Volume 4 Chapter 63 Night Sports Festival ② ♥ Slime Enema Warning
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The midnight bathhouse was a haze of steam, the faint glow of the Mana Lamp flickering through the mist, casting soft shadows across the tiled walls. Aliona’s voice echoed, sharp and flustered, cutting through the humid air. “Ngh! H-Hold on, Kian!”
The golden-haired elf beauty lay prone, her voluptuous hips raised, bared to the dim light. Her skin glistened, slick with sweat and the aftermath of her climax, her most intimate place twitching within the thicket of golden curls. It shimmered, wet with her essence, a glossy sheen that caught the faint lamplight. Above her quivering core, a slender enema syringe was lodged deep in her other entrance, its narrow tip buried in the delicate ring framed by fine golden hairs.
”My b-backside’s off-limits!” Aliona protested, her voice a mix of indignation and embarrassment. “I’ve told you a million times—it’s filthy!”
Kian’s voice was calm, almost teasing, as he leaned closer, the syringe still in place. “If it’s filthy, then all the more reason to cleanse it with slime, right? This stuff’s supposed to break down everything—stubborn blockages, old buildup—and leave your insides smelling like roses.”
”High elves don’t get c-constipated!” Aliona shot back, her cheeks flushing as she twisted to glare at him, her green eyes flashing in the dim light.
Kian blinked, genuinely surprised. “Wait, really? Is that because you eat so much fiber? All those leafy greens keeping things moving?”
Aliona’s face softened for a split second before she huffed, exasperated. “Ugh, I lied, okay? It happens sometimes! But that’s not the point!”
She squirmed, her hips shifting as she turned her head fully to face him, her expression a mix of defiance and unease. “You’re planning to use this as an excuse for some b-backdoor action, aren’t you? Your thing’s too big for that! It’ll ruin me!”
Kian chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not planning anything like that, Ms. Aliona. I just want to see you squirm while the slime fills you up, or watch you blush when you can’t hold it in anymore. That’s all.”
Aliona’s eyes narrowed, her lips pursing. “I knew it. Your tastes are weird. Totally unhealthy!”
”But didn’t you say you wanted to try something kinky?” Kian countered, his tone light but pointed.
Her cheeks burned brighter, and she faltered, her gaze flicking to the syringe still nestled in place. “W-Well… yeah, I did, but…”
The syringe hadn’t been activated yet, its piston untouched, the peach-colored slime still sloshing inside. Aliona’s eyes lingered on it, her curiosity warring with her embarrassment.
Kian’s voice dropped, low and suggestive. “Imagine it: me forcing the slime inside, filling you up until your belly’s tight. Then I plug it, trapping it all in while you writhe, helpless, as I take you from the front. Don’t you want to know how that feels?”
She bit her lip, her green eyes narrowing again. “You’re only saying that because you know I’m too curious for my own good. You and your sneaky ideas.”
”So, what’s it gonna be?” Kian asked, his fingers hovering over the syringe. “Want the slime, or should I pull it out and tease you with my fingers instead?”
Aliona groaned, her voice dripping with frustration. “That’s an awful choice! Either way, you’re still messing with my b-backside! But… fine. I’ll admit it—I’m curious about the slime. Just get it over with and inject it already.”
Kian grinned. “Here we go, then.”
Aliona braced herself, propping up on her elbows and knees, lifting her hips higher. Her curves were breathtaking—ninety centimeters of pure allure, a sight that had always stolen Kian’s breath, even back when she hid them under her frumpy sister’s habit. Stripped bare now, her hips were a marvel, the smooth expanse of her skin glowing in the lamplight.
Kian pressed the syringe’s piston slowly, watching as the slime began to flow. Aliona let out a small, startled gasp at the cold sensation, her body tensing for a moment. But then she relaxed, accepting the strange intrusion with only the faintest strain in her breath.
”How’s it feel?” Kian asked, his voice soft but curious.
Aliona’s voice was steady, though a little breathless. “Cold. Like it’s flooding me, filling my insides with this chilly gel. My belly feels… heavy, like it’s swelling.”
