Ch.293Side Story: Elysiere’s First Experience

“I remember. Of course.”

In response to my answer, Elishiere snorted as if to say ‘see that?’ I have no idea why that was something for her to be smug about.

“If you were to conceive a new life, wouldn’t you have to stop such activities? Even after giving birth, you’d need to focus on childcare, so you should refrain for several years. Therefore, one should plan to delay conception and enjoy themselves thoroughly first. That you fail to understand this simple logic shows how far you still have to go.”

“You’re really insufferable. That’s your reason?”

“It’s not just me. Leona and Latina also succumb to lust and are always stuck together.”

“At least those two have the decency to be embarrassed afterward. Not brazenly confident like you.”

“Don’t you realize that’s actually more perverted behavior?”

Elishiere clicked her tongue softly. It felt strange, as if I was being lectured. And by Elishiere of all people, about matters of lust.

“Being so consumed by desire that you shamelessly engage in lewd acts only to feel embarrassed afterward, versus being confident in yourself whether you’re doing it or not. It’s obvious which is the more perverted inclination. Don’t you agree?”

“……”

Thinking about it, she might have a point.

When I didn’t answer, Elishiere’s smugness increased. She gently pressed against the hand gripping her neck and pushed against the hand on her lower abdomen, whispering suggestively.

“Think back to our first experience. What should truly be defined as more perverted behavior?”

“…Keh, kuhk… hnnng.”

Despite choking and gasping, Elishiere looked up at me with a lewd smile. She was remarkably composed for someone who had just nearly suffocated.

Gently brushing aside her sweat-dampened purple hair, I spoke.

“Let me make this clear: I have no intention of breaking any part of you, making you bleed, or going beyond that, as you just suggested. No matter how much you might enjoy it, and even with healing magic available, absolutely not. Understood?”

I made my stance firm. Honestly, I might have some sadistic tendencies myself. I couldn’t deny it completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be going along with this situation.

But getting excited by seeing blood, breaking a person, tearing them apart, and torturing them was an entirely different matter.

“I know you’re not that kind of person. I would be perfectly satisfied with this level if that’s what you prefer. However, I have one question.”

“What is it?”

“Does breaking off a horn fall under the category of breaking something?”

Elishiere wiggled her horns as if showing them off. The black horns, which curved clockwise once before extending outward again, gleamed sharply.

“……”

I stood there speechless. Breaking arms or legs was obviously off-limits. The same went for fingers. But horns? Wouldn’t breaking horns not even cause bleeding?

Yet permitting it solely because it wouldn’t bleed seemed like an ambiguous issue in itself.

“You’re hesitating, Mira.”

As if she’d found an opening, Elishiere grinned broadly. With a natural movement, she lifted her negligee. The semi-transparent fabric that barely concealed her body anyway was pushed aside.

“In that case, I suppose we’ll have to find out with my body. If you won’t break anything or draw blood, then conversely, anything short of that is permitted, is it not?”

After a moment’s consideration, I lifted her body and headed for the terrace. Elishiere rested on my shoulder, quietly allowing herself to be carried away.

I gently set her down on the terrace. Elishiere leaned against the railing as if she’d been waiting for this, showing off her figure. Her body shimmered brilliantly in the moonlight.

Her breasts, which appeared similar to Rosaria’s due to her height but were actually slightly larger in absolute terms, her wide yet firm hips and buttocks, and her private parts already growing moist beneath her underwear.

I moved closer. Being nearly as tall as me, neither of us had to look up or down at the other.

“No regrets?”

“About this? I can accept any violence you inflict upon me.”

“I told you I won’t do that…”

We pressed our lips together. It was somewhat ironic that choking and punching came before kissing, but Elishiere enjoyed it, so that was fine.

The kiss was brief, merely confirming our mutual feelings. As our lips parted, Elishiere stroked my gradually swelling crotch through my pants as if asking what I planned to do next.

I crossed Elishiere’s wrists in an X-shape, bound them with magical rope, and lifted her crossed arms above her head.

I bent her elbows and moved her crossed wrists behind her neck. This exposed her armpits, which had been covered by the negligee and her forearms. Like everything else about her, they were flawlessly clean.

Finally, I positioned the crossed wrists behind her neck and extended the rope to wrap around her neck as well. As the mana rope encircled her neck, Elishiere’s face flushed with excitement.

