Volume 4 Chapter 16 The Secret of Rejuvenation ② ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”R-really… here? You want me to do this here?” Aliona whispered, frozen before the ornate bathroom door, its surface glowing under the orange light of the crystal lamps.
Priscilla’s villa had clearly not been designed for a solitary resident; the bathrooms were divided by gender. Inside the women’s side, rows of small enclosed stalls waited, each fitted with a pristine white fixture set into a cemented base.
Aliona and Kian stood at the entrance to the first stall. The toilet was unlike the simpler fixtures of the western nations—this one designed for sitting, with water constantly streaming below, a risk for any unaccompanied child.
Wrapped in a white toga, Aliona shifted uneasily, folding her arms beneath her full chest. Women’s togas were nothing but wide cloth wound around the body, pinned with gold fasteners—easy to come undone. Though tradition dictated no underwear, Aliona wore black beastman-made panties beneath, something she would never confess to Kian. The thought of going without made her feel too exposed, too vulnerable to odors and leaks.
Only just now had she realized those black lines showed through the toga’s drape, clinging against her curves, pressing into her backside. And now, before his eyes, she was expected to lift her skirt and relieve herself? She fidgeted, mortified, until the reflection of her own hips caught her gaze.
”What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to pee?” he asked.
”I—I need to… but not while you’re watching.”
She toyed with the ends of her wavy golden hair. “Please, leave me. I’ll make it up to you later… I’ll serve you in bed as much as you like.”
Silence.
”Wait—I’ll even wash your c*ck afterward! Then we can bathe together, yes?”
”Just do it already. Can’t you see how much I’m aching?”
She looked—and her breath caught. The fabric at his crotch bulged with a thick, defiant shape, straining higher than before, now pressed nearly to his navel.
”Come on. Hurry.”
He pushed her inside. When she turned back, the muscular youth blocked the doorway with his arms braced above the stall, trapping her completely. His grin was lewd, his eyes burning with a hunger that offered no escape.
Resignation washed through her. She could not hold it forever; better to yield before she disgraced herself by wetting her clothes. Even so, shame clawed at her pride. That I—once adviser to Pepin II—should suffer such degradation… Yet beneath her defiance, a strange thrill flickered through her body. No. Just the pressure. Nothing more.
She avoided his gaze, lifted the lid, and set it on the raised stone floor behind. Beyond it sat a large water jar, brimming.
Bending forward, she reached beneath her skirt. The toga ended just above her knees, sliding higher as she leaned down. She pressed her thighs together, working the tight cloth down, grimacing at how the fabric bit into her flesh. Only after tugging at the ribbon ties did it slacken with a soft hiss of release, slipping down her thighs.
”You’re just going to sit and pee like that?” he asked.
”How else am I supposed to?”
”But if you sit, I can’t see anything. The skirt hides everything.”
”Th-then don’t watch!”
”Unacceptable. In that case… shall I hold you on my lap like a child?”
Her face burned. “You can’t be serious! Lift me like a little girl squatting to pee!?”
”Don’t want to?” he teased.
”Of course not!”
Forcing her mind to focus, Aliona climbed onto the raised stone flanking the toilet, squatting low as if outdoors in some wild field. She gathered her skirt high around her waist, baring everything.
”Magnificent…”
His gaze pierced her. Her golden-trimmed s*x was fully exposed; she cursed herself for the meticulous grooming that now betrayed her, pink folds laid bare.
”That you’d make me strip like this,” she muttered bitterly.
But her body rebelled against her will—nerves tightening, muscles twitching, too shy to release. Instead she shifted in agitation, her backside flexing, her slit contracting with every futile attempt. The display only deepened her shame.
”Even when you wore that sister’s garb,” he said, stepping inside and shutting the door, “your ass was too much. Thick, heavy, jiggling. That day I saw you lying on your stomach, the lines of your panties showing through? That big elven ass, the way the fabric dug in, the extra flesh bulging—it drove me insane. I pleasured myself to the memory more times than I can count.”
Aliona glared up, voice tight. “Forgive me… for my disgraceful ass.”
