Marking Her Territory
"Aaaahhh—!"
Hans’s back arched like a bow. An unbearable climax surged up his spine and slammed into his brain. Spurt!Spuuurt!Spluuurt! Thick ropes of white semen erupted from the tip of his cock.
"Haa… haa… ugh…!" The volume was almost violent. Scorching cum splattered across Eila’s pale breasts, her collarbone, and even her delicately raised chin. The smooth skin revealed by her open bathrobe was instantly painted with streaks of milky fluid.
……
A heavy silence fell. Hans collapsed onto the bed like a man drained of all life, chest heaving. His vision flickered white. It felt as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.
Once his mind began to return, a bolt of fear struck him. Crazy… I just came all over her face.
He cautiously opened his eyes and studied Eila’s expression. Would she be angry? Disgusted? But her reaction was completely unexpected.
She was staring down at the sticky fluid coating her breasts and stomach with the wide-eyed fascination of a child discovering a strange new creature.
"This is… Hans’s scent…" She scooped a thick dollop from her cleavage with her fingertip and slowly brought it to her lips.
"E-Eila?! That’s dirty, you shouldn’t—"
Before he could stop her, she slipped the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmm…" Her brows furrowed slightly. "It’s fishy. A little salty, too." The analysis was clinical, yet her cheeks were flushed a deep, telling crimson. "Still… it’s not bad. Is it because it’s yours, Hans?"
She licked her lips with deliberate sensuality, smiling like a temptress.
"I-I’m sorry! I’ll get a towel right away!" Hans fumbled for the edge of the bedsheet.
Tap. Eila seized his wrist.
"Stay still." Her eyes glittered with dangerous interest. "We’re not finished yet."
"Huh?"
"I read about it in a book. After a man cums once… his senses become extremely sensitive." She pushed him back toward the headboard. Then, with a soft rustle, she slid the bathrobe off her shoulders.
Thud. The robe pooled on the floor, revealing her completely naked body. The sleek line of her waist without an ounce of fat, the firm swell of her breasts, the long, pale legs flowing from her narrow hips—her form was breathtaking under the lamplight.
But what captured Hans’s gaze most intensely was the space between her thighs. A sparse patch of light brown pubic hair shyly framed her folds. Her pink petals had parted slightly from arousal, glistening with nectar.
"I’ll… I’ll do it." Eila climbed atop his pelvis with a look of grim determination. In the cowgirl position, she grasped his softening cock and rubbed the head against her slick entrance. The lewd, wet sounds of mixed fluids filled the room.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hngh…!" Every time the sensitive glans brushed her swollen clit, her body twitched violently. Whether from her eager touch or the obscene sight before him, Hans’s cock—thought to be spent—began to twitch and swell again. In moments it stood rigidly upright, prodding between her ass cheeks.
"Ah…" Eila bit her lip. Now that she was trying to take him, his size looked impossibly huge. The book only said it would feel good if I put it in…
She lifted her hips, aimed his cock with one hand, and slowly lowered herself.
"Uuuugh…!" A pained groan tore from her throat. It wouldn’t go in. Her entrance was far too tight, and he was far too thick. Only the very tip of the glans had managed to wedge inside; anything more was impossible.
"Eila, don’t force it!" Hans cried in concern, trying to sit up.
"Shut up…!" She shoved his shoulders down, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I told you to stay still… Just shut up and take what’s yours…"
It was pure stubborn pride. The fear that if she stopped now, she might never be able to do it. And the fierce possessiveness screaming that she wanted this man inside her more than anything.
Eila drew a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and slammed her hips down with all her weight.
Squuuish—!
"Kyaaaaah!" A scream accompanied the brutal penetration. The agonizing sensation of her inner walls tearing, the rupture of her hymen—yet Eila didn’t stop. She forced herself down until she had swallowed every last inch.
"Haa… haa… ugh…" She buried her face in his chest and sobbed. It hurt so much. It felt like her body was being split in half.
"Are you okay? Eila?" Hans gently stroked her back. At his touch, her body trembled violently.
