Night Party of the Beasts 3
The night of the orgy continues.
Christo walked in the shadows of the trees to avoid the flames from the campfire at the square. If he's going to hunt, he has to do it in the dark. It is the basic rule of hunting. As he scanned the darkness for a suitable woman, he noticed a tall woman with dusky honey-colored hair.
Her breasts and buttocks are large, yet her overall silhouette is slender.
It was a physical beauty that could not have been that of a mere villager.
Perhaps she was an oracle sent by the god of the swamp.
Now that the chief of the pioneer village had chosen to follow the god of the swamp, Christo had no intention of making any kind of approach to the god of the swamp via the oracle. However, he was curious to know what kind of creatures they were and how their vaginas were.
That is why, when the honey-haired woman placed a bottle of water on the table, he approached her.
Looking at Christo, the woman seemed to have guessed what was being demanded of her, but no matter what he said, she only showed two reactions, either tilting her head or smiling.
(Either she couldn't understand our words, or she lacked the body organs to speak, or she was an individual golem-like being with no will of her own to begin with.)
When Christo tilted his head, so did the honey-haired woman.
"Well, if I can do her, anything is fine."
He pulls the woman's hand and brings her into the shade of a tree.
She was wearing nothing but a mask, so he was able to get right into the act.
He forcefully took her lips and squeezed her breasts.
Her lips were smooth but somewhat hard.
Her breasts had a decent feel of fat.
Just,
"――――, …………"
Too little reaction.
Even if he pinched her nipples or poked her tongue inside her mouth, there was no noticeable reaction.
At this rate, it might end up being a sex doll with no response at all―― he half gave up on it, but surprisingly, when a certain amount of saliva was poured into the woman, her skin started to sweat and gave off a unique smell. A peculiar smell began to emanate from between her legs.
It is distinctly different from the smell of love juice.
The closest thing to it would be the similar smell of tree syrup.
"Ah... ahh..."
"Heh, you can feel it properly when I insert it."
The woman's ass is voluptuous and plump.
When he thrust his erect penis into the woman's crack, he felt the same sensation he felt when he plunged his manhood into the cool, hard jelly.
He grabbed her beautifully sculpted waist with both hands and began to move his hips back and forth.
Thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*――――.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah"
The reaction is still weak, but not entirely absent.
When he thrusts, she shakes her shoulders and moans, and when he pulls, she tightens her lower abdomen and clamps down on his penis.
If he were to say whether it was pleasant or not, it was pleasant, but the inside of the vagina was like clay containing a lot of water, and he could not feel much of the texture characteristic of a woman's. The part of the vagina that especially clamps down on the penis is at the back of the vagina, but there is a strange hardness to it, and he felt as if he was masturbating by rubbing his penis against pubic bone.
"Ah... I see. I see."
Thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*――.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
"This is, that thing."
Squelch*, squelch*, thump*, squelch*, thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*!
"Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
"Not the kind where you enjoy the reaction, the texture of the insides, but the kind where you enjoy it with your eyes."
He cracks open her ass.
On top of the penis going in and out, he could see the bright pink anus.
Not a single hair has grown, and there is no fragment of dirtiness.
It was like looking at a sculpture.
(Or maybe wanting to want to enjoy it in the direction of raping a woman in sleep or hypnotism?)
"Ah, ah, ah, ah"
If this powerless, moaning woman is usually strong-willed and diligent... If he fantasizes about it, he can get excited by the situation where a man uses her to masturbate and irresponsibly cum inside her.
Of course, he's neither of those right now, so he needs delusion to get excited.
"Alright."
He put his arm under the woman's armpit and sat down on the large rock behind him.
She was in a back-sitting position, and her back, with its honey-colored hair sticking to it, was close to his chest.
It felt cool.
He buried his nose in her hair, which smelled like sweet syrup, and licked her ears.
(It's pretty naughty to look at her breasts from above)
The woman's skin is wheat-colored.
The twin hills are large and voluminous enough that even if he wrapped both hands around them, the flesh would stick out between his fingers. At the top of them were large peach-colored areolas and plump nipples.
Even if he twirls and strokes the areola with his index finger, the reaction doesn't change at all, but the appearance of the plump skin denting with his finger and changing its shape was indescribably erotic.
"Ah, I'll let it out, I'll let it out"
Spurt*, spuuurt*...
Spuuuuurt*.
Spuuuuuuuurt*…….
Spurt*.
Spurt*.
Spurt*, spurt*, spurt*, spurt*.
