Chapter 626
Chapter 626
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 626
Chapter Title: Night in the Desert (6)
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1.
Anal sex.
This wasn't just a crude way of describing the so-called doggy-style position, where a woman gets on all fours and a man grabs her waist from behind.
For a witch who had no need for excretion, it was a vulgar act of offering up her rear entrance—little more than a vestigial organ—to solely satisfy a man's pleasure.
Eloa had long been aware of its existence.
"But aren't you all still apprentice witches? How could you..."
"Aw, come on, Duchess."
"We~ have our ways. Gotta run, we're busy!"
After all, hadn't Odil and Odet, still mere apprentices, already managed to share physical intimacy with Si-woo through similar means?
And she knew far more than vague knowledge about anal sex.
Back when she and Si-woo had only a priest-priestess relationship.
To protect her chick-like disciple, Eloa had formed a guardian contract with him.
And through it, she had forcibly shared his vision for three straight days and nights as he coupled with Periwinkle.
"The back...! The back...! Hnng...! Feels so good!"
"Deeper, pound me harder...!"
"Haaang!!!"
At that time, the two had ravaged each other like beasts, and Si-woo's lust hadn't stopped at merely conquering Periwinkle's "front."
Having been forced to voyeuristically witness the whole affair, Eloa understood just how much Si-woo enjoyed it.
Even so, she could never bring herself to suggest it first.
Even consummating with her disciple as teacher and student was plenty taboo by Eloa's standards.
To go beyond the "front" to the even more shameful "back."
Not just teasing it with the tongue, but having that thick shaft of his pioneer it—that was a perverse play beyond even incest.
Si-woo seemed to know it wasn't a normal request, too, since he hadn't breathed a word of it to her.
"Tonight... I'll let you have my back. What do you say? Still just going to bed like that?"
So, Eloa making such a momentous decision today wasn't some whim.
It stemmed from a resolute determination born of her greed to forge an even deeper bond with him.
As mentioned earlier, compared to his other lovers, Eloa's intimacy with Si-woo was markedly infrequent.
Even that often only happened when Si-woo clung to her despite her feigned reservations.
But recently, during a rather explicit conversation with Sharon and Amelia—swapping tales of their experiences with him—she'd been a bit shocked.
"Mine was in the changing room..."
"M-Me too, embarrassingly, in an alley and a classroom..."
"......"
Amelia and Sharon were each pleasing him in their own naughty ways.
By contrast, all Eloa had done was dress as a bunny girl, speak formally to him, or whisper dirty talk—nothing more.
And lately, she hadn't even done that, merely going along passively.
Of course, Eloa had never harbored any desire to monopolize the spot beside him.
She'd been content as his teacher and lover, watching his happiness from afar and sharing love occasionally.
But hearing Amelia and Sharon's steamy exploits made it hit her like a flock of birds taking flight.
She'd just been rationalizing her ambiguity.
Deep down, she wanted to be closer to him than anyone.
Yet she'd hidden behind the flimsy excuse of "I'm his teacher."
While she hemmed and hawed, she was probably falling far behind Sharon, Amelia, or even the twins. For the first time, she felt a greed to take a step ahead of them.
And the way to do it? Something even Sharon, Amelia, and the twins hadn't managed.
She was fully prepared.
Eloa had confidence.
2.
"......"
Anal sex was psychologically and physically quite challenging.
It wasn't a hole meant for that, after all.
Without sufficient foreplay to relax it, pain was a real risk.
With her face down on the mattress, hips raised high to accentuate those uniquely elastic cheeks, he eased his tongue into his teacher's rear to gently coax it open.
-Slurp! Slurp! Sluuurp!
His tongue slithered like a snake through a crevice far tighter than her pussy.
Each time, that lovely flower bud twitched and clenched in response.
Si-woo's excitement upon hearing Eloa's declaration had pierced the heavens.
Of course, vaginal sex felt amazing too.
His teacher's bunny pussy—toned inside and out—was always pure ecstasy.
But for her to permit anal sex, something he'd thought utterly impossible and never even dreamed of asking for...
It gave him a conqueror's thrill, as if he'd claimed every part of Eloa.
It made enduring the tongue-numbing ordeal effortless.
"S-Si-woo... Th-That's... not necessary..."
"No, we need to loosen you up properly."
Amid Si-woo's fervent ministrations, Eloa felt an unexpected embarrassment.
The moment she'd said it was okay, he'd glued himself to her ass and shoved his tongue right in.
She'd received rimming before, often.
His attentions were devoted, indiscriminate between front and back.
But honestly, she hadn't enjoyed it much.
Shame aside, the sensation was merely "novel," nothing more.
The mind governs the body to some degree, after all.
Eloa, ever prim, had never once perceived that area as erogenous since birth, so rimming always just felt ticklish and awkwardly intimate.
