Chapter 147: The Man - 4
Chapter 147: The Man - 4
Lust surged inside Jiha.
He was so fiercely hard it felt like he might burst through his pants at any moment.
"Ah...."
Jiha pushed aside Enril's dress.
It already had a deep side slit, so shoving the fabric aside was enough to reveal her sleek legs and the white underwear concealing her most secret place.
"Wait...."
When Jiha abruptly pulled her panties down, Enril twisted her body in embarrassment.
But Jiha grabbed her thighs with both hands and pressed them down, preventing her from closing her legs.
With her most private place suddenly exposed right before the man's eyes, Enril trembled faintly.
Even though they had lain together several times already, her face flushed anew.
"The lights... turn them off."
"Hoooh...."
Instead of answering, Jiha yanked his own pants down.
His underwear came down with them in one motion, revealing his rigid manhood, and Enril instinctively averted her eyes.
She couldn't understand why something she'd seen so many times now felt so mortifying.
"Ah...."
Already flustered by his sudden speed, Enril became even more so at his next action.
Jiha grabbed his already hard manhood and pressed it directly against her cleft.
"W-wait...."
Normally, didn't they spend time warming each other up, touching each other first?
Enril was bewildered, but Jiha ignored her and slowly pushed forward.
"Ahng...."
As the man forced his way into her dry spring, Enril let out a pained moan.
There was pleasure, but the pain was greater.
Though she had accepted him several times already, her body remained tense and wouldn't relax.
"...Mm."
For his part, Jiha experienced a distinct pleasure.
If Enril's passage had previously been a masterwork—slick, coiling, and tenaciously squeezing—it now had an added rough texture.
It felt like he was splitting through a mass of soft flesh with his manhood.
The tightness was even more brutal than their first time, walls of muscle clamping down as if trying to grind his manhood off.
"Ah, it hurts...."
As Jiha forced his way in, Enril shook her head and whimpered pitifully.
Having barely wedged himself into the narrow gap, forcing in only the head, Jiha slowly caught his breath.
He had acted on his surging lust without restraint, but if Enril was reacting like this, she was genuinely struggling.
Jiha stopped pushing and slowly stroked Enril's face with his hand.
As his hand slowly caressed her eyebrows and cheeks, which were pitifully furrowed from the forceful act, Enril's expression eased.
He had rushed at first, but now he was acknowledging her pain and showing consideration, which put her mind at ease.
"Yeah...."
Before, he might have tormented her by pushing deeper during a moment like this, but he had no desire to do so now.
The gaze Enril gave him as she looked up was so strangely soft and comfortable that facing it calmed his mood.
Sliding down Enril's cheek, Jiha's finger traced her lips.
As his finger pressed against them—lips they had already kissed too many times to count—her tongue naturally slipped out and licked him.
"Mm...."
As if she knew he was holding back, Enril took hold of Jiha's hand without being asked, licking and mouthing his fingers.
The fact that this arrogant dark elf was lying beneath him, diligently sucking his fingers of her own accord, only made his manhood grow even harder.
*Slurp. Ssseup.*
"Mm. Nnng...."
Enril must have felt it too, because while sucking his fingers, her eyebrows arched in a peculiar way.
The more she sucked on Jiha's fingers, the more the manhood impaling her twitched and stimulated her inner walls.
"Haa. Haa...."
Enril panted, frantically taking Jiha's fingers into her mouth and licking them.
Leaving his right hand to her, Jiha propped himself on his left elbow against the bed and began unfastening the front of her dress.
The position made things awkward for him, so Enril unfastened her own buttons, revealing her white undergarment.
"Hahk. Hahk...."
Even while doing so, she closed her eyes and carefully sucked Jiha's fingers.
She sucked as if she would dissolve them, and whenever the manhood lodged slightly inside her twitched in response—knowing he was getting aroused—she grew even more meticulous.
"Hoooh...."
With one hand still in Enril's mouth, Jiha used his free left hand to grab hold of her breast.
The sensation of grasping the voluptuous mound of flesh beneath the thin bra made his head spin with excitement.
Combined with the situation—forcing himself into Enril when she wasn't even wet yet, and having her undress and suck his fingers—a savage urge coiled inside him.
As Jiha slowly pushed his hips forward, Enril clamped down on his finger in surprise.
"Ah, I-I'm sorry...."
Enril anxiously took his finger and examined the wound.
Seeing that the skin had torn slightly and blood was trickling out, she sighed and then took the finger back into her mouth.
If her earlier action had been to please Jiha, this one was to stop the bleeding.
As Enril diligently sucked and licked the wounded area, Jiha's manhood swelled even more.
"Mm...."
"Ah, eup...."
When Jiha pushed his hips forward again, Enril was startled but quickly removed her mouth from his finger.
She was somewhat wetter than before, allowing him to dig in more easily.
"Mm. Heuup...."
Enril's back arched as she let out a pained moan.
It was a movement trying to escape his thrust, but Jiha, having pushed in halfway, stopped moving for now.
He could clearly see that she was enduring it.
"Hahk, hahk. Haaaa...."
When he stopped moving, Enril broke out in a cold sweat and shuddered.
She softly opened her eyes, looked at Jiha, and spoke in a low voice.
"I-I'm okay... you can do it."
"..."
Instead of replying, Jiha bent down and kissed her again.
