My Split Soul -Take Over - Isekai Elf Ariel Chapter 8 (End) (Patreon)

Ariel stood motionless.

That was all—she simply remained there, framed by the pale glow of the window. Only the tips of her fingers, peeking from the maid uniform’s sleeves, trembled faintly.

(Ah—)

Through the split soul, I sensed it—something unfolding within her.

No one touched her, yet heat pooled between her thighs. Her nipples strained against the fabric. A whimper coiled in the back of her throat, trapped, desperate.

"Nn…♡"

Her eyelids fluttered shut. Though untouched, her hips buckled, knees nearly giving way.

(Because Master… wills it—)

The strings of her soul thrummed madly. The simplest thought—feel this—sent currents crackling along her nerves, setting every inch of her ablaze.

Her skirt swayed, though no breeze stirred. The lace of her undergarments bit into skin, the pressure itself a torment.

"Ahh…♡"

A strained exhale. Beneath my lazy gaze, her flesh turned hypersensitive—just being watched like a caress in itself.

Then—her legs nearly gave out, silver hair spilling wildly.

"Kh… no, if I lose sight of Master… ♡"

She caught herself, but now sweat glazed her spine, as if unseen fingers dragged along each vertebra.

Utterly still, drowning in sensation alone. The elegance of an elf preserved, while inside—

—filthy lightning raged.

Her reflection in the glass showed it clearly.

Eyes glazed. Lips parted.

"…Anytime," her voice frayed, "this body is… ready for you, Master… ♡"

Ariel pressed back against the white lace curtains, her knees clamped tightly together as faint tremors rippled through her body.

(Hah… It's happening… again—)

The front of her maid’s skirt twitched suddenly, the fabric rippling as if caught by invisible fingers. No one had touched her—yet the delicate folds between her thighs clenched on their own, pleasure sparking like lightning from the deepest part of her.

"Ngh…♡"

Her fingers, peeking from her sleeves, crumpled the fabric of her skirt unconsciously—too desperate to touch directly, yet too overwhelmed not to fidget. Instead, she only squeezed her thighs tighter, rubbing them together in slow, torturous friction.

(Master is… thinking about me like… that—)

Through the depths of their shared soul, his vulgar imaginings flooded her like molten heat—phantom fingers pressing against her seams, phantom lips tracing the arch of her hips. Her dampness seeped through the fabric now, spreading slow and undeniable along the hem.

"Kh… N-No, I'm not even being touched, and yet…♡"

Even the tiny ticking of the grandfather clock—a sound she’d never even notice normally—sent shocks of pleasure through her. Each sway of her pleated skirt made the lace beneath squirm just wrong enough to be unbearable.

"Haah…♡ P-Please…♡"

One hand braced against the wall; the other slapped her own thigh over her skirt in helpless frustration. Don’t touch. But—can’t stop feeling. Every time her knees trembled, the hidden lips between them writhed under the ghost of his teasing.

"…! M-Master’s gaze is…♡ Reaching… my deepest p-place…♡"

She caught her own reflection in the glass—disheveled, her ribbon loosened, her maid cap slightly askew. The dissonance between her composed exterior and the obscene truth beneath her clothes was dizzying. Small droplets fell, dotting the floor beneath her.

"…Nn~?"

Suddenly, Master's fingers brushed against the neckline of Ariel's maid outfit. A shiver ran through her as the decorative ribbon came undone with a soft snap—

Pah.

The swell of her breasts, glowing white under the firelight, was exposed to the open air. The coolness of the room grazed her sensitive skin, her nipples stiffening instantly.

"Aah… s-so shameless…"

Though her cheeks flushed scarlet, Ariel made no move to fix her disheveled uniform—her teeth only sinking further into her plush lower lip.

But it wasn't over.

This time, Master’s hand slid inside her skirt—

Squelch♡

"Hhhaahn~!♡"

Her pink lace panties were tugged down in one sharp motion, freeing the unbearable heat she’d been clenching between her thighs. Now, her dripping pussy—so wet that it was beyond hiding—was fully exposed to the cold air and his heavy gaze.