Even practicing by hand in the shower for today hadn't brought any rapture.
Repeated proofs had left her half-convinced, half-relieved.
Unlike other women, she just didn't feel pleasure there.
So, the odds of embarrassing herself in front of him were low.
-Sluuuurp! Sluuuuuurp!
Unlike usual, when he alternated between pussy, clit, and rear, today's rimming was obsessively persistent.
Slathering saliva sloppily, he forced his tongue into the barely finger-width-tight slit.
He was the one doing something lewd, yet Eloa felt shame enough to make her hair stand on end.
"Si-woo... That's enough now."
Eloa spoke as calmly as possible.
The soft, slick intrusion into her rear sent chills crawling over her skin.
But that was it.
Once again, no real pleasure.
But this wasn't for her enjoyment.
It was service to make him feel good.
"Huh? It doesn't feel ready at all yet."
"It's been fifteen minutes already, hasn't it? I'm prepared, so it's fine."
No matter how excitement narrowed his vision, Si-woo was something of an expert in this field.
He'd deflowered five women there first: Odil, Odet, Periwinkle, Deneb, Dorothy.
He quickly noticed Eloa's reaction was utterly unlike the others.
They'd grown wetter, writhing hips wildly—hers just breathed a bit quicker, otherwise still.
Then again, it wasn't a hole made for this, so maybe no pleasure zones at all.
"Ah..."
Despair crashed over him like the sky falling.
No matter how lust-blinded, he didn't want to force something she didn't like.
If it seemed she was just humoring him, he'd back off.
"Shall we do it next time?"
It wasn't a one-night-only thing, and he didn't want to strain his teacher.
Time to pull out.
At his question, Eloa's bunny ears flicked as her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wh-Why?"
"If you're forcing yourself for my sake, it's okay. It might hurt otherwise."
"Forcing myself? Of course not."
"I want you to feel good too, Teacher."
His gentle hand stroked her hair.
Eloa had been lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to focus.
But his concern wrapped her in warmth like a fluffy lamb's wool blanket.
The act itself was undeniably perverted.
Yet the one performing it was her beloved disciple.
Even in a frenzy of her scent and arousal, he worried for her.
The realization of being loved, cherished—it melted the tension she'd held for this unfamiliar deed.
Even if it hurt enough to bring tears, as he feared.
Even in this relationship she couldn't proudly confess to others, this shameful act unfit for words.
That made her want it more.
Want to offer it to him.
Eloa lightly pushed Si-woo's upper body down.
She nimbly straddled him, her delicate hand already gripping his cock.
First, she sank it into her famished front hole.
"Kyaa...!"
The somewhat stiff inner walls, unstimulated for a while, easily accommodated his massive girth.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hnn... Kyuu... Hng...!"
Followed by Eloa's signature breath-hold bunny hop.
With her exceptional endurance and control, she could manage 120 hip thrusts per minute before climax.
Of course, at that pace, orgasm hit in 30 seconds, so she'd never hit 120.
Her accessory bunny ears swayed as her elegant eyes scrunched.
In that brief time, her rekindled pussy sensed even the bulging veins.
Then she lifted her hips high, pulling off his cock.
-Pop!
The missionary vaginal insertion wasn't to continue normally.
It was to coat it in priceless Tiferet Duchess special natural lube.
Eloa grabbed the vigorously freed shaft.
As expected, the twitching member was slick and hard to hold.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
Ignoring her startled disciple, she realigned her aim.
Her rear, freshly tongued by him.
She exhaled to relax, released tension there, and slowly lowered herself.
-Sloooowly...
"Kkh...!"
As anticipated, no pleasure—just distant discomfort.
A foreign body sensation, like cramming a huge thing into a forbidden hole.
Suppressing her instinctive shudder.
-Squiiiish!
"J-Just a bit more... Ngh...!"
She added her weight, easing it in.
The pressure on Si-woo felt like forcing his cock into a child's condom—tight and unyielding.
A rough entry far from tender.
As her anal ring spasmed, gripping him, half his length had already vanished.
"Hnggh...! Uuugh...!"
Her awkwardly spread legs trembled visibly.
"Teacher..."
When fully seated at last, she opened her teary eyes.
"As you said... Kkh...! I feel nothing. Just uncomfortable and awkward."
"Then next time..."
But Eloa cut off his worried words.
Sweeter than any sensation were her following words.
"So... teach me."
"P-Pardon...?"
"Until I feel pleasure from the back... You teach me yourself."
Her rear clenched hard, expelling the "impure" intruder.
Yet his teacher had handed him the chance to train that hole to his taste.
A swelling thrill in his chest.
"Yes, I'll make it happen."
For her earnest heart's sake, he vowed to send her to anal ecstasy tonight no matter what.