Lust Devil's Rise

’This strange woman is his servant?!’

Brea slowly lowered her axe and released her Prana while doubtfully examining the woman standing in front of her, scanning up and down several times, before whistling.

The tall, petite woman with pointed ears peeked at her with the facade of fear, while her fingers tightened around the sharp edge of her bow with each second.

"You called him Master, huh? But I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as pretty as you around him."

’At least not at the camp, or since I met him... is she some hidden lover?’

Brea assumed while catching her breath.

The elf then spoke, her voice like a melodic bell chiming delicately in Brea’s ears.

"Ah, forgive me, Lady Brea, for hiding my true form, but you should understand... being someone from the esteemed Templars, sometimes your face and figure being known is a curse more than a blessing."

’....’

’Damn, what a sexy voice!’

Brea didn’t answer, but she understood almost immediately.

Her guess probably wasn’t that far off.

That’s when a swirl of green mist enveloped the pretty elf.

She transformed and became a familiar middle-aged man with greying hair. Her new look revealed a man she knew. A moment later, she returned her form to the pretty elf.

The Templar’s jaw dropped upon seeing the change, before shouting.

"No shit... you’re that charming old man!?"

It completely stunned her.

"Lady Brea, I plead you keep this form a secret, from Mistress Iris and Galatea..."

A strange ticklish sensation spread through the huge Templar’s stomach each time the elf called her a lady.

"Oh?! Then... am I the only one who knows?" Brea cocked her head to the side with a smirk.

Brea thought of the little dwarf Iris, who accepted her when she had nowhere to go, but in reality, no matter how close they seemed, it was an outside relation. Not to mention, the moment Luka treated Brea not as a brutish berserk but a normal woman...

There was a strange change in her body.

A bloom of warmth spread through her frozen heart, gently thawing the ice which stopped her from smashing his pretty little face.

"Ah, no... Master, he knows."

The elf’s fair cheeks puffed with a bright red hue.

Brea’s chest thumped at the sight despite being a fellow woman, before she shook her head and started flicking the dirty goblin blood from her leather armour while sighing.

"So... why did he ask you to come here? To keep watch on me?"

Brea rested the massive axe against her right shoulder before yanking the black arrow from the goblin’s neck and handing it to Vaun. "Well, I don’t blame him... a woman like me..."

’I understand, to find a former Templar roaming around his lands, who wouldn’t doubt me.’

She narrowed her eyes, scrunching her face as she struggled to accept the meaning of Vaun being here, the short delight of him fondling her in the tent blurred, and what remained of the light fluttering in her chest faded.

Until the elf quickly interrupted.

"No! That’s not it... Ehm... well, he asked me to keep you safe."

The words were ridiculous.

A half-Ogre...

To keep a woman with enough strength and ability to kill most grown men, safe?

’But why... why does it make my chest so strange?’

Her heart pounded, just knowing it wasn’t because of any doubt... but she quickly pushed those emotions down. ’Mother always said a lady shouldn’t show her emotions or spread her legs too easily... I can’t let him know!’

So she became a little more doubtful, answering back with a slightly raised pitch.

"W-What do you mean?! Doesn’t he know I am a templar... I showed my power. Are you lying to keep me happy?"

"No, no... Master just said you were his future woman and that I should remain unseen and keep the goblins to a number that wouldn’t cause you any harm, but also let you have all the fun you wanted..."

Brea froze.

This time, it was her cheeks flushing bright red.

Her heart pounded as she quickly turned away, covering her face, hiding it from the elf.

’No... mother said, men are all wolves...’ Memories of her muscular mother, from the village at seven feet tall, always bossing her father around. But, unlike Brea, her mother was popular, so these sayings had a meaning.

For the unpopular virgin Brea... her mother’s rules were torture.

’But I’ve been dying to find a single wolf who’d try and hunt me all this time...’

"Y-You’re not lying to me, right? Look at my body full of scars... the men in the village all reject me... calling me the half-ogre beast..."

It wasn’t a lie.

’Though they’re not exactly wrong....’ She thought of her mother and the tribe she came from, before shaking her head. ’No, even if I slept with him, would I need to tell him that...? No, it’s fine...’

Most of the men in the ogre village were captives, orcs and other larger races that suffered greatly at the hands of her mother and aunts.

That’s when the elves’ shout came from behind her, a shocking and strange series of words, causing Brea to turn back quickly.

