Volume 5 Chapter 9 Serena: In Front of Her Husband*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The banquet never ends.
After Rene was carried away, wearing an expression of blissfully stunned exhaustion, the next person brought into the bedchamber was a married woman named Serena.
She was a Japanese-style beauty, a rarity among Elves, with lustrous black hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. She wore a loose-fitting dress that mimicked a kimono, exuding the rich, sultry allure of a mature woman. With every step she took, her heavy, ample bosom swayed with a rhythmic, imposing weight. Even through the fabric, the sheer mass was almost violent. It was a body like a fully ripened fruit, the polar opposite of the immature Rene from before.
But this time, I was not alone.
In the corner of the room, her husband, a slender, gentle-looking man named Nils, was waiting. To take a wife in front of her husband—a derelict situation, certainly. Yet, the emotion in Nils’s eyes was not jealousy. It was a desperate, pleading gratitude, coupled with a base, irrepressible anticipation.
His own Spirit power had withered, leaving him unable to sire children. For a long-lived Elf, the inability to leave behind descendants is a despair akin to a death sentence. But was that all? My keen eyes didn’t miss the twisted heat burning deep beneath his obsequious demeanor.
”Spirit King… please, I beg of you, grant my foolish wife the gift of life,” Nils begged, his voice trembling as he pressed his forehead against the floor. “I cannot bear to let this beautiful field wither away due to my own inadequacy…!”
He was pleading with tears in his eyes to have his beloved wife taken by another man. The sheer perversity of that expression of love made my own sadistic urges thrum with pleasure.
I see. He’s the type who finds excitement in having his wife, whom he cannot satisfy himself, defiled by a superior, absolute power. Or perhaps he is simply intoxicated by the grand cause of racial survival. Either way, it works out perfectly for me.
To lawfully cuckold another man’s wife, with his full consent—could there be any greater form of domination?
”Very well,” I said, leaning back. “I shall gladly put your wife’s body to use for the sake of your race’s survival. …Hey, Nils. Stay there and watch closely. Watch the moment your wife blooms as a woman.”
”Y-yes…!” Nils cried out, his voice choked with fervor. “I will burn it into my memory…!”
I nodded magnanimously and sank deep into the sofa. Sylvia stood by my side, seemingly keeping guard—though in reality, her gaze was glued to the affair about to unfold. She, too, wanted to see how another man’s wife would fall. On her face, rather than empathy for her own kind, there was a clear joy in seeing yet another outlet for the King’s lust.
Spurred on by Nils’s bowing and his encouragement, Serena approached my crotch with hesitant steps. A thick, musky, feminine scent, like musk, wafted from her ripe, voluptuous body—an instinctive, pheromonal odor that could never have been drawn out by a lukewarm night with Nils.
”Excuse… me…” Serena murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
With trembling hands, she drew out my stiffness and brought her lips to it, blowing a hot, ragged breath. There was no trace of the amateurishness Rene had displayed. The way she cherished the tip with her lips and trailed her tongue along the underside was refined, a skill cultivated through years of marriage. But she was hesitant. She kept flicking her eyes to the corner of the room, conscious of Nils’s gaze.
How endearing. She was still struggling to maintain her mask as a chaste wife. But I had already seen through to the lustful nature hidden beneath that mask.
”Don’t hold back,” I commanded. “Nils also wants this. …Right? He’s telling you to love me even more intensely.”
When I looked his way, Nils nodded violently, his head bobbing up and down. His face was flushed, and I could see his own crotch subtly bulging. Just as I thought. He blamed his own impotence and found ecstasy in watching his wife being ravaged by a male far stronger than himself. This couple, despite seeming like a mismatch, might well be the absolute peak of codependency.
”Did you hear that?” I asked, looking down at her. “Your Nils wants to see you ravished by another male.”
”Ah, no… darling… why…!” Serena gasped, her eyes growing damp.
That expression was the most potent spice for my sadism. A chaste wife, despairing at the betrayal (as she saw it) while unable to resist her own carnal desires. It was the finest feast.
”Come here,” I said, pulling her close. “I’ll make sure Nils can see you well.”
I forced Serena onto all fours, pointing her full, rounded buttocks toward Nils. When I hiked up the hem of her kimono, her private parts, encased in black lace lingerie, were laid bare. They were already soaking wet with expectation and guilt, dripping with honey. I shoved her lingerie aside and pressed my wedge against the entrance.
”Look, Nils,” I shouted. “Your wife is already soaking, inviting me in.”
”Ah… Serena… so much…” Nils moaned from the corner.
”N-no, I’m not! This is just…!” Serena cried, trying to excuse herself.
Cutting off her protest, I thrust my hips forward in one go.
”――!!”
Squelch! A heavy sound of wet friction echoed through the room. Serena let out a voiceless shriek, her fingers digging into the sheets. The ripened flesh-walls of a married woman clung to me as if welcoming my intrusion. She was a supreme instrument, possessing both the capacity and the gripping power that a developing girl could never offer. It was hot. And it was deep. My member invaded even to the deepest, most sensitive reaches that a night with Nils could never have hoped to touch.
”Look, look at Nils,” I growled. “He’s so excited.”
”Ahhh! Don’t look…! Darling! Please, forgive me!”
Every time I slammed my hips into her, Serena’s voluptuous breasts swayed and her buttocks slapped together with a rhythmic sound. She gasped, her voice wet with both shame and pleasure, as she watched Nils. Nils stared at his wife’s depravity, utterly captivated. His beloved wife was being pierced and dominated by a male far mightier than he could ever be. That fact—the overwhelming ‘gap in male power’—was driving his twisted inferiority complex and his excitement to the absolute limit.