”No, no,” he said. “That much soft flesh only makes you more tempting. Like it’s exuding a thick, womanly scent. Compared to a tight ass, yours just begs to be filled.”
”…ah, i-it’s coming out… ngh, f-f, fu…”
She closed her eyes. Her golden brows, usually curved in a gentle arc, drew upward. With her eyes shut, the soft sweetness of her face hardened into a sharper, striking beauty.
She pressed a hand just above her mound to steady herself. The layer of fat shifted under her palm, tilting her urethra downward.
”Ah…!”
A sharp hiss, then a heavy gush.
”Ahh… nnnh…”
The flood roared, splattering into the bowl beneath. Her bladder, too long restrained, emptied itself in a merciless stream. She wished the sound were softer, more discreet, but the torrent rang out loudly in the cramped room.
Squatting over the toilet, Aliona could not hide herself. She kept her palm low, trying to angle her s*x downward so droplets wouldn’t spray, but the boy’s eyes never left her.
The trimmed gold curls around her mound framed pink lips, drawn open slightly by the pressure of her hand. Her cl*toris peeked from its hood, urethra and opening both exposed. The urine that gushed was pale, almost white. A thick arc shot diagonally down into the bowl.
(Oh no! It must smell strong…)
Heat flared across her cheeks as she met his intent stare. She had been indulging too much in seafood since arriving here, and the briny smell now betrayed her.
The stream sputtered, splashed, sprayed.
”Nnnh… ahhh… fff, haa…”
At last the long relief tapered off. The arc weakened, falling lower, until it dwindled to droplets tangled in her golden curls, some even clinging to the hair toward her backside.
”So that’s how it stops, huh? Then if you shaved it all bare, wouldn’t it spray everywhere?” he asked.
”I don’t know!” she snapped, voice edged with fury.
(What a filthy boy. And me—why didn’t I drive him out? Why did I let him watch until the end?)
With a flick of magic, she summoned water from her palm, rinsing her damp s*x. Normally she would have just wiped and been done, but with his gaze fixed on her, she wanted every trace washed away. Finished, she picked up moss stacked beside the jug, blotting herself before dropping the soiled wad into the toilet.
”Are you satisfied now? If so, let’s leave.”
”Wait.”
”Ah!”
The moment she closed the lid, he caught her from behind. His hardness pressed insistently against the swell of her skirted ass.
Her underwear had only been yanked back up, ribbons still untied. Only the volume of her ass held it in place. She feared it might slip at any moment, yet his bold hand cupped her entirely, kneading without restraint.
”Ah—no! Not here, not in the toilet!” she cried, pushing at the rough hand sliding forward. But his arm was immovable, the feel of corded strength pressing against her softness until her body shivered despite her pride.
Flushed, brows arched, she scolded like a mother with a disobedient child. “No! If you want that, then we both must be clean first. You’ve just come from training—you reek of sweat. We’ll go to the bath.”
”After all this? You’d make me wait? Feel it—my manhood is a raging fang. Here, your hand on it.”
”What—!?”
”Ahh, Ms. Aliona’s lovely hand gripping my filthy magic sword! I can’t… if I try to walk to the bath, I’ll explode before we get there. I’ll splatter Ms. Priscilla’s villa walls with seed!”
”What!? But… it’s true, isn’t it? Kian, humans do produce… an incredible amount.”
”Gods, your scent drives me mad.” He pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling hard.
”Ah—stop…!” Her brows knit at the ticklish sensation. She hadn’t worn perfume since before bed. Only the faint remnants of clove and mint might have lingered, yet he was burying himself in her raw scent.
”Your hair, so silky… mmmh. The smell of a real woman…”
”You—you’re rambling. Ahh!”
His hard hands shoved her slight body against the wall, crushing her slender frame beneath him. She gasped at the pressure, lips immediately seized.
”Mmmph—”
Though tall for a high elf, she was nothing compared to the youth who had been growing monstrously since spring. He enveloped her, a predator consuming its prey. Her sandals clacked helplessly against the floor as she flailed.
His mouth devoured hers with monstrous lungpower. Her green eyes widened, caught by his black stare—eyes intent, unyielding.
Instinct told her she was prey.
