Volume 5 Chapter 8 Cries Resounding in the White Silver Forest*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Pardon me, Spirit King…”1
The first to step forward onto the opulent carpet of the bedchamber was Rune. She was the chestnut-haired girl who had served me tea earlier that day. Clad in nothing but a thin silk nightie, she was shivering so violently that it looked as if she were in the throes of a seizure. She appeared as vulnerable and fragile as a lamb led to the slaughterhouse.
Her skin was translucent, her eyes swimming with the liquid fear of a small animal. Though she was thirty, in the long lifespan of an Elf, she was merely a young sapling whose buds were just beginning to swell.
I looked her over, letting my gaze linger from head to toe. Her slender shoulders and impossibly thin waist were so delicate I felt I could crush them with one hand. There is a unique, perverse charm to this incompleteness that simultaneously triggers both a protective instinct and a desire to dominate. While I generally prefer the bodies of mature women, there is a sanctity to such an innocent existence that common morality would forbid one from touching. That very “specialness” was what sent a surge of arousal straight to my c**k.
”…Are you afraid, Rune?”
”Y-Yes… a little…. You’re just so big, Spirit King… I’m terrified that someone like me might just break…”
Rune answered honestly, shrinking into herself at my feet. Her gaze was locked onto the bulge in my trousers—the mark of a King asserting its presence. I couldn’t blame her. It was a size ill-suited for her petite frame. Since arriving in this world, my member had gained a size and hardness that was frankly monstrous for a Japanese man. The veins standing out, the heat radiating from it, and its rhythmic pulsing—it was nothing less than a lethal weapon.
To force it into that small, tight slit… it was an act bordering on physical destruction, so her fear was only natural. That realization only stoked the flames of my desire further.
”It will be alright, Rune. The Spirit King is a merciful being. If you simply allow yourself to rely on him, he will wrap you in his immense love,” Sylvia, standing in attendance, said as she stroked Rune’s head to encourage her.
Sylvia had removed her combat leathers, replaced by a thin, loose-fitting tunic. Yet, beneath that, her well-honed body radiated an unmistakable scent of heat. Her blue eyes were fixed on my crotch with feverish intensity. While she encouraged Rune, I could clearly sense that she was secretly wishing it was her own place to be there, craving to swallow my rigid c**k all the way to the back of her throat. She was a loyal, insatiable adventurer.
”Come now, take off your clothes. You are in the presence of the Spirit King.”
As Serafina quietly urged her, Rune tremblingly untied the ribbon of her nightie. The fabric slid off, revealing her immature yet beautiful form.
The tips of her small breasts were still budding, colored a faint cherry blossom pink. Her lower abdomen had only just begun to sprout a dusting of light chestnut fuzz; she was far more a girl than a mature woman. Yet, her thighs were trembling rhythmically, and her inner thighs looked damp.
”…Hm? Rune, the floor is wet.”
”Eek!? I, I’m sorry…! I tried to hold it back, but I was so scared, it just happened…!”
Rune’s face turned bright red as she clutched her crotch. Between my overwhelming aura and the anxiety of what was to come, it seemed her immature bladder had reached its limit. A thin, transparent trickle leaked from between her fingers, forming a small puddle on the floor.
It wasn’t love fluids. It was undeniably urine.
Incontinence brought on by sheer terror. A normal man might find it a turn-off. But for me, it only served to ignite a darker, deeper desire for control. She was so terrified of me, so mentally broken, that she couldn’t even control her own bodily functions. That defenselessness was simply irresistible.
”Such a clumsy mistake…! Please forgive us, Spirit King. I will have it cleaned up at once.”
Sylvia moved to intervene, but I stopped her with a gesture of my hand.
”No need. …Rune, come here.”
”Uu… I’m going to be punished… please don’t hit me…”
With tears in her eyes, Rune cringed. Her excessive fear hinted at something deeper—a trauma. There was a jagged scar somewhere in her past. I remained sprawled on the sofa, pulling her small body toward me and cradling her on my lap. I didn’t care that her lower half was soiled; I simply stroked her back.
”No one is going to hit you. …Rune, what about your parents?”
When I asked, Rune tensed up, whispering in a tiny voice.
”…They’re gone. Long ago, they were eaten by monsters…”
”I see. That’s why you’re so afraid of everything, isn’t it?”
The absence of an absolute existence to protect her. In a village in decline, the anxiety of surviving on her own must have been immeasurable. The fear of being scolded was likely just the flip side of a survival instinct—a desperate need not to be abandoned. What she needed wasn’t just a stud. She needed an absolute protector—a powerful force who would forgive her failures and guard her existence.