Kian chuckled. “Pretty straightforward, huh?”
She shot him a mock glare, her voice tinged with indignation. “What, is that bad?”
He pushed the piston to its limit, emptying the syringe entirely. Instead of pulling it out, he reached for a sleek, spade-shaped plug made of dark resin, designed to seal the slime inside. As he withdrew the syringe, he swiftly pressed the plug into place, its broad base fitting snugly against her. Aliona’s hips jolted forward instinctively, but then pushed back, her body pressing the plug tighter against Kian’s fingers in an almost defiant display.
A muffled sound escaped her lips, her breath hitching. “It was cold at first, but now… it’s getting warm. Really warm.”
Kian nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “The slime’s got properties to boost circulation. Or maybe it’s heating up as it breaks down whatever’s in there.”
”I told you, high elves don’t have that kind of buildup!” Aliona snapped, sitting up slightly, her posture shifting into an elegant, almost regal pose despite her flushed cheeks. She glared at him, her green eyes sharp. “Happy now, you perverse little knight?”
Kian smirked, undeterred. “My turn to ask—you’re the one who’s been enjoying this. The slime’s got some aphrodisiac in it too. Feeling anything… exciting?”
Aliona’s lips twitched, and she spread her legs wider, revealing herself fully. The dark plug stood out starkly against her skin, adding to the raw intensity of the moment. “I’ve been worked up for a while now,” she admitted, her voice low and sultry.
”Come here,” she urged, her tone urgent. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Kian leaned closer, his voice teasing. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Aliona’s fingers brushed against herself, parting her folds to reveal the flushed, eager warmth within. The plug shifted slightly as she moved, her hips swaying. “Your c**k,” she said, her voice a mix of demand and plea. “I want Kian’s c**k.”
”Got it,” Kian replied, his grin widening.
Her breath caught as he pressed himself against her, the heat of her body enveloping him. Aliona’s hips sank back to the floor, her curves yielding under the pressure. The slick warmth welcomed him effortlessly, her body soft at first, then tightening as she clenched around him. Her legs spread wide, offering a clear view of their connection, her skin flushed and glistening. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the faint rose fragrance of the slime.
”It’s… intense,” Aliona murmured, her voice trembling. “The pressure from my b-backside and belly—it’s making me feel you even more.”
Kian nodded, his movements slow and deliberate. “Maybe the slime’s pushing everything closer together.”
”Could be,” she replied, her tone dreamy, almost dazed. She hooked her arms under her knees, pulling them back until her body arched in a vulnerable, open position. Her core pulsed, urging him deeper with every subtle contraction.
”Gods, I’m melting,” she gasped, her voice thick with need.
Kian leaned over her, their chests pressing together, her full breasts flattening against him. Her hardened peaks grazed his skin, sending a shiver through her. A soft, strained breath escaped her lips, her golden brows knitting together.
Their hands found each other, fingers interlocking in a lover’s clasp. Their eyes met, close enough to see every flicker of emotion.
Aliona’s lips curved into a shy smile. “This is… kinda embarrassing.”
”Ready?” Kian asked, his voice gentle.
She nodded, her smile softening. “Yeah.”
He began to move, slow and steady, her breasts swaying with each motion, her golden hair spilling across the dark stone floor. Her expression shifted from playful to intense, her green eyes locking onto his with a quiet desperation. Each thrust drew a sharp gasp from her lips, the soft sounds of their connection filling the air—wet, rhythmic, unmistakable.
”There,” she breathed, her voice catching. “Right there… I love it.”
”Here?” Kian asked, adjusting slightly, targeting the spot he knew she craved.
”Y-Yes,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “Gods, I’m sorry… I might… I might finish too soon.”
”Don’t worry about it,” Kian reassured her, his tone warm.
But Aliona’s eyes fluttered shut, her head shaking side to side as she fought to hold on. Her neck strained, the muscles standing out as her cheeks flushed deeper. Sweat beaded on her brow, her chest heaving with each breath. The air was thick with the raw, unspoken connection between them, every movement drawing them closer to the edge.
