By the time I stepped out of the refrigerator—after a beastly fuck session with Leifelt where I successfully drained every drop of energy from her—the sun was sitting smack in the middle of the sky, signaling that it was high noon.
"We went at it for so long, yet the sun still hasn't set."
[Hehe, Master Breeder has certainly grown incredibly virile, but more importantly, you skipped your morning routine because you had to dry your pants and underwear!]
The piss that Leifelt had intentionally sprayed on me would have dried quickly enough with just a few drops in front of an electric heater. However, thanks to Leifelt’s scheme of pouring black tea all over it just to keep me there longer, I ended up wasting a significant amount of time.
"Still, it's nice that it doesn't smell like piss."
[Be careful though! The White Pig has a keen nose!]
"If she sniffs it out, I'll just threaten not to spank her ass. She'll shut her mouth real quick."
I finished my daily routine by briefly checking the winter equipment, then went to pay a short visit to the Elf, who was likely working hard today as well.
Ever since she dropped the news that a Dragon was coming, she had refused even her beloved sex.
Whenever she had a spare moment, she would examine the corpses of the giant rats sent by Glacia and count them, or patrol the farm grounds intensely to ensure no giant rats had leaked out while she was distracted.
I needed to check if this commendable illegal alien, who was working her ass off day and night to patrol the farm, was pushing herself too hard.
[Hehehe! She’s the world’s lewdest foreign worker who accepts payment in semen!]
I walked along the beast trail hidden by the thicket behind the Breeding Barn and climbed the back mountain. Sure enough, clad in her forest hunter outfit, she came into view.
Like a miniature Stonehenge, she had arranged sacks containing giant rat corpses into a circle. Sitting inside it, the light-green-haired Elf was throwing black and white stones onto the ground and counting on her fingers.
"…Here to eat me? I'm busy right now."
"Who's eating whom? Seriously."
"…Provocation is useless. I know you're a pervert who gets turned on when he's the one being attacked, Husband."
With the other women, I could at least guess what they were thinking. But this damn Elf always had a blank expression—except during sex—and answered with such a daft face that it was impossible to grasp her thoughts or intentions.
Giving up on retorting (The Elf puffed out her chest and shrugged, seemingly thinking she had won the argument), I asked her what she was doing.
"What, are you fortune telling or something? Predicting when Glacia will arrive?"
"…Dragons are unpredictable beings. Divination is meaningless. However, since it is certain that the time of the Oracle is approaching, I am informing Mom and Husband that we are here."
"And you made this barrier-looking thing with rat corpses for that?"
I didn't know much about it, but was she trying to use some kind of dark magic like voodoo or necromancy by offering a sacrifice?
I had seen a Hunter on TV mention in an interview that they offered a 1.5-liter bottle of Coke as a sacrifice or something, so I thought it might be similar. The Elf, however, shook her head slightly at my words.
"…Using the residual magic of the Dragon from the Dragon's minions. Not a bad idea, but dangerous. Instead, I am using the branches and stems of the World Tree, which seal the Dragon's minions, to send my thoughts."
"Oh, so that's why you arranged them in a circle?"
I could guarantee her mystical ability to hide our location from Glacia, but since she was using ropes made of stems and branches, I wondered if there was a specific ritual involved.
Men remain children until they die of old age; naturally, my eyes sparkled at this fantasy-like ritual. But the Elf's next words made my shoulders slump.
"…Actually, a single branch would have sufficed. I just did this to set the mood. But after actually doing it, it's cumbersome. I got tired and was resting."
"..."
Is she really patrolling the farm diligently?
I knew I shouldn't think this way, but the trust I had in her diligence suddenly cracked at her words.
"…Elves are a race created by the World Tree. We are connected to it. I am sending my thoughts by following the source felt in this branch."
The Elf added an explanation, saying it was a similar principle to how Violet had tracked the souls of the Holy Knights killed by Eleonora to find and recognize Eleonora's existence.
Then, as if hearing the word 'Oracle' from her own mouth reminded her of something she had forgotten, she whipped her head toward me.
"…The moment the Dragon, cast down to earth by the Goddess, breaks its chains and ascends to the sky again... The Chosen One, guided by the Forest Kin, shall receive the blessing of the World Tree and save the Forest Kin, and furthermore, all life groaning under the wings."
"That's the Oracle?"
"…I forgot to tell you."
"That sounds incredibly important! How could you forget to mention that?!"
There are things to forget, and then there's that!
At my outburst, the Elf seemed to realize it was a mistake on her part as well, avoiding my gaze and feigning ignorance.
"More importantly, what is this 'Guidance of the Forest Kin'?"
"…Literally, showing the way. Elves contributed greatly to bringing down the Dragon. To avoid the Dragon's wrath later, we hid ourselves along with the World Tree and the forest. Since it is a barrier made by the World Tree, ordinary humans cannot even enter."
"It really is just literal road guidance."
Because they had cut themselves off from the outside world and lived in hiding, their population must have dwindled over time.
It was a moment where the unexpected reason behind why the Elf race was so lewd was revealed.
But then, did something go wrong?
The Elf, who looked like she had more to say about the Oracle, suddenly shut her mouth tight and tilted her head this way and that.
"…Mm? Then... H-huh?"
"Why? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"…Did I misunderstand? If I follow the Oracle, the guide is me... no... then, who...?"
"What are you mumbling about?"
"…I'll tell you... later?"
Since it was an ancient Oracle, perhaps some content was missing or the interpretation was wrong somewhere. The Elf continued to tilt her head and mutter, falling into her own little world.
I left her with a reminder not to come back too late and started walking toward the house.
