Volume 6 Chapter 69 Will You Marry Elna Too？◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was a world wrapped in white mist.
In front of him stood a fog-covered door.
A red magic stone rotated in place, and heat drifted out in waves of steam.
It was like a glimpse of the future inside nature. A carpet lay across the stone path, as if guiding him through the wild landscape.
”Sir Klock. Aren’t you going to change?”
A blonde girl tilted her head.
Even though she already knew men, she still acted as if she were innocent.
Showing her bare body without shame, she looked up at Klock with wide eyes.
Yes, this was the bath.
A good inn they had rented with plenty of coin. The room came with a fine bath, made so even Beastkin could use it easily. The quality was so high that it was strange this wasn’t a bathhouse.
”Hey, hey. Then, should Meina change you instead?”
Before he could answer, she leapt at him.
She forced his arms up, stripping away his inner shirt. With her hands on his waist, she pulled at his bottoms. He held back his embarrassment, and let her take them.
”…Hhh.”
She said nothing, only smiled with a teasing curve of her lips.
Faced with his already standing ck, she dropped to her knees. She leaned in close, close enough that her breath brushed it, sniffing softly. Her tongue flicked out, never quite touching, only hovering at the edge. She looked up at him as if inviting him to push forward.
If he thrust now, it would slip right into her mouth.
That was the silent invitation.
”We’re going to the bath. Come on, stand up.”
But Klock only waved her off.
For a moment her face went blank. Then she puffed her cheeks, displeased.
The girl had made the first move, but the man had refused.
That was boring. It would leave her frustrated the whole day.
She turned away and headed toward the bath, tail raised.
It was too sweet a scene. No man with a hard c**k would ignore a naked girl.
As soon as she showed her back, he grabbed her from behind.
A sharp gasp escaped her.
Just before touching the door, she was pressed against the wall.
It was forceful, but not cruel. He pushed her in a way that pinned her, yet never hurt her.
She shivered at the pressure against her backside.
Feeling what touched her, she immediately understood and pushed her hips back.
Another muffled cry slipped out.
Her voice was soft and pleading.
She pressed her hands to the wall, arched her waist, and glanced back with heated eyes.
She wrapped her tail around his arm, a sign of trust and acceptance.
”You’re so tight.”
He exhaled deeply at the feel of her p*.
Since she had looked eager from the start, he skipped foreplay and pushed inside her from behind.
He drove forward, her soft rear bouncing back.
Her slim body, trained from constant movement, carried extra flesh only in these places. Her tight walls squeezed as if to pull him in.
”Elna will see us…!”
Her whole body shook as she strained against the wall.
He covered her mouth with his hand, stealing her words, and thrust his hips harder.
He held her slender frame close.
Her warm body trembled around his ck, clenching and rippling inside.
Sweat covered them both, heat filling the air between them.
Even before the bath, it felt like bathing.
Her body was a steaming bathhouse of flesh, melting him inside.
”Meina. You haven’t been with another man, have you?”
”…Only you, Sir Klock.”
It was a needless question.
He never doubted her. He only wanted to remind her who she belonged to.
”No matter what other men try, don’t look at them. Every man but me would use you and toss you aside. Only I’ll keep you safe.”
”Yes. Meina belongs to Sir Klock. Always, only you.”
Driving deeper, he pressed their bond into her.
She turned to kiss him, lifting her leg to hold him close.
Relationships fade over time.
Sorrow, anger, even love rust if left alone.
To keep them, you had to polish them, again and again. Eternal love wasn’t given—it was effort.
That meant never neglecting her.
Two gears, always needing oil. To stay together, they had to remind each other of their need.
As he thought so, a muffled cry came from her lips as he held her tight, moving inside her until he finished.
He came without asking, spilling inside her, marking her as his.
As fot her, she clung to him, feeling every pulse, but said nothing—only accepted him, trembling and sweating as she gave herself over.
Now, her kiss was urgent, needy.
It wasn’t the soft kiss of a shy girl. It was fierce, desperate, as if she wanted to outshine every other woman. Their mouths locked, tongues tangled, breath hot against their faces.
Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Sir Klock… it’s so much…”
Her legs weakened, and he lifted her. Slowly lowering to the floor, he laid her down gently, still joined.
He didn’t pull out, determined to fill her completely.
Then the door banged open.
”What are you doing! We came here to bathe! Why are you fooling around without me, you idiot!”
Elna stood with her hands on her hips, chest rising and falling.
Slim, yet with curves in all the right places, her wet skin gleamed.
”Sorry, sorry. I’ll come right now.”
”Oh, you’ll ‘come’ right now? Just get in the bath already!”
Her pale skin dripped with water. She had bathed first, and now pulled him away, his c**k slipping out. What remained spilled onto Meina, painting her inside and out.
