Chapter 347
Chapter 347
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 347
Chapter Title: Chapter 8-1. Country of the Dragonkin, Reillysa.
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Celine began breathing a little more heavily. She swallowed hard. Though she had no experience, she felt like she could do at least as well as Arhil. Whatever Arhil was doing, she was sure she could do it too. She was confident. If only he'd let her, she'd gladly do it for Yuda.
Celine stared at Yuda's naked body with piercing intensity. Swallowing again, she gazed at Arhil writhing atop him.
With a dazed expression, Arhil let out ecstatic moans, her body gone limp like a doll, moving only in response to Yuda's motions. Celine slipped her hand beneath the soft silk of her nightgown.
Instinctively, she touched her privates over her underwear.
'...She's wet.'
She could feel the dampness through the fabric. She pressed her finger firmly against the soaked spot.
"!"
Her body jerked like a fish yanked from the water.
"Huu... Huuu..."
She clenched her mouth shut and exhaled in tiny breaths. Her escaping breaths trembled. Was it because she was watching Yuda's bare body? Celine felt her own body heating up. She'd never felt like this before. She'd had no interest, let alone curiosity, in such things, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from Yuda roughly thrusting into Arhil.
Celine swallowed again. She began rubbing her fingers slowly over the fabric. Her body twitched involuntarily, on the verge of moaning like Arhil.
"Huu, huuuu...!"
Afraid her moans would burst out, she pulled up her nightgown and bit into it. She felt the fabric soaking with saliva, but it muffled her voice. And it made it easier to touch her privates below.
Tzujuk! Tzueop!
Celine felt deeply ashamed at masturbating in the hallway where someone might come by at any moment, but she couldn't leave. She didn't care if anyone came.
"Ahuk! Y-Yudaaa...! Just a little... Huung! S-Slowlyyy... Huuuuk!"
Paang, paang!
Inside the room, Arhil's hips slapped against Yuda's thighs. Just moments ago, Arhil had been riding atop Yuda, bouncing away, but now their positions had switched. Yuda had grabbed Arhil's hips—her legs spread wide in an M-shape—and risen to his knees, thrusting his hips upward to impale her.
Arhil floated into the air, then gravity pulled her back down, swallowing Yuda's penis to the hilt in one go. Again and again.
Once.
Twice.
Arhil flailed helplessly, then dropped her head limply. She bit down hard on Yuda's nape as if to stifle her moans, but that lasted only a moment.
"Kyahuuk! Kyahaat!?"
Reaching climax, Arhil screamed out in a piercing moan, her body shuddering violently. Her hips and thighs convulsed, love juices dripping steadily to soak the carpet below. Utterly spent, Arhil hung limp, clinging tightly to Yuda's neck to keep from falling.
Panting raggedly—ssok ssok—she gasped for air, then urgently pleaded as Yuda moved again.
"W-Wait just a momeeent...! My body's stiiill...!? Ah, ah! Ah! Hua! Kyahaaa!"
No matter how desperately Arhil begged for a brief rest, Yuda refused, lifting his hips again. Arhil floated up so high that Yuda's glans barely caught at her entrance, then dropped swiftly. Timing it perfectly, Yuda thrust upward once more, pounding hard against her womb.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Celine envied Arhil's freedom to scream. The wet squelching—chilchok chilchok paang paang—sounded utterly obscene. Watching it all, Celine bit down hard on the fabric in her mouth. But even so, faint moans leaked from her lips.
"Huu! Huuuu!"
Her fingers rubbing over her panties quickened. Love juices poured out, soaking through; now, squeezing would wring them free.
Jjit—jjit!
Pleasure surged from below, melting her body. Strength drained away. It felt like an electric shock tingling from her core. But as the sensation faded, she gripped her panties and yanked them aside.
The drenched fabric stretched, digging into the slit of her privates.
"Huuuuwuu!"
—Aaaang!
The pleasure was utterly different from fingering; a moan exploded from her mouth. Had she been caught? Her heart pounded wildly. Fortunately, Arhil moaned at the same moment, so it seemed unheard.
She slowly released the tightly pulled panties. As the pressure on her clit eased and the fabric slipped from her slit—with no further stimulation—her body climaxed on its own, squirting love juices.
Ppusht, pfoosh—like urinating, fluids sprayed, her thighs convulsing. Looking down at her trembling body, the saliva-soaked fabric fell from her mouth. Drool overflowed her lips, dripping down.
Seuup—wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared at it. Her masturbating hand glistened with fluids in the light.
Huu... Huu...
Breathing lightly, Celine peered through the door crack again. Yuda had apparently changed positions; Arhil was now on all fours like a dog on the bed. Utterly drained, her knees buckled, arms giving out as she collapsed forward, ass high in the air. As Arhil panted, her eyes met Celine's.
"Ah... Ah?"
