Chapter 849
Chapter 849
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 849
Chapter Title: Rekindled Grudge in Ecstasy
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1.
Siu and Amelia had begun with a rather long-standing grudge.
That grudge evolved into a love-hate dynamic, the love-hate into mutual remorse, and the remorse—through friendship and harmony—finally blossomed into genuine affection.
They'd settled every last bit of that ancient resentment cleanly, without a trace left behind. Hell, they'd even collected interest on it.
But precisely because of that history, Siu still handled Amelia with a lingering caution.
With his other lovers, they'd mutually agree to some forceful play. But with Amelia, he always dialed back the intensity.
For instance, even during roleplay, he'd hold back just enough so she wouldn't worry that he was getting rough because of old wounds.
However, this Siu—steeped in Amelia's magic, her acting, and even her scent—was different.
In short, he was already half-hypnotized.
His awareness that this was all just roleplay had probably grown hazy by now.
It was as good as summoning the version of Siu from back when he despised Amelia the most.
And not just any version—this one came with the implanted suggestion: "This is roleplay, so fuck Amelia rough."
As intended, he'd bare his fangs of primal conquest without a shred of restraint.
2.
"Wow, Lady Amelia's backdoor is pretty too."
Amelia lay there stiff as a log, her clothes torn to shreds and stripped away.
Siu gripped her buttocks firmly and spread her secret hole open with his thumb.
"……."
He could feel Amelia swallow hard.
For a witch, it was little more than a vestigial organ, but it was far more embarrassing to expose than her pussy.
Spread so brazenly like this, even her plump, modestly pursed labia were fully on display.
"A body as noble as yours... it's downright luxurious. Looks like a flower blooming right there. Come to think of it, marigold is a flower name, isn't it?"
"……."
Amelia's ears began to ripen red under Siu's taunt.
But that wasn't the only sign of her humiliation.
"No use pretending you're unfazed. I can see it twitching and clenching from the shame. Even right now."
"……!"
Amelia's hand twitched, as if to cover her ass—she'd clearly never imagined such an embarrassing betrayal happening.
She went still again, though, remembering her strategy.
"Pretend all you want, but I know. You're scared, aren't you?"
"……."
"From now on, I'm gonna fuck this hole doggy-style like the bitch you are. You don't even need it anymore, but I'll pound it loose anyway."
"……."
"Lemme get a taste first."
Her buttocks still spread wide, Siu licked Amelia's marigold.
At that instant, her lithe sphincter locked rigid, her firm cheeks clenching tight.
It was pure conditioned reflex, nothing to do with disgust or revulsion.
Siu—who'd claimed countless women front and back—gauged her anal sensitivity from that single rimming.
Even with a lick as languid as a slug crawling...
Hmm, this flavor...
Virgin ass. Pure and simple.
The old adage rang true: the fiercer the spirit, the weaker the backdoor.
Siu set to work loosening her rear with expert tonguework.
"Slurp, slurrrrrp..."
Still, just hammering away wildly wouldn't do.
What Siu craved wasn't Amelia in tears from pain.
Something about that just felt wrong.
No—instead, he wanted her shocked at her own pleasure from a slave's cock pioneering her taboo hole. He wanted her desperately hiding it... only to betray herself with slutty moans she couldn't contain.
"Ah.... Hnng!"
Every time Siu's tongue danced with flair...
Amelia's legs paddled lazily, like she was practicing her swim strokes.
Her inner thighs—muscles rarely used—twitched with fierce spasms.
Unwittingly, she'd leak a sigh-like moan, then belatedly clap a hand over her mouth.
None of it was anything he'd ever imagined from Amelia.
After all, not even thirty minutes ago, she'd bragged she could take him barehanded—spewing "slave" like it was punctuation.
She was feeling it more and more, plain as day.
As his tongue grew bolder, her toes curled tight.
Her untouched, untrained little bud was screaming: "Feels weird! But it's gonna feel good any second now!"
"Feels good, huh? That's why you're not fighting back—just lying there nice and quiet?"
He pulled back for a moment to taunt her again.
Her saliva-slick marigold and those thickly meshed labia looked utterly delectable.
"Otherwise, the mighty Lady Amelia wouldn't just take this from some lowly slave."
"...Rather..."
A tiny voice leaked out amid the relentless barbs—like rose petals drifting to the floor.
"What was that?"
"Rather.... from the front..."
"Speak up."
"Rather... do it from the front..."
Nothing but total resignation in her tone—yet it was so damn arousing.
Because the viciously snarling Amelia of before had ended up taking it all from Siu without a single protest.
That mere half-hour gap ignited his conquest drive to the max.
"The front?"
"……."
"Speak clearly. And look at me when you talk."
Amelia twisted her head around hesitantly.
