Volume 13 Chapter 1 A Woman from Another World ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Soyuu! Soyuu! Something terrible happened!” Vera cried.
Dinner was done, the bath finished. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that comes only at night, until one of my beloved slave-wives, Vera, shattered it. She forgot even to knock, bursting in breathless, rushing straight toward me.
”What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Lena and Georgia are squabbling again?” I asked.
”No! A sylph came! A message—from that elf!” she blurted.
”What!?” I shot to my feet before I realized it. Mikhail had never once reached out to me, and for him to send word so late at night could only mean something urgent.
”Ms. Vera? Sir Soyuz? What has happened?”
”What’s wrong, Master?”
”Lord?”
Lena appeared in skimpy underwear, tonight’s chosen turn. Georgia stumbled in looking drowsy, and even Ms. Mor arrived, concern softening her mature face.
”Ah, everyone… sorry to startle you,” I said, bowing my head before ushering them inside. Once they were gathered, I turned back to Vera. “So? What did Mikhail say?”
”This.”
She raised her hands, palms up. A tiny whirlwind swirled above them—and then:
”Soyuz, it’s me. Mikhail. I struck and seized one of the enemy’s compounds. But complications have arisen. I need you here, soon. You’ll find me near the forest we once visited. Ask the Tree Spirit—a Dryad—and she’ll guide you.”
The sylph dissolved from her palm.
”Hm…” I muttered.
So he had found something, crossed into the Realm of Man, and even taken one of their strongholds. But now there were problems. He had said “as soon as possible,” yet if it were desperate he’d have begged me to come instantly. Tomorrow would be soon enough.
I looked to the women. “You heard. He’s in trouble, so we’ll leave tomorrow. The forest—five days’ march at least. Ms. Mor, can you guard the house again?”
Each answered in her own way: Lena bowed, Vera huffed, Georgia barked a soft woof, Ms. Mor lowered her eyes with a throaty murmur.
Then Lena stepped forward, hand in Mor’s, bowing low. “If it pleases you… might we change tonight’s order?”
Ah, so she wanted to give her turn to Mor. Good girl—she was learning how to lead as first among them.
”Yes, that’s fine. You’re very kind, Lena. Come here.”
Her face lit up. I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair.
”Thank you for caring for Mor. I’ll reward you next time, my Lena,” I whispered, sliding a hand to her backside, slipping past her string undergarment. My fingers found her wet slit, and she shuddered with a stifled cry. Already trembling, she clung to me.
Yes, she had come undone just from that. I resisted the urge to push her down, handing her to Vera and Georgia instead. Then I turned to the panting beastwoman.
”Come, Mor.”
She whimpered sweetly, though her predator’s eyes told another story, and I welcomed her into my bed.
* * *
The Next Morning
”Then, Master… all of you… we await your safe return,” Ms. Mor said, glowing with satisfaction.
”Y-yeah… we’ll be back,” I muttered, cheeks hot.
We left, reporting first at the guild branch to the nagging bald manager, then to Lydia, my mistress, so she wouldn’t worry. After that, we set out.
Days along the familiar road brought us at last to the deep forest.
”I hear… the spirit’s voice,” Vera whispered.
The canopy above us shivered. Mikhail’s Dryad, no doubt.
”So this is our guide?” I asked.
”Yes,” she said.
The leaves swayed, pointing as if to say this way. Simple enough—we only had to follow.
”Alright then, let’s go—hm?”
My cloak was tugged. I turned. Three pairs of eyes gazed up at me, glistening.
”What is it?” I asked, though I already knew.
The three of them circled me, united in purpose, their longing plain.
”Sir Soyuz,” Lena began softly. “If you’re with that elf, you won’t use us for a while…”
”Soyuu… please spoil me now, while you can,” Vera added.
”Mmnh… Master… hold me…” Georgia whimpered.
Lena guided my hand between her thighs. Vera stroked me through my trousers. Georgia pressed to my back, breasts against me, whispering into my ear.
Three-on-one. I had no hope of resisting.
”You disobedient slave-wives,” I growled, though I pulled them close, claiming each mouth in turn.
* * *
In the rustling forest, the sound of flesh striking flesh and girls’ cries echoed shamelessly.
”Lena! Is this all you can do? Pleasure me more!” I barked.
”Yes! Forgive me, please! I’ll hold you tighter with my warmth!”
Braced against a tree, her form arched gracefully, Lena quivered as I moved within her steadily.
”Then prove it! What are you to me?” I asked, my grip firm on her hips.
”I’m yours! Lena is your devoted companion!”
When I spoke those words, her response was eager, her embrace growing even more welcoming. From our connection, a gentle moisture glistened, trickling softly with each movement. And near her,
”Mmm… your radiance is so bright… I admire it so much…”
Vera drew close, her touches gentle and admiring.
”Please… notice me too… Let me share in this…”
Georgia lay gracefully, her form inviting, her fingers tracing delicate patterns, creating a subtle, intimate display. The atmosphere was incredibly tender, almost otherworldly—a private moment I’d keep hidden.
”Ah! Lena! I’m close! Let me share everything with you!”
”Yes! Please, let it all go within me! Together, always!”
As I announced my moment, Lena’s response was a gentle rhythm, encouraging and warm.
”Ahh! Lena! Lena!”
Softly, gently, I paused, savoring the connection, the warmth enveloping me completely.
”It’s here! I’m filled with your care! I’m so grateful!”
