Chapter 473
Chapter 473
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 473
Chapter Title: Subjugation (2)
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-Schlurp...!
First, I pulled my cock out.
Whether from the repeated friction and stimulation, or because it had swollen a bit from her love juices,
Amelia's flushed petals, red and puffy like swollen eyes, clenched shut tight.
Thanks to all the fluids she'd gushed out in ecstasy, the traces of her broken hymen weren't all that noticeable.
All that trickled from her tight slit was a thin stream of pale milky fluid.
There wasn't any particular reason for stopping the act right then.
"Hic... H-heuk... Hic..."
It was because Amelia, who had just discovered a woman's pleasure for the first time, was sobbing with her wrists pressed over her eyes.
Of course, it wasn't from sadness, sorrow, or pain.
The climax she'd reached was far more intense than the easy peaks from clitoral stimulation.
The extreme pleasure had short-circuited her autonomic nervous system, stimulating her tear glands against her will.
Not just her tear glands—chills crept over her skin, making her tremble intermittently.
And even amid it all, her insides, which I'd been teasing, throbbed with lingering delight, demanding more.
"Si... Hic... Siwoo... You can keep going... It doesn't hurt..."
"I know."
Even as she sniffled and hid her face, Amelia spoke up.
Guessing her state, I stroked her hair.
"Please move your arms."
"No... It'll definitely be an awful expression... Just keep going like this..."
"It'll look like I'm forcing you."
"If it's you, Siwoo... even if you force me... it's okay."
"Now, now, none of that."
I gently tugged her wrists away, revealing her tear-streaked face.
I took the blouse she'd shrugged off earlier and carefully wiped her clean, then kissed her again.
"Mmwah... Mmm..."
The funny thing was, no matter how uncontrollably aroused and excited Amelia got, a single kiss turned her meek as a lamb.
That was how much she trusted me.
As her sobs subsided, her flushed face—dotted with tear stains—peeked through her disheveled hair.
"Feeling a bit better now?"
She nodded.
With her composure returning, Amelia breathed evenly and nestled into my arms.
"You haven't finished yet, have you, Siwoo?"
"Yeah... pretty much."
"Did I go by myself?"
"That too."
Amelia murmured petulantly, as if upset, after her cryptic questions.
Her pouty lips were utterly adorable.
"I was supposed to serve you tonight... but I've messed it all up from start to finish..."
"Don't say that. You dressed up nicely and put in so much effort."
"Still... Is there anything you want me to do, Siwoo? I can really do anything..."
I knew her words weren't pretense or flattery.
She was just clueless about pleasing a man, so she wanted to borrow my knowledge.
She'd blush crimson and do any embarrassing thing I asked.
But was there any need to start there?
"I'm plenty happy with this as it is."
"......"
At my response, Amelia seemed to steel herself and sat up.
She hesitated a moment, then slipped off the flimsy negligee, leaving herself completely bare.
In that instant, something occurred to Amelia.
Smirna, whom she'd summoned before to treat me while I lay comatose and immobile.
The position she'd chosen for sex with me in that state was woman on top—the so-called cowgirl position.
"Now it's my turn to move."
Straddling a man's hips and shaking her ass like some seductress?
The old Amelia never would've done it, no matter who asked.
But with me lying still and her mounting me to work her hips,
she was convinced that was the form of sex closest to 'night service.'
"No need to push yourself. It'll probably go too deep..."
"It's fine. I can do it."
Her resolve was so fierce I couldn't even try to stop her.
Amelia swallowed hard and gripped my rigidly standing cock.
It was slicked to the base with her viscous fluids—embarrassingly so.
Hard to believe it all came from her body.
"......"
She stared at it intently for a while.
I figured she was intimidated by its size, bigger than it seemed.
The orgasm she'd just had came from targeting her G-spot with only half my length inside.
In cowgirl, that massive thing would plunge deep enough to press her cervix relentlessly—so even her bold advance was bound to scare her.
"Hah...!"
But Amelia's action went beyond my expectations.
Foamy love juices—and even a hint of blood—didn't stop her from bringing my cock straight to her mouth without hesitation.
