"I really am too soft-hearted for this."
I set the saw down. Below, the blood Astaroth had shed pooled across the floor, and I picked up the two ears I'd sawed off her.
"Cutting just one already hurts my heart this much. How could she have cut off so many? Unbelievable."
It took everything I had just to cut one ear, and it agonized me, yet how had Astaroth managed to cut the ears off every single elf without exception? Her cruelty genuinely made my blood boil.
"Hey, wake up. I know you're still fine."
I slipped my fingers into Astaroth's pussy. This suited me far better than tormenting with violence. Having passed out the moment her ear was severed, she came to at the touch of my fingers.
"Hic, hnngh."
Astaroth began to weep pitifully. I scraped my fingers inside her walls again as I scolded her.