…Wait, that’s it. That’s the path.
As I stroked her warm, soft body, I whispered into her ear.
”You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Don’t hold anything back in front of me. Release what you need to, and cry when you need to. From today, I will take the place of your parents.”
”…Eh?”
”I am your papa. As long as you are in these arms, no one will ever hurt you. In exchange, you don’t have to think about anything—just rely on me.”
At my words, Rune’s pupils flickered. The offer of protection from an absolute, dominant force. The thread of anxiety that had been stretched to the breaking point snapped, and she buried her face in my chest, clinging to me as if her life depended on it.
”P-Papa…? Are you… really going to protect me…?”
”Yes. Leave everything to me. I will manage every part of you. Even your excretions.”
”Papa… uuu, Papaaa…”
Rune gripped my clothes tightly. The seeds of dependency were sown. Now, all that remained was to nurture them with the water of pleasure. I ran my fingers toward her secret place. The area, dampened by her incontinence, felt slick as my fingers slid in, mixing the urine with her natural fluids.
Dirty? No. It was arousing.
Accepting another person’s waste was the ultimate proof of dominance and ownership.
”Sylvia, help her.”
Sylvia responded with a sharp nod, moving to face Rune. Her expression, different from the cold, ruthless mask she wore on the battlefield, was that of an older sister tending to a younger kin. She leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Rune’s. Under the skilled play of her tongue, Rune melted, her eyes glazed as she surrendered herself to me.
Taking that opportunity, I retrieved my own member and pressed it against her small opening. The moment my glans made contact, Rune jolted. The disparity in size was overwhelming. A drama of penetration that seemed to defy the laws of physics was about to begin.
”I’m going in. It only hurts at first. …Trust your Papa.”
”Yes… Papa… I trust you…”
Squelch.
Breaching the wall of her maidenhead, my c**k forced its way inside.
It was tight. Impossibly tight. The constriction, like a vice, assaulted my rigid member. But, lubricated by her fluids and urine, she swallowed me with surprising smoothness. The sensation of her immature flesh walls frantically expanding and reshaping themselves to accommodate the intruder… the ecstasy of being the one to break her in. The immorality of defiling her virginity.
”Aaaah…! A-Aaahhn…! My stomach is so full…! Papa’s, it’s all the way to my navel…!”
”It is the power of the Spirit King. Accept it, Rune.”
As Serafina watched with the gaze of a saintly mother, I began to move my hips. Slowly at first, then gradually deeper, more intensely. Elves are sensitive to Spirit energy. Each time my wedge rubbed against her inner walls, a massive surge of Mana scorched her nerves, filling the hollow void of her heart with physical fulfillment.
”Nooo! Not there, not there! It makes me feel so strange!”
”Good girl. Take it all. I’ll make sure you’re fully satisfied.”
I tempered my strength but ensured I hit her uterine opening with precision. I was carving my dominance as a male into the heart and body of a girl who had been craving fatherly love. In that instant, Rune’s eyes rolled back, and her entire body arched like a bow. I felt as if I heard something break within her lower abdomen.
”A-A-Aaaahhh!! I can’t hold it back anymore! It’s all—it’s all coming out!”
”Let it out! With my seed, push it all out!”
I thrust to the very depths and unleashed a torrent of Spirit energy.
Throb, throb!
Simultaneously with my e**culation, a torrential fountain of holy water erupted from Rune’s urethra.
Splsh-splsh-splsh…!!
With the spasms of her climax, she had spectacularly urinated all over my abdomen. The transparent liquid traced an arc, washing over the point of our connection.
It was warm. And it smelled.
But that beastly, ammoniac scent was proof that she had stripped away the shackles of reason and surrendered her entire self to me.
”Ahiiiyyy! I peed! I peed in front of Papaaa!”
Between the shame and the pleasure, Rune was completely broken. While she caught my s**men within her uterus, she emptied the contents of her bladder all over me. It was the ultimate act of courtship—exposing the entirety of her mind and body to me.
”Hah… hah… well done, Rune. You’ve filled your belly with my seed and marked me with your own scent.”
To think she’d go all-out right from the start. Not bad at all. As I laughed and stroked her head, Rune—now fainted—cuddled happily against my chest. Her vessel was too small; she’d short-circuited from an overload. Yet, her face was that of a daughter, relieved to have found her guardian. Saliva drooled from her lips, and a trickle of urine still leaked from between her thighs. It was filthy, and it was deeply, incredibly precious.