Aliona’s body trembled, her hands slapping against the cool stone floor as Kian pressed himself closer, his muscular frame pinning her pale, flawless form beneath him. Her head thrashed side to side, as if trying to shake off the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her. The sight of her—wild, uninhibited, like a widow lost to carnal desire—was almost too much, a visual feast that set Kian’s nerves ablaze.
”This… this is it,” Aliona gasped, her voice thick with need. “This is what I wanted.”
Kian’s lips curled into a teasing smirk. “Thinking about my c**k even during our travels, huh?”
”I-I mean…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing deeper, her voice breaking under the intensity.
”And you touched yourself too, didn’t you? Such a naughty elf,” he teased, his tone playful but edged with heat.
”N-No!” Aliona protested, her voice a strained cry. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”
”You don’t look sorry,” Kian said, his hips stilling abruptly, cutting off her climb to ecstasy. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, their breaths mingling in the humid air.
Aliona responded eagerly, her tongue entwining with his, even as her hips writhed, seeking friction on her own. Her movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, circling as if drawing invisible patterns in the air. She hooked her legs around his waist, using them as leverage to lift her hips, grinding herself against him. When she swayed side to side, her inner walls pressed tightly against him, amplifying every sensation. When she rocked forward and back, the pressure shifted, teasing different angles with deliberate precision.
Her breaths came faster, sharp and uneven, each one punctuated by a soft, desperate sound. Her chin tilted upward, her legs tightening around him, muscles tensing as she clung to him.
Aliona’s body arched, her hips pressing harder against him, her knees splaying wide in a rigid, trembling pose. Her core clenched with the strength only a high elf could muster, her inner walls rippling in a fierce, rhythmic pull that threatened to unravel him completely.
Her full breasts strained forward, the pink tips trembling with each shudder. Kian’s gaze lingered on the sweat-slicked curves, the sight pushing him over the edge. With a low groan, he let himself go, releasing into the warm, welcoming tightness of her body.
”Guh, it’s coming!” he grunted, his voice rough with effort.
Aliona’s breath hitched, her face flushed a deep crimson, sweat beading across her forehead as she panted heavily, her mouth open, drawing in air in quick, shallow bursts. The musky scent of her filled the air, intoxicating and raw.
Kian eased himself free, and Aliona let her legs fall, collapsing onto the stone floor with a soft thud. Her long, pale limbs splayed carelessly, her golden curls at the apex of her thighs now streaked with his release.
She reached down, her fingers brushing through the mess, scooping up a trace of it. With a sultry smile, she met his gaze, her eyes glinting with mischief. “So… what’s next?”
* * *
Their bodies, still sticky with the evidence of their encounter, were cleansed in the bathhouse’s warm waters. They emerged, refreshed, and slipped into casual clothes—Kian in a simple shirt and trousers, Aliona in a flowing dress. Over their outfits, they draped lightweight cloaks to ward off the night’s chill, stepping out from the manor into the cool air.
”Lord Kian, heading out now?” a young knight on guard duty at the merchant post called out, her torchlight flickering as she peered at them with surprise.
”Yeah,” Kian replied, his tone easy. “The princess and General Asterios are resting. We’re taking over the coastline patrol for the night. We’ll use the wyvern golem, so we can be back in a flash if anything comes up.”
Aliona flashed a bright smile, her voice warm. “Keep up the good work with the watch, alright?”
But beneath her cheerful facade, her arm, entwined with Kian’s in the darkness, trembled with tension. And no wonder—beneath her dress, she wore nothing but a slime bodysuit, a daring purchase from Master Magiello’s shop. Kian, too, wore only slime under his trousers, but the night breeze didn’t faze him the way it did her.
The young knights, oblivious to the couple’s risqué intentions, saluted with a cheerful “Take care!” as they watched them go.
Climbing aboard the wyvern golem, Aliona carefully adjusted her dress, pressing the fabric down as if the thick darkness could betray her secret. Her movements were cautious, almost comical, as she swung her leg over the golem’s side.
”Gods, that was nerve-wracking!” she exclaimed once the golem took flight, her voice bubbling with excitement.
