Volume 7 Chapter 7 Sharing Life With A Beastwoman Mature Woman Part ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ms. Mor had an almost tragic expression as she looked up at me.
She wanted to save her daughter, no matter what. She’d do anything to achieve that.
Her eyes conveyed her determination.
If that’s the case, I have to respond in kind.
”Well then, Ms. Mor,” I said gently. “As you experienced yesterday, I have a magic that heals people using my bodily fluids… but…”
”Yes?” she prompted, eyes wide.
”…the true power of this magic is within my semen. In other words…”
She cut in with a mix of surprise and delight, “…you’d be able to heal your body by receiving my seed, right?”
”Well, to put it bluntly, yes,” I admitted, scratching the back of my neck. “Er… do you… dislike the idea? It’s semen, after all? What I’m saying is, I’m asking you to… you know…”
She answered with a bittersweet smile.
”As I mentioned earlier, I’ve lived as a comfort woman in the village. For many years. And if the prospect of healing my body is enough to make me joyful, I certainly won’t hate the idea… but rather…”
“Comfort woman” here refers to a woman providing intimate services, often under difficult circumstances—similar to historical or fantasy contexts.
”Rather what?” I asked, curious.
”…is it okay with you? Me, a withered bestial woman…”
She blushed deeply, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
She was Georgia’s mother, indeed. I wasn’t too familiar with the beastfolk culture, but by the standards of my race, she’d probably be in her mid-thirties.
But she didn’t look it at all.
Of course, it was probably because of the medicine that she’d become painfully thin, so she didn’t exude the charm she once had.
Even so, I found her quite attractive.
So I answered honestly.
”To me, Ms. Mor, you’re very charming. If anything, I’d consider it an honor to be with you.”
She smiled a little at my lighthearted remark, then spoke softly.
”Then please, allow me to rely on your abilities.”
She bowed deeply and began taking off her clothes.
”I’ll help you, Ms. Mor… and Georgia, too,” I said firmly as I nodded and shed my own clothes.
* * *
”Sir Soyuz, may we wait here in this room?” Lena asked sharply, her voice catching me off guard and sending a cold sweat down my spine.
”We know it’s probably unnecessary for Sir Soyuz… but just in case of emergencies,” she added cautiously.
”…if that person does anything bad, we’ll stop them immediately,” Vera finished firmly.
”Thank you, both of you,” I said warmly, acknowledging their concern. “It’s heartwarming that you’d offer to help, and you can stay here if you like, but there’s really no need to worry.”
”Ms. Mor, I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Please do not take offense,” I said respectfully.
”No… I think nothing of it,” she replied with a gentle smile befitting her age, lying on the bed above me. “But above all, I have never known anyone so loved by their slave. In that regard alone, I hold you in high esteem.”
”Then, allow me to formally say it once more. Ms. Mor, please accept my life,” I declared.
”I humbly receive it,” she answered solemnly.
”In that case… please excuse me,” Ms. Mor said, bowing deeply as she brought her face close.
”How dignified…” she murmured admiringly, running her tongue along the base with delicate care.
”Aah?!” I gasped softly at the gentle touch.
”Just this small taste has warmed my body… I apologize for being so unladylike,” she said with a slight blush before opening her mouth wide to take me fully inside.
”What… what is this?!” I exclaimed, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation.
”Hnn…” she breathed quietly, her tongue exploring with practiced skill.
”Aah…!” I cried out at the unexpected touch of her hair as she gathered it into a bundle to gently stroke me.
”A technique like that!” Lena exclaimed from beside the bed.
”I’m coming! I’m going to come!” I warned helplessly, caught off guard by the sudden rush.
”It’s incredible…” I murmured through my climax, tears pricking my eyes.
”Hnn, hnn…” Ms. Mor swallowed carefully, trembling gently as she held me close, allowing me to finish.
* * *
Then, Ms. Mor bowed deeply again after releasing me, tears welling in her eyes as she raised her head, cheeks flushed.
”The moment I felt your touch, it was as if a great weight was lifted from me. I can’t find words to thank you for using such a miraculous technique on someone like me.”
Her skin, once pale and drawn, now glowed with a fresh, healthy color.
”Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. So, about what lies ahead…”
I hesitated briefly, but Ms. Mor nodded slightly and bowed her head again.
”If, by some chance… you could accept this old, withered body of mine… please, have mercy.”
Her words echoed something Lena once said when we first met, and they irked me a little. Closing the gap between us, I held her firmly and looked into her eyes.
”Don’t say that. I’m the one who’s changed because I want you so much.”
With a teasing smile, I touched her side gently, a sensation that brought a warmth I hadn’t expected. She looked at me, eyes wide, then wrapped her hands around me softly.
”I’m sorry for my rude words… Please, do as you wish with me.”
I silenced her with a kiss, taking her lips gently. Her tongue met mine in a slow, lingering dance, more intimate than I had anticipated. That made me want to explore further.
I let my hands roam to her chest, feeling the softness beneath my fingers. She gave a low, satisfied sigh. Encouraged, I moved lower, to the smooth curve between her legs. She was already responding, warmth evident in her expression.
As I traced gentle patterns, Mor made quiet, contented sounds, her breath catching now and then. After sharing a long, tender kiss, we parted.
”Kissing someone like me, past my prime, and being so gentle… is this what love truly feels like?” she murmured, cheeks pink.
Thinking of her past, I carefully helped her lie back on the bed.
”I hate it when it’s not mutual. I want you to feel pleasure too, Mor.”
I moved closer, to where she needed me most.
”S-such things…” she breathed, surprised.
I parted her gently, finding her already warm and ready. A soft touch brought a sweet reaction, and she gave a shy, pleased sound.
Her openness was both tender and enticing—mature, yet full of quiet desire. It fascinated me.
”This is where Georgia came from, isn’t it?” I whispered.
With gentle hands, I revealed her trembling, eager warmth. She hesitated briefly, her voice low and a little vulnerable.
”Please, don’t say such things…”
Her quiet sigh only drew me closer.
I kissed her tenderly, feeling her respond with increasing shivers of pleasure. Perhaps no one had ever shown her such care before. As I continued, she trembled, shyness blending with delight.
She returned the gesture with delicate touches of her own, fingers exploring softly, always careful, always reverent.
Suddenly, she tightened her embrace, drawing me in close.
The intensity of her response overwhelmed us both, and she gasped quietly, caught in waves of sensation.
Her reactions only made me more determined to please her, as she moved with growing passion and abandon.
”Look, Vera… the master we admire is so kind and passionate, able to bring pleasure to a woman like this,” she whispered softly.
”Yeah… that’s really something,” Vera replied.
Eventually, I was released from Mor’s hold and lifted my head.
Turning toward Lena and Vera, I noticed Lena watching us intently, her fingers moving unconsciously. Vera, meanwhile, was lost in her own quiet pleasure, her hand tucked beneath her skirt.
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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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