Deep Night Romance (2)
The woman's body, flushed by the teasing stimulation that cruelly circled without touching the core, began to tremble in search of greater pleasure. Every nerve that had longed for ecstatic rapture grew acutely sensitive to receive the sensations, and even the light kisses brushing the surroundings of her breasts sent subtle waves of pleasure through her. Each time Neromeltia pressed her lips to her skin, the faint breath that accompanied it only fanned the flames of desire higher.
Smack. "Hah...!!" The kisses that had tormented only the edges suddenly claimed the sensitive peak. Neromeltia enveloped the already erect nipple with her crimson lips and gave it a deep kiss. Nella arched her back as if struck by lightning, her body quivering violently from the sharp pleasure. "Hngh...! Ngh...!! Hnn...!!"
Neromeltia looked up at Nella, who reacted so intensely to a single kiss, and smiled with seductive allure. She began to suck on the swollen nipple, rolling the thick, erect bud with her tongue inside her mouth. Each movement made Nella twist her head to the side or tilt it back, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"...I... in front of the guest room... hnn...!! I sweated so much... ngh...! It probably smells..."
"That's what makes it good. Your scent is sweet, Nella."
"Hnnn...!!!"
Nella, who had pleasured herself while watching the Demon Lord and her secretary make love, had grown so aroused that she had sweated heavily. Afterward, she had forced her boiling desire down and continued working without bathing. Though she had bathed after training earlier in the day, the fresh sweat made her worry—especially as a woman.
Recalling her earlier self-pleasure, Nella grew anxious that Neromeltia, whose face was half-buried in her breasts, might notice an unpleasant odor. Yet that very act had heated her body, intensifying the sweet, natural scent of her skin, which Neromeltia found all the more appealing. She loved the clean scent of soap on a freshly bathed woman, but she also adored this primal, pure fragrance that stirred raw desire.
Contrary to Nella's fears, Neromeltia felt no hesitation. To reassure her, she openly expressed her fondness and intensified the foreplay, conveying her sincerity through action. She released the nipple she had been sucking and licking so lewdly, then moved to the other side. With two fingers she pinched and rolled the saliva-slick, glistening bud while her crimson lips claimed the opposite nipple. She lightly bit the areola with her teeth to hold it in place, then flicked and swirled her tongue firmly against the nipple.
The more provocative foreplay drew longer, hotter moans from Nella. Having her areola lightly bitten made the nipple even more sensitive as blood flow was restricted, and the unpredictable rolling and stimulation sent sharp, dizzying pleasure through her. Unpredictable touches from another always felt far more intense than anything one could anticipate and brace for. Neromeltia's lewd tongue play was relentless, seeking out every weakness with varying pressure—sometimes soft licks, sometimes firm presses—as if reading Nella's senses in real time.
The nipple that had already tasted that wicked tongue was now hypersensitive; even simple fingering or rubbing sent powerful jolts through her. Slurp. "Hnnngh...!!! Ngh...!! Hng...!!" Just as Nella was lost in the intense pleasure from her breasts, a sudden new sensation struck. Neromeltia's hand had slipped inside her underwear. The sticky, wet sound from the soaked fabric sent a sharp thrill through her. Though Neromeltia had only brushed the thick flesh of her outer lips and the surrounding area, Nella let out a long, loud cry. The soft voice vanished, replaced by thin, high-pitched moans of overwhelming pleasure. Realizing how loud she had been, she bit her lip and tried desperately to stay quiet, terrified that someone might have heard her wanton cries.
Neromeltia gazed at her with eyes full of affection and amusement. "Hehe. I cast a soundproofing spell the moment we entered this room, so don't worry. You could scream as loud as you want and no one would hear."
"Ugh..."
Embarrassed that her flustered, shameful thoughts had been seen through, Nella flushed and turned her head away. But Neromeltia's mischievous fingers refused to let her hide her feelings. "Kyaaah...!!!" Nella's hips shot upward as if electrocuted. Neromeltia's hand, which had only been teasing the surroundings, finally touched her clitoris. She peeled back the hood with her index and ring fingers, then brushed the sensitive nub with her middle finger. The stimulation on that most sensitive center eclipsed every previous sensation. Nella had no sexual experience whatsoever, and even her masturbation earlier had been her first; she had never touched her clitoris during it. This was the first time in her life she had felt pleasure there.