”Thought the wind might lift your skirt and show everything, huh?” Kian teased, his grin audible in the dark.
”It’s thrilling, though, isn’t it?” she replied, her tone bright with mischief.
Kian’s hand slid to her hip, his fingers brushing the thin fabric of her dress. The slime bodysuit beneath did little to conceal her curves, and he could feel the contours of her body as if she were bare. His fingers dipped lower, grazing the valley of her hips, where the plug from earlier still held the slime in place.
”Kian,” Aliona murmured, turning toward him. Without a word, she pinched the hem of her dress and lifted it, revealing the dark sheen of the slime bodysuit clinging to her skin. Her thighs pressed together as she sat, the golden curls at her core faintly visible through the thin, dark layer. Her navel peeked out above, and as she shifted, raising her knees, the outline of her most intimate parts stood out starkly against the fabric.
”This bodysuit… it’s practically made for exposure play,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and uncertainty. “You can see everything.”
”It’s dark,” Kian reassured her. “No one’s noticing. But let’s steer clear of the fishing village tonight, just to be safe.”
”Agreed,” she said, nodding.
Their destination was the bamboo grove near the Order of the Lightning Knights’ base—a perfect spot for their daring escapade. If anyone spotted movement, they’d assume it was just animals rustling through the brush.
Aliona took on the task of channeling magic into the wyvern golem, her boundless reserves of power keeping it aloft. Kian could have tapped into Asterios’s abilities to draw from the Spiritual Vein without Talia’s “Star’s Song,” but doing so risked alerting the Order. Aliona, with her own limitless magic, had volunteered instead.
After a ten-minute flight, they passed the fishing village and descended. They dismounted, shedding their outer clothes. Aliona peeled off her dress, revealing the slime bodysuit in all its scandalous glory. Her full breasts, the sharp points of her nipples, the wild tangle of curls below her waist, and the faint outline of her aroused state were all silhouetted against the night.
”This isn’t a suit,” Kian muttered, half-laughing. “It’s barely anything—just your skin dyed black by slime.”
”It might be even lewder than being naked,” Aliona said, her voice playful as she tossed her dress onto the golem and stood in the open plain.
”Alright, let’s start with the slime,” Kian suggested.
Aliona nodded, crouching low and reaching back. With a swift motion, she removed the plug, her breath catching in a sharp gasp as the pressure released.
Through the darkness, Kian’s keen eyes caught the subtle movements of her body, the way her backside tensed and relaxed. The plug’s removal left her vulnerable, and soon, thick streams of slime began to emerge, smooth and odorless, the magic having cleansed everything perfectly. Aliona’s face burned with embarrassment, her elegant features twisting as she performed such an intimate act in the open. The contrast—her refined, almost aristocratic air against the rawness of the moment—was striking, reminiscent of the time Kian had witnessed Sarah and Azrael’s own daring play, a moment that had made Sarah feel so vividly human.
Aliona’s breath hitched, her body trembling as the last of the slime left her. She stood, her hips swaying with a newfound lightness, her curves catching the faint moonlight. “If you ever abandon me after making me do this, I’ll never forgive you,” she said, her voice half-teasing, half-serious, her eyes glinting with mock indignation.
”No way I’d abandon you,” Kian replied, stepping closer. “You’re my wife for life, Ms. Aliona.”
She let out a soft sound, melting into his arms as he pulled her close. His hands gripped her hips, kneading the soft flesh through the thin slime layer. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, the heat between them reigniting.
The slime bodysuit was so delicate that it could be pierced with the slightest pressure. Kian lifted her by her slender waist, positioning her above his fully aroused length, and lowered her onto him, her body yielding with a tight, exquisite grip.
Aliona let out a muffled cry, her voice trembling with intensity. “It’s… so tight. I’m so worked up… you’re right, this is turning me on way too much.”
”Me, cruel?” Kian teased, his voice low. “You’re the one who looked so damn sexy letting it all out.”
”Don’t say that!” she protested, her tone caught between embarrassment and excitement. She pressed a hand to his mouth, silencing him, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and desire.