"Are you kidding me? Look at the size of your chest!?" Vaun pointed at her chest, hips, then her own behind before shouting. "Do you not realise just how impossible it is to compete with those huge things...!?"

’This elf, she’s kinda cute and nice!’

Brea didn’t have many friends, though she got along with the wild dwarves and bandits of Amol Village, and even they steered clear of her after seeing her body. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

This little elf didn’t even blink after seeing the scars on her chest, stomach and arms, just like Luka, who got a peek.

It was a delightful feeling.

"Heh... but you’re so pretty, graceful, and your hair shines like the finest black silk."

"Ah?!" Vaun hadn’t told Brea her true name, which didn’t matter to the Templar; she just chuckled as the elf also seemed embarrassed at the compliment.

"D-Do you think so?" Vaun asked.

"Mhm, to be honest, after seeing you like this, I wondered if you’ve already slept with him."

The elf quickly waved her hands before her face. "No way... me? With Master?!"

Brea frowned at this strange disconnection, though she didn’t know what kind of secrets or troubles the elf carried. She also understood the loneliness of hiding your true self and feelings behind a mask.

So she wanted to help, even though they were technically rivals.

"So you’re truly happy just being his bow... not his woman?"

"Well, he didn’t look at me like that... so, isn’t it fine?"

"Haaaah... listen, girl, you’re so foolish. That kid—"

"Lord Luka!"

’Wow... she’s full on!’ Brea held back her laugh, not intending to insult him with ’Kid,’ but when she first met the boy, he was barely over five feet tall. It wasn’t until recently that his height started shooting up. ’The growth spurt, Mother mentioned, I guess?’

"Okay~ don’t be angry, alright? Ahh, whatever you want me to say."

Brea waved in the air, her voice a little strange before she slapped one palm on Vaun’s shoulder almost crippling the elf.

"Listen to me! That kid, ahem! Lord Luka! You know if you lay in his bed naked, and asked him to grant you mercy or whatever... you’d probably be walking funny the next morning!"

Brea wasn’t like Galatea or Vaun; she’d spent time in all-male barracks during her training, and then the force of Templars was ten males to one female.

Sex wasn’t something to hide; in her old village, it was something common to see.

Ogres struggled to conceive.

So, there wasn’t any time for this kind of naivety.

Being a half-ogre, it meant few men even looked at her as a woman, and the ones who did weren’t able to interest her.

’Well, it might be because of my mother... but size is everything to a female Ogre.’

The average height of a female pureblooded ogre was seven to eight feet, while a halfblood just surpassed six feet one.

But when it came to partners, they couldn’t be like other smaller races, because everything about them was bigger.

Boobs, thighs, ass, and even their sexual appetite.

If a man wasn’t seven inches, getting pregnant or enjoying the life of a woman was nothing but a dream. Even though their erogenous zones were much larger, thus easier to stimulate, ironically, they were much deeper inside, so far a normal man couldn’t reach.

As if the creator hated them specifically.

Her mother spoke of how it took her squeezing her father dry for six years to conceive her, and he was the largest she’d seen in her life at just over six inches, and that was only because he was barely six inches as a half-orc.

The human average was four to five regardless of clan or heritage.

Another issue was that her tribe lived on the border of the high-elf nation, and so over generations, their aesthetic became the pretty elven men.

Even if their small sticks couldn’t even graze their insides, it was a matter of attraction and couldn’t be changed. Orcs were smelly, trolls were ugly, elves were too small, and humans were barely able to pass the base length needed.

’That’s why there’s no chance that kid is a damn pureblooded human... that thing was bigger than an orc... and on par with a damn troll.’

She ruled out male ogres, before her mother already told her what happened to those poor souls. Because of their nature, an ogre usually gave birth to a female at a 7-to-1 ratio, leading to the males being wiped out by past tribes milking them in droves.

Meanwhile, finally recovering from her shock, the elf asked.

"D-Do you think he’d see me in that way? I’m okay just serving by his side... his fiancée is scary and hates non-humans..."

"Hmm, Iris is fine with anything, she just hates sharing, though?"

"Ah..."

That’s when Vaun paused.

"I didn’t mean Lady Iris, but Master’s human fiancée..."

That’s when Brea’s bright face darkened, and she glanced into the elf’s eyes and said something with the most serious, monotone voice ever.

"Iris will kill her."