”…Hmm. A bit too much of a mess, I suppose.”
I gently laid the limp Rune down and looked down at the mixture of her holy water and my own fluids on my abdomen. The viscous s**men and the thin, watery urine mixed together, casting a unique sheen. I could purify it instantly with magic, but that would lack flavor.
At that moment, Sylvia approached on all fours without a sound. Her eyes were burning like a predator’s before its prey. She pressed her face to my crotch, flared her nostrils, and inhaled deeply, drinking in the pungent, mixed scent.
”Ah… such a rich… scent of a male…”
An enchanted expression. Where was her dignified mask as a Silver-rank adventurer? Here was nothing but a female dog in heat.
”Spirit King…. Please, allow me to cleanse this filth.”
”Sylvia?”
”Rune’s holy water, and the seed overflowing from you… not a single drop can be wasted. I will wipe it all away clean with my throat…”
She stared at my still-rigid c**k, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. If Rune’s was the innocence of a child, Sylvia’s was the joy of total enslavement. To her, my fluids were a holy elixir, and consuming them was a ritual of loyalty. Even if it were mixed with the urine of another.
I grinned and placed a hand on her head.
”Fine. Enjoy it to your heart’s content.”
”Thank you…! I accept…!”
Sylvia buried her face in my crotch, devouring it. Her tongue lapped at the fluid spreading from my abdomen to my groin. The rough texture of her tongue, followed by the warmth of her mouth. She didn’t hesitate, taking the entirety of my shaft, urine and all, into her mouth.
Slurp.
Without hesitation, she swallowed me down to the base in one go.
Gulp!
My glans pushed past her throat, forcing open the entrance to her esophagus. A normal woman would be tearing up from the gag reflex, but Sylvia was different. With an ecstatic expression, she tightened the muscles in her throat, beginning to massage my glans.
”Mgh, ngh… chup…”
She wasn’t breathing. She held her breath, focusing every nerve on her service deep within her throat. Her esophagus peristaltically pulsed, writhing as if trying to milk every drop of my seed. The overwhelming suction, the feeling of being completely filled by her—it shook my very sense of reason.
Minutes later.
As I reached my second climax, she gave a loud gulp, collecting every last drop into her stomach.
”Phew… ah…! The life of the Spirit King is soaking into my entire body…!”
Her mouth stained with s**men and saliva, Sylvia smiled blissfully.
A perfect cleaner.
The banquet was only just beginning.
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Summary:
The Spirit King summons Rune, a young Elf, to his bedchamber, where her overwhelming fear leads to accidental incontinence. Recognizing her trauma, he assumes a paternal role, fostering her dependency, before consuming her and forcing her to mark him with her distress. Sylvia, a devotee of the King, cleanses the remnants of the encounter from him, cementing her own subservience and desire for his essence. The interaction deepens the King’s total control over both women.
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Trivia:
Rune is thirty years old, but for an Elf, she is physically a youth.
Rune’s parents were killed and eaten by monsters in the past.
The Spirit King’s size and hardness are specifically noted as monstrous even for this world’s standards.
Sylvia, a Silver-rank adventurer, discards her armor to serve the King.
The King views the mix of urine and s**men as a mark of absolute ownership.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Spirit King – The male protagonist who acts as the sole source of mana for the Elf village ritual. He possesses limitless stamina and approaches his duties with detached efficiency.
• Rune – A shy, chestnut-haired Elf maid of 30 with high magical potential and a frail, undeveloped body that is compared to Mina regarding sexual maturity. Traumatized by her parents’ death to monsters, she is nervous, easily flustered, and currently trembles in an inner chamber wearing only a thin nightgown, struggling with her relationships and deep-seated fears.
• Sylvia – Sylvia, a voluptuous, platinum-golden haired elf adventurer with bright blue eyes, is “Crimson Lotus,” a Silver-rank warrior. Serving the Spirit King as a fanatical, devoted aide and guard, she stands by his side, observing room activities with total loyalty. Wielding a longsword and bow, she travels as Ryu’s servant, tutors John, protects Nier, and reverently guides the essence-giving protagonist.
• Serafina – A subordinate who assists in the management of the Spirit King’s household and encourages the new arrivals. She possesses a millennium of history and manages the King’s spirit power. A silver-haired Elf priestess, once a detached guardian of the World Tree, now devotedly bound to the protagonist as a handmaiden.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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