After a minute I pulled out with a wet pop. A thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to my tip.
"On your knees," I ordered. "Hands behind your back."
She obeyed instantly, crossing her wrists at the small of her back, chest thrust forward. The tiny top barely contained her anymore; one dark nipple had slipped free and was stiff in the open air.
I slapped her breasts—left, right, left—watching them jiggle and bounce. Each impact drew a sharp, delighted gasp.
"Filthy whore," I said, voice rougher than I expected. "You love being used like this, don't you?"
"Y-Yes…! Sora loves being your filthy whore…!"
I grabbed her by the hair again, forced her face down into the dirt so her ass lifted high.
The skirt flipped up completely, black lace stretched tight over plump cheeks. A dark wet spot had soaked through the center.
I yanked the panties aside.
She was drenched—swollen, glistening, clit visibly throbbing.
I lined up and pushed in one long, slow stroke.
Sora wailed—pure pleasure.
Tight. Hot. Ridiculously wet. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched like they were trying to pull me deeper. I bottomed out and held there for a second, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every ripple.
Then I started moving.
Hard. Deep. Relentless.
Every thrust slapped my hips against her ass with a wet smack. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her; she braced on her forearms, forehead pressed to the ground, moaning brokenly into the dirt.
I reached around and pinched her clit—hard. She spasmed, walls clamping down so tight I nearly lost it.
"C'mon. Beg," I growled.
"Please…! Please fill Sora…! Breed your filthy elf…! Make Sora your cum-dump…!"
I pulled her upright by the hair so her back arched, then wrapped one hand around her throat—not choking, just holding. The other hand found a nipple and twisted.
She came almost instantly—screaming, shaking, gushing around me.
I didn't stop.
I flipped her onto her back on the warm rock, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back in. This angle let me hit even deeper. Her eyes rolled back; drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Her nails raked down my arms.
"Again," I ordered.
"Y-Yes…! Again…! Use Sora…!"
I fucked her through another orgasm—then a third. Each one left her more boneless, more pliant, more desperate.
Finally, pressure built at the base of my spine.
I buried myself to the hilt and came.
Hot. Thick. Endless.
Sora's eyes crossed. Her belly visibly twitched as pulse after pulse flooded her. She whimpered my name—over and over—while her walls milked me dry.
When I finally pulled out, a thick white stream immediately followed, dripping down her thighs onto the rock.
She lay there panting, dazed, smiling like she'd just been given the best gift of her life.
I collapsed beside her, chest heaving.
Eirene hadn't moved an inch.
She simply stared at the sky.
"…Two more to go," she said tonelessly. "The mission requires three."
I groaned and covered my face with one arm.
***
Yanen pulled out of Sora with a wet, obscene schlick, his cock still twitching as thick white cum oozed from her swollen pussy, dripping in slow rivulets down her trembling brown thighs.
She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, ass still raised high, panting like a bitch in heat.
Her silver hair clung to her sweat-slicked back, and her blue eyes were half-lidded in bliss, a stupid, satisfied grin stretching her lips.
The first load had filled her to the brim, but the system's chime rang in Yanen's head like a mocking bell.
[Mission Progress: 1/3]
Two more to go.
However, Yanen didn't know what had come over him.
One moment he'd been hesitant, role-playing to satisfy her kinks; the next, something darker clicked inside.
He gripped her hair tighter, yanking her head back so her spine arched painfully. "On your back, whore. Spread those legs like the cum-rag you are."
Sora whimpered eagerly, flipping over with desperate haste.
Her tiny top had ridden up completely, exposing her heavy breasts—dark nipples hard as pebbles, heaving with every ragged breath.
Her skirt was a useless bunch around her waist, pussy lips puffy and glistening with their combined fluids. "Y-Yes, Lord Yanen… use Sora's filthy hole again…"
He didn't hesitate.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, he grabbed her ankles and pushed them back until her knees nearly touched her ears, folding her in half.
Her ass lifted off the ground, pussy presented like an offering.
Yanen slammed back inside with one brutal thrust—plap—bottoming out so hard her whole body jolted.
Sora screamed in ecstasy, nails raking the dirt. "Ahhh! So deep…! Break Sora…!"
He pounded into her relentlessly, hips snapping forward with wet, rhythmic slaps that echoed off the slanted rock.
Each thrust sent ripples through her plump ass and breasts, her inner walls clenching like a vice, milking him greedily.
Sweat poured down Yanen's white-haired forehead, but he felt no fatigue—Super Stamina kept him going like a machine. "You love this, don't you? Being fucked like a worthless elf slut in the middle of nowhere?"
"Yesss…! Sora loves Master's cock…! Fill me… breed me… make Sora your breeding sow…!" Her voice broke into high-pitched moans, ah-ah-ah, syncing with every punishing drive.
Cum from the first load frothed at their joining, bubbling out with each withdrawal. Yanen reached down and rubbed her clit roughly, pinching the swollen nub until she thrashed beneath him.
Her orgasm hit like a storm—body convulsing, pussy spasming wildly around him.
"Cumming…! Sora's cumming on Master's superior cock…! Nnngh!" Clear fluids squirted out in arcs, soaking his abdomen and the ground beneath her.
Yanen didn't slow; he fucked her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was a babbling mess.
He flipped her again without pulling out—onto her stomach, face down in the dirt. Grabbing her hips, he hauled her ass up and reamed her from behind, balls slapping her clit with every *thwack*.
Sora's fingers clawed the earth, back arching as she pushed back desperately. "More…! Hurt Sora…! Degrade your elf whore…!"
Yanen slapped her ass—hard enough to leave a red handprint on her brown skin. *Smack!* She yelped in delight. Another slap. *Smack!* Her cheeks jiggled, turning pink.
He wrapped her silver hair around his fist like a leash, pulling her head back until her neck strained. "You're nothing but a hole for my cum, aren't you? Say it."