"It hurts… it hurts so much… You liars… You said it would feel good…" She weakly punched his chest with her fists. Yet she didn’t pull away.
Hans waited patiently until she calmed. Even inside her, her scorching inner walls gripped him like a vice. The pressure was beyond imagination for her first time.
A moment later.
"Move… please…" Eila lifted her head and whispered. Her tear-filled eyes sparkled with provocation. "If you just stay still… it only hurts. Move… make it feel good for me."
It was an order, but her voice shook. Hans swallowed hard.
"Understood. Tell me if it hurts." He gripped her hips firmly with both hands and slowly thrust upward.
"Hngh!" His cock scraped along her tight walls as he withdrew, then plunged deep again. Squelch. Squish. The initial friction gradually eased as her abundant nectar and blood coated him.
"Haaau… mmm…" Eila’s moans began to change. The pained cries slowly melted into sweet, nasal whimpers laced with pleasure.
Hans gradually increased his pace. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of pelvis meeting pelvis filled the room.
"There… ah! N-no! That’s too deep!" When he changed angles and struck that sensitive spot deep inside, Eila thrashed wildly. An electric pleasure that threatened to melt her brain raced up her spine.
"Does it feel good, Eila?"
"I don’t know! Shut up! Harder! Harder!" She had clearly forgotten any pain. She began rolling her own hips, squeezing his cock with desperate hunger—an instinctual mating dance.
Hans could hold back no longer. He flipped her onto her back and took the dominant position.
"Now I’ll do it my way."
"Ah, wait—! So suddenly— kyaaah!"
Hans’s frenzy began in earnest. His first time with Masa had mostly been her riding him; this was his first time taking control in missionary. But he possessed a vast library of porn knowledge from his previous life. Recalling techniques he had seen on screen, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her like a beast.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ah, ahn! Haaang! Yes! Hans! Hanssss!" Eila’s head thrashed from side to side. Her hair was matted with sweat, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth. The cool, elegant receptionist had vanished, replaced by a woman lost in ecstasy.
"Cum inside me! Fill me up! It’s okay if I get pregnant! Stuff me full!"
Her desperate cries completely snapped the last thread of Hans’s reason.
"Here I come, Eila!" With one final, impossibly deep thrust, he pressed against her cervix.
Spuuurt! Spurt! Spuuuuuuurt—!
His second climax. Thicker, hotter semen than before flooded her womb completely.
"Aaaaaahng—!" Eila arched her back sharply as she reached her own peak. Her inner walls convulsed, milking his cock with rhythmic spasms.
The two clung to each other with crushing strength, savoring the lingering aftershocks for a long while.
It was three in the morning. After their storm of passion, Hans had fallen into a deep sleep. Snoring away without a care in the world, his face looked almost innocently boyish.
But Eila could not sleep. No—she didn’t want to. She lay on her side, chin propped on her hand, staring intently at his face. Her fingers slowly traced his lips, the bridge of his nose, the line of his neck.
My man.
A surge of possessive pride filled her chest. Tonight, she had finally become a woman—and the owner of this man.
Yet she was anxious. He was far too attractive. Through the thick lenses of infatuation, he looked more dangerously captivating than any other man in the world. The innkeeper Masa, that arrogant knight Karen, and the other women in town. She didn’t know when those bitches might try to steal him.
I need to mark him.
Eila’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light. She rose and buried her face against the side of his neck. Pressing her lips to his skin, she sucked hard.
Chup. Chuuuuup.
"Mmm…" Hans stirred but did not wake. Eila didn’t stop. Neck, collarbone, even places just barely hidden by his shirt collar—she obsessively left vivid red kiss marks. Strong enough to bruise.
Before long, red flowers had bloomed all across Hans’s upper body. Eila smiled in satisfaction.
"Hehe…" Now the other bitches would know. They would see exactly who this man belonged to. A clear warning not to overstep.
"You’re mine, Hans." She whispered into his ear and burrowed into his embrace. Surrounded by the mingled scents of man and herself beneath the sheets, she finally closed her eyes in relief.