It was structured so that if she moved her arms beyond a certain angle, the rope would tighten around her neck. The catch was that this “certain angle” was extremely small, essentially forcing her to choke herself with almost any movement.

And I had no intention of leaving Elishiere undisturbed.

“Are you trying to torment me?”

“That’s right. The moment you can’t bear it and try to move your arms, the rope will tighten. So try to endure it well.”

When a person receives stimulation somewhere, they reflexively move their arms. I wondered how long she could last like this.

Though I suspected Elishiere wouldn’t even try to resist.

“I’m starting.”

First, I gently kissed her forehead, then continued with kisses moving downward. Forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, then the nape of her neck.

I pressed my lips to her nape, and instead of pulling away, I paused and inhaled deeply. Her body trembled.

“Mmh!”

“You smell nice, Elishiere.”

“…Is that something to say while smelling my collarbone? How perverted.”

“Look who’s talking.”

I inhaled once more and moved to the side. To her fully exposed armpit. I pressed my lips there and extended my tongue to lick it, causing Elishiere to flinch and twist her body in surprise.

“Where are you lick—kuhk?!”

She made a choking sound. She must have moved her arms as well.

“I told you that would be trouble.”

I continued kissing and licking her armpit for quite some time. Elishiere twisted her body this way and that, repeatedly choking and gasping for breath.

After giving the other armpit the same treatment, I pulled my face away. Both armpits were now glistening with saliva. Elishiere was catching her breath, tears forming in her eyes.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed too.”

“Such a perverse tast—ugh.”

I cut off her words with another kiss, this time mixing in some tongue, before moving downward. I deliberately made wet kissing sounds as I lowered my head into her cleavage. Simultaneously, I pinched both nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers.

In fact, it would be more accurate to say I was crushing them rather than pinching. Elishiere swallowed a groan. I glanced up. She was biting her lip, trying desperately to endure the pain.

After tormenting her nipples to the point where they might actually be crushed, I released them. The pink protrusions seemed slightly swollen.

While gently caressing the pink circles around her nipples, I kissed her solar plexus, abdomen, and navel in sequence. Elishiere’s body tensed rigidly.

I knelt on one knee and brought my face to her lower abdomen. I gently caressed the slightly raised area of her lower abdomen, proudly displaying the womb within.

After kissing the spot where her womb was located, I pressed my cheek against it. The warmth I had felt with my palm flowed directly to my cheek.

“Nngh… wh-what are you doing… all this time…!”

“I was asking if your womb is pulsing and begging to be hit, like you said. But I don’t hear anything.”

“…You truly do have perverted tastes.”

Smiling, I stood up and stroked Elishiere briefly before grabbing her neck along with the rope.

“Kuk…?!”

“Me, perverted? You’re one to talk, Elishiere.”

As I applied pressure with my right hand on her neck, her face rapidly reddened. Her bound arms struggled, and her toes tensed with effort. My fingers dug deeper into her neck.

“Hmm? You’re getting aroused by this too, aren’t you?”

I moved my left hand to her entrance. Just lightly touching and rubbing it produced squelching sounds. After doing this for a moment, I lifted my fingers. The tips were already wet.

“See? You’re this excited already, and you’re calling me names? Who are you to talk? Hmm?”

“Krrrk…”

A gurgling sound came from her blocked throat as saliva bubbled. Looking at her bright red face, I applied even more pressure.

I squeezed just short of breaking bones, then briefly relaxed my grip. Elishiere struggled to draw in oxygen through the slightly loosened opening. I counted to three internally and blocked it again.

The oxygen flowing into her body was woefully inadequate for comfortable breathing but just enough to prolong her life, amplifying her suffering. Her already red face grew even more flushed.

“You’re beautiful, Elishiere. Truly beautiful.”

I lightly kissed her face, which was drooling and grinning despite her condition. I pressed firmly against her entrance with the hand that had been rubbing it. Elishiere must have recognized this as a signal.

My fingers were gradually curling into a fist.

“How can someone so beautiful have such perverted tastes?”

As my splayed fingers finally clenched completely, Elishiere grinned. The corners of her eyes curved as much as possible. Her bright red face was colored with anticipation and excitement.

I pulled my arm back slightly, then simultaneously tightened my grip on her neck and drove my fist into her lower abdomen with full force.

—THUD!

“Nnnghhh?!”

