. He'd get a tearful slap, but that realization didn't dawn.

The elf maids had cared for him, and he was used to this. Albedo, now gentle, once barked, "Don't move. Don't speak. Don't open your eyes." Being bound was nothing by comparison.

(He's bound and still that hard… what a pervert.)

(Pervert or not, we have to stop him for Mare-sama…)

The maids stole glances at the naked man, their scornful expressions reddening.

His towering erection was too impressive for their knowledge, making them wonder if they could handle it. But they had to.

Nodding to each other, they watched him closely and reached for their maid uniforms.

"I'm going to show you a woman's body you hate," the blonde elf said, her voice and face tense.

He didn't understand the "hate" part but stayed silent, letting them set the pace.

"!"

Her maid dress fell to the floor. With trembling hands, she unhooked her bra, slipping off the straps to reveal modest, elf-like breasts.

The moment her nude form came into view, the man furrowed his brow and looked away.

"F… hehe… hahaha! Look! This is a woman's body!" she taunted.

Fear and tension vanished from her face, replaced by smug confidence as she flaunted herself, climbing onto the bed. The brown-haired Ranger followed, shedding her dress and sitting by the man's face on the bed's edge.

Exposing themselves, they'd have recalled pain and humiliation if he'd leered. But this man, a pervert aroused by beautiful boys, should despise women's bodies.

Their safety fueled a sense of dominance, confirming their superiority. They could milk him without fear.

Unlike their assumption, the man wasn't a man-lover—he was very much aroused by women.

He'd looked away out of humiliation.

Like Shalltear, their slender frames reminded him of Rana. Unlike Shalltear's pallor, the elves' healthy flush brought back memories he'd rather forget. Modest yet firm breasts, impossibly slim waists, lean hips, and pale skin from a sheltered, noble life. Why did they remind him of that scrawny girl?

I prefer big breasts! he thought. Solution's ample chest had overwhelmed him countless times, though overindulgence dulled its thrill.

Despite his thoughts, the elves' bodies stirred him. He'd looked away to avoid painful memories, but his body reacted honestly.

If he truly hated women, their approach might've weakened him. Instead, his erection pulsed stronger, unnoticed by the elves. Thinking their nudity tormented him, they flaunted it more, sitting on either side of his face, sneering down. If he closed his eyes, they pried his lids open. When he turned his head, they didn't force it forward but held his cheeks, slightly parting their legs to reveal everything.

"…Can I go first?" the Ranger asked.

"Huh?" the Druid replied.

"I'm a Ranger, so scouting's my job. I'm tougher than you, a Druid, so I can handle trouble. It's not that I want to, but for the party, I should go first… okay?"

Her droopy eyes betrayed her timid nature, crumbling her earlier bravado.

"Fine," the Druid said. "Just don't forget it's for Mare-sama."

"I know," the Ranger replied.

She knelt, straddling the man.

"Nn…"

Her fingers parted her sparse pubic hair, touching her slit. Already wet—since when? She rubbed her clitoris, gathering slickness, and slid two fingers into her entrance, gliding in smoothly.

Five strokes, in and out.

"Wet enough…" she murmured.

She inched over his hips, left hand on his abdomen for support, right hand guiding his erection to her slit. It had curved toward his navel; she aligned it.

They weren't virgins and had ridden before—not like some people.

"Ah…"

She lowered slowly. The tip sank in, stretching her wide.

"You okay?" the Druid asked.

"I'm… fine," she gasped. "Here I go."

Under her friend's concerned gaze, the shaft inched into her.

"Tight… but I can handle it! Nn… ngh…"

She lifted before it was fully in, the slick shaft reappearing. A third of the way in, she moved her hand to his abdomen, took a few ragged breaths, straightened, and dropped fully. Her hips met his thighs, engulfing his length entirely.

"Hauu! …Haa… Amazing… It's so deep. My stomach's so full… Ngh…"

The man felt it too. Despite his brothel visits, few women took him fully without strain. Yet this delicate elf's vagina enveloped him completely—a deep, encompassing warmth. Was it just her, or all elves?