Spurt*.
"Nfuu...!?"
"Oh?"
He poured semen with a strong aphrodisiac effect that he had never given Melvina before.
Then the doll woman, sitting with her legs spread wide open, put her legs together as if she was about to defecate, and her whole body shook.
He doesn't really understand it, but it seems that she is cumming.
(Hmm, she doesn't react very much, but when she gets a critical blow, she reacts blatantly. It's like a game, but pretty interesting.)
With a little more excitement, Christo fucked the woman four times in the back-sitting position, all of them with extra thick, aphrodisiac semen. The woman was expressionless, even through her mask, but towards the end, her body was convulsing wildly and she seemed to be climaxing repeatedly.
"Let me see if you accepted my semen properly."
"――――"
He stood the honey-haired beauty up and split open her ass.
When he pulled her pink labia to the left and right, the yellowish mess flooded out.
"Oh, that's nice. It's vulgar, but it's fine."
He enjoyed it, but it was still not what he would have rated as a substitute for a partner when he couldn't find one.
This is probably the reason why the villagers did not jump at the [oracle] and flocked to the village women. It was more like they were doing it on their own with a doll than with a human being, and they all got tired of it.
(It was a good experience, but once is enough)
"Thank you. It felt really good. If you want, I can deal with you again some other time."
He kissed the woman's hair gently, adding in his mind, [I don't think I can hope for you without your ego].
Christo said goodbye to the woman and left the shade.
× × ×
Just as he was about to return to Laira's place, he was stopped from behind by a woman who had the same air as the woman he had just fucked.
"Christopher Soderholm"
"No, you've got the wrong guy. I am Siegfried McCorkindale, the leader of the Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation. I am not Christopher Soderholm."
"Christopher Soderholm"
"Like I said, it's wrong."
"Our God is calling you."
"――Hmm, your god."
"Our God is calling. Please come this way."
What the beautiful woman pointed out was outside the fence surrounding the square.
Unlike the square, where not a single branch was visible, the ground was covered with fine branches and ferns.
In other words, it was the forest.
However, it looked like an animal trail, and there were traces of someone who had trampled on it earlier.
(I just came here to enjoy the orgy party tonight, so please don't give me any trouble...)
But if these oracles follow Christo around, he won't be able to enjoy sex afterward. If they get in the way, he can just kill them all, but that would be too much trouble.
"I understand. But if it's just a trivial matter, I'll go back. In that case, I'll kill you for wasting my time, but if that's okay, you can show me the way."
"――――" "――――"
Two people who claim to be messengers of God turn their backs and start walking.
Christo followed them into the animal trail.
The path sloped slightly and seemed to lead towards a small spring.
It was a different spring from the one in the village's communal sauna.
After climbing the slope for about three minutes, he saw a spring filled with a pale light coming from the branches of a tree.
In front of the spring were several men in hoods and masks, women with black hoods over their eyes, and a man with platinum blond hair wearing a white robe.
The men in hoods and masks were the chiefs of the villages.
The women in black hoods had the same air as Yattrud.
The blond man in the white robe had an unusual presence, different from anyone else in the place.
"Therefore, it was not our orders to kill the monsters of the god of the swamp. The adventurers did it on their own accord."
The village chief said something in a desperate tone.
The oracles who led Christo to the left and right bowed deeply.
Christo passed between them and came out to the space in front of the spring.
"You shall not kill the monsters of God. That is a promise your leader has made with the god of the swamp."
The blond man standing in front of the village chief said this in a quiet voice.
It was a low voice that did not suit his thin body.
For a moment, his green eyes turn toward me, but he only slightly raises his hand and looks back at the village chiefs.
"You have broken it. If you want forgiveness, you must do three things: bring three babies born this year to the swamp, find the adventurers who killed the monsters and kill them all, and drive back the army that has come to the wilderness. Otherwise, God will unleash countless monsters in the northern forests and drive you out of the land."
"Killing adventurers is one thing, but the other two are beyond us!"
The village chief shouted in despair.
"There are only four babies born this year in the pioneer village. If we give three more, there will be no more babies left."
"It will not be impossible. You have enough of them."
"But"
"If it's not possible, we'll wait until the end of the year, and God tells you to give birth to some children now."
"――――, …………"
The village chief seemed speechless, his mouth gaping.
Instead, the relatively young man next to him opened his mouth.
"How can we get rid of the army? If God doesn't helps us, we can't drive the army away on our own."
"There will be money from the bounty of the forest. Use it to do something."
