Chapter 518 Full Bloom ③
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Umu… as expected, I am truly exhausted…”
”Those… are… my… lines…”
To be honest, ten rounds was pushing it. The baby-making session with Carley—the Ancient Elf¹ also known as Mother who had gotten a bit too into the spirit—finally reached a temporary lull after eight consecutive rounds of “The Infinite Eight”², where not once did I pull out. (Wait, was it eight hours without withdrawing for that lady? Either way, a massive chunk of time had certainly vanished.) Outside the window, the world had plunged into darkness, announcing the arrival of night.
”Huh? Is that… dinner?”
”What, you didn’t notice? A little while ago, a maid brought it in, her face turning bright red the entire time,” Carley replied.
Looking over, I saw bread, meat, and soup releasing plumes of steam atop a wagon that had been rolled in. To think I—of all people—missed the sight of a blushing maid… a wave of regret washed over me. But more than that, my stomach let out a thunderous growl, demanding I replenish my protein and energy immediately.
”Now then, let me give you an ‘ahhh’.”
Carley, who had been devotedly tending to my messy “meat-rod buddy” (well, she just wiped it down), hopped off the bed with those words. She padded over to the dinner wagon, completely naked.
I’d pumped so much into her, yet I wondered about the biological sorcery that kept any of that white fluid from leaking out from between her thighs as she walked. While I was busy tilting my head in confusion, she returned, carrying a tray laden with dinner. She blinked at me, her eyes fixated primarily on my crotch.
”I thought you were looking a bit limp just a moment ago… was that ‘exhaustion’ just an act?”
”…If you walk around swaying your ass like that, what do you expect?”
Guilty as charged. There’s just something different about seeing it while she’s walking a distance away versus seeing it on the bed. It felt fresh—an extraordinary sight. The way her pale skin moved as she walked so lovably, her firm, supple cheeks asserting their presence with every step… it really hit me.
”…I wasn’t trying to sway my hips particularly much, you know? Fufu. Well, if my body excites you that much, nothing could make me happier…” she whispered with a flirtatious lilt.
As she spoke, she sat flush against me, rubbing her skin against mine. (For a second, I thought about flipping her onto her stomach and kneading that ass to my heart’s content, but my stomach growled again. This internal war between lust and hunger was getting problematic.)
”So, will you have the meat first? The soup? Or perhaps the bread?”
I resisted the urge to say “I’ll have your buns first” and went with the safe choice: soup. Even though it was steaming, it probably wasn’t that hot, but she still blew on it gently before offering the spoon. I didn’t resist; I let her feed me “ahhh” style and took it into my mouth.
”How is it? Is it delicious?”
”…Yeah.”
I remembered then that she’s called Mother back in Wielope. It’s likely she takes care of the children like this on a daily basis. (Though she’d probably be wearing clothes then.) After that, she continued to hand-feed me meat and bread. She soaked the bread in the soup and cut the meat into tiny pieces—it was the ultimate “king for a day” treatment.
More than anything, seeing her beam with a smile—”Is it tasty? I see, I see!”—like a doting grandmother in the countryside really hit me in the heart. …Even though, for some reason, my c**k remained rock hard.
Then again, it was only natural. She was casually stroking my thigh while feeding me, and her diamond-hard n**ples were grazing against my upper arm every time she moved.
”Let’s switch. You need to eat too, Carley.”
”Nn, don’t worry about me. More than food… my womb is already filled to the brim with your seed,” she murmured.
”…Stop saying such ridiculous things and eat. I told you that you need your nutrition, didn’t I? Here, ‘ahhh’.”
”Mmm… Is that so? Then, ‘ahhh’…”
We engaged in that sort of “idiot couple” back-and-forth, flirting as we took turns feeding each other. Once the plates were empty and we’d wiped the soup bowl clean with the last of the bread, Carley padded away to clear the tray. It really was the perfect service.
Once my stomach was full, the urge to sleep began to rear its head. But there, in my field of vision, was that bouncy, elastic ass again. (Just as I was wondering if this would be a fight between sleep and s*x, Carley returned holding a small vial.)
”It says to drink this after the meal. It was left with a note.”
”…It’s that stamina tonic I’m always drinking.”
”…Oho, I see.”
”Since we’re at it, can you feed it to me through a kiss?”
”Umu, leave it to me.”
With a sharp pop, Carley uncorked the bottle and downed the contents in one gulp. Then, with a happy, contented hum, she hugged me and pressed her lips firmly against mine, pushing the liquid into my mouth. As suspected, it was the tonic I’d been using, a recipe I learned from my Master. I have no idea how it got here, but it’s likely the fruit of my “Wife Network”³… My Love-Mage Satsuki or perhaps the Love-Elf Tania probably brewed it.
”Will this help you work hard until morning?”
”…I’d like at least one more break for a midnight snack.”
”Kuku, don’t look so worried. I may have been a bit too greedy earlier, but it is not provide to force you past your limits.”
I wasn’t sure how much I should trust her, but she gave me a sweet smile as she said it. I appreciated the constant smiling, but there’s a theory that a smile is just the expression a predator makes when it’s hunting its prey… Sure enough, she gave my shoulders a light shove and laid me flat on my back. Now, I wondered if I could break the record of the “Infinite Eight”… I steeled my resolve, but she simply remained nestled between my thighs.
”Carley…?”
”Just relax. You need a rest after eating, don’t you?”