"—! ♡"

A finger slipped inside without warning.

The chilled ridges of his fingerprints pressed against her slick walls, making her back arch violently. Her legs trembled, toes curling into the carpet, pleasure crashing through her skull like a tidal wave.

"Glurp—gchh…♡"

Master’s fingers worked her mercilessly—plunging deep, wrenching out, then sinking in again—each movement sending jolts of fire through her ruined composure.

"You're… this sensitive?"

"Y-Yes… f-forgive me…♡"

She swayed drunkenly, her lashes fluttering as she melted into the touch. Shame and euphoria tangled inside her, dissolving coherent thought with every rub of his fingers against her sinful, throbbing flesh.

"…I’m filthy… ♡"

Her lips quivered as she moaned, fully surrendering to her depravity.

And yet—

—this was her greatest bliss.

Every noble ideal, every shred of her dignity, crushed by Master’s hands and remolded into this sheer, aching ecstasy.

"…Nhhn~! M-Master…! ♡ P-Please…♡"

With each filthy squelch of his fingers, flashes of the forest danced at the edges of her vision—the pure spring that once reflected her grace, now mocking the wanton mess she’d become.

Lost in this swirling, inescapable tide of lust—

Ariel knew.

There was no going back.

"Now then, Ariel. Hands on the wall."

"Yes, Master~♡"

Without hesitation, she obeyed, pressing both palms against the wood as she arched her back, raising her hips high. Her skirt was already in disarray, panties left discarded—the glistening inner curve of her thighs shimmering sinfully under the firelight, her pointed ears tense with anticipation.

"…Good."

I gripped her waist, lining myself up before pushing in with a single thrust—

—Schlick~♡

"A-AH?! ♡♡"

Her entire body jerked violently, drool spilling from her lips as her fingers clawed at the surface. The sensation of sinking into that slick heat inch by inch—her inner walls fluttering around me in weak resistance before yielding to the pleasure—drove her insane.

"Nh…! M-Master…♡ Putting it… in such a filthy place…♡"

"Filthy?"

"Y-Yes…♡ For an elf like me… to crave a human’s touch like this…♡ I’ve already… broken every rule of the forest, even my pride… all of it shattered because of—♡♡!"

Her spine arched, silver hair spilling down in wild disarray. Any trace of the noble warrior she once was? Gone. Now, she was nothing more than a trembling, whimpering bitch, enslaved to her own desires—no, mine.

—Shlurp♡

"GYAAAHH!! ♡♡♡"

At the moment she was fully sheathed, a broken cry ripped from her throat, tears scattering from her squeezed-shut eyes.

"I'm sorry… everyone from the forest…♡ But I… I've always wanted this… deep down…♡"

Guilt and pleasure warred across her face—but beneath it, undeniable certainty flickered in her gaze. This was right.

—She already knew exactly "what" she was.

"…Tch. Ready?"

"Yes…♡"

Ariel glanced over her shoulder, lips curling into a sultry, enthralled smirk.

"Use your weapon, Master… and turn me into even more of a mindless slut…♡"

(…Well then—time for the main event.)

Leather boots scuff, skin slaps skin — the manager’s study is filled with obscene, staccato echoes.

"Gh—!"

My fingers dig into the flare of her hips, leaving red streaks across that porcelain skin. Ariel braces herself against the wall, forehead grinding into the peeling wallpaper, silver hair a tangled mess.

Schlorp—Slap! Schluck!

Familiar sounds. The same lewd percussion of flesh against flesh from that first time in the forest — but now?

Deeper. Filthier.

"Hah…♡ M-Master’s cock… churning… inside me…♡"

Hints of elven refinement still cling to her moans like perfume — the split soul controls her completely, yet she clings to dignity like a taunt.

Then—

"Nngh!?" Her back arches violently as I piston forward, striking something sacred inside.

"No—!! That’s… an elf’s… holy pl—ahhh!!♡" Her traitorous hips shove backward, grinding into the violation. The contradiction — defiling what she once protected — feeds my own hunger.