Combined with a body already burning with arousal and heightened sensitivity, plus the fact that it was her very first experience, the pleasure from that bundle of nerves was so violent it could only be called overwhelming. "Hngh...!!! Hah...!! Kgh...!!! Khnn...!!!" Though her waist was slim and her abdomen bore clear, firm abs, her hips and buttocks were generously developed, proudly displaying feminine allure. Those attractive hips and rear twisted and shook, desperately signaling that the pleasure was too intense to bear. Nella felt immense joy from the sensations, yet the overwhelming ecstasy made her body writhe uncontrollably.
Neromeltia did not stop the violence named pleasure. Her touch was not forceful—she merely grazed the surface and applied light pressure. Yet Nella's already erect clitoris had been standing stiff before the touch, and even this gentle stimulation was more than her hypersensitive flesh could endure. 'It's not just because it's her first time... Could it be because she's an orc?' Neromeltia analyzed inwardly. While not certain, it felt plausible. Orcs were a race with strong primal instincts. Though powerful, they had often become prey to even stronger species. They had learned knowledge, built systems, and achieved civilization for survival, yet their essential nature remained. They were a people who roamed forests and mountains, hunting and being hunted. The wildness etched in their blood drove them to be honest with primal desires. They prepared for war to survive, secured food to survive—and the same applied to intercourse. The reproductive urge for the sake of the species translated into burning lust, and that lust reshaped the body for mating. Even if the partner could not reproduce, once desire ignited, lust followed. As lust surged, the body grew extremely sensitive for intercourse.
Neromeltia believed this explained Nella's current hypersensitivity—and she was right. "Hnn...!! It's... ngh...!! too much...!! Hah...!! M-My Lord...!!!" The rigid military tone had vanished completely, leaving only the fragile, pitiful voice of a woman. Her reason had flown so far that she could no longer judge her own appearance; she could only plead like a delicate girl. Her voice, carrying a slight husky quality unique to Nella and a boyish charm, now whimpered in thin, high tones. The sight stirred powerful desire in Neromeltia, perfectly matching her tastes.
Thrust! "Kyaaahhhhh...!!!" As if possessed, Neromeltia slid her fingers into Nella's depths. After the clitoral stimulation had already reduced her to tears and pleas, she added penetration, signaling the true beginning of intercourse. Squish! Thrust! Squelch! Thrust! Thrust! "Hek...!! Kgh...!!! Khk...!!! Hik...!!!" Nella's passage was already flooded with nectar. Had she not been an orc, one might have worried her Bartholin's glands were damaged from the sheer volume pouring out. Her untouched channel was extremely tight and gripped fiercely, yet Neromeltia's fingers moved freely thanks to the abundant, slick lubricant that overflowed.
Tap! Tap! Splash!! Nella's tight shorts were becoming a hindrance to the intensifying act. Though practical with their short length, they looked incredibly lewd. The pure white panties clung tightly to her large, elastic hips and pelvis. Neromeltia, focused on the act, unfastened the obstructing button, pulled down both shorts and panties at once, and tossed them onto the floor. They landed with an obscene wet sound, soaked through. If her clothes were this drenched, Nella's state was obvious. Her entrance had parted slightly from extreme arousal, and nectar visibly trickled from within the lewd opening. The sight, more lascivious than imagined, brought a tender, affectionate expression to Neromeltia's face as she buried her head between Nella's thighs. The faintly sour-sweet scent of an aroused woman's nectar brushed her senses, tempting her to indulge. Neromeltia found it incredibly sweet.
Thrust!!! "Hikhhnnn...!!!" Neromeltia's long tongue forced its way into the narrow, nectar-slick passage. Though the inexperienced channel remained tight, the aroused body welcomed the living tongue smoothly, guiding it deeper as if alive. Yet while her insides acted so eagerly, Nella's body folded nearly in half, convulsing violently. Her back arched sharply backward, her head thrown back without limit. Both hands clutched the bedsheets as if to tear them, and every toe curled tightly. She expressed the intensity of her pleasure through every part of her body.
"Hahk...!! Hngh...!! Hnnn...!!" Half out of her mind, she twisted and made incoherent sounds. There was no trace of composure—only the desperate sobs of a body driven to the edge. Yet the deeply inserted tongue sought only the end. Thrust! Thrust! Squelch! Thrust! Press! "Higghhh...!!! Hnnngh...!!!! Haaah...!!! Aaaahhhhh...!!!!" Like a snake thrashing desperately inside a bottle to survive, Neromeltia's tongue began to violently stir Nella's insides. It might have seemed almost sadistic, but Neromeltia refused to let Nella's first experience end ambiguously. She wanted her to experience everything fully—fluttering conversation, sweet foreplay, thrilling intercourse, and a climax that stole her breath. If Nella was struggling, she would help her reach that peak quickly rather than prolong it.