I considered taking her with me, but if I poked the bear now, she might say, 'I almost remembered but forgot because of you, so take responsibility,' and I'd end up pinned on the freezing ground in the dead of winter, getting stripped and fucked dry.
[Eh, but that's what makes it horny!]
"Oho, listen to this reckless mouth just because you aren't the one lying on the cold ground."
Lately, that short SD Character keeps grinning and baring her fangs at me, seemingly expecting something huge. I can read the other women, but I can't read that little avatar's mind, so I can only guess.
"Come to think of it, I wonder if she pulled out the wooden sword today."
[Ah!]
Passing the refrigerator where Leifelt was, I came into view of my house and the front yard where an SUV was parked, just about 50 meters away.
"Nnnngggghhhh...♥"
"Wow! Just a little more! Give it a little more strength!"
"That is correct, Princess! Use the sensation of when you tightly clamped down on Master's cock...!"
And soon, the usual naked members entered my sight.
Violet and Christia were at least wearing something because of the cold (though they were flimsy negligees with holes everywhere, and they were hugging each other for warmth). But Eleonora, as expected, was not wearing a single thread, her pussy soaking wet and lewd.
"Euuughhh, c-come... ouuut...♥"
"It's pulling out! Wait, is it? It's trying to come out!"
"D-Do not talk to meee...!!"
In the center of them, the red-haired Princess Knight Ariel, her breasts heaving violently, was just like Eleonora. She was pushing the dildo-shaped handle of a wooden sword into her pussy.
She had been diligently training her pussy and asshole all this time. It seemed she was finally taking the first step toward the duel to draw the sword and escape this place.
"Before, you couldn't even get half of it in, but now you've swallowed it all the way to the pommel."
"Ah! Y-Yoooou bastard! Y-You trapped me agaaain...♥"
"No, what did I even do?"
Judging by the amount of love juices scattered around, I didn't know if she had been doing this since breakfast, but the moment she spotted me...
Ariel, who had her hands behind her head and was focusing all her nerves on her crotch, clenched her pussy lips tight, squeeze-squeeze, and began to grip the wooden sword bitten by her snatch with tremendous force.
"Oh?"
"I will definitely... Nngh... kill youuuu...! I will kill you with this swoooord...!"
"Ah! Could it be? The Princess's wooden sword, which has been making slow progress, is finally...?!"
And simultaneously with Violet's astonished voice—Pop!
The wooden sword, which had spent its days stuck in the cold ground, finally responded to the movements of the obscene sow sitting in an M-pose. It flew toward me, scattering the love juices flowing along its blade.
"This one has a faint scent of roses."
"W-What are you doing?! Why are you tasting that?!"
"Didn't you spray it over here for me to taste?"
"Kuugh...♥"
Ariel ground her teeth, looking as if she wanted to tear me apart right then and there.
However, contrary to her desire, with a wet shlurrrp sound, the wooden sword that had been lodged in her pussy tumbled to the ground, its handle slick with fluids.
Since she had been doing that since morning, her pussy must have lost its strength.
But perhaps yesterday's training had been effective?
Ariel, looking down at the wooden sword with regret, suddenly walked toward me, shaking her breasts.
Of course, even though she 'walked,' she was still in that pigeon-toed, M-legged crawling stance—a posture of submission. Far from scary, she just looked ridiculous and erotic.
"Well, do you want something?"
"Yes. It is humiliating beyond measure, but I have a favor to ask of you, you bastard."
Then, abruptly turning her back to me, Ariel kept her hands behind her head and thrust her ass high into the air, presenting her twitching pussy and asshole as she spoke.
"It is mortifying, but simply drawing the sword was my limit. My pussy and asshole still lack training. S-So..."
"So?"
"If I have said this much, you should understand! Do not make me say such obscene words like I want your cock... Heuuugh...♥"
"..."
Tremble. Just like Leifelt, Ariel's lips quivered wildly at my silent demand compelling her to say the shameful words herself.
"Kuh... Y-You intend to make me speak words I do not even mean...?!"
"..."
"Fine! I will say it! I just have to say it, right?!"
If you want something, say it with your own mouth. Show me the results of the training I carved into your body and mind with filthy pleasure all last night.
At this, the noble Princess Knight rolled her eyes slightly, then let out a groan, "Kuh," and spoke to me.
"I want your cock. Right here, right now, stuff my lewd pussy deep with your cock. Train my pussy mercilessly with your meat-rod. Until I can kill you."
"Why would I help a sow who wants to kill me?"
I had already been mean once; there was no reason I couldn't do it twice.
Ariel responded with a twisted smirk.
"As a knight, everyone dreams of being the strongest. It is only natural that I must train harder to defeat Eleonora! Surely, you are not afraid that your sow will defeat you with a sword wielded by a pussy trained by your own cock?"
"Oho, now you're provoking me?"
Wiggle, wiggle. The Princess Knight ceaselessly sent me gestures of courtship, letting long strings of love juice drip from her crotch as if she were burning with impatience.
But perhaps the fact that she hadn't received my permission yet acted as a source of anxiety? Ariel used both hands to spread her pussy and asshole wide, appealing desperately.
"It is well-loosened, so it will surely feel good. My strength is somewhat drained, but as you saw, my pussy's grip can now wield a sword. It will surely suit your tastes. I do not mind if you use my asshole either, so please...!"
"So please?"
Ariel twisted her upper body around toward me and shouted.
"I beg of you! Please coat my obscene pussy, which is all raw from pulling out the wooden sword, with your semen ointment...♥"
"That's right. See how good you are when you say it like that? It stimulates my pity while making me want to balls-deep in you."
With my permission, Ariel let out a "Kuuugh" of humiliation again, but her eyes were overflowing with unconcealable lust as she turned her body toward me once more.