"That's."
The blond man turned his sharp eyes on the man.
The man stifled his words as if he was under pressure.
"God wills that you shed blood. The blood of our swamp brethren has been spilled...... and he wants you to show your sincerity by making some sacrifices as well."
"…………"
"As long as the three trials remain unfulfilled, monsters will often invade the borders and the forest will take your blessings away from you. It is no longer a matter of whether you can or cannot do it. Do it, God commands you."
The conversation is over. Please enjoy the feast just tonight―― the blond man said quietly, pointing to the animal trail behind Christo.
The village chief and the others were still trying to make some kind of appeal, but before they could do so, the black-robed women grabbed them by the arms and forced them out of the spring.
Christo moved his body to the side and watched the village chief and the others leave, then turned his body to the blond man again.
"Welcome, son of God who lives in the castle."
"Hello. You seem to know me, but I don't know what your name is."
"That was rude of me. My name is Eltharion."
"Eltharion"
"Yes. It seems to mean [Mighty Star] in the old word."
Nice to meet you―― the man gracefully bows.
His silky blond hair hung straight down, and his pointed ears poked out from around his temples.
"Elf"
"Yes, I'm an elf."
Eltharion picked up the iron ingot that the chiefs had apparently left behind.
He held it up in front of him and clenched it in his fist.
The iron quickly became rusty, and ivy grew from the white hand's grip, covering the rectangular shape around it.
As Christo widened his eyes in surprise, Eltharion suddenly disappeared.
"Not quite a normal elf, though..."
He turns around at the sound of a voice from behind him.
There he sees a blonde man crushing the useless iron into pieces and swinging them around on the rocky ground.
He moved in an instant――?
(It was not a spatial transfer....... There were no spatial fluctuations or noises peculiar to transference. Is it this guy's power? If he shows it to me again, I'll be able to figure out what he did.)
He opens his mouth with caution.
"What is [Mighty Star], Eltharion, want with me? Just so you know, I have no intention of getting involved in the matter with the village chief and the others."
"Really? But that pioneer village was an important place your father built, wasn't it? According to the god of the swamp, Baron Ixel came even to his dying breath to ask for forgiveness for the sake of the pioneer village, you know? Didn't Baron Ixel tell you to take care of the village or something?"
"Nothing in particular."
"I see."
"The village chief also told me not to get involved. I have no obligation or duty to protect it anymore. I'll be out of here next week, and it's none of my business what happens to them."
"What if the village chief pays to hire you?"
"He would rather pay the army in the wilderness than hire me."
When Christo said so, Eltharion said, [I suppose that's true].
"Are we done here?"
"No. There is another reason I brought you here. I have a personal request. I have a favor to ask you. Unlike the god of the swamp, I do not give orders coercively. If you do what I ask, I will give you whatever reward you desire, if at all possible."
"If I tell you that the reward is your soul."
"Hahaha. You should choose something better. For example, a magic sword, a holy sword, a treasured sword that sleeps in the swamp, or the Philosopher's Stone, which an alchemist would want to have."
"Hmm... For the time being, I'll listen to your request. I can't answer whether or not I'll accept it right away, but if the conditions look good, I might accept it."
"My request is to change a certain person into one of us."
Eltharion slipped past Christo and returned to the spring.
"The [Primordial Elixir]. Baron Ixel seems to have possessed a secret elixir that can mutate humans into spirits. Please find it among his belongings and give it to me."
"Is the human you want to turn into your vassal possibly Ulrika?"
"...Do you know her?"
"A childhood friend. We played together until we were fifteen."
"I see."
Eltharion folded his hands behind his waist and paced back and forth in front of the fountain.
His beautiful golden brow furrowed as if he were lost in thought, but after a moment he looked up as if he had made up his mind.
"Ulrika is hesitant about becoming part of our clan. Once you get the Primordial Elixir, I want you to persuade her. Devils are good at persuading humans."
"I don’t know what you think of devils… but even if I were asked to persuade her, it would be difficult for me because I don’t know anything about your relationship. I think it would be better if you two talked it over."
"We've already discussed it."
Eltharion said so in a loud voice to cover Christo's words.
"We've talked about it, and since we're running parallel, I've asked you to negotiate with her."
"However, Ulrika thinks I'm human. What in the world am I supposed to do, approach her and offer her the [Primordial Elixir]?"