Their bodies moved together, standing in the open plain, hips grinding in a primal rhythm. Kian’s hands parted her hips wider, deepening their connection as they lost themselves in the night, the bamboo grove their only witness.
Aliona’s face was a storm of excitement and indignation as she pressed her hand over Kian’s mouth, silencing his teasing words. Their bodies, locked in a standing embrace, moved together in a fervent rhythm, hips grinding with a primal intensity. Their limbs tangled like the arms of an octopus, and Kian’s hands parted her hips, his fingers brushing against the now-cleansed ring of her backside. Aliona let out a muffled cry, her hips swaying as a rush of heated breath hit Kian’s face, her tongue dancing wildly in his mouth, caught in the fervor of the moment.
”N-No way… feeling it in my b-backside?” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and pleasure.
”What, already close?” Kian teased, his tone playful but edged with curiosity.
”N-No, that’s not it!” she protested, her voice sharp. “Just… take your finger out, please!”
”You sure you want that?” he asked, his grin audible as he slid his middle finger deeper, up to the second knuckle, while his length filled her from the front.
Aliona’s full hips quivered violently, the soft curves tensing and tightening under his touch. Her beautiful, almost childlike face contorted in a deliciously unguarded expression, caught between pleasure and embarrassment.
A low, guttural sound escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained. Kian chuckled, his voice warm with affection. “Ms. Aliona, getting all worked up from having your b-backside teased out here? You’re adorable.”
”Ngh… ahh!” she cried, her voice breaking as her hips bucked involuntarily.
His tanned hand pressed firmly against her pale skin, his palm molding to the curve of her hip as his fingers moved with deliberate care. To an onlooker, it might have seemed as though Aliona were wearing some exotic undergarment or was ensnared by a parasitic creature from the brambles, her body laid bare under the thin slime bodysuit. Her lips were claimed in a messy, desperate kiss, slick with saliva, their tongues entwining as the intensity built.
Kian’s fingers, now two, moved in short, teasing motions inside her, and her core tightened in response, signaling her nearing peak. They kissed relentlessly for dozens of seconds, Aliona seemingly drunk on her own desire, her tongue darting out as she whispered breathlessly, “So good… it feels so good…”
Her hips writhed, chasing the sensation of his fingers and his length, her movements growing more frantic. Her full breasts bounced heavily, pressing against his chest, the hardened peaks grazing his skin and sending her into a fleeting shudder of pleasure. Unable to stay upright, they sank to the grassy plain, slick with sweat, collapsing into a seated embrace.
In this new position, Kian drove deeper, his fingers still teasing her backside. From behind, Aliona’s form—legs spread wide, straddling him—must have looked like a noblewoman casting aside all dignity to indulge in raw, animalistic desire.
Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts, each one a sharp exhale through her nose. Her eyes fluttered shut, her brow furrowing as her back arched dramatically, a familiar sign of her impending climax.
Kian held her head, his fingers tangled in her golden hair, kissing her deeply as her muffled cries echoed in his mouth.
”I’m…!” Kian growled, his own release surging.
His climax hit, a torrent of sensation spilling into her. Aliona’s shoulders trembled, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.
Kian’s fingers continued their work, coaxing her backside to mirror the intensity of her peak, her face collapsing into an unguarded, blissful expression. He kissed her again, her long tongue meeting his in a languid, eager response.
In the darkness, their ragged breaths and the sounds of their entwined bodies filled the air, a primal symphony under the stars. The thrill of their exposed, forbidden act—risking discovery by the Order of the Lightning Knights—carried them through the night until the first hints of dawn.
* * *
Afterward, Aliona snapped back to herself, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury. “No more messing with my b-backside, ever!” she declared, her voice sharp. “Do it again, and I won’t speak to you for three days!”
Kian, chastened, could only nod, his usual bravado reduced to a sheepish grin. He knew better than to retort with something like, “But you were into it, Ms. Aliona.” Lessons learned from Sarah and Linca had taught him when to hold his tongue.
As the night’s darkness softened to a dim twilight, they dressed, sealing their reconciliation with a tender kiss. They agreed to stop by the morning market for breakfast supplies, walking side by side, their conversation light and easy. But a sudden ripple in the air—a disturbance in the barrier—cut through their banter.