I fist her hair, wrenching her upright.

"Look."

The gilt-edged mirror reflects us perfectly: a defiled elf in tattered maid garb, and the washed-up adventurer who ruined her.

"Memorize this."

"Y-Yes…♡"

Her dazed eyes lock onto our reflection as a bliss-drunk smile blooms.

"I’m… Master’s personal… elf bitch…♡"

THRUST—! My hips snap forward. Something definite pops inside her — some elven anatomy? Irrelevant. Just feels good.

"More…!♡ Break me… deeper… into your shape…♡"

I oblige.

The room drowns in our symphony of flesh.

"On your hands and knees."

"Hyah~! ♡"

Ariel collapsed forward instantly, elbows hitting the carpet, back arching obscenely. No trace of her former dignity as a warrior of the forest remained—just the shameless, swaying hips of a wanton whore. Her skirt was hiked up over her hips, lacy panties dangling off one ankle, everything bared and waiting.

(Heh… Perfect posture.)

I dragged my fingers through her dripping slit, feeling the slick evidence of her arousal.

"Oh nooo, Masterrr~ ♡"

Ariel glanced back over her shoulder, putting on an exaggerated pout.

"Ariel's pussy is allll slippery and messy~ ♡ It's in such a dirty state, you might have to punish me for being this lewd~ ♡"

Through our soul-bond, I could feel her rifling through thoughts of "what filthy words would please Master most?"

Squelch.

"NNGHAAH~! ♡ I-It's insideee! ♡ Master's big, thick cock is filling Ariel's most important placeeee~ ♡"

Running a hand down her bare back, I watched goosebumps break out across her sensitive skin—every heightened elven nerve ending responding to pleasure with terrifying efficiency.

"A noble elf like me, becoming nothing but a human's plaything… Ahhn~! ♡ Can you see this, oh spirits of the forest? ~♡"

Her thighs trembled violently. With every thrust, she moaned out taunts to her old comrades, getting off on her own degradation.

"More, moorree~ ♡ Ariel's obedient pussy is melting into the perfect shape for Master~ ♡"

Her scorching-hot walls clenched rhythmically around me. With every snap of my hips, the faint illusions of the forest in her mind warped further—her past rewritten in the ink of my dominance.

I twisted one of her pointed ears between my fingers.

"Make it filthier."

"Eeeee~! ♡♡ An elven maiden, ordered around by a human…! ♡"

She writhed dramatically, pitching her voice higher in a parody of distress.

"A-AHHH~! ♡ Master's cock is stuffing Ariel's slutty pussy sooo good~! ♡♡"

Her arousal dripped onto the carpet—no longer the essence of a proud elf, but the pure, slick joy of a well-trained pet.

The firelight slanted across the bedroom, casting long shadows as Ariel’s ragged breaths soaked into the carpet.

"Hah—! Nghaah! AHN!!!"

High-pitched, spasmodic moans ricocheted off the stone walls. Sweat plastered her silver hair to her back, her maid dress crumpled and twisted around her waist—her elven grace thoroughly obliterated.

I dragged my knees across the carpet, gripping her hips hard, shifting angles to deliver fast, shallow thrusts.

"Hyaa—ah?! ♡ N-No, Master, not this fast—! ♡"

Her fingers clawed and twisted the fabric beneath her, toes curling, knees buckling visibly—

Squelch—! Squelch—!

The wet noise grew suddenly louder. Something inside her released, and her walls clenched down harder than before, pulsing erratically.

"NGAHH—! ♡ I-It’s in my st-stomach—! ♡"

Ariel panted like she was on the verge of drooling, her sweat pooling in the small of her back, forming an actual puddle.

"What’s wrong, little elf?"

"I—I can’t! It’s too—♡ My head… my body… feels too good… ♡"

Her pupils drowned in pleasure, drool dripping down her collarbone. Her pointed ears twitched desperately, veins flaring along her neck.

I snapped my hips harder—brutal, piercing thrusts.

Thwack—! Thwack—!