"Mm...."
Relieved, Enril accepted Jiha's lips and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Enril was the first to stick out her tongue, licking his lips.
A sign that she was glad he was thinking of her, glad he was holding back his urge to move.
Letting Enril take the lead in the kiss, Jiha removed her bra.
As he fondled the dark elf's voluptuous brown breasts while she embraced him and kissed him so passionately, a sharp thrill buzzed in his head.
The more he handled the flesh with its incredible elasticity and smooth texture, the more his lust welled up.
"Haat. Heung...."
As Jiha kneaded her breasts, Enril breathed heavily and kissed him again.
Jiha had been greedily massaging her breasts with both hands while enjoying the kiss from the peerless beauty clinging to him, but he slowly pulled his head back.
"Mm...."
When Jiha cupped her breasts and lowered his head, Enril let out a moan laced with anticipation.
*Bite.*
"Ah...."
Jiha lightly nipped her nipple with his teeth, and Enril's body twisted.
A mild pain and an intense wave of pleasure spread from her breast down to her toes.
"Ah, hahk. I hate it. Mm... don't bite."
Contrary to her words, spoken through sobs as she writhed her upper body, her nipples were stiffening with excitement.
When he bit again in response to her honest physical reaction, Enril's eyes rolled upward as she let out a sweet moan.
"Hahk. Heuuup... I hate it."
Every time Enril cried and twisted, the manhood pushed halfway inside her was assaulted in various ways.
It wasn't just a simple squeeze; it coiled, released, and then twisted in the opposite direction, stimulating him evenly.
"Uuup...."
Jiha, who had been indulging in Enril's alluring breasts, groaned at the twisting pleasure gripping his manhood.
The pleasure that had been gradually building suddenly crashed over him like a wave, making his lower back tremble.
He had endured because it was only halfway in; if it had been all the way in, he wouldn't have been able to hold back and would have cum.
Enril, trembling and breathless, looked at Jiha with wonder.
"Mm...."
Jiha composed his expression as if nothing had happened, but Enril's gaze was sharp.
"...Feeling good?"
"..."
Jiha didn't answer, instead grabbing the opposite breast and burying his face in it.
At the sensation of her sensitive nipple being sucked, Enril tried to speak again but only managed a sorrowful moan.
"Mm. Heuup. Haaak...."
Enril touched Jiha's head as he toyed with her breasts in every possible way.
"...Good. That's a relief, if it feels good."
"..."
When Jiha, who had been teasing her nipple, lifted his head, Enril panicked and averted her eyes.
Perhaps because it was a remark that had slipped out unconsciously, she was embarrassed.
At the woman's honest words, his manhood grew so taut he could scarcely believe it himself.
"Mm...."
He wanted to push all the way in, no matter what. As masculine desire surged, Jiha began to withdraw his hips and then thrust in little by little.
The swamp was already moist, but because he had started so rough, there was still resistance.
"Mm... Heung...."
As Jiha began the work of slowly taming her insides, Enril watched, trembling.
"Hoo...."
As Jiha pressed, patiently tamed, and dug into Enril's interior, she abruptly reached out her hand.
Stroking Jiha's cheek, Enril spoke softly.
"It's okay. Just do it...."
"..."
In that instant, Jiha's manhood plunged in to the very end.
"Ah, ahng... Ahht."
Her insides filled completely in a single breath, the woman convulsed and gasped.
Truthfully, he could have put it all in right away, but he had been considerate because Enril didn't seem wet enough yet.
His patience, along with everything else, vanished the moment he heard Enril's words.
"Uuuum...."
Having pushed all the way in, Jiha suppressed a groan of pleasure.
He'd thought he already knew full well that Enril was a masterwork, but he had been mistaken.
Before, it had been a pleasure of constriction and being wrung out. But now, it was as if it gently enveloped him, seemed to scrape along him, and then clamped down hard.
Pleasures of gently loosening and then fiercely tightening alternated in waves, a body designed to drive a man out of his mind.
This was a well.
"Hoooh...."
Jiha's face became slick with sweat.
The pleasure rising from below was so intense he couldn't even think of steadying himself.
When Jiha stopped after pushing all the way in, Enril looked up at him, breathing heavily.
"...What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, Jiha took Enril's arms and slowly pulled her upright.
Though puzzled, she followed Jiha's lead obediently.
"Mm...."
As they moved while still joined, the pressure clamping down on him twisted this way and that, sending overwhelming pleasure crashing over him.
Having barely made it past the crisis, Jiha shifted into a sitting position where they faced each other.
"This is...."
Finding herself with her legs spread, sitting face-to-face with him, Enril's cheeks flushed red.
If her gaze dropped just a little, the sight of a dark red weapon burrowed inside her was fully visible.
Jiha grabbed Enril's waist and pulled her close, pressing together without any gap.
"Heuup. Haaaat...."
As the man pushed in even deeper, Enril moaned and wrapped her arms around Jiha's neck, clinging to him.
The woman's breasts pressed firmly against the man's chest, exerting a soft pressure.
Grabbing handfuls of Enril's plump buttocks, Jiha sighed.
Sitting in a mutual embrace, he was buried to the hilt.
As Jiha was catching his breath... Enril whispered in his ear.
"...Move."
"...."
A single phrase that turned a man into a beast.