Likely the latter. Elves lived ten times longer than humans. If they conceived as often, the world would be overrun. They either died often or conceived rarely. As a superior race, the latter seemed likely. Their deep vaginas favored strong seed to reach the depths, rejecting the weak.

"I'll show you where your beastly cock is," the Druid said.

As the Ranger rocked earnestly, the Druid straddled the man's face, holding it to keep him from turning away. She lowered her glistening slit, spreading it to flaunt its pink interior. Her soft flesh, slick with arousal, stirred a beastly hunger.

Right before his eyes, she slid a finger inside, white against pink, dripping onto his face as she withdrew.

"Ever seen a pussy?" she taunted. "This is it. Softer, better than an ass, right? Next, this goes…"

She glanced back.

The Ranger, abandoning vertical motion, leaned forward, face down.

"Hey, what're you doing? Keep going!" the Druid urged.

"B-But… it's too much…" the Ranger panted.

Her droopy eyes amplified her weakness. Panting with him inside, she looked overwhelmed by pleasure, unable to move. They were supposed to drain him to protect Mare-sama, but this was like losing to his cock.

"I'll support!" the Druid declared.

"Eh?" the Ranger gasped.

A magical glow formed in the Druid's hand.

Sensory Acuity

The support spell hit the Ranger.

Simultaneously, the man thrust upward, his shaft parting her depths, the tip striking her cervix.

"Hyaahhh!?" she screamed.

An unbridled cry. Her back arched, chin tilted skyward, shrieking. Her vagina clenched involuntarily, gripping the penetrating shaft. Fluid spread from their union—love juices or urine, but not semen. Her body convulsed, collapsing backward, twitching. The shaft slipped out, her stretched entrance pulsing, leaking cloudy fluid. His still-steaming erection confirmed it wasn't semen—just her intense climax.

"S-Sorry…" the Ranger whimpered.

"Ah… uh…?" the Druid faltered.

Sensory Acuity was meant to sharpen perception for detecting attacks, but it backfired. Sex might be a battle of sorts, but heightened senses amplified sensitivity. Already overwhelmed by his deep reach, the spell doubled her pleasure, breaking her.

"She lost, but I'm still here!" the Druid declared, blonde hair swaying.

"I'm back!" Aura called, cautiously entering the treehouse's first floor.

She'd played too long with Shalltear, winning decisively. The pillow swordfight ended in a draw, escalating to a verbal spat. Shalltear, less eloquent, stood no chance. Aura left her in tears, savoring victory.

But it cost her, delaying breakfast.

The elf maids served well but could be naggy. Dreading a scolding, she called out, but silence greeted her.

Usually, someone responded. Puzzled, she reached the dining hall. A single teacup sat on the large table—someone had been here, but no one remained.

Mare's tea? Where was he? The man he brought? The ever-present elf maids?

"What's this…?" Aura muttered.

A superior Ranger, she spotted a cloth on the floor. She picked it up: white with blue floral patterns.

"…Mare's panties? Why here?"

Unbeknownst to her, or the maids, the man had lowered them to his knees when the maids investigated. Dragged off, he'd shed them to avoid tripping.

"Aura-sama, welcome back!" a voice called.

"Wah!?" Aura yelped, stuffing the panties into her pocket. "Uh, yeah, I'm back."

The brown-haired Ranger elf greeted her.

"Shall I prepare a meal? It'll take a moment," she offered.

"Yeah, sounds good," Aura said. "…Where's Mare? And that guy he brought?"

The elf's eyes gleamed with inexplicable resolve, making Aura flinch.

"Rest assured, we'll protect Mare-sama. That man won't touch him!"

"Uh… okay? What's that mean?" Aura asked.

"It's… too vile for your ears, Aura-sama. Please, relax and leave it to us."

"…I don't get it, but sure," Aura said.

She sensed it was better left unknown. The panties in her pocket felt heavy, like an alien presence invading her as she ate.

