Volume 4 Chapter 113 The Timeless Virgin Elf*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I returned to the bedroom with Lifia and her aunt, Sphica. The air in the room was dry and cool, a welcome relief to our skin which was still radiating the heat of the bath.
The soft, neon-tinted lighting of the Love Hotel¹ bathed the three of us in a dim, amber glow. A heavy, sweet silence filled the space. Sphica’s body was flushed a deep pink, her pale skin still glistening from the steam.
”Lifia… are you truly certain of this?” Sphica whispered.
Lifia placed a gentle hand on her aunt’s shoulder. “It’s a bit late for that now, isn’t it?”
Lifia’s voice was like velvet, nudging Sphica forward. The older Elf² finally sat on the edge of the bed. I sat to her right, and Lifia took her left. I cupped Sphica’s cheek, tilting her face toward mine. I started slow, our lips barely brushing, before I deepened the kiss and tasted her. Sphica’s breath hitched, and a long, hot sigh escaped her.
”Nngh…”
Lifia leaned in, her lips grazing the nape of Sphica’s neck as she whispered into her ear. “Feel everything. Let him see all of you.”
”It is… so embarrassing, ja…” Sphica murmured.
”It’s alright,” I said, leaning closer. “I love seeing you like this.”
Together, Lifia and I began to coax the Chieftain³ out of her centuries of reserve. I cupped her heavy breasts, savoring their weight and warmth. As I rolled her n**ipss between my thumbs, her entire body gave a sharp, involuntary jolt. Beside her, Lifia kneaded the other breast, her fingers teasing the peak until it stood rigid.
”Ah! Nnh!”
Sweet, broken cries began to spill from Sphica’s mouth. I took one n**ips into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the hardened tip. Lifia mimicked me on the other side, the wet sounds of our attention filling the quiet room.
”Hyan! Ah… the both of you… doing this to me!” Sphica cried.
Her hips bucked, her long golden hair fanning out across the pillows in a tangled mess. To see the Elf Chieftain – a woman who had led her people for centuries with such dignity – shaking with helpless abandon was intoxicating. Her skin was feverish now, her body reacting with startling sensitivity to every touch.
I moved my kisses downward, trailing from her breasts to the soft curve of her stomach. When I traced the dip of her navel with my tongue, her abdominal muscles flexed hard. I moved lower still, tasting the inner heat of her thighs, working my way inward until I gently forced her legs apart.
”Ah… ah… haahn…”
Her voice was melting, losing its regal edge. I hovered over her silken core, my hot breath fanning against her.
”Hyaaaaaahn!”
Sphica’s back arched off the bed. The dignified leader was gone; in her place was a woman drowning in a sea of modesty and mounting ecstasy. Her core was already weeping, slick and shimmering. I used my fingers to spread her petals wide. They were a deep, engorged crimson – a true virgin’s blossom, untouched by time.
”Please… don’t look… not there!” Sphica pleaded.
She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but I held her firm. “You’re beautiful, Sphica. Show me.”
”Uuu… the shame of it… hyauun!”
I pressed a wet kiss directly against her opening, and her hips surged upward. The taste of her nectar, sweet and sharp, flooded my senses. I moved higher, finding the small, swollen bud of her clitoris and flicking it with my tongue. I took her into my mouth and sucked gently.
”Hyaan! Not there… anything but there, ja…!”
Her voice broke as she tried to pull away, but I was relentless. While I focused on her core, Lifia continued her assault above, biting her earlobes and whispering provocations that shattered what remained of Sphica’s composure.
”You’re so responsive, Auntie,” Lifia teased. “It’s adorable.”
Lifia’s words dissolved the last of Sphica’s inhibitions. Her breathing turned into ragged gasps, and her hips began to grind against me of their own accord.
”Ah, aah, nn! Master… Lifia…!”
She had reached her limit.
”I-I’m going… it’s coming, ja! Ah, aaaah!!”
Sphica’s body went rigid as she climaxed, a torrent of nectar wetting my lips. She trembled violently, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me.
”Haah… haah… haah…”
As the tremors subsided, Sphica looked up with glazed eyes. “Is it… is it finished, ya?”
Lifia leaned in with a mischievous smile. “Not even close. Remember our ‘lesson’? You still have to give yourself to him.” Lifia paused, her smile widening. “Go on. Say it. Tell him what you want.”
”I… I cannot say such things!” Sphica turned a brilliant shade of scarlet.
Lifia didn’t let up. She slid a finger back into Sphica’s slick heat, stirring the moisture with a deliberate, wet sound.
”Hiun!”
”If you don’t say it, I’ll have to be even meaner,” Lifia whispered. “You want his baby too, don’t you?”
”I-I understand, ja! I will say it!” Tears pricked at the corners of Sphica’s eyes as she forced the words out. “Son-in-law-dono… I have never known a man in all my years. I am… I am untainted. You are the first.” She took a ragged breath. “I desire your child, ja. I want you inside me. Fill me… fill Sphica with your seed. I want to carry your child!”
The final words were barely a whisper. A surge of possessive love washed over me.
”Sphica.” I stroked her golden hair and kissed her deeply. “I’ll make you happy. I’m going to make you mine.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my length pressing against her scorching, slick folds. The moment we touched, her body seemed to pulse around me.
”Hiun…”
A soft whimper escaped her. Her blue eyes were clouded with desire. I teased her, swirling against the opening until the friction created a frothy lather.
”Please… I beg of you… hurry, ja,” she pleaded.