My fist struck her lower abdomen precisely, crushing her womb. I hit the mark perfectly; I could feel it through my hand.

“Krrk… grrk…”

Elishiere made a foaming sound and arched her back. Her arms flailed, tightening the rope around her neck even more. Her already bright red face looked ready to burst.

I gave her lips a light kiss and checked below. The spot where my fist had struck was turning dark purple. The bruise quickly grew larger than my fist.

I placed my palm on the bruised area. It radiated heat. When I pressed firmly on the bruise, she responded with a pained moan. I pressed a few more times before removing my hand.

“Are you going to stop after just one hit?”

Before waiting for an answer, I raised my arm again.

—THUD! THUD!

“Nnnghhh! Krrrrgh!”

As my fist struck the same spot two, three times in succession, Elishiere expelled her last oxygen in a choked scream. I stopped after exactly three more hits.

Her lower abdomen felt somewhat soft, but it should still be fine. Of course it was, given how she was still gasping with pleasure. If something were seriously wrong, I would have stopped long ago.

I could easily undo the magical rope binding her wrists if I wanted to. She was still fine, which is why I hadn’t. I deliberately pressed on the bruised area to intensify her pain while choking her.

—Drip…

“Huh?”

While touching the spreading bruise with its radiating heat, I heard an unexpected liquid sound and looked down.

Fluid was streaming through her open underwear.

The transparent liquid flowed down her thighs, forming a small puddle on the terrace. This seemed to embarrass even Elishiere, as she tried to close her thighs, but she appeared too weak to manage it.

“What’s this? You got off on that? Being choked and having your womb punched? Hmm?”

—THUD! THUD!

“Kyahk! Kehk!”

Her body, which had been trying to close her thighs, twisted violently. Tears welled in her bloodshot eyes. No matter how unusual her sexual preferences might be, being hit in the abdomen hard enough to bruise must be painful.

“…Heh, hee.”

It should be painful, and yet.

Elishiere was smiling with pleasure even as she shed tears, drooled, and twisted her body. I looked at her with feigned disgust before releasing my grip.

“Cough! Cough! Kehk!”

As her airway opened, Elishiere collapsed on the floor and coughed violently.

The rope still choked her neck through its connection to her wrists, but it was nothing compared to my hand. It merely forced her into a somewhat awkward but more erotic posture.

Before she could ask why I’d stopped, I undid the front of my pants. Between the lowered zipper, my erect penis thrust toward her face. Elishiere stared at the glans right before her, swallowing her saliva.

“You know what to do, right?”

I asked, tapping her cheek with my glans. Despite the humiliating situation of being slapped in the face with a penis, Elishiere moved her body with an expression that showed she didn’t care about such things at all.

She obediently knelt on the floor, sat before my penis, and opened her mouth with a “heh.” The crimson mucous membrane and saliva pooled on her tongue shimmered in an enchanting color in the dim moonlight.

“That’s right. You know well.”

I pushed my penis into her open lips. The glans pressed against her tongue and penetrated deep into her throat. Then it got stuck at the entrance to her throat.

“Ugk… ub…”

Elishiere tried somehow to open her throat, but it didn’t seem to be working.

That’s to be expected. It’s not easy to open one’s throat to accept a penis on the first experience. It’s impossible unless you’re a species specialized for such acts from birth, like a succubus.

Erestica can do it too, but she’s exceptionally large, so that’s a completely different case.

“I’ll help you.”

“Kehk?!”

It wasn’t my concern anyway.

I grabbed the back of her head and forcibly pulled her in, wedging my way inside. I didn’t consider being gentle at all. Elishiere would prefer it this way anyway.

“Kruk…”

When my penis finally entered the deepest part of her throat, completely blocking her esophagus, Elishiere quietly trembled and moaned in the agony of asphyxiation.

“How is it? Good, right?”

“……”

No answer came. Or rather, couldn’t come. With no room even for oxygen to enter, there was no chance for a response.

I slightly withdrew my hips and thrust back in, mercilessly ramming into her throat. Perhaps even more forcefully than with Nika, with absolutely no consideration for the receiving end.

The purpose itself was different, so it was natural. Nika sucked my penis with her mouth and throat to please me, but now I was simply using her throat, thrusting into it. It had to be rougher.

