Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 77. The Damsel And The Distressed

77. The Damsel And The Distressed

Eryndor felt something very wrong as he tugged at the tail, there was no beast stuck to it. Instead the young girl let out a loud scream which then turned into a moan as she fell on his body. Shocked ran his hand down the tail to its base where he grabbed onto a soft mass of flesh which he identified to be her butt. On noticing this Eryndor gasped not knowing he had made a very dangerous mistake which was letting go of her tail, without her tail to restrict her she regained all power in her body almost instantaneously. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

She raised her sickle to strike the still confused Eryndor from behind, it’s smooth blade reflecting the full moon as she struck him a deadly blot to the neck. This attack was thwarted by a fast projectile that swooped down from the sky and snatched the sickle from her hand before disappearing back into the night sky. She then felt something chomp down on her foot causing her to push Eryndor away and shake off the vile beast but it clung on tight causing her bone to almost break off.

She raised her sickle to kill the creature only to see a beautiful wolf pup that appeared to be a beast and then froze. From Eryndor’s point of view she seemed to be afraid of killing the beast, he wondered if she felt that she would be cursed from killing it.

The tail dancing behind her caused him to remember the strange ordeal once more, he looked at her face and could see something strange coming out of the sides of her head but he could not make it out clearly under the shadows cast by the moonlight.

Eryndor called king off and tried to get a better look at the young girl but it was hard to see her clearly, all he could hear was her heavy breathing as she staggered on the spot holding up a reflective piece of curved metal. Eryndor opened one of his palms and said summoned a flame ball that hovered above it, it was twice the size of a fist and in the dark forest gave off more light that could resemble a small sun from the light he could see her face more clearly but then she backed off.

After Eryndor had called off King the beastial had become more cautious of him. She felt her leg crying out in pain as he suit started to get soaked in blood. Thoughts started to ring in her head as she noticed two pairs of glowing eyes, one blue and the other red. The blue one was coming from the sky where the flying projectile circled her and the red one from the beast that had taken a bit from her head.

"This is crazy, why are the beasts protecting him? Is he a— he’s a beast tamer!" She thought to herself.

She hesitated to move and a second later she was bathed in the red light of a burning flame, this caused her to jump back out of fear of the fire. She started to retreat little by little which was hard to do with a bleeding leg that had fangs going through its bone earlier. Her assailant continued to come towards her and soon she was backed into a tree.

She started to fidget as the flame was brought closer to her face, she started to scream like a wild beast as she slashed her sickle at him frantically. "Metun lanquis, metun lanquis!!"

Eryndor did not know if that was a other language but he suspected as much since it had a strange accent. The felt drama to the figure and her voice perhaps because she was the first female he had seen in ages. He brought the flame closer to her and stopped watching her held her sickle to him. He could see her body trembling and could catch a full view of her body.

She had orange hair that looked looked to have been roughened up from the battle, on them were a pair of orange ears that looked like that of a cat. The edges of the inside were black and the insides white. Her face was round and with huge expressive eyes that reminded him of a cartoon. Her body had a nice figure, he started to ask himself weird questions like.

"Why does she look like that?"

"Do all girls look like this?"

"Damnit, how the heck did I forget what a girl looked like?"

"Bloody hell and I grabbed her lemons too, she must think that I’m a creep."

"I should have started with an introduction or flirted a little."

"Wait a minute, cat ears, a tail, a cute chubby face, nice lemons and a badass physique, cute voiceover. Bloody hell!! She’s a beast person!"

Eryndor smiled in a strange way, since he used to be a nerd and game addict he had naturally come across mangas and stories about beast people. And a lot of lewd ones in that specialty too. Apparently beast people were the perfect living whores— wait what was he thinking. What he meant was that they were rare beauties and—

"Shit! Am I really a pervert, am I really sick? What did I just thinks about? As my lack of the female counterparts caused my brain to go rotten? Well this is what happens when you spend your life like Tarzan in the ice mountains."

The beastial looked at him with her hand trembling as she showed him her sickle. It was not that she was not willing to fight back neither had she lost the will to, what had truly happened was that she was unable to move as she did earlier. Using those super fast techniques successively took a huge toll on her and she needed to take a moment to recover, just a few seconds would be enough for a final burst of power to kill this wretch that had defiled her.

She hated all these outsiders who just came into the forest to kill beasts for sport or to gain a sense of honour. They also attacked beatials at one time to access their special features like their tails and ears, some of them were even sold off, the males as work slaves and the females as sex slaves. There was no cha going the fact that they were all scum to think that beastials were all nothing but accessories and she could see the same look in his eyes.

A moment later she froze in shock as she saw the full features of his face clearly. His eyes were sky blue and like fragmented pieces of glass brought together in a circle. He had long white hair that was fell gently over one hair while it reached to the back of his neck. He looked a bit scrawny compared to the men she had seen in her village but his face was softer and more handsome. Despite Eryndor not taking care of himself he had failed to realized how good looking he was.

Since he had gotten all of his good looks from his mother and not his father according to him he was always good looking from when he was younger only now his masculine features were more profound.

"What’s this strange spell he has me on?" She thought to herself.

Eryndor opened his might and spoke after a minute of both of them just staring, their breaths had eventually synchronized and Eryndor had put of the flame a long time ago to allow her to settle down. "I apologize for what I have done." As he says this he reaches into his bag to take out a roll of cloth he used as a bandage and bent down to cover up her wound. "I can’t justify that this will help but it will stop the bleeding at least."

His attempt to help was met with hostility as she raised her leg up swiftly and kicked him on the nose causing it to break. Pain rippled through his body causing him to drop on his knees and cry out.

"Bloody hell, and they wonder why I don’t join the health care department." He wondered what his master would say if he was awake at the moment and dismissed it shortly after.

A second later the cold tip of a blade touched his neck as the beast girl held her sickle to his neck and prepared to slit it. Eryndor looked up at her, their eyes licking as he said nothing. "If this is about the conduct violation I’m--" wait a minute what was there to even be sorry about? He was simply feeding his lust after a long time so he was in the right. Whatever she would do next would determine his fate.

He had two allies to back him up if he needed to. He could feel the skin of his neck starting to breathe slightly causing him to hiss out a little. He wondered if she would really just kill him there or not. And then one look from her eyes and he could tell that she would, he was a goner.

"Die , you scum!" She raised her voice as she slit his throat.

Eryndor was inflicted with multiple emotions at the current progression of events but one thought was dominant over the others.

"Wait, she could speak English all this time?"