"Lady Amelia? You don't have to do that."
"Mmmph...!"
No matter how fragrant, her own fluids couldn't taste good.
Yet Amelia ignored my protests and diligently cleaned my cock with her tongue.
She started with the glans, licking along the shaft, even meticulously tending to my balls and the backs of my thighs.
Magic could've handled it with a flick of her finger.
But her devoted tongue work continued until my cock gleamed, coated in her saliva.
Then she engulfed the glans once more.
My weary shaft, strained from her tight pussy, melted into her soft, plush tongue.
Languid pleasure spread through me, like a massage after intense exercise.
"Slurp... Schlick, slurp... Hah..."
Head bowed, Amelia bobbed eagerly back and forth, starting a fervent blowjob.
Before I could stop her, she gripped the shaft, stroking it gently up and down while sucking the tip noisily.
"Ngh...!"
Occasionally deepthroating until it hit the back of her throat, coughing but never pausing.
I was already at my limit from holding back during her climax.
Not the most skilled, but her earnest efforts rapidly built my urge to cum.
"Lady Amelia, I'm about to cum— you can stop now."
But she shook her head stubbornly and kept going.
About three minutes after taking me in her mouth, thick semen erupted forcefully into her.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Gulp...!"
She had me deep, so the load slid straight down her throat.
-Glug! Glug! Glug!
Without pulling away, she stayed meekly in place, stroking the base gently until my twitching stopped.
"Pop..."
Her lips, pursed around me, slid from base to tip on the final suck, not spilling a drop.
She sat up, covering her mouth demurely as she turned away.
Her furrowed brow said it tasted bad, as expected for a first time.
I thought she'd spit it into a handkerchief or something and scanned for one.
"Gulp..."
The sound rang out loud and clear.
Amelia had swallowed the cocktail of fluids in her mouth.
The fishy taste and burning throat twisted her face,
but amid it, one fact made her smile:
She'd finally given me proper 'night service'—and made me cum fairly, not leaving me behind.
"Hah... Hah... Now we've both gone once..."
"I told you there was no need to go this far."
"I wanted to do it."
"...Rinse your mouth with this."
She didn't refuse that.
Amelia took the liquor I offered and gargled to disinfect.
She kept beaming, clearly thrilled at having 'done something' for me.
"......"
I'd just cum.
But seeing her willingly swallow my load, her profile glowing in the rising dawn light,
my lust surged anew.
After service like that, shouldn't a man return tenfold pleasure?
"Ah!"
I grabbed Amelia's wrist as she wiped her mouth with a cloth and half-forced her pale naked form face-down on the bed.
I admit it was a bit rough.
That's how aroused I was.
"S-Siwoo... You could just ask... Ahh...!"
I gripped her springy ass, spreading it to thrust my cock into her narrow slit.
Her shapely white legs flailed helplessly—not long, but perfectly proportioned.
Breaking through her tightened pussy's resistance from her recent climax, I drove deeper, deeper.
"Hah... Nng... Hnng...!"
Amelia had been smiling moments ago.
But as my cock slammed into uncharted depths near her cervix, her back stiffened and she cried out sweetly.
"Siwoo..."
Amelia could feel it.
I was incredibly aroused.
His feral excitement, like a stallion in heat, pierced through the walls of his gentle consideration.
Just how roughly he kneaded her ass was proof enough.
"Siwoo... You're excited...?"
"It's your fault, Lady Amelia."
If not for the time we'd spent in bed this dawn, it'd terrify her.
Even now, it wasn't entirely comfortable.
"Hah... Are you going to be rough...?"
"Yes."
But him getting excited over her—desiring her body—felt strangely endearing.
No fear, even if handled roughly. She wanted it.
"I told you before... I'd be your slave, Siwoo."
If she'd known giving herself fully to her love would bring such joy, she'd have approached sooner.
"My body is yours, Siwoo."
Amelia glanced back over her shoulder with misty eyes.
"Torment me... however you want."
Her sultry gaze and coquettish voice dripped with seductive charm that hardly seemed like Amelia's.