”Kian?” Aliona’s voice was soft, her head resting on his shoulder as she looked up, her finger pressed thoughtfully to her chin.
”Someone’s touched the barrier,” Kian said, his tone serious. “Not an enemy—either an islander or one of the Order.”
”At this hour?” Aliona mused. “Could be a fisherman, maybe?”
Kian shook his head. “Fishermen don’t come this way. This is Order of the Lightning Knights’ territory—only members come through here.”
”Then it’s probably one of the knights training early,” Aliona said, her voice warm with admiration. “They’re so dedicated, even the young ones. When I was their age, I couldn’t care less about anyone but myself. Never thought to hone my abilities for someone else’s sake. Maybe humans grow up faster because their lives are shorter?”
”I don’t think that’s it,” Kian replied, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the disturbance. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this. When he’d been here with Eugenia, he’d sensed the same presence at this exact time and place—a white fox girl named Rita.
Guria and Balinars had long suspected a spy leaking patrol routes and military details, and Rita was a prime suspect. Aliona, sensing his thoughts, straightened and tugged at his arm. “Let’s check it out. We’re supposed to be patrolling the coastline, after all.”
”Right,” Kian agreed.
They moved silently, cloaking themselves with invisibility magic. Aliona wove a simple barrier—likely to muffle sound and scent—as they sprinted toward the coast. After five minutes of running, their sharp ears—hers honed by high elf senses—picked up voices.
”…trouble… Shidarkan… no more… letters… the barrier… they’ll notice… too dangerous…”
”But our nation is in crisis. My wife is dead. My mother-in-law, my sisters-in-law—all gone. We need your power, inherited from the great Sir Nizaam.”
”No more visits. I’m Rita of Crete.”
”Rita!”
”I didn’t meet anyone. I don’t know any Shidarkan. …Leave, now.”
”…Fine. But take this letter. It’s a reply to the one you sent.”
”…I don’t… know any Nizaam!”
”Rita…”
”I don’t know him. I don’t.”
A tense silence followed. Kian and Aliona, hidden in the grass, listened as the conversation reached its peak. One speaker was Rita, the white fox girl. The other, a faint magical construct, likely a mage’s puppet.
”Take the southwest route back to Cyclops Island,” Rita instructed. “The Sea of No Return is gone. Any other path, and Balinars’ patrol ships will spot you. Go, now!”
”…Farewell, Rita.”
The construct dove into the sea, vanishing beyond the waves. Rita scanned the dim surroundings, then bolted toward the Order of the Lightning Knights’ outpost like a startled hare.
A faint buzz drew Kian’s gaze upward. Outside Talia’s barrier, a single bee—likely controlled by the insect woman—hovered, then dissolved into dust, fading into the twilight.
Kian and Aliona exchanged a glance.
”Kian, this…” Aliona began, her voice low.
”Let’s head back and report to Guria,” Kian said. “She’ll decide whether to let Rita run or confront her.”
Aliona nodded. “Yeah.”
If this had been a clear act of betrayal, they’d have stormed the outpost immediately. But the snippet of conversation with Shidarkan—likely a mage from Malc—suggested something more complex. Rita’s instructions about the patrol route were damning, yet her rejection of Shidarkan hinted at reluctance, perhaps coercion. It was a murky situation.
They slipped away, summoning the wyvern golem—nicknamed “Chinchin” in jest—and soared silently into the predawn sky.
Notes:
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Shidarkan – Gloomy, bearded son-in-law of the Malc family (Flora’s clan); once a modest Malc magician, ordinary next to Shajar’s elites. Attends the Cyclops Island war council after losing his wife, Flora, and sisters-in-law in the northern base’s destruction. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: bereaved Malc son-in-law—sober, doubtful, and dim but dutiful.
• Nizaam – A former member of Azrael’s Twelve Divine Generals and the current head of the Malc family, though he has passed both titles to his daughter to return to the battlefield. He is a prominent warrior noble in Azrael, known for his love of beautiful boys and fierce battles.
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