And Sylvia, too, was watching the scene with rapt attention. Her hand was unconsciously stroking her own crotch. The King’s overwhelming dominance. A chaste wife falling into the role of a mere female. These things were clearly stimulating her ‘instinct for servitude.’ I would have to pamper her thoroughly later.
”Ah, Serena… you are beautiful,” Nils whispered, watching intently. “That form… receiving the King’s seed… how divine…”
”No, don’t say such things!” Serena screamed, her pleasure mounting. “Ahhh! The Spirit King’s… it’s so huge… it’s reaching the very back! Deeper… deeper than yours!”
Exposed to Nils’s voyeurism, my rhythmic thrusts, and above all, the irresistible instinct of her biology, Serena’s sanity shattered with ease. The mask of the chaste wife peeled away, revealing the face of a simple ‘female’ desperate for seed. I could feel her v**inal walls writhing and clinging to me, refusing to let me go.
”What a wonderful sound,” I taunted. “A sound you could never draw from her, right, Nils?”
”Yes!” Nils sobbed in ecstasy. “It’s amazing, it’s hot, he’s churning me inside! More, give me more! Defile me!”
The exquisite spice of guilt pushed her sensitivity to new heights. The very act of being watched by Nils made her more aroused. The immorality of ‘betraying’ him caused her to reach a climax. The ‘perversion’ that had lain dormant within her was being pried wide open by me.
”Here I go, Serena!” I roared. “Bear the King’s child in front of Nils!”
”Yes, ah, come!” Serena shrieked. “Give me the Spirit King’s life! Let me be impregnated!”
Splosh!!
I thrust into the deepest part of her womb and e**culated with all my might. At that instant, she screamed Nils’s name as if it were a prayer of apology, her eyes rolling back as she reached her peak.
My member throbbed, pulsing, injecting s**men packed with an enormous amount of Mana. I felt her uterus accept my seed, ensuring implantation. My function as a potent, medicinal catalyst had forcibly fulfilled her biological purpose.
Furthermore, a strange change occurred in her body. Her breasts, still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, swelled up, and a white liquid began to seep from her n**ples.
”Ah, ah… it’s… coming out…”
Breast milk. Even though she wasn’t pregnant, the combination of extreme sexual arousal, immense mental stress, and the infusion of my Mana had forcibly rewired her body into a ‘mother.’ The white droplets fell, staining the sheets.
The white liquid flowed down her thighs. Semen from her womb, breast milk from her chest. She had become, quite literally, a ‘function’ for bearing and raising my children.
”Haa… haa… magnificent,” I muttered.
When I withdrew, Serena collapsed, completely drained of strength. Nils rushed over, embracing his wife—now covered in my s**men and milk—as if worshipping her.
”Oh, she is glowing…!” Nils cheered. “With this, our house is secure…! Thank you, Spirit King!”
Nils didn’t even try to wipe his wife clean; he pressed his cheek against her secret parts, where my seed was still trickling out, offering a prayer of gratitude. The couple wept together in joy. It was twisted, but perhaps this, too, was a form of love. Or perhaps, in the face of the absolute instinct for the preservation of one’s species, ethics are merely a trivial concern. By being inseminated by me, this couple had forged a new bond—a perverse, complicit relationship.
”…Whew. Another job done,” I said, sinking back into the sofa.
A cold sensation touched my crotch, still warm from the exertion. It was Sylvia. Unable to wait any longer, she was kneeling at my feet.
”You’ve worked hard, Spirit King,” Sylvia murmured, looking up at me. “Allow me to act as a palate cleanser.”
Sylvia opened her mouth, her face flushed with excitement. Her eyes were murky, clouded with a mix of the lust she felt for the scene she’d just witnessed and her loyalty to me. She took my member into her mouth, gently rolling it with her tongue. The contrast between the cold wine she’d been holding and the warmth of her oral cavity melted my reason into a pleasant, hazy stimulation.
To have a dedicated slave cleanse the ‘filth’ after I had ravaged another man’s wife. This immoral sense of superiority was the true privilege of a King.
”Nngh… slurrrp…”
Sylvia swallowed me deep, deep into her throat. It was just like with Rene; she held her breath, entirely devoted to accepting me into the depths of her throat. It was as if she were trying to take my very existence into her body and become one with me.
I grabbed Sylvia’s golden hair roughly and moved my hips, driving into the back of her throat. Instead of suffering, she let out a cry of joy, her throat humming with pleasure.
”Ngghh! Fghhh! Spirit King, more…! Deeper!!”
As long as I had this faithful bitch, my night would never end. The banquet, after all, had only just begun.
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Summary:
The Spirit King continues his banquet, where he takes a married Elf named Serena as his partner while her husband, Nils, watches and begs for the act to continue. Serena is pushed to a state of sexual submission, resulting in both e**culation and forced lactation, further binding the couple in a twisted dynamic. Sylvia then services the Spirit King to cleanse the aftermath as the night continues.
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Trivia:
Nils possesses no spirit power and cannot sire children, leading to his desperation.
Serena is described as having a Japanese-style appearance, which is noted as a rarity among Elves.
Sylvia demonstrates a submissive ‘slave’ instinct triggered by the sight of the King’s dominance.
The Spirit King’s s**men is noted to contain enormous amounts of Mana (Elements), which acts as a powerful catalyst.
The act of forced lactation is triggered by sexual climax and the King’s Mana.
Notes:
• Serena – A Japanese-style beauty and Elf with lustrous black hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. She wears a loose-fitting kimono-style dress and possesses a ripened, voluptuous body.
• Rene – A woman who appears earlier in the banquet and is carried away in a state of blissfully stunned exhaustion.
• 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.
• Nils – A slender, gentle-looking man and the husband of Serena. His spirit power has withered, leaving him unable to sire children.
• 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.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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