"It would be fine if you approached her as a mere human friend and talked to her about life's lessons, such as that love should follow love and that the heart is the same even if the race is different. You know, that famous play that is so popular in the outside world――"
"Are you talking about the love between the vampire Duke Godfred Salvatori and the holy sword maiden?"
"Yes, that's right. I am not familiar with human operas, and I am sure Ulrika has never seen an opera either. The fact that it is a popular play means that many people can relate to it, so she might listen to the story and take the [Primordial Elixir] just like the holy sword maiden."
"Haa..."
There is one more bottle of the Primordial Elixir left by Ixel.
If he used it, it would be troublesome when he needs to welcome Melvina to his clan.
He would have to go to the place of origin and synthesize again.
However, to put it the other way around, if he would just go to the place of origin, synthesize it again, and take the time to stock it, he could get ancient powerful weapons and [Philosopher's Stone] sleeping in the swamp.
Putting Melvina aside, he wants to use Patricia in combat, so the procurement of weapons is an urgent issue, and Eltharion's request was a good one.
"I understand the story. But I can't come to a conclusion on my own."
"Do you have any idea where the [Primordial Elixir] is?"
"No, I will look for that [Primordial Elixir] from now on. The reason why I am reluctant to come to a conclusion is because the [Primordial Elixir] is a precious commodity to me. My race is on the verge of extinction. In order to increase the number of my own blood, it is an urgent matter to mutate the females of other races into my own."
"I see. If you die, the devils will disappear from this world."
"Yes. On the other hand, what I get in exchange for the elixir is just a catalyst for weapons and magic. I don't need them either, so I will discuss it with my companion who does need them and decide whether or not to accept the request."
"I understand your situation quite well."
Eltharion nodded once and held out his right hand.
"......?"
"It's a handshake. I'm not trying to cast a curse on you."
"I wasn't worried about that, because curses don't work on me. I just didn't understand the point of shaking hands."
"We don't need to think about the meaning of friendship with our demon brethren."
(Brethren, huh. If I don't reveal my true identity to humans, I'm happy to be their companion.)
They clasped each other's right hands.
Eltharion's hands were warm and full of blood, unlike those of the messengers of the god of the swamp.
"If you want to meet me, you can meet me by coming to this spring. I am sorry to trouble you, but if you find the [Primordial Elixir] and talk to your companion, please come back here again. I will give you a reward for your help."
"While I was looking for the elixir and persuading Ulrika, it would be very troublesome if the messengers of the god of the swamp were sent to me like before. I want you to make sure that neither I nor the blonde girl accompanying me will be harmed."
"Very well. ――Here."
Eltharion said so and took out a necklace with several beautiful stones attached from his sleeve.
"Those who wear this necklace are under the protection of me, Eltharion. Even the monsters of the forest and the vassals of the god cannot carelessly touch them."
"No one can touch them, huh? Who the hell are you?"
"I am a good elf who lives in this forest. I have enough authority in the swamp to be sent here on God's behalf."
"――――"
"I'm sorry I called you while you were having fun. Tonight is the night when all the inhabitants of this land enjoy the blessings of God. Enjoy the feast."
When Eltharion said so, he smiled lightly and waved his hand.
× × ×
"Fuu…… uuu."
Inserting it from behind into Laira who has her hand on the trunk of the tree.
The penis was half buried in the soggy and melted flesh.
The angle of the erection seemed to be such that the glans hit the backside of Laira's clitoris, and with no particular movement, she was dripping all over the place with just a little pressure.
"Do you want me to move?"
"Stay like that, for a while."
Laira whispered, and then she regulated her breathing.
After a few seconds, she went up and twisted her head to kiss him on the lips.
"Handsome-kun is in inside."
A white hand caresses the lower abdomen.
"Where is?"
"Here"
She grabbed his hand and guided it.
The tip of his finger touches her pubic hair.
"Ah, it's definitely here."
"Nhh... ah..."
Twitch*――――.
Biting her finger, Laira shook her shoulders slightly.
It is a habit when this woman climaxes.
The orgasm is gentle, but the pleasure lasts longer.
Laira narrowed her eyes and leaned over.
The fresh scent of juniper.
A weak, muffled exhale.
It is hard to imagine that this woman likes s*x with women.
"Ah, aha... not good. It's been a long time since I've had a delicious cock. I might not be able to stop cumming."
"Your nipples are standing up like crazy."
"Is it fun to mess around with them?"
"It's fun to watch Laira squirm around and get tickled."
"Hahaha, stupid...... alright, move."
He pushed his hips in.
