Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 76. The Blessing Of Lemons

76. The Blessing Of Lemons

Eryndor had burst out of the forest clearing with explosive force and appeared in a clearing marked by the scars of battle. The clear signs of a struggle, the corpse of a beast as well as the corpse of three figures all apparently headless.

Eryndor was not able to stomach the site but on seeing the figure standing a few meters away his breath left him body and his eyes widened. A strange wind blew then send strands of orange flying before him, he could see standing there a girl looking about his height and possibly his age, her eyes were bright orange as was her ear. He could notice her skin tight battle suit and the fact that she was covered in splashes of blood, this should have frightened him but it apparently did not as he just stood there to admire the beautiful figure.

His eyes studied all her feminine features most especially her lemons, his hands pulses as if yearning to squeeze them to confirm their authenticity. He could not believe that he was seeing his first female in four years. He noticed something dancing behind her and identified it to be a tail of sorts. To him he misread it and believed that this was the sign of the beast that had killed her comrades and that she was paralyzed by fear. This prompted him to move forward but not before hearing the scream of someone else.

"Run away, she’ll kill you!!" It was the scream of another female who was a few meters away and stricken with fear. Eryndor did not understood what the warning meant but he knew that he had to save the orange haired beauty from being killed for she had been the damsel that had put him in distress.

The beast kin tightened her grip on her sickles as she peered deeper at the new figure unsure of what to do, surely he had witnessed what she had done and needed to be killed. In her eyes it really did not matter much, that was just one less trespasser in their sacred ancestral lands.

Just when she was just about making up her mind to attack the strange figure darted right for her without showing any intent of fear or caution. This took her by surprise, despite seeing the number of bodies he opted to take her on himself.

"What brash confidence you scumbags have." She thought to herself as she stood there motionless and prepared to use the same technique she had used on Garult earlier. "Walk blindly into my trap you."

Eryndor noticed how immobile she was and thought to himself. "Dammit the beast must be doing something to her if she’s not budging at all, I have to hurry." With that he added more boost to his advance.

The beast kin eyed her prey and gripped her sickles even tighter and all of a sudden the strangest thing happened. She watched his speed double, caused her eyes to flicker of a moment. His current speed was nothing remarkable but the fact that he could change it so drastically by such a huge margin was a real treat. But no matter she had him where she wanted him.

As he was now within an arms length of her she scratched her leg to one side and adjusted her weight so she could easily maneuver herself to attack and defense if need be. She had gotten bored of all this weak sport and chose to attack instead. It only lasted three seconds as she swung her sickle for his head with insane speed, her blade tasted the sweet texture of— not blood but air.

For the first time the beastial’s eyes truly widened as she witnessed something unprecedented. "Did... Did his speed just double again?" She thought to herself as her prey had just made his speed four times it’s original.

As Eryndor got closer to her he noticed a strange hand movement as he made his way to save her from the beast stuck to her. All his attention tried to focus on that goal and he noticed a strange movement from her but his body loved reflexively and he increased his speed slightly and raised an hand to block her hand, he stopped her by grabbing her wrist and his other hand launching foreward and grabbed one of her lemons.

Of course he had the urge to confirm that she was truly a female or else there would be no reason to this entire heroic game at all. With zealous effort he squeezed her lemon softly and it felt like foam, his hands stopped and trembled but he then squeezed even tighter and when he had confirmed it his body started to get hotter and his senses heightened, senses he never knew he had. He had long forgotten the blessing of lemons and he so cherished it. All of this transpired in just three seconds.

The beastial felt confused, violated and made a fool of. She had never been manhandled before. She gritted her fang-like teeth and raised her knee for his face with great force and the determination to hurt her enemy in the worst way possible.

Eryndor noticed this and pulled away and sidestepped, removing his hands from her lemons made his heart weep internally but he swallowed hard and still holding on to her hand he pulled her closer and reached behind her to pull out the beast clinging to her when he felt a totally different sensation.

His hand held tight to a fluffy mass of fur that felt soft and smooth. As he gripped it tight the beastial’s expression changed and her face exploded with a weird sensation as tears started to form in her eyes and she jumped up, her body seemed to lose all power as she fell forward and landed on his shoulder.

The beastial felt her brain recieved an electric shock that crippled her body and shut down her senses causing her to lose any sense of control she had over her won body. Why did she feel like the one being assailed now? And who was this cunning attacker of hers and where had he come from.