“Kehuk… keuik…”

Only when her eyes had nearly rolled back and she was on the verge of losing consciousness did I withdraw. My penis brushed slightly against her front teeth as I pulled out, but it was fine. It didn’t hurt much, and it meant she was in too much distress to control herself.

“Cough! Kehk! Kehk! Cough!”

In other words, I had performed my role very well.

As soon as my penis withdrew, Elishiere collapsed and coughed violently. Then she looked up at me with a face covered in tears and saliva, grinning broadly.

That face showed no trace of the woman who had been on the verge of death by asphyxiation just moments ago. There was only a masochist reveling in the pleasure of asphyxiation.

With her tongue out, dripping saliva, and a lewd smile, Elishiere awkwardly turned her body around, still with her hands bound.

Her posture changed. From kneeling, she bent forward with her head on the ground and her buttocks slightly raised. The crevice between her thighs was drenched with a mixture of her fluids.

“Alright. I’ll do as you want.”

I was also unsatisfied with just oral stimulation. I aligned my saliva-slick penis with her entrance and thrust in with all my might, as if no consideration was needed.

“Krahk?!”

Her already soaked inner walls guided my penis to her womb without any resistance. As the glans poked at her cervix, she ejected more fluid. Transparent, sticky liquid leaked from our point of connection.

“You came just from one thrust. Are you a pervert?”

“……”

“Right. You are a pervert. Silly question.”

While massaging her buttocks and enjoying their soft texture for a moment, I positioned myself to move my hips. Then a better idea occurred to me.

“Keuk?!”

I pulled on her crossed wrists.

Elishiere let out a death rattle. When I pulled on her bound wrists, her neck naturally followed. The rope dug into her neck as her upper body, which had been pressed to the ground, was forcibly lifted.

With her upper body supported by the rope around her neck, it was almost like a hanging position. Despite being penetrated in such a posture, her inner walls clenched even more fiercely than before.

I couldn’t see her expression, but it was likely one of two things: either moaning in pain from the choking or moaning in pleasure. Personally, I’d bet on the latter.

“Eughk?! Huk, kak! Ehuk!”

I began moving my hips. Each time the glans poked at her cervix, her vaginal walls tightened intensely and released more fluid.

I pulled her wrists even harder. Elishiere was moaning in pleasure, making animalistic sounds. Her large breasts, visible even from behind, bounced violently.

—SMACK!

“Keuuik?!”

With my free hand, I spanked her buttocks. Not just a simple spank, but with real force.

The struck area swelled immediately, leaving a bright red handprint. Regardless, I continued to thrash her buttocks while moving my hips. Her inner walls responded by squeezing my penis tightly.

After thrusting for quite some time, my attention was drawn elsewhere. To her horns, which moved in rhythm with her shaking head. After watching them for a moment, I grasped one with my free hand.

“Mi-rahk…!”

Elishiere’s body responded once again. The fluids overflowing from our connection formed a puddle below. The sound of flesh slapping mixed with squelching noises.

Holding both her wrists and horn, I continued thrusting my penis. By now, her loosened cervix accepted the glans inside. I gripped the horn more tightly.

“Ugh… I’m coming, Elishiere.”

“……”

The limit approached soon. By the time Elishiere had gone limp and was only reflexively moaning, I thrust my penis deep into her womb and released my semen.

“Ahuk… ah… aaah…”

With a slightly higher moan, her vaginal walls twitched as if alive, accepting the semen. As we both tensed our bodies to support each other during the moment of pleasure flowing through my penis—

—Crack.

I heard the sound of the horn I was gripping cracking. In my surprise, I tried to release it, but the sudden pleasure of her inner walls contracting made me unconsciously apply more force.

—SNAP!

And the horn broke off completely.

“……”

While I stared blankly at the horn I had completely torn off, my ejaculation gradually subsided. Along with it, the pleasure slowly weakened.

I released the hand that had been pulling the rope. With both supports gone, her upper body fell heavily onto the terrace. Her compressed breasts bulged out between her armpits.

“Heuk… hnnng…”

Elishiere rubbed the place where one horn had broken off against the terrace floor, then twisted her upper body. From her prone position, she turned to lie on her side and looked back at me.

Her tear-streaked eyes were smiling.

“…How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident?”

“And how many times must I tell you that I prefer to think it was intentional?”

If Rosaria had heard that, she would have gone ballistic, realizing there was an even bigger pervert than herself right here.