A-ah! AH! AH!!! ♡♡

She lurched forward with each sharp piston, her silver hair thrashing wildly, body teetering on the edge.

"So this—is an elf’s breaking point?"

"Nngh… N-No…♡ Can still… take more… ♡"

Her voice wavered, but her body was honest—knees barely keeping her upright.

Then—

A quiet shimmer of mana flickered across her back, spreading like spider silk over her skin. Our soul-bond surged to its limits, her elven magic bleeding out as pure, unrestrained ecstasy.

"Coming—! ♡ M-Master, I’m—gonna—CUM! ♡"

"Tch. As if I’d let you."

I didn’t stop.

"Hold it back."

Ariel’s mind frayed at the seams—don't come before Master does—the instinct of a trained bitch forcing her to endure.

"…!! …kuh—! ♡"

Only strangled whimpers spilled out, echoing into the dim, firelit room.

Ariel… You ready?"

"Y-Yes…♡"

In the dimly lit room, the prostrated elf maid trembled as she nodded. Her silver hair was disheveled, the front of her maid dress hanging open, revealing pale skin glowing in the firelight.

I gripped her hips, pulling her flush against me—

GLUCK♡

"NnGAHHHHH~~~♡♡"

Her back arched violently. Pleasure shot through her from her toes to the top of her head, her throat trembling with groaned euphoria.

"Master…♡ Ariel…♡ Inside…♡♡"

"Say it."

"C-Cum inside me…♡ Put…♡♡ Your human seed… in this elf's sloppy cunt…♡♡"

The moment those words left her lips—

SLAM! SLAM!

My hips moved on instinct.

Her walls clenched desperately, milking me shamelessly as they pulsed around my cock.

"Hyaah~?! Master…! ♡"

Her voice cracked under the strain as I thrust deeper, harder—

"—Filling me~♡ So deep~♡"

Right as that broken, saccharine moan spilled out, I buried myself to the hilt—

SPURT—♡♡ SPLORCH! GLOORGH~♡

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHH────CK!♡"

The moment I flooded her, her body convulsed wildly, vibrations shaking right through me.

Our senses melded, becoming one as we drowned in pure sensation.

Ariel had embraced being stained in Master’s color—accepting that this pleasure surpassed any "pride" she once had.

And I—I reveled in the joy of a perfectly broken woman trembling in my grasp.

"…Haahhh… M-Master's…♡"

Ariel collapsed forward, panting, unable to even lift herself.

Completely ruined.

I pressed my hips against her—marking my conquest.

She wouldn’t be standing for a while.

Several Years Later

"…Please allow me to serve you tonight, Master."

Still wearing her elegant headband, Ariel dropped to all fours on the plush carpet. Her exposed back bore faint scratches from yesterday’s indulgence, her arched posture perfected by years of training—utterly completely broken in.

"You're late."

"Apologies… There was business in the city… ♡"

Even as she answered, her hips swayed subconsciously, displaying her already-drenched slit. Only her pointed ears betrayed her excitement, twitching at the sound of my footsteps.

—Schlorp♡

"Mmph~♡"

Even after hundreds of times, she still made the cutest noises as though it was her first. Those five years of meticulously trained reactions had become oddly endearing.

"You've been in perfect form lately."

"Yes… ♡"

A blush rose to her cheeks as she answered without turning around.

"As a whore made exclusively for Master… I’ve been getting much… much better at this… ♡"

Somehow, this thoroughly rehearsed line struck me as hilariously shameless today. I pulled her hips back and plunged deep.

Glursshh~♡!

"A-Aahn~♡! How fortunate… to be allowed entry… yet again… ♡"

Her back arched beautifully—her headband preserving the illusion of grace while her movements were purely obscene.

"…Which part feels best?"

"T-That’s… ♡"

Her shoulders shuddered delicately.

"E-Everywhere… that Master… connects with me like this… ♡"

I knew the strings of the split soul controlled her speech—but hearing it from that face was still amusing enough.

Switching to shallow thrusts at a new angle, I smirked.