Arhil's pupils dilated hugely, contracting sharply. Her already flushed face burned even redder. Celine saw it clearly.
"Y-Yuda! W-Waiiit!?"
She desperately called Yuda's name like a child seeking her mother, but he took it as pleading and seized her ass with both hands. At his firm grip, Arhil moaned, and soon his long shaft began piercing her depths.
Puuuuk!
As his penis pushed deep into the quivering pink flesh slick with juices, Arhil gagged, mouth agape. Then she began sobbing.
"Ahuuuk! Hua, ah! Hugrrrut! Y-Yuhudaaa! Hit! Hyaaa!"
Aware of Celine watching, shame, humiliation, and pleasure twisted Arhil's face into helpless ecstasy as she yielded powerlessly to Yuda.
Was it so good she couldn't move, speak, her strength utterly gone?
Celine swallowed, staring at Yuda's penis.
If she were a man, she'd admire Arhil's beautiful ass and thighs in doggy position, but Celine's gaze was different.
She focused on Yuda's shaft and its motions. Watching that murderous rod plunge inside made her heart race.
Celine pushed aside her panties—still wedged in her dripping slit like a soaked sponge—and fearfully slid one finger into her privates.
For all her long life, nothing had ever entered that hole. Even just the first knuckle made her body tense—jjubit—her tail whipping wildly on its own.
"Huuuuwuuu!"
Imagining her finger as Yuda's penis, she moved it. Too scared to thrust deep, but even so, faint pleasure satisfied her.
Chilchok chilchok!
Just a knuckle or two in and out, yet the wet sounds of flesh and juices mingled endlessly.
"N-No moreee! Hwaang, ah! I-I'm cummiiing!"
Ppusht! Pfoosh!
"Kyaha aaaat! N-Nooo! Stop, no more! Hkyaa, kyahuuwuk! Hua, ah, ahgut!"
Arhil's moans came with sprays of juice. Celine's finger matched Yuda's thrusting speed into Arhil. Yuda, aiming to cum with her, panted heavily and drove deep.
"Grhuuuut!"
Climaxing, Yuda froze like time had stopped. Arhil's ass quivered puddlpuddle as she drooled vacantly onto the sheets.
Watching, Celine halted her finger. Fingers weren't enough. This wasn't sufficient. To cool her fevered body, she needed Yuda's.
'I want it. I want it. I want it!'
Unbearable lust surged. Backing off now meant forever losing her chance. Arhil's dazed face seemed to mock her.
She couldn't lose to a mere human.
She wouldn't yield Yuda so easily.
Gathering courage from who-knows-where, Celine stood and flung the door open.
As the door burst wide and Celine stormed in, Yuda—having just pulled his deeply ejaculating penis from Arhil—spun around in shock.
He'd known Celine was peeping, but never expected her to barge in so boldly.
"...!"
But Yuda wasn't the only shocked one—Celine too. The courage that propelled her inside vanished the instant she saw his spent shaft, limp after multiple ejaculations. Her face flushed, mind blanking.
The mysterious bravery evaporated.
"Ah? Uh?"
Standing dumbly, only her tail swished. Yuda faltered, unsure what to say. As the two stared awkwardly, Arhil—rousing from her haze—sat up, breathing heavily. Spotting Celine, she smiled mysteriously.
"Come here. Why stand there so blankly?"
"Arhil?"
"What's with that face? You plan to just let her go?"
Arhil grinned cheekily at Yuda's surprised question. She felt amazing. The potent alcohol buzzed hard, Yuda had accepted her confession and filled her womb with his seed. His boldness had satisfied her to exhaustion. Celine peeping was embarrassing, but whatever. She knew her feelings, and ignoring that pitiful face at the door crack was beyond her soft heart.
'I've sinned against that Tiara woman too, in a way.'
Better two than one to persuade Tiara. Arhil's kindness was real, but calculated too. Oblivious, Celine thrilled at the unexpected support.
'I thought she'd see me as a brazen thief after Yuda...!'
Gratitude swelled. Arhil had regenerated her severed arm and tail—another benefactor after Yuda—and the only human she'd slightly opened to on this journey.
Now just Yuda's permission. Celine gazed pleadingly, lifting her dress hem. Her soaked panties, unable to absorb more, dripped steadily from her slit.
"Oh my."
Arhil covered her mouth in surprise at the lewd sight. She'd thought herself a heavy squirter, but Celine was no slouch.
Yuda, certain this was a dilemma when Celine entered, felt grateful yet sorry at Arhil's consideration.
"Yuda. Though my body is lacking, will you... accept me? Please."
Blushing, exposing herself, Celine begged. Yuda knew he wasn't so great that a noble dragonkin would humble herself thus, but he didn't derail the positive flow. With mixed feelings, he nodded at Celine. Stripped bare, was this moment good or bad? Obviously good.
"Th-Thank you!"
If anyone should thank, it was Yuda.