"Mmm…" Hans woke to a heavy pressure. Morning sunlight streamed through the window. I slept well… but why does my body feel so heavy? It was as if sleep paralysis had pinned his lower half.
He rubbed his eyes blearily and lifted the blanket.
"Huk!" The sight beneath the covers was shocking. Eila had her face buried between his legs. His morning wood stood rigid, completely engulfed in her mouth.
"Slurp… chup… lick…"
"E-Eila?!" At his startled cry, she lifted her head, releasing him with a wet pop. Her hair was tousled, she wore only his loose white shirt, and her lips glistened with saliva.
"You’re awake?" She smiled sweetly. "This is my breakfast. I was a little hungry."
"But doing this first thing in the morning…"
"Why? Don’t you like it?" She gave him a seductive glance and swallowed him to the root again.
Gulk. Urk. The deepthroat pushed straight into her throat. The warm, wet sensation assaulted his brain from the moment he woke.
"Uuuugh… Eila…!" The cool dignity from last night was gone; only the instincts of a lewd female remained. She sucked his cock like candy while gazing up at him with needy eyes.
I don’t want to go to work. Her gaze seemed to say she wanted to stay in this bed all day—forever, if possible.
In the end, Hans had his vitality thoroughly drained from the very start of the day. Eila’s morning blowjob only ended when it was nearly time to leave for work.
"Don’t go… Come to work with me…" At the front door, Eila clung to the hem of his coat. She was dressed in nothing but a thin slip and a loosely draped bathrobe as she saw him off.
"I have to work too. I’ll see you at the guild, Eila." Hans barely managed to soothe her and practically fled the lodging.
His legs were shaking. She’s terrifying… She really might suck me dry until there’s nothing left. Yet a silly grin kept creeping across his face. The sense of conquest at having claimed a cool beauty, combined with her blind affection—it wasn’t bad. No, it was the best.
Humming a cheerful tune, he headed for the inn.
Hans opened the inn door with light steps. The lobby was quiet. It was still early morning, so there were apparently no guests yet.
Is Masa in the kitchen? I should sneak upstairs and rest a bit. He tiptoed toward the stairs.
That was when it happened.
"Where do you think you’re sneaking off to like a thieving cat?" A chilling voice pierced him from behind.
Hans froze on the spot. Slowly, he turned around.
In the shadowed corner of the counter sat Masa. Arms crossed, she stared at him with an expressionless face.
"Ah, Masa. You were here. Haha… I just went for an early morning walk…"
"A walk?" Masa stood up. Click. Click. The sound of her heels echoed unnaturally loud.
"A walk that lasts all night, including sleeping over?"
"That’s… I had a drink somewhere else and it got late…"
A blatant lie. Masa approached until she stood right in front of him. Then she sniffed.
"The smell." Her eyes sharpened. "A disgusting scent. A very strong… bitch in heat scent."
"What? What smell are you—"
"Lavender. And the scent of night-blooming flowers." She suddenly grabbed his collar. "Where have you been rolling around?"
"M-Masa! Calm down! Please let go…"
Her gaze locked onto his neck. The vivid red marks blooming above his shirt collar—kiss marks.
"……!"
Masa’s pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck. Then, in an instant, her face twisted into something demonic.
"Hoho… hohohohoho…" A bizarre laugh escaped her. "Which bitch was it?"
Her hand tightened around his throat.
"Who is the thieving cat that dared to leave dirty scribbles on my baby’s body?! Tell me!!!"
Crunch. Her nails dug into his skin. Even as Hans choked and gasped for air, instinct told him: Masa was not in her right mind right now. He might actually die.
"M-Masa… it’s not like that…"
"Speak. It was that prim and proper receptionist bitch, wasn’t it? Right? You didn’t come back after going to the guild yesterday… It has to be her…"
Madness dripped from her crimson eyes.
"I’ll tear her apart… How dare she touch what’s mine? Without my permission?"
At that moment, the inn door burst open.
"What’s all this commotion so early in the morning?"
Karen, returning from her morning training patrol, had heard the noise and stepped inside. At her appearance, both Masa’s and Hans’s gazes snapped toward her simultaneously.