* * *
”You’re such a naughty one, Sir Klock.”
Eyes half-lidded, heart-shaped gleam in them, Meina hummed happily as she washed.
Klock scrubbed her back with care, hands moving steadily.
”Be gentle! If you slack off, you’ll regret it later!”
He lathered her slender back with soap, her tail coiled neatly to stay out of the way.
The scene reminded him of the time a knight girl had made him do the same.
She was so delicate, so white.
Younger than Meina, yet her breasts overflowed, and her round hips promised ripeness beyond her years.
Once, she had likely been slender for her age.
She had grown so much, so quickly.
And all of this from just a small vial of liquid. It made Klock realize how dangerously strong the roper poison truly was.
When he finished covering her back in foam, he lifted her arms and slowly rubbed along them.
She had only asked him to wash her back, but she gave no complaint as he moved further.
He kneaded her hands, then slid forward to her stomach. Starting from the center, he brushed upward, feeling each rib beneath his fingers until he reached her chest. Even when he touched her breasts, she said nothing. As he caressed the soft mounds through the lather, a strained breath escaped her.
”…Kuro.”
He did exactly what she asked, very carefully. When he finished, she was already shaking. Her eyes looked happy and loving, and she turned to him with a warm, intense look.
He couldn’t stop now. He helped her stand and moved his hands to her lower body. His fingers gently touched her soft hips, rubbing them slowly, as if feeling their shape. It seemed more like a loving touch than just cleaning. Since she didn’t stop him, he kept going.
He massaged her legs like a careful rubdown, until only the last place remained.
Encouraging her to spread her thighs a little, he slid his hand over the most private part of the noble princess.
A sharp gasp rang in the steamy bath.
She leaned back against him, pressing her soft hips against his body.
Her breath came heavy, broken, each exhale quivering.
As his lathered hand rubbed over her, her body twitched with spasms.
The closeness of being washed by bare hands sent her into a dizzying rush.
His fingers brushed a small hardened point, teasing it with gentle circles. She leaned her weight against him, desperate for release.
”Kuro… please… help me…”
Tears pooled as she turned to beg.
Her hand groped until it closed around his throbbing c**k, stroking it clumsily.
She was suffering under the fire burning inside, and he thought it too cruel to tease her further.
So, he picked her up and carried her to the edge of the tub.
She hurried to scoop warm water over herself, rinsing away the soap. When her body gleamed again, her breasts pointed sharply forward, hardened and flushed.
She was very excited. Could someone so young really feel this way? The thought crossed his mind, but he quickly ignored it. He gently pushed her down where she stood, holding her under him.
She was like a princess. First, he kissed her. Their lips touched. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she responded slowly. Instead, she placed her hand on him, guiding him closer. She held him firmly, pulling him toward her. He followed her lead, moving closer to her.
His length sank into a tight, wet warmth.
He entered his second cat-girl partner.
Like Meina, Elna’s body was honed by constant motion. Her p* clamped down with shocking strength. Release threatened at once, and he fought to endure it.
She was soft, her skin smelled of soap, and she clutched him so snugly that it was dizzying.
Even as he kissed her, her tongue twined with his, answering in rhythm.
Just by being inside, her body rippled and squeezed around him.
Her breathing grew faster, her frame wriggling as if to scatter the heat, locking her legs around him to keep him close.
A thief held down by the princess of a great country.
As this thought, he lifted his hips, then drove down hard, claiming her.
Her fluids squelched, her flesh spreading open as he plunged to her depths.
”Kuro… harder, tighter…!” she gasped.
From the start he pounded without restraint.
His thrusts were rough, wet slaps echoing.
Even so young, she was already beautiful, her breasts full and round.
She was a princess, the highest of women.
If he was inside her, then he had every right to lose himself.
He thought—showing her that she was too alluring to hold back was the truest praise he could give.
Her muffled cries grew sharper as he pressed her down.
He pinned her delicate body to the floor, making sure she knew she belonged to him.
When he looked down, she stuck out her tongue.
He seized her lips, sucking hard, while she returned it eagerly. She seemed to understand how to offer herself when pinned under a man’s weight.
”Kuro… do you want to finish inside?”
Her words spilled out softly.
”If you want to make a baby with Elna… then it’s okay.”
His release surged without warning, driven by her whisper.
Too late to think—she locked her legs around him, holding him inside as the wave hit.
His c**k throbbed, and hot seed burst deep into the princess’s womb.
She clung tightly to his back, her voice breaking.
The flood of life poured into her belly, pounding her insides.
Drool dripped from her lips, tears welled, and muffled cries escaped her covered mouth.
The fierce release drove her over the edge.