Burying the penis in the hot moistness near the root, pulling the waist and inserting it shallowly from the neck.
Repeating it over and over.
Laira's vaginal cavity was repeatedly expanding and contracting, as if it was happy to have a man's penis in its mouth for the first time in a long time. Especially when he pulled out to the neck of the penis, he could clearly feel the sensation of her vaginal cavity, which was being squeezed, and his excitement heightened.
He felt as if he was in control of the beautiful dark-haired woman who was devouring pleasure while standing up.
"Clitoris."
Laira said softly.
"Clitoris, play around with it too."
"Your clitoris is as small and cute as ever."
"Nhh... nhh, hii, hii, hiii..."
Laira stood on her tiptoes and strained her thighs.
As it was, she stopped moving.
It is a sign that a strong climax is coming.
He stopped thrusting his penis in and out, and put a lot of pressure on the smooth area behind her clitoris.
He puts his weight on her body as if pressing her against the trunk of the tree.
At the same time, scratching the erected clitoris with his finger.
She made a high-pitched noise.
"...Ahh.........., ......"
Twitch*, twitch*―― and the white limbs jumped flashily.
The thin shoulders, which had been stiff, rose and fell violently, and Laira resumed the breathing that she had stopped.
Leaning on the trunk, he plays with her clitoris as she breathes, prolonging the afterglow of climax.
"Ah... hii... ah... nhh."
"Kuh, the tightness is good."
"You can cum too, handsome-kun. Use me as you like."
With her permission, he thrusts his hips into her at random.
He ignored pleasuring Laira and thought only of his own pleasure.
He rubbed his cheek against her fresh-scented black hair, hugged her body, and―― he released his semen.
Spuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuurt*! Spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spurt*, spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt*!
"Nhh... guh... aha, you bastard. Seriously, the amount of ejaculation doesn't make sense."
"Guooohh, buhooohhh!"
"Shut up.... ugh, this kind of gel-like semen... It's the worst when my egg gets raped by such gross jelly semen."
He sets his teeth on her white shoulder.
This woman is not fleshy or anything, but due to the fact that she ejaculated incessantly for the first time in three years while being addicted to sex, everything from her body odor to her voice to the texture of her skin comes from her crotch.
Rather than being drained by Laira, it feels like being overtaken by a strong childhood experience.
"If I get dirty... you have to clean me up."
Laira said so and kissed him on the cheek, then crouched down on the semi-erect penis that fell out of the secret hole.
She looked up at him.
The tongue grazes the glans as if to tease.
The next moment, the dirty penis was covered with warm mucous membrane.
Suck*, suck*, suuuck*, suuuuck*――――.
"Uha"
Suck*, suck*, suck*, suck*, kiss*, kiss*, suck*, suuuck*...... suuuuuck*――――.
"Ooohh..."
"Aha, what a shameful face."
Laira, who took her mouth off his penis, laughed.
She rubs her cheek against the flesh and sticks out her red tongue to trace the back muscles.
"Nfufu... how is it?"
"Ah, ahh, it feels good"
"Does Melvina-chan know this Handsome-kun?"
"Stop, don't mention her name."
"Ahaha, I’m sorry. Nhh...... yep, it's done."
Finally, after carefully licking the bottom of the penis's neck with the tip of her tongue and kissing the tip, Laira stood up.
With her hands behind her back, she leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at Christo.
"Still not enough, right?"
"Yeah"
"Then, shall I tease you with my hand? Or would you prefer my feet?"
"Feet."
"Pervert."
While saying that, Laira put her right leg forward as requested and took a posture to handle the penis.
"……Wait"
"Hmm?"
Laira looked up at Christo, who stopped her.
"What's wrong?"
"...Someone is coming"
"Eh, seriously? Um, clothes, clothes."
"No, I mean."
Christo looked in the direction of the entrance to the forest.
"I hear the scraping of iron. ――Army. The Band of Great Hawk of Salvation are coming this way."
"Oh no. Is it true? Could this be a bad situation?"
It was definitely not a good situation.
Before long, the sound of scraping iron began to be clearly heard, and screams began to rise from the square where the villagers were having an orgy.
"What are you guys doing!?"
"I knew you all believed in paganism!"
"Take off your mask! You heretic! Take off your mask!"
A sharp angry voice rose, and the screams of the villagers grew louder.
A faint smell of blood began to waft through the air, mingled with the stench of iron.
Christo and Laira quickly wiped each other clean and quietly left the shade of the tree where they had been hiding.
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