”I appreciate the sentiment, but…”
”Don’t mind me. I simply want to test out some techniques I learned from your wives. You’re hard as a rock now, but the time may come when you’ll need this… so just sit back and enjoy this service. It’s part ‘practice’ and part ‘dessert’…”
Propping myself up on my elbows to look down, I saw she had the face of a female in heat as she rubbed her cheek against my “meat-rod buddy.” I understood the vibe she was going for, but I couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to spark a diplomatic incident. (Well, it was a bit late for that now…)
The wet sounds of her lips sliding along the side of my shaft filled the room. The soft sensation and the occasional firm pressure were an intense combination. Much like the cowgirl position, I shouldn’t have taught her much of this, but the “Wife Network’s” educational prowess was truly terrifying.
”Look, I told you to relax. If you want, you can even drift off to sleep. I’ll be busy enjoying myself in my own way…”
Even if she said that, the sleepiness was definitely real. Between the pleasure at my crotch and the post-meal lethargy, I felt myself being reeled in. I surrendered to the pleasure and let my limbs go limp.
”Yes, yes, that’s perfect. I’ll take such good care of you… and help you build back your strength…”
Before sucking on the head, she pressed her lips against my scrotum. It was as if she were trying to stimulate the production of sperm… or rather, that was exactly what this service was for. She rolled my balls on her tongue with ridiculous, painstaking care. She handled them reverently, like a treasure—yet tasted them relentlessly, like a predator with its prey. Between the bliss in my lower half and the comfort of lying down, all the strength drained from my body.
She continued her service with soft, rhythmic stimulation, ensuring she didn’t disturb my rest. To keep from startling me with sudden sensation, she kept her lips attached as she slid from my balls to my inner thighs, planting wet kisses all over. The slow, steady pleasure began to melt my entire being. Her movements remained sluggish and deliberate, traveling back and forth between my thighs. From the inner thigh to the pelvis, back to the inner thigh, over to the knee, and back again. She did it over and over—I couldn’t tell if she was conditioning me or just teasing me.
Regardless, my guard had completely vanished. By the time I’d left everything to her and lost all power to resist, her lips finally returned to my meat-pole. But even that was a slow, sticky, incredibly thorough movement… The only sounds were the wet slurping of her lips and her shallow, excited breathing. Throughout the service, she didn’t say another word, simply continuing to caress me with heartbreaking gentleness and care. (Damn, I really was getting sleepy.)
I’d come here all fired up to get her pregnant, but in the end, she’d been the one holding the reins all day. I wanted to fight it, but I just couldn’t find the will. Finally, she licked me upward with her hot tongue, but because I’d been so thoroughly melted by the warmth of her lips, there was no sharp shock. I was simply dissolved by the bliss, the pleasure permeating my strengthless body.
My eyelids grew heavy and closed of their own accord, and I was wrapped in a fluffy, hazy comfort. The boundary between the bed and my body blurred, as did the line between my c**k and her tongue. In the end, she spent just as much time on the tongue-work as she had on the lip-service, licking me stickily and thoroughly. When she finally took me deep into her mouth, I was so melted that I couldn’t move a single finger.
It feels so good… so good… so good… ——. The consciousness I’d been struggling to hold onto was harvested without a sound or a struggle. Mowed down completely. (As expected, the “Wife Network” is a truly terrifying thing…) With that final thought, I let go of my consciousness entirely.
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Summary:
After an intense eight-round session, Carley and the protagonist take a break to replenish their energy. Carley dotes on him with maternal care, feeding him dinner and a stamina tonic provided by his other wives. The chapter ends with Carley providing a meticulous oral service that lulls the protagonist into a deep, pleasure-filled sleep.
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Trivia:
- The term ‘Infinite Eight’ refers to 8 rounds without withdrawal.
- Carley is the ‘Haha-sama’ (Mother) of Wielope, a title reflecting her age and role in elven society.
- The ‘Wife Network’ involves his other lovers (Satsuki, Tania) coordinating to support his stamina.
- The tonic was specifically left by a maid who was embarrassed by the state of the room
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Character Insight:
Carley shifts from a high-energy partner to a doting, maternal figure, showcasing the ‘Ancient Elf’ capacity for multifaceted affection. The protagonist feels overwhelmed by the combined ‘education’ his wives have given Carley.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author often balances high-intensity smut with domestic ‘moe’ scenes to humanize the harem dynamics.
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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 like Emperor Dee‑bou and Gustav, grants Forest Blessings, steers church‑state talks, remains calm under magic or tentacle restraints, and now seeks procreation, possessing high physical and sexual stamina.
• Satsuki – Long‑haired court mage in staff‑and‑robes, Miranda’s granddaughter and ex‑top Academy student, lives alone as a prickly tsundere companion to Kento and now a Harvest worker. She plays professor‑student with the modest, easily embarrassed Love‑Mage protagonist, helps the shop with research, Dildo‑Buddy prototype design, and manufacturing insight, and is a friend of Amelia who has just conceived.
• Tania – An elven love‑elf, older sister of Laika and mother of son Wakaba, rejects her race’s low‑desire image with passionate, easily embarrassed charm. She wears light armor over a simple tunic and short pants, exuding grace. Senior‑junior to Raika, she’s a seasoned Harvest shopper buying pleasure items while keeping a dignified façade, and also helps tend the garden, selecting medicinal herbs and emergency rations.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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