Chapter 804: Delusional Master and Female Slave【Gloria】
The scent of earth and summer grass enveloped me, followed by a slightly unfamiliar smell tickling my nose. What could it be? I pondered briefly before realizing it was the smell of paint clinging to Gloria.
“Gloria, did you paint something before coming over today?”
“……What? Out of the blue?”
“I can smell paint on you”
The sacred spring bath cleanses bodily odors. While it can’t eliminate physiological smells entirely, it usually washes away occupational scents. So if a vivid scent remains, it must have been acquired since her last bath. I was slightly impressed—had she already painted one piece before noon? Now that she’s separated from the publisher, it probably wasn’t work-related.
“……Honestly, sometimes I think I could afford to slack off a bit more”
Gloria gave a wry smile at close range while I was leaning on her.
“But if I tell myself I don’t have to draw, I really can’t draw anymore. Sketches are one thing, but to maintain a level I’m satisfied with, I have to keep my hands moving every day. I suffered terribly because of that once. So now, I move my hands every morning”
“I see”
It wasn’t hard to understand. Some tasks your hands remember even after a long break, but the truly crucial steps can’t be done with such a sloppy habit. Skills you can proudly call your best work become unusable if you drift too far from the daily accumulation needed to keep them sharp. ……Well, I’m the complete opposite example of Gloria-san in that regard. My accumulation is seriously lacking, and I create irregularly, so my output fluctuates way too much.
“So tomorrow morning’s subject is settled then?”
“I don’t know about that. You’re going to have a grand time with the kitties later, right? You’ll need something more intense than that to impress me”
Should I model myself as I’m about to be violated, or use the cat beasts who’ll be violated later as models? No, normally it’d be awful to assume I’d draw such things for my daily practice, but Gloria-san is different. She’s the kind of person who draws her own nude the most erotically, after all. Well then. Even if we’re talking about an intense experience.
“……What kind of experience would be acceptable?”
“You’re asking that of a female slave? If it were you, Master, wouldn’t you just force yourself on her?”
“Well……”
You’re overestimating my 「Master」 credentials a bit there. Or rather, stuff that extreme isn’t really in my repertoire to begin with. Sex in bold locations is about as daring as I get. And even if it’s intense, if it’s an experience Gloria doesn’t even want to draw, then it’s pointless, right?
“……Hmm. I’m kinda interested in bondage or spanking, though”
Eh……. Well, I guess it is intense.
“Don’t you want to try it? Don’t you want to leave marks all over this beautiful body?”
“I’m kinda a maso……”
“Call it curiosity. With this Polka, a few days in the hot springs will heal any naughty wounds”
Naughty wounds. That’s an impactful phrase. ……Well, there are other girls who use that as an excuse to beg for masochistic play.
“Play where the girl suffers too much is harder on me……”
Why do girls even ask for that in the first place? There are plenty of masochists among female slaves, but I still don’t get that part. The depths of Eros are vast and treacherous.
“Umm. I think it’s hot, though. ……Well, guess I’ll just have to draw you an erotic picture scroll that makes you actually want to try it”
This feels like brainwashing. This person is trying to train the trainer. Well, not a trainer exactly.
“For today, let’s stick to the standard approach”
I stopped planning any further and decided to just go for regular sex. That said, as my maximum level of intensity, I stripped her completely naked, exposing her soft white skin to the clear sky. If anyone passed by now, there was nothing to hide her body. She was completely naked. ……But.
“Still a nudist, huh? Fine……but I don’t think the Polka folks would be that surprised even if I were naked, you know?”
She gave me a relaxed, wry smile.