Aura wanted to cry.

"Sorry… it's so tight," the Druid gasped. "So big… unbelievable…"

The Ranger, recovering, adjusted her clothes and fled. Now the Druid straddled him, her deep vagina enveloping him fully.

"My stomach's so full… a first. It's hitting so deep… Nn… ah… there…"

She didn't just move up and down but rocked side to side, exploring her sensitive spots. The shallow front felt good, but the deep back was exquisite. She leaned forward to target it.

The Ranger had favored that angle too, likely for the same reason.

"Ah… you too… help for Mare-sama!" she panted.

"Me move?" he asked.

"No hands!" she snapped.

"Can't. They're tied," he said.

"Hmph… Ah, ah, there, that's good. More! Stir my pussy more!"

His thrusts made her supporting hand slip, her modest breasts pressing against his chest, deforming. Unable to rise, she clung to him, refusing to let him slip out. His strokes grew fiercer than her own, dominating her core.

Each thrust deepened her pleasure.

Opening her eyes to fight back, his face was close. His beauty, captivating even Nazarick's denizens, was undeniable.

And those blue and red heterochromatic eyes.

In elven lore, such eyes marked royalty. Their loyalty to Aura and Mare, with those same eyes, wasn't without reason.

"Nn… chuu… mm… slurp…" She kissed him, ravenous, tangling tongues, clutching his cheeks to trap him. Swallowing his saliva, she pulled back, face and body flushed, her sharp eyes fierce, brow furrowed.

What had she done? Kissing a human man of her own will, despite unhealed wounds from their kind?

"Ngh… ahh! I-I won't… lose…!" she gasped.

His movements inside her sent relentless pleasure. She'd lose pathetically if this continued. Her body wouldn't rise, but she mustered strength, raising a glowing hand.

Sensory Acuity!

"Uoh!?" he grunted.

"Aaahhh!" she screamed.

Unspecified, the spell hit both, their bodies entwined. Pleasure surged tenfold, his shaft ravaging every sensitive spot, as if her entire body became an erogenous zone, melting into him.

The world burned white, their bodies shattering, blending into one.

Yet, a single spark remained—Mare-sama's innocent smile.

"I… won't… lose!" she gasped.

Duty drove her. In the ecstatic haze, she lifted her hips slightly.

"Naaahhh!" she cried.

His shaft slipped out, frothy fluids making lewd sounds, as if her body were all sex. The sticky noises rang in her ears.

"B-But… now, my…" she stammered.

In the unending climax, her limp body surrendered to gravity, falling back.

"—!" he grunted.

"Aaahhh~!" she wailed.

A hot torrent flooded her depths, and her consciousness faded.

"What was that!?" Aura shouted.

Mid-bite of a fruit hot sandwich dripping with sweet cream, her pointed ears twitched at a scream from above. Her blue-and-green eyes glared at the ceiling, battle-ready as she stood.

"Did you hear something?" the Ranger maid asked. "I didn't."

"I definitely heard it! That was a maid's scream! We gotta help!" Aura said.

"Help, my lady? This floor is safe. Probably stubbed a toe on a dresser. If it bothers you, I'll check," the maid offered.

"But if it's dangerous—"

"Nothing happened while you were gone, Aura-sama," the maid insisted. "Mare-sama!"

"I'm back," Mare said. "Oh, Onee-chan, welcome back!"

"Mare! Where were you? And that guy?" Aura asked.

"His clothes were missing, so I borrowed some from Sebas-san's men. Mine didn't work."

"You lent him your clothes? He wore them!?" Aura exclaimed.

"He fit perfectly," Mare said.

Aura glanced at the maids, who shook their heads frantically, out of Mare's sight.

"I… don't wanna see that," Aura said, laughing dryly.

Then, she realized something she didn't want to.

The panties in her pocket—he'd worn them. Covering his groin, now in her pocket.

They felt like an alien entity, but she couldn't pull them out here.

Eating, she fought the invasion, tears welling.