”Mm—mhh, puhah! S-stop—don’t squeeze me so hard! Nnnngh!”
His brown fingers dug into her ass, molding her flesh like clay. Through the toga, the dark line of her panties and the pale roundness beneath showed clear, his grip leaving it more distinct.
”Ahhh—stop that! Aaaahhh!” she cried.
He kneaded until her skirt stretched taut, her panty line traced by his roaming fingers.
”Your mouth smells of wine and squid,” he said.
”What? Oh no—sorry!” she gasped.
”No. I wanted that. I served you squid just for this.”
His words dripped with pure perversion. He wanted to inhale the musky body-odor of a woman he had just used, even to the point of orchestrating her meals for it. She felt a sticky, stalker-like obsession in him.
(Oh, under the skirt—)
A hand slipped in without hesitation. Aliona stiffened as he brushed the line of her thigh, then crept inward. She clamped her legs together, but he moved with fighter’s precision, gently parting her resistance. Here his prowess showed—Aliona was a magician, not a warrior, and once he came this close, she was helpless.
His touch pressed where she was most vulnerable, only the thin fabric of her underclothes in the way. A kiss, a firm grasp of her waist—and already her body betrayed her, warmth rising unbidden. His fingers traced steadily, unrelenting.
”Mmnn…”
Aliona liked these strong, sure hands.
In the four months since he had begun protecting her, they had shared a bed many times. She remembered the way those hands kindled fire along her skin, how they could make her breathless with the lightest of circles.
And of course—deeper, too.
”Ahhn!”
The first time had frightened her, but over time his closeness brought only comfort and longing. What once had been sharp now carried only waves of pleasure. Her body had learned his rhythm.
(So firm, so certain…)
”Mm—nn, hnn, ahh…”
With only a single touch, her strength waned. Her mind told her to resist, but her body melted in his arms.
”Ahh—nn—mnn—hahh…”
Her golden hair tumbled loose as she pressed her brow against his chest. Her lips parted, soft and trembling. With each caress, her knees bent, her stance giving way.
She clutched his shirt as though pleading, breathing in the familiar scent of him, thrilling and grounding all at once.
”Ms. Aliona, you like it when I linger here, don’t you?” he whispered, his usual seriousness softened into teasing warmth.
Shame burned her cheeks—being toyed with by a boy far younger than she. She turned her face away, sulky.
”Hey,” he pressed.
Her breath caught, her resistance faltered.
”Eek!?”
”Right here. You love it, don’t you?”
”Nn—ahh—hahhh♡ y-yes—nooo♡ I can’t, I can’t♡”
”It’s not ‘can’t.’ Look at you, responding so deeply. Every part of you is alive with feeling.”
”Ahhhhhhh!”
His hand was relentless, guiding her every reaction. Aliona twisted, trying to resist, but he held her steady, pressing her close. She couldn’t move.
His other hand tilted her chin, drawing her lips into another kiss.
”Mmhhhnn♡ mmmnnn♡”
(He knows exactly where to touch…♡)
Their mouths met again and again, foreheads pressed close, faces drowned in need.
”Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured.
”Yes—yes! It feels so good♡” she cried, her voice desperate, stripped of age and dignity.
As if rewarding her honesty, his touch grew more insistent. She gasped, undone by the flood of sensation.
”Ahhhhhh♡♡”
Her body tensed, then released. Her mind burst into light, every nerve alight with pleasure she could no longer deny.
Tears gathered in her almond eyes as she gasped for breath, clutching to him as though he alone held her together.
”Hahhh♡ hahhh—hhhnnn♡”
Her convulsions slowly eased, leaving only the blissful glow of aftershock.
”…you,” she whispered faintly, “I want you. Please…”
He laughed softly. “For Ms. Aliona to beg like this—now I’m burning up.”
With a shift, her skirts slid lower. His desire was no secret, his strength undeniable.
(Ohhh—)
So overwhelming… Whether from the moment, or her own surrender, she trembled at the sight of him.
Her body still throbbed, restless. Even after such release, she longed for more.
”Isn’t it… more than usual?” she asked, turning her face away, ashamed of staring too long.