"Then let’s focus here tonight."

"Kyaah~♡!… Y-Yes… please… ♡"

She adjusted instantly, rolling her hips instinctively—proof she’d learned exactly what angles pleased her most.

"…Ngh."

"…Mmm~♡"

We locked eyes—and laughed simultaneously. Like real lovers—no, something far more possessive.

"Master… ♡"

Ariel’s voice dripped with saccharine submission.

"Use me… more… ♡"

"Fufu… Master~♡"

Ariel gracefully raised her hips and straddled me. Her silver hair, adorned with a delicate headband, shimmered in the moonlight—five years hadn’t dulled her elven beauty in the slightest. If anything, she had only grown more radiant over the past year.

"I haven’t changed at all since that day, have I?"

The way her fingertips brushed her own pointed ears was now perfectly tailored to my tastes.

"No. You’re the most treasured asset in this city."

"I'm so happy…♡"

Flushed with faux bashfulness, she slowly lowered herself onto me.

♡Squelch♡

Deeper than usual—sheathing me to the hilt right from the start. Time had sculpted Ariel’s body to remember every contour of mine, taking me in like a perfect mold.

"Nnhaa…♡ Feeling you inside me every day… must have… reshaped me to your liking…♡"

The fireplace cast flickering shadows across her bare skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat along her collarbones—an eerie, seductive glow. She still faintly resembled the elven warrior I’d met five years ago, yet she was undeniably something else now.

My grip tightened on her waist.

"Ariel, during the merchant council the other day—"

"Ahhn!♡ Talking while you… move… is cheating…♡"

Yet even as she gasped, she began rocking her hips in rhythm, her body moving on pure instinct.

"—You did well appraising those elven artifacts."

"Mmm…♡ Because Master… taught me… everything…♡"

Her chest swayed beautifully, her back arching like a drawn bow. The moans spilling from her throat now were far more sinful than before.

♡Schlick♡ ♡Squelch♡

The rhythmic wet sounds made the fern-patterned bedding shudder beneath us.

"An elven body that doesn’t age… Convenient."

"Ehehe…♡"

A coy giggle escaped her as she let her silver hair cascade down.

"Then I can stay… exactly how Master likes me… forever…♡"

A breeze fluttered the curtains, bathing her skin in moonlight. The faint iridescent sheen of her sweat was uniquely elven—and mine alone.

"No matter how badly those guild merchants beg—"

My fingers gripped her chin.

"—you're mine."

"Yes!♡"

With a euphoric nod, she increased her pace, riding me with fervor.

"Forever… Master’s… elven whore…♡"

~♪…Mmmh… Aaaah…♪~

Ariel rode me passionately, her body swaying in the silver moonlight. Even after five years as my slave, her elven beauty remained flawless—her sweat-slicked silver hair shimmering, her pointed ears flushed, her grace undiminished yet now dripping with sin.

"Aaah… N-No, Master…♡"

"Hm?"

"Today… something's wrong with me…♡"

Her movements slowed, thighs trembling. Eyes damp, face scrunched in pleasure yet visibly aroused beyond reason.

"What is it?"

"D-Deeper inside… it's so hot…♡"

"?"

"I… I think I could get pregnant like this…"

I chuckled. An elf, bred by human seed? Impossible. That she'd even voice such delusions proved how thoroughly broken she was.

"Heh… Good fantasy."

My palm slid up to her navel. Her lower abdomen burned unusually warm, swollen soft as if her womb had truly awakened.

"But—"

Suddenly, I fisted her hair and yanked her upright.

"An elf who lives a thousand years, carrying my child—"

Thrust!

—"Is perfect."

The moment I sheathed fully, her cervix sucked at my tip with alarming hunger. Different. Wrong. Something had changed.

Squelch♡

"NGAH—?! ♡♡"

Ariel arched backward—only to immediately start riding me harder.

"…M-Master's thick cock…♡ My pussy… might really conceive…♡"

The slick dripping from her carried a thicker, cloying sweetness—as if her body truly prepared to receive.