Lena’s form trembled in harmony, her joy evident. Even then, her gentle movements continued, prolonging the shared moment.
”Mmm… that was wonderful. Thank you. You’re truly special.”
I released her gently and traced her form softly in appreciation. Then,
”Ah… thank you… ah, ah, aah…”
Lena’s form quivered again, her joy evident as she paused, embracing the lingering warmth.
Turning to Vera, whose expression was one of gentle longing, I gestured.
”Come here.”
Her face lit up with joy as she joined me.
”How can I care for you, Vera?” I asked, holding her tenderly.
”Hold me close. Let me feel your embrace completely.”
”That sounds perfect.”
I lifted her gently, her form light in my arms, her soft touches guiding me.
”I want to be close…”
She guided me tenderly, our connection soft and warm.
”Mmm… gently now.”
I moved slowly, and Vera’s welcoming embrace enveloped me softly.
”Ahhn! I care for you… so deeply…”
”I care for you too, Vera. Deeply.”
”Hehe… you’re so kind…”
She drew close, and I met her gently, our connection tender and warm as I moved softly. Beneath the gentle light filtering through the leaves, we shared a quiet moment, our bond evident. Each gentle movement was met with a soft response, her warmth inviting, her whispers a gentle melody.
”You’re so kind… I feel it growing… are you ready to share more?”
Her words were soft, her expression tender.
”Yes, I’m ready! Let me share everything with you!”
Gently, tenderly, I drew closer, her response soft and welcoming. In the end, as I paused, her expression was one of pure joy.
”It’s okay! Let it all go! I want you to feel completely cared for!”
She offered me her trust.
”Aaaah! Veraaaa!”
Softly, gently, I shared everything, her response warm and accepting. Yet Vera simply smiled, her joy evident.
”Hehe… you’ve shared so much… I’m grateful…”
Having received it all, Vera’s expression was one of peaceful contentment before she rested gently.
”Thank you for welcoming me, Vera. I care for you deeply.”
I touched her softly, then laid her gently on the soft earth.
Finally, I turned to the one who’d waited patiently.
”Apologies for the wait, Georgia. I noticed your gentle display the entire time.”
I offered her my presence.
”I’ve been waiting… for you! Please, join with me!”
She positioned herself gracefully, her eagerness evident, her form warm and inviting.
”Alright, gently now… it’s so warm!”
”Kyahn! It’s here! Finally!”
I knelt behind her, our connection tender—a position she cherished. Her unique warmth enveloped me, sending gentle waves of comfort. And yet—
”Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Is this right? Does it feel good?”
Her response was a series of gentle movements, each one tender and caring. It had to be a gesture of her affection—a heartfelt offering.
”It’s wonderful! Georgia, when did you learn to… ahh!”
”I practiced! Wanted to care for you! Practiced just for you!”
Joy filled her expression, her touches gentle, but she continued with tender devotion, her happiness evident.
Of course, with her giving so warmly, I had to respond in kind—to show her my care.
I drew close, my movements gentle, my touches soft on her delicate form. Her warmth was inviting, each moment a tender connection. I traced her gently, my touches careful and slow, even as I shared soft moments with her, my appreciation evident.
”Ahhn! So wonderful! You’re amazing!” Georgia whispered, her form trembling with joy.
I held her tenderly, our connection growing.
”Georgia! You’re so dear—I care for you deeply!” I shared.
She was special. That thought filled me as I drew closer, and she responded with equal warmth, her form welcoming, her movements gentle.
”I care for you! Please, share a tender moment with me!” she asked, her expression soft, her gestures inviting.
Of course, I couldn’t refuse. I met her gently, our connection tender and warm, as if sharing a part of ourselves.
”Ahhhn! I care for you deeply!”
In my arms, she whispered softly, her joy evident, her form responsive to each gentle movement. I held her tenderly, our connection growing. Around us, the forest whispered softly, but I was focused—only on us, our private world of warmth and care.
But even the most tender moments fade. A gentle pressure built within me, my core warming, my response growing.
”I’m close, Georgia!” I shared.
”Yes! Share it with me!” she whispered, her form welcoming, her movements gentle.
”I’m sharing! Ahhhh!”
The warmth spread, filling her, wave after wave. My form trembled with the intensity, the soft sounds filling the air as if the world itself echoed our connection.
And still, she welcomed every moment, moving with me, drawing out the last of my warmth, until I had shared everything deeply within her.
”Hah…hah…Georgia, that was incredible…thank you,” I whispered.
I rolled us onto the grass and pulled her into my arms, her slight body resting on my chest. She nuzzled me, licking my face as though to soothe me, her affection as endless as her warmth.
”Hehe…Master, you spoiled me again today…I love you,” she murmured.
”I love you too, Georgia. My precious puppy.”
”Mmnn…”
In the bright forest, beneath the restless rustle of leaves, we clung together in our little paradise.
And yet—something was wrong.
Wait. The trees. They were shaking, loudly, furiously, though no wind stirred the air. Branches thrashed as if angry, the sound rattling all around us.
Uh…could it be?
”…Hey, Vera? That Tree Spirit we ignored…don’t tell me it’s mad at us, right?” I asked, my voice wavering as I looked at her.
My sweet half-elf, the one who should’ve been able to speak with spirits, forced a strained smile.
”I…I don’t know…” she muttered, turning her gaze away.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
• Mikhail – Volodya’s brother and a guest of the guild, seeking to defeat Volodya for destroying his village.
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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