Chapter 517 Full Bloom ②*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”One, two… and into you! ♡♡♡!”
She caught me off guard. For a second, I thought I’d actually heard her say “Heave-ho-s*x.” I had come to the private chambers of Carley¹—the Ancient Elf also known as Haha-sama²—fully intending that today would be the day I finally knocked her up for good.
It seemed that the inherent fragility of mortals’ lives had triggered something in her, putting her in a very particular kind of “mood.” She tossed me onto the bed and immediately straddled my waist.
Inevitably, my D**do-Buddy³ was instantly taken prisoner by her hot, tight, and soaking wet flesh-hole. This was Carley’s passage, a place that had now fully learned the exquisite taste of a man. The way she clamped down, as if intent on milking every drop of s**men out of me, felt incredible—but I wasn’t the only one lost in the pleasure.
”Nnn-ooohhh… hhh… ♡♡♡♡♡”
She collapsed her weight onto me, burying the head of my d**k deep against her cervix at the same time she arched her back and let out a low, trembling moan. I could see that strength was surging through her entire body, not just her v**ina.
”…Are you alright?”
”I-I’m… fine… ♡♡♡! Huff, huff… ♡♡♡ My body is acting on its own, and my womb… it’s being such a naughty brat noja… ♡♡♡”
Carley’s breath was shallow, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Yet her eyes were still burning with intensity, far from being melted away by the ecstasy. I liked that spirit. Resolving to give her everything I had, I reached up to take hold of her—only to have my wrists pinned down once again by a grip like iron.
”Oh no, I don’t think so… ♡♡♡ Today, you must leave it to me… ♡♡♡ I’m going to use those techniques your wives taught me to milk you until there’s nothing left… ♡♡♡”
Her slender arms didn’t budge an inch. I wondered where she hid that kind of strength in such a graceful frame, but with a woman demanding me this fervently, there was no way I was going to say no.
”Fine then. I’ll leave it to you.”
”Fufu, well now, aren’t we being obedient… ♡♡♡”
As I let my arms go limp, she flashed a triumphant grin and released my wrists. My hands fell back onto the mattress with a dull thud. (Hmm… well, it’s fine, but I haven’t joined with Carley in the cowgirl position very often. I wonder if she can actually move those hips…)
”Now, I’m going to move, okay? You are absolutely not to move an inch, do you hear me? Listen, I mean absolutely. Trying to loosen the womb is no good, and tickling the n**ples is no good either. Thrusting up from below is strictly forbidden.”
I gave her a nod to satisfy her, though it felt like a classic setup. (Then again, she doesn’t know the tropes of that ‘unflyable large bird group’ back in my old world, so maybe I should just honestly obey?)
”Ngh… hmph… ♡♡♡!”
While I was lost in thought, Carley began to slowly lift her hips. She pressed her palms into my stomach, leaning her full weight onto me. I felt a surge of excitement as a conditioned reflex—the soft pressure of her hands and the heavy, feminine weight of a woman were too much to ignore.
”Hehe… fufufu… ♡♡♡ The naughty brat is the same for your c**k… ♡♡♡”
Loyally following the instruction I’d given her before to call it that, she laughed happily. To be honest, this surprised me a little. Because when we tried it before, her strength had failed her and she couldn’t manage it. It seemed that being ‘in the mood’ wasn’t an exaggeration.
”Nn… ah… ♡♡♡! Fufu… nn… nn… ♡♡♡! Ahhh, your c**k… it’s getting so hard and angry inside me… ♡♡♡♡♡”
With an enraptured expression, Carley began to move her hips in a steady, rhythmic grind. She wasn’t just losing herself to the pleasure; she was wielding it. In fact, I was the one being battered by a level of sensation I wasn’t prepared for.
”Ghh…!”
”Nff… ♡♡♡ Does that feel good? ♡♡♡ It was worth practicing with your wives after all… ♡♡♡”
”Pr-practice…?”
”Umu, I’ve been practicing by sandwiching my ‘D**do-Buddy’ in a pillow and swinging my hips… ♡♡♡ Pillows don’t thrust back like you do, after all. Though I do feel a bit bad for the maids having to do so much extra laundry…”
Her hips moved with terrifying precision, shifting at angles that bypassed her own weak spots just to focus the friction entirely on mine. (So the network of my wives is a truly frightening thing… or rather, I feel like I owe them a massive thank you.)
Eventually, Carley, appearing to have grown accustomed to the hip-swinging, dropped her weight and began to churn against me, squelching loudly as she ground against the deepest part. When I stole a glance at her face, I was met with that same predatory, satisfied smirk.