"HAH! ♡ NNGH—! ♡♡"

Her back bent like a bow, maid skirt fluttering. Her headband tilted, silver strands plastered to her damp skin.

"Fine."

My fingers dug into her thighs.

"I'll swell this elf's belly with my seed myself!"

Those words lit her vision white. The split soul surged, artificially amplifying an impossible craving—breeding instinct.

"CUMMING…! I'M— NGH— CUMMING! ♡♡"

"…Then take it inside!"

I hauled her down brutally.

—SPLURT! ♡ GLOORGH! ♡

As heat flooded her, Ariel's womb convulsed, milking me with desperate pulls—like parched earth gulping first rain.

"HAaahh~♡♡♡ I-Inside…♡ Master's… so deep…♡♡"

"—Khhh!!"

Even I was dragged into the dizzying high—her body scorching with feverish heat, her walls clenched tighter than ever, sucking me dry with inhuman desperation.

Pulsing… pulsing…♡

"Nn… mmh…♡"

The subtle rhythm deep inside her—wet, breeding warmth. Together, we felt it—whatever I poured into her was being claimed.

"…Ah…!"

For just a split second, Ariel's pupils dilated violently. Something lurched—the split soul's control flickering as her true consciousness brushed against something wrong.

Then—

—Squelch♡

Her womb convulsed on its own, as if moving without her, greedily swallowing everything I'd pumped inside. The slick flutter of her soaked lower belly wasn't pleasure—not anymore. It was preparation. A biological surrender.

"—!!"

Ariel panted soundlessly.

Her face showed no joy—only unconscious submission. Trembling lips, shallow breath, heartbreakingly stunning in total helplessness. There was no fleeing what her body had accepted.

My fingers trailed down her heated abdomen, my palm pressing against the unmistakable firmness beneath. Her deepest walls still pulsed, clinging with a suffocating, organic warmth as she held me inside.

"…You good with this?"

(Useless question. She lost the right to answer long ago.)

Slowly, slowly, she closed her eyes—long silver lashes fluttering as a single tear rolled down.

Her lips parted.

"……Yes."

A whisper.

Unfiltered.

Truth.

Ariel sat nestled among plush cushions, her hands gently tracing the rounded curve of her belly. The golden morning light streamed through the window, making her porcelain skin and silver hair gleam. Her pointed ears, tied back with ribbon, twitched slightly—adorable as ever.

"Look… Master… she kicked just now…♡"

With a soft giggle, she pressed against the left side of her stomach, where a tiny flutter of movement stirred beneath her fingertips.

(…So, it truly is growing.)

Almost unconsciously, I reached out to touch her, my fingers brushing against the warmth beneath her softened skin. A strange sense of satisfaction settled in my chest—something alive, pressing back from within.

"I wonder… if she’ll be a little girl… what will she look like?♡"

Ariel closed her eyes in contentment, her voice dreamy.

"Silver-haired, with cute pointed ears… just how Master likes…♡"

"And if she grows up soft and obedient like me… always wet and ready between her legs… wouldn’t that be perfect?♡"

For an instant, her gaze flickered—fixating on some distant point as my desires poured into her through the split soul. Even forced, her words carried a frightening sincerity—a wish that sounded eerily genuine.

"For all our lives… this child and I… we’ll make you happy, Master…♡"

That declaration—some grotesque fusion of natural maternal instinct and artificial devotion—sent an uncanny thrill down my spine. She was joyful about this unnatural conception, embracing it from the depths of her tattered soul.

"Hmph… I’ll take you up on that."

My fingers tangled in her silver locks, once the hair of a proud warrior, now framing the face of a blissful broodmare dreaming of a dynasty of servitude.

"Yes…♡"

Cradling her swollen belly, she smiled—languid and sinfully sweet.

"I’ll raise her… to be exactly the kind of slut Master loves…♡"

A breeze fluttered the curtains, a fleeting whisper through the chamber.

The forest she once vowed to protect was long gone.

Now, what grew inside her—was a life destined for eternal submission.