The last of her dignity had evaporated. She was writhing beneath me, her hips pleading for the very thing she had feared.
”Begging for it?” I teased. “You’ve certainly become a lewd little elf.”
”Do not tease me… I want you! I want you inside me!”
”Then you’ll have it. Your first time… every bit of it belongs to me.”
I began to sink my hips, slowly and deliberately. The tip was swallowed by her scorching, narrow passage. I felt the intense pressure of her walls clamping down on me. I could feel the thin barrier ahead – the proof of her centuries of purity. This was the body of a High Elf Chieftain, and now she was surrendering it all to me.
I advanced inch by inch, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate me.
”Nn… nku!”
She let out a muffled groan, her hips lifting off the bed as her body struggled to process the dual sensations of pain and overwhelming fullness. Then, with one steady push, the resistance snapped.
”Nnaaaaaah!”
Sphica’s voice rose in a piercing cry of shock and completion. “Ah… ah… aaaah! It is inside… you are deep within me…!”
A single tear traced a path down her cheek. Her walls were gripping me with a desperate, rhythmic intensity. I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust.
”Are you alright, Sphica?”
”It is… so deep. So hot. I am being filled completely…”
Lifia snuggled close, stroking her aunt’s hair. “You look beautiful, Auntie. You’re finally his.”
Sphica’s face burned a deeper red. “So… I am truly his woman now, ja na?”
”How does it feel?” I asked.
”I am… happy, ja. It is a strange, hot pain… but I have never felt so whole!” Sphica spoke with a sudden, startling clarity. “The pain is fading. You can move. I want to feel you… more.”
”Don’t push yourself,” I cautioned.
”I am well, ja. Please… let me feel all of you.”
I began to move, testing the depths. At first, the strokes were shallow and careful, but as she began to find her rhythm, I pushed deeper and harder.
”Ah… nn… nkuu!”
Her cries turned sweet and melodic. The friction produced a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the room. Lifia joined back in, teasing Sphica’s breasts and neck, her own breathing becoming heavy.
”Master… deeper! Fill me with all that you are!”
I abandoned all restraint, gripping her hips and driving home with everything I had.
”Nnaaaaaah!”
Sphica’s voice reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing as she welcomed the invasion. Lifia watched with hungry eyes, her own legs spreading. “Master… please… I need it too…”
”Are you sure? With the baby…?”
”Pregnant women have needs too,” Lifia whispered with a wink. “Just be gentle.”
I pulled out of Sphica for a moment. Lifia immediately moved in, draping herself over her aunt so their soft breasts pressed together.
”Nn… Lifia…”
The sight of them entwined was a masterpiece of flesh and light. I entered Lifia with careful, slow strokes, mindful of her condition. Her heat was even more intense than usual, her walls soft and welcoming.
”Ah… Master… it feels so good…”
I moved within her for a few minutes, my hand resting on the swell of her belly, before pulling out and returning to Sphica with a sudden, forceful thrust.
”Hyaan! Ah! Deep… so deep again!”
I moved between them, alternating between Lifia’s gentle heat and Sphica’s tight, frantic passion. The room was thick with our mingled breaths.
”Ah! More! More, Master!”
”Master… me too… all the way…!”
The harmony of their voices filled the air. Finally, I felt the fire in my gut reach the point of no return.
”Sphica, I’m finishing!”
”Pour it all into me!” she cried. “Make me a mother! Fill me with your life!”
Sphica wrapped her slender legs around my waist, pulling me in as deep as I could go. I buried myself to the hilt, my hips locking against hers. I let go, feeling the hot jets of my seed pulsing directly against her. Her walls clamped down, milking me of every last drop with a desperate, hungry rhythm.
”Aaaaaah! It’s so hot! You’re filling me up…!”
Sphica’s body bucked in a final climax, her nails leaving marks on my back. Lifia, caught between us, smiled with pure bliss.
”Master… Auntie… our family is going to grow. My child… and hers…”
”Yeah,” I panted, holding them both.
I pulled them both into my arms, our sweat-slicked bodies tangling together. Sphica was still trembling against my chest, her dignity replaced by a quiet, contented peace. Lifia rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed in satisfaction. In the quiet of the room, there was only the sound of our breathing and the heavy afterglow of the night.
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Summary:
Following a bath, the protagonist engages in a threesome with Lifia and her aunt Sphica. Sphica, a centuries-old virgin elf chieftain, finally surrenders her maidenhead to the protagonist. The scene concludes with the protagonist ejaculating inside Sphica, fulfilling her wish to conceive his child.
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Trivia:
- Sphica is actually Lifia’s aunt, though they call each other ‘Sister’ (Ane-sama/Elder Sister).
- Sphica is a ‘Vintage Virgin’ who has lived for hundreds of years without knowing a man.
- The setting is a Love Hotel with magical/modern properties.
- The protagonist’s ‘Love Hotel’ ability facilitates inter-species pregnancy
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Character Insight:
Sphica undergoes a total transformation from a dignified, formal chieftain to a vulnerable woman pleading for intimacy and motherhood. Lifia acts as an instigator/wingman, showing her comfortable acceptance of the protagonist’s harem and her own s*xual confidence despite her pregnancy.
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Behind the Scenes:
The term ‘Vintage’ (Vintēji) is used specifically in the Japanese title to highlight the rare ‘aged’ quality of Sphica’s virginity, a common trope in light novel fantasy erotica.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sphica – Matriarch of the Elf Village. Elder sister to Rozmiaque. She has long golden hair, blue eyes, and looks like 20s.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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