He lifted her thigh, guiding her body into his hold. From her lips came a soft cry of protest, but it was too late—she had already yielded.
”I’m only moved because of you,” he said with a smile.
”Wha—wait! I’ve told you before, I don’t think that way!” she snapped, flustered.
”Neither do I,” he replied lightly, though his focus never wavered. His warmth pressed against her, teasing at the threshold of her body.
”Haaah♡ haaah♡” She panted, her breath trembling as she waited to be filled.
”Just from this, I can feel your whole body respond,” he teased.
”Mmnnnh—” she whimpered.
”Does it feel that good, just here?”
”Hurry,” she whispered, unable to stop herself. “Please, hurry…”
He chuckled. “Didn’t you once say you’d let me have all of you, if I pressed hard enough?”
Her eyes flew wide at his shameless words.
”Never! That’s impossible!”
”Maybe,” he said, amused. “But even so, I’d enjoy every moment.”
Before she could protest further, he pressed forward.
A broken moan ripped from her throat.
He pushed in slowly, unrelenting, until he was fully within her.
”Unhh, nnngh, ohhhnn♡”
”That face—too beautiful. Makes me want to tease you forever,” he whispered.
”Nooo♡ deeper♡ all the way♡”
Her body arched against his, overcome.
With her leg hooked over him, he pressed deeper still, until there was no space left between them.
”Haa…♡ hhhah…♡ ahh♡”
”You were sulky a moment ago, but now—held full to the core, you welcome me completely.”
(So much…♡ he fills me completely♡)
She felt the throb of his heartbeat inside her, forcing her to open and accept him.
”Haaa♡ haaah♡ ahhh♡”
Her whole form shuddered beneath him, her lips trembling, her heart racing wildly. Every movement carried her higher, leaving her powerless to resist.
”Then, I’ll move.”
Each motion drew sounds from her lips, unrestrained, unashamed. She clung to him, unable to hide how deeply he shook her.
Her body burned, her mind blurred, but his hand brushed her hair back with tender care, tucking it behind her ear as he pressed his forehead to hers. Aliona gazed up at him submissively, teetering at the edge of release.
”Unhh♡ I’m so close♡ I’m—”
”No. Hold it. More.”
”Can’t—♡ it feels too good♡ too much♡”
Sweat slicked their bodies, heat building between them. His relentless drive shattered her elven composure, making her sob with helpless pleasure.
Aliona bit down on her lip, her breath spilling raggedly. Her golden brows arched, her shoulders shook, the rising wave within her tightening, demanding release.
”Mmhhff♡”
His hand caught her jaw, his mouth pressing firmly over hers. Her chest crushed against his, pinned, as he held her fast, driving her higher and higher. Every movement branded her, every motion claiming her.
(Ahhhhhh♡)
”Mmmnnnnnnghhh♡♡♡”
She broke apart—helpless, overcome.
The climax consumed her, wave after wave, far beyond reason, leaving her shaking in his arms. It was fierce, unyielding, as if to say: *you are mine, no one else will ever make you feel this way.*
”…ahh…♡ nnnhhh…♡”
”Fuuuuh…”
He finally eased, chest heaving. Beneath him, Aliona trembled like a fragile creature caught in his hold, her body quivering, breath unsteady.
”Aaahhnnn♡♡”
When at last he pulled away, she collapsed against him, hips sinking, golden hair clinging to her damp face, her whole body slack with exhaustion.
”…♡♡”
”Well,” he said lightly, brushing his hair back with a grin, “I may have overdone it.”
Even now, the fire of his desire had not dimmed, but she could barely lift her head.
*Too strong… I’ll never best this boy…* ♡
”Shall we bathe, Ms. Aliona? You wanted a bath, didn’t you?”
”Haaah, haaah… y-yes…”
”Then let’s go. You’ll stay by my side, won’t you?”
His presence loomed over her, undeniable, powerful, yet he offered his hand gently.
”Well, Ms. Aliona?”
”Y-yes♡”
Her body still ached, but her spirit burned with lingering warmth. He helped her rise, and arm in arm, like secret lovers, the two left the shadowed stall, still cloaked in the remnants of their passion.
Notes:
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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