Except for Lusteria, who was born a succubus, even Beatrice would have needed the time it took to finish a cup of tea to climax from this level of stimulation. But Nella, whose orc body was honest with lust and whose desire had been suppressed all day until it reached a boiling point, reached her peak in an instant—far faster than the time spent on foreplay. Her pleasure surged at a terrifying speed, losing any concept of plateau and climbing endlessly. At some point, her passage began to clench and spasm violently. "Hikhhhhhhhh...!!!! Hnnnghhhh...!!!! Khhh...!!!! Haaahhhhh...!!!!" The muscles inside alternated rapidly between contraction and relaxation, signaling orgasm. Strong jets of nectar flowed over Neromeltia's tongue and flooded her mouth. The intense cries continued, long and seemingly endless, as if she might pass out from lack of air. The pitiful body rode the crashing waves of pleasure, convulsing violently as if in seizure. This powerful climax lasted as long as it took to empty a cup of tea.
"Hek...!!! Hik...!!! Hngh...!!! Hik...!!!" Even after the storm-like orgasm passed, Nella's body continued to tremble, her breathing and moans tangled into broken sounds. Whenever Neromeltia's tongue, still inside her, moved even slightly and brushed her walls, her hips twitched upward. Slurp. "Khhnnn..." Finally, Neromeltia's tongue withdrew, signaling the end. Nella's body remained extremely sensitive and hot; her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding as if it might burst. Yet having reached climax once, her body was clearly calming, and the deep satisfaction of having her long-pent-up desire finally released filled her with profound ecstasy. A powerful sense of exhaustion she rarely felt even after intense training, accompanied by deep comfort. Nella found the entire experience incredibly alluring and blissful.
"Hah... hah... hah..." As her breathing gradually steadied and her mind cleared, Nella finally saw Neromeltia looking down at her. The Demon Lord's entire face was drenched, droplets falling from her chin. Through flickering memories, Nella realized the liquid soaking the Demon Lord's face was her own nectar and felt overwhelming embarrassment. Though she lacked the strength to speak even a single word, her trembling gaze conveyed every emotion like a candle in the wind. Yet Neromeltia only smiled brightly and gently draped her own body over Nella's. Her soft, enchanting breasts enveloped Nella's firm, elastic ones, pressing pleasantly together. Their toned abdomens met, sharing warmth—Nella's defined muscles against Neromeltia's smooth lower belly. Their smooth, firm legs tangled deeply the moment they touched, savoring each other's skin. Smiling with affection, Neromeltia met Nella's eyes and pressed a kiss to her soft lips.
Smack! An unfamiliar texture and scent traveled along Neromeltia's tongue into Nella's mouth. Nella instantly understood what it was—the lewd mixture of her own sticky nectar and Neromeltia's saliva. That thick, hot fluid mingled during the deep, passionate kiss as their tongues danced and ceaselessly mixed with each other's. Neromeltia had clearly known this and kissed her on purpose. Yet Nella did not dislike the strange, intimate mingling. When the long, sticky, sensual kiss finally ended, their breaths—warm with affection—mingled, and a glistening thread stretched between their lips. They accepted the fruit of their mingled saliva as their own. "How did it taste?" Neromeltia whispered into Nella's ear, still wearing a radiant smile full of playful energy. Nella did not bother answering. Instead, she lifted her head and kissed the Demon Lord once more of her own volition. That single kiss, given by Nella's own will, carried more meaning than any words. Neromeltia cherished the warm affection and the inner peace Nella had finally found.
Soon after, having exhausted all her strength, Nella drifted into a blissful, exhausted sleep. She buried her face in Neromeltia's embrace, using her arm as a pillow, and fell asleep while holding each other. Feeling the warmth of each other's bodies, wrapped in the Demon Lord's gentle, soothing touch, she sank into sweet slumber beneath the soft canopy bedding and surrounded by cute teddy bears. The moment Nella crossed the threshold into sleep, Neromeltia whispered softly into her ear. "And so Nella was happy."