Eirene turns her head slowly.
"Good to meet you… Actually, no. You make me sick."
"Hngh! M-My name is Sora… but you can call me any THING you want…"
"Truly? How does aberrant female cur sound?" Eirene asks calmly.
"Oof~!!" Sora hugs her own body, her thighs squeezing together.
Eirene continues, calm and merciless. "Filthy pig. Cum-leaking sow. Did you enjoy being mounted in the dirt like some animal?"
"Y-Yes…!" Sora whimpers, knees buckling slightly. "Call me more… please…"
"Pathetic airheaded elf. Disgusting spirit wannabe. A walking breeding hole."
Sora's eyes roll back a little, as another trickle of cum slides down her thigh.
I stare at the scene in growing horror, but not to get involved, I kept my mouth shut.
I can't believe this… I'm one of three naked people standing in the middle of nowhere…
My parents didn't raise me this way. I'm becoming corrupt just by being associated with Asherah.
I cough loudly.
"So… Sora… where exactly do you live?"
She snaps out of her debauched haze like someone flipped a switch. Her posture straightens, shoulders squaring. Suddenly she looks almost regal—chin high, eyes clear.
"Ah, of course." She bows deeply, hands folded in front of her like a princess. "Thank you again for cumming inside my pussy, Lord Yanen."
"Not exactly what I asked but, okay—you are welcome, also drop the 'Lord' and don't say I came inside you when other people are around, okay? Please, wear some clothes so your royal bow can be more majestic."
Sora giggles and reaches into a small leather pouch at her discarded belt.
She pulls out a waterskin and a soft rag.
With a murmured incantation, she summons a gentle stream of clear water—water-attribute magic—letting it cascade over her body. the stream washes away sweat, dirt, and thick globs of cum in slow, sensual rivulets.
Water beads on her brown skin, tracing paths down the swell of her breasts, dripping from stiff nipples, sliding between her thighs to rinse away the creamy mess still leaking from her. She sighs in pleasure as the cool liquid caresses her overheated flesh.
Eirene watches with detached interest, then mimes the motion—but more efficiently.
Water sluices down her pale curves, washing away every trace of what just happened. Droplets cling to her silver-pink nipples like tiny diamonds; rivulets follow the elegant dip of her waist, pooling briefly in her navel before spilling over her hips.
She dries herself with another rag in precise strokes, movements almost clinical, yet somehow still unbearably erotic.
Sora dresses next—slowly, deliberately. She steps into fresh black lace panties, pulling them up her long legs with a teasing shimmy of her hips. The fabric clings to her still-damp skin, outlining every curve.
She slips the tiny triangular top back over her breasts, tying the strings behind her neck and back—breasts jiggling as she adjusts them.
The skirt comes last—short, pleated, and barely covering the tops of her thighs. Every movement is erotic: bending at the waist to retrieve her staff, ass presented to me like new wine;
Stretching to tie her hair back, her breasts thrust forward; turning to show off the way the fabric clings to her sweat-damp skin.
Eirene dons that her white Greek-style robe in silence—golden pins clicking into place at her shoulders. The fabric drapes perfectly over her hourglass figure, clinging just enough to hint at what lies beneath.
It was no wonder my dick was getting hard again!
As Sora cleaned my body, I dress quickly—pants, shirt—trying not to look too hard.
But I noticed something: "Sora… your wounds."
She tilts her head.
"Ah, yes. It appears Lord Yanen's cum carries strengthening and boosting features." Her tone turns serious, no smiles. "Lord Yanen's cum is as sweet as it is powerful. The truth is, I can't wait for us to reach the village so he'll spank me again."
"So that's your plan?! And don't say stuff like that with such a straight face!" I pale at her level of purity.
Which was zero!
But actually, the cuts on her forehead and knee are gone—completely healed.
It actually looks like my cum does wonders, huh?
So I turn to Eirene.
"What?" she snapped, "I'll sooner change your attributes and boost YOUR existence, before your rotten sperm can affect any parts of me. Know your place."
"Yes. Forgive my arrogance." I bow deeply.
Sora smiles brightly. "The Obsidian Hollow is a few miles east. Shall we go, Lord Yanen?"
I nod, still dazed from all the extraordinary happening I've witnessed.
And then we start walking.
***
We walked in silence for what felt like hours, though the sun hadn't moved much in the sky.
The wasteland stretched on forever—cracked earth, distant heat shimmer, the occasional boulder that looked like it had been dropped from orbit.
However, my legs didn't tire, my throat didn't parch; Arch-human perks, I guess. But my mind was a war zone.
Every few steps, my eyes betrayed me.
Sora walked ahead, her hips swaying with every stride.
That fantasy-style skirt—barely more than a wide belt of dark fabric—rode up dangerously with each movement. The hem fluttered against the undersides of her thick brown thighs, flashing black lace every time she took a longer step.
And her ass… I swear, her ass is just...
It was wide, plush, perfectly heart-shaped—two generous, rounded cheeks that jiggled softly with each footfall.
When she hopped over a low rock, the motion sent them bouncing in perfect sync—left cheek up, right cheek down, then both clapping together with a faint THWAP of flesh on flesh.
The skirt flipped up completely for a heartbeat, revealing the full curve where thigh met ass, the lace thong disappearing between those plump globes like it was being swallowed whole.
Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the light, making every wobble look glossy and obscene.
She turned to nag Eirene about something trivial—her voice high and teasing—and bent slightly forward to emphasize her point.
Ah! The skirt rode higher!
Her ass cheeks spread just enough to show the thin strip of fabric clinging desperately to her crack, outlining the puffy pussy lips still swollen from earlier.
A faint wet sheen even lingered between her thighs—either leftover cum or fresh arousal, I couldn't tell. The sight made my mouth go dry.
And then… there was Eirene.