”Fufu… I suppose I should give myself a little reward too… ♡♡♡ Oh, this is wonderful… ♡♡♡ Straddling the man I love, crushing my womb as I please, and even squeezing out his seed on top of that… ♡♡♡♡♡”
Her expression shifted into something deeply carnal. She sat up straight, bracing her hands behind her to flaunt the place where we were joined. Then, she began to use her drenched, trembling walls to slurp at me from the inside.
”Hah… hah… ♡♡♡! Kuku… ♡♡♡! Ahhh! My stomach feels like it’s boiling! ♡♡♡ You’re tempting me, aren’t you? Making your c**k so hot and hard just to tease me! ♡♡♡!?”
If anyone was doing the tempting, it was her—dripping with an endless flood of slick arousal, her passage tightening around me. With her leaf-colored hair flying wild and a thin trail of saliva escaping her lips, her ears flushed a deep crimson, she looked far more excited than I could ever hope to match.
Before I could even speak, my hand reached out for her soft belly. This time, she didn’t stop me. My fingers sank into the plush skin over her ovaries, stroking her from the outside.
”Kukuku… that’s right… ♡♡♡ You’re the man who wanted so badly to knock me up… ♡♡♡ and I am the woman who wants nothing more than to be filled with your child… ♡♡♡♡♡”
She didn’t flinch at my touch. Clearly, she didn’t know the ‘unflyable bird’ tropes. Instead, the fire in her eyes turned into a thick, molten glow.
”Don’t you worry… I’m going to make sure I conceive… ♡♡♡♡♡ Here… right here… ♡♡♡♡♡ See for yourself if this place is worthy of your seed… ♡♡♡♡♡”
She stroked her own stomach where I was buried deep inside. Her face leaned in, and she silenced me with a kiss. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, flooding me with her saliva.
”Nff… nn… slurp… ♡♡♡♡♡ Mwah… lick… lick-lick… chuu… gurgle… ♡♡♡♡♡”
She buried her hands in my hair, pulling at it as she worked her hips with expert cruelty, kneading her own womb against me. There was no more holding back. She ignored her own weak points, focusing entirely on attacking mine.
Her opening clamped down on my base so hard it felt like she was trying to shear me off, her internal muscles rippling in waves that dragged me deeper and deeper. The back of her v**ina acted like a vacuum, while her cervix greedily accepted every strike.
Everything about her was a machine designed to harvest my seed. It was a side of her I had never seen in all our nights together. Even with our mouths locked, her body was screaming louder than words: Make me pregnant. Fill this womb with your seed until it swells with your child.
There was no way I could stay passive after that. I surged with a primal strength, blood thundering through me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me with every ounce of strength I possessed.
Splurt-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch! Splurt-splurt-spluuuuuurt! Spluuuuuuuuuurt!
”──────────…!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡!!!!!”
I buried myself to the hilt and unleashed everything. I didn’t even need to thrust; she was grinding her hips down, her womb and walls forming a perfect, airtight seal that milked me dry. She took it all—violently, yet with a bizarre sort of reverence—swallowing every drop of my semen. My vision went white, and for a moment, the world simply ceased to exist.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. As the climax receded into a warm haze, I opened my eyes to see her looking down at me, that same molten, obsessive light still burning in her gaze.
”Huff… huff… ♡♡♡♡♡ Now then… don’t you dare pull out. I’m counting on you for about ten more rounds nanoja… ♡♡♡♡♡”
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Summary:
The Protagonist visits Carley, the Ancient Elf, with the explicit goal of getting her pregnant. Carley, moved by the fleeting nature of mortal lives, takes a dominant role. She uses techniques learned from The Protagonist’s other wives to exhaustively harvest his seed.
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Trivia:
- Carley is an Ancient Elf, suggesting a long lifespan compared to humans.
- The wives have a network and shared knowledge regarding The Protagonist’s sexual preferences.
- The Protagonist has previously taught Carley specific terminology (naughty brat/kikanbou).
- Carley’s physical strength is superhuman despite her appearance.
- The term ‘D**do-Buddy’ is an established item/concept in this world
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Character Insight:
Carley displays a shift from her usual ‘Motherly’ demeanor to a proactive, predatory desire for motherhood. The Protagonist shows surprise at her training and physical dominance but ultimately gives in to his own instincts.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses ‘kikanbou’ as a recurring playful term for sexual organs in this series.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Carley – Ancient elf Haha‑sama, called Mother, is a youthful elven beauty with long autumn‑leaf green hair and a soft, flat‑chested form. As Captain of the Wielope Empire, she is a blunt, pragmatic matriarch to assassins and royalty such as Emperor Dee‑bou and Gustav, grants Forest Blessings, steers church‑state talks, stays calm under magic or tentacle restraints, and now seeks procreation.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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