Her flushed ears and cheeks... her lost, wandering gaze... all came into view.
No trace of fury. No fighting spirit at all—just feeble surrender.
"...Already throwing in the towel? You swore you wouldn't let me get away with it earlier."
"...I won't let you get away..."
That was for later.
First things first—his throbbing cock wasn't about to let her off easy.
"Whatever. Weren't you saying something?"
"Don't touch that filthy hole... Do it from the front instead."
Predictable as clockwork.
From watching her all this time, Amelia's grasp of sex was rigidly conservative.
Puberty as an apprentice witch, years after becoming a full one—all spent alone. Sexual openness would've been the real shock.
Even with defilement staring her down, she drew the line at anal—the ultimate perversion, thunderbolt from the heavens.
"Fine by me."
"...?!"
Amelia's eyes bulged at his ready agreement.
Bewilderment trumped relief.
Well, anyone with half a brain would've found it suspicious.
"So... where do I stick it?"
"...The front."
"Where?"
"My.... pussy."
"Where's that?"
"Ah, uh, Amelia's....... p-pu-pussy..."
"You know words like that, huh."
Her cheeks burned redder than any rose.
Probably scorching hot to the touch.
"Perfect. Then here's the deal."
Siu resolved to mess with her even more.
3.
"Schlup, chuuup.... chuuuup..."
Amelia—who'd always had Siu on his knees—was now kneeling between his legs.
Not just that: buck naked, hands neatly folded on her knees, she lavished him with devoted fellatio using nothing but her mouth and tongue.
He'd demanded it as payment for swapping backdoor deflowering to pussy deflowering.
To his surprise, Amelia nodded right away.
He'd pegged her as hopelessly uptight front and back...
But when push came to shove, she apparently picked the lesser evil.
A bit thrown, all told.
Most shocking of all? How goddamn skilled her blowjob was.
"Slurrrp, glurk..."
"You've got real talent..."
"Chup, heurp..."
What to call this...
Techniques straight out of someone who'd practiced on his cock a dozen times over.
No teeth grazing whatsoever. Pinpoint stimulation, like she knew every spot that drove him wild.
"Deeper now."
"Glrk.... Kkh!"
Siu seized her head and rammed his cock in deeper.
Her soft tongue coiled around the base... the scorching grip of her throat...
With sticky coughs, saliva dribbled from her chin onto her trembling, clenched fists.
"Eyes up here. Yeah, that's the face."
"...Kkh!"
Tears welled from the deep-throat reflex as Amelia strained to glare upward.
Resentment iced her gaze, but sucking cock while drooling ruined the menace.
If anything, it made him want to hose that pissed-off face with thick ropes of cum.
"Think that's enough."
Bliss mingled with triumph—his urge to blow surged way faster than expected.
He shoved her forehead back, yanking his cock free just shy of her throat's depths.
"Cough! Hack!"
Siu scooped up her slender waist with ease and tossed her onto the bed.
Amelia scowled and gnashed her teeth at the sudden manhandling.
"Lady Amelia, lemme borrow your pussy. 'Bout to cum."
"W-what?!"
She recoiled at the crudely vulgar phrasing.
"Hips up."
Ignoring her, Siu seized her pelvis, hoisted her ass high, and slammed his saliva-smeared cock home.
-Squelch!
"Kyaaang!"
Shockingly, Amelia's pussy was stickier and wetter than her mouth.
His cock speared to her womb's entrance, crushed by vise-tight walls—it couldn't hold back, bubbling out thick spurts of white seed.
"Ngh.... Unngh...! Ngh...!"
Ass high in doggy pose, Amelia couldn't fend off the ruthless baby-batter barrage.
Instead, every throbbing spray left her cluelessly clawing the sheets, her pussy clenching greedily to milk him dry.
"Pussy served well. Came buckets thanks to you. Figures it'd be tight, with how narrow-minded you are."
"Haa.... Haa..."
Siu patted her ass contentedly after rooting out every drop.
-Squelch!
His deeply buried cock withdrew, unleashing a thick gush of semen.
Amelia finally eased her tension, going limp at the waist.
To handle Amelia like this.
A twinge of guilt, sure—but right now, the arousal dwarfed it.
The raw pounding thrill was too overwhelming for any half-baked morals to contain.
"...Satisfied now...?"
"……."
But Amelia was far too composed.
Brief fluster aside, she'd already regained her cool.
"...Business done? Then get out."
Fellatio followed by humiliating creampie—and she wasn't even fazed.
No raging comeback, but her initial strategy had clearly worked.
Whatever Siu did, she wouldn't play along.
Something about it felt off.
This wasn't proper raw pounding.
"Ah...!"
Siu pounced on her again.
To deliver the real raw pounding.