“It’s fine. Even so, I want to brag about being able to casually stick my dick into such a beautiful female slave”
“Oh, really. ……Huhu, it does sound a bit different when you say it like that, doesn’t it? When you start feeling more confident”
With Gloria stripped bare on top, I helped her sit up. Her shoulders were delicate, typical of an elf and an indoor type. Her breasts, large for an elf but not overly so, trembled slightly. Against the backdrop of the blue sky and the soft, natural indirect light, her pink nipples stood out in vivid contrast against her white skin, like a work of art. Well, the location and atmosphere weren’t exactly 「Lascivious」. Yet somehow, Gloria’s transformed, dewy freshness evoked a refreshing thrill reminiscent of first-time sex in adolescence. Come to think of it……I heard that in places like Basson, the countryside, young couples had sex amidst the mountain wilderness. Hiking alone with your lover essentially meant going to have sex. Country homes were usually full of extended family, leaving no privacy whatsoever. But even young boys and girls not yet independent still wanted sex. When it came to getting laid without being seen, rather than finding a room no one would enter and hiding there, the natural world where no one would come was actually more convenient. Under the blue sky, straddling a man, the elf’s naked body with a girl’s smile—I envisioned that very situation.
“I wonder if this is how some first times happen”
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
“No reason, just thinking out loud.”
Going back about 10……15 years. If I’d met an elf like Gloria, so proactive in sex. And if I’d lived in the countryside, going out into the mountains just for sex……if I’d enjoyed trysts with her in nature, my heart pounding. ……Well, that’s a lot of ifs, and it doesn’t connect to my own past at all. But dreaming of such a first experience, I burn into my memory the image of Gloria, smiling faintly in the late summer sunlight, taking my cock inside her. Not that I’m dissatisfied with my current lecherous adventures. Complaining would probably get me killed by someone. But thinking how nice it would be to start a sexual experience like this……my cock is swallowed deep inside her womb.
“……Huhu, it’s inside……♪ Honestly, I don’t care about extreme stuff or whatever……as long as you fuck my pussy like this……♪”
“That’s the most erotic thing you’ve said”
“A meat toilet won’t complain if it just gets fucked. That’s only fair, right……I just want my Master to praise me, calling me the hottest-looking, best-fucking erotic slave ever♪”
Where does the creator’s obsession end and the female slave’s true feelings begin? I don’t know, but surely, Gloria.
“You really are the best……I’m gonna pound you raw!”
“♪”
I ride that excitement, selfishly spilling my semen everywhere, coating her womb and skin in cum, yet still demanding pleasure from my cock—this brutal, greedy sex is what I crave. I thrust my hips upward. I shake her violently. Her white, delicate naked body leaps lasciviously amidst the serene summer greens and blues of the countryside. The elf with the collar, matching her hips to my thrusts, rather devouring the sensation of reaching deepest inside with force, becomes disheveled, dancing. Within the illusion I created, I briefly become the boy most starved for the sexuality of a young girl, utterly captivated by the supremely beautiful and pleasurable female flesh before me. I want to come inside this female. I want to defile her skin, her womb, everything. Even after defiling her, I want us to crave each other. I want to enjoy this moment, faithful only to that desire. In the grassy patch visible from the country road, Gloria and I pant like beasts in pleasure, each seeking our own climax.
“Ah, Ah……ahiii, yes, yes……come, come inside me……while you come, thrust deep inside me, thrust hard♪”
Gloria-san cried out almost proudly, and I, worrying a little about the consequences, ultimately lost myself in pleasure.
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“We could totally hear you♪”
“……Elves are like that, huh. Not quite as good as dragons, but they’ve got great hearing”
I regretted it just a little when Savory said that with a nice smile at the tavern.
“I bet a lot of people passing by this morning noticed, even humans. They probably won’t say anything to your face because it’s awkward”
“……Yeah”
“Also, if you’re gonna do cute stuff like that, please do it after the daytime business is over. I don’t have the confidence to finish quickly and stop. We’ve been getting a lot more customers lately, so it’s tough”
“……Yes”
Gloria gave me a puzzled look as I nodded sparingly.
“Why are you so submissive to this kid?”
“This is the real me……”
Even though I’m called Master, this is how it is. Yes.