Her body arched and shook beneath him, spasms running down her spine.
Her tight walls writhed around him, sucking at his tip, clinging to every pulse.
She convulsed again, and he held her down, kissing her lips, forcing their mouths together like lovers.
He had claimed a princess.
He had spilled inside her, made her peak, and conquered her completely.
Even as his pulse slowed, he stayed buried, their mouths still locked, while her body trembled and held onto every drop.
* * *
”Ugh, it’s so hot.”
”My head feels fuzzy.”
”If you start to faint, tell me right away.”
With a splash, the three of them finally sank into the bath.
On both sides of Klock, the cat-girls clung to his arms. Towels rested on their heads, tails swayed lazily above the water.
Here, even Beastkin could enter easily.
The water was shallow, reaching only to the stomach when sitting, but leaning back on the rocks let them soak. The three relaxed together, side by side.
”Kuro.”
”Yeah? What is it?”
Both girls clung to him, leaning up against his arms.
Their hips rose above the water, bare skin in full view. The sight made him remember where he had just poured himself, and desire stirred again.
”If the Hero forgives it… will you marry Elna too?”
The heavy question came suddenly. Beside him, she smiled softly.
When she had learned of Cianie, her reaction had been too calm to read. But now, it seemed she had found her own solution.
”If someone says you belong to the Hero, I can’t fight that.
When I learned Kuro had another woman, I honestly wanted to cry. But stealing you away from the Hero would be too much. Still, you took Elna’s first time. I want you to take responsibility. So I think this is the best way.”
He nodded inwardly.
He had thought she might rage, or cry out in despair.
But Elna was more calm and mature than he had expected.
She was a willful, spoiled princess—but that was only one side of her.
”…Well, if she allows it, I don’t mind.”
”Really? Then it’s decided! But, but—you have to spoil me in a big house, or I won’t accept it!”
He ruffled her hair with a smile.
So the days of treating her as a slave were over.
Relieved, he exhaled—yet unease crept into his thoughts.
Marriage was a thorny path. And most of the danger was his.
If things went on with both Elna and Cianie, then he would be the one at risk.
What words might Cianie say to him? The thought alone made his back prickle.
”…Sir Klock. What about Mī?”
”Oh, of course. Meina is my girl too. From now on, let’s all stay close.”
”Kuro! Don’t mess up my hair! Geez, boys never understand these things! If you think Elna is cute, then treat her more gently!”
Both girls stared at him with flat eyes from either side.
Finding it troublesome, he simply pulled them into a hug and grabbed their lively, curvy hips.
They were soft to the touch. Elna’s was a little larger and more yielding, while Meina’s was firm and tight. Either way, pressed from behind, both would give the perfect resistance.
”Mm… Sir Klock, you’re getting hard again. Do you want to be with Mī? You want to do it so much that my belly will get bigger, right?”
”Elna is strong and capable, so it’s certain we’ll have a big family! One day we’ll let the children handle the housework, while we spend our days together in comfort!”
As expected of Beastkin—their recognition of mating was that it was always for making children.
Not like Human men, who often only thought of it as a way to vent their desire.
After a while, they shared more small talk, then the three of them left the bath.
Back in their room, they each took some time to relax.
But as night deepened, and he tried to settle for a nap before midnight, the girls pressed close with sweet demands.
He told himself he needed to be prepared—but under their soft attacks for affection, his resolve broke.
He stripped them down and pressed them beneath him.
When he thrust into them to claim them, they cried out with muffled mews.
He pinned the white cat under him, while holding the golden cat from behind, the bed creaking again and again through the long night.
Their entangled play lasted until midnight.
By the time he realized, his back was aching.
Klock couldn’t help but regret it just a little, wondering what exactly he was doing.
* * *
”Yo. I’ve been waiting for you, hostess.”
Moonlight shone on the grassy plain.
Near the outer walls of Fwavlotz, where the port lights still reached, Klock faced them.
”…Nnya. This is unexpected. Did you know Mya would come? If you knew, then why didn’t you run?”
”Because I wanted to talk with you, hostess. If there’s a way we can both gain something, shouldn’t we choose that instead?”
The striped tiger-girl narrowed her eyes.
The man stood lightly dressed as always, keeping his distance from the two cat-girls.
By showing complete openness, he stepped forward into negotiation. Seeing his stance, Irina—sister of the Emperor of the Hundred Beasts—lowered her weapon with suspicion.
Notes:
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Fwavlotz – A town beyond a mountain north of Rizan Village, it is an alternative location for Klock to verify his humanity.
• Irina – She introduced herself as the innkeeper’s name, a 32-year-old with a youthful appearance, who enjoys being sexually satisfied by Klock. A beastkin cat.
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