Chapter 148: The Man - 5
Chapter 148: The Man - 5
"Hoo...."
Jiha gripped Enril's hips with both hands and began to move his waist.
The sitting position left them facing each other, a pose that made deep penetration harder but helped him last much longer.
He had chosen it deliberately, knowing that if he started with deep, hard thrusts, he wasn't sure how long his self-control would survive.
"Ah, haa. Haa...."
As Jiha rolled his hips, Enril let out a sweet cry and trembled helplessly.
Her voluptuous brown body, already drenched in sweat, pressed flush against him. Her hands moved awkwardly, then found his shirt and peeled it off smoothly.
"......."
Jiha stopped moving. She whispered, looking embarrassed.
"I'm the only one who's naked... it felt a little strange...."
They had started so hastily that Jiha had only taken his pants off.
It was endearing that the sharp-tongued Enril cared about such a small detail.
Jiha found himself moving his hips before he realized it.
"Mm. Hnngh...."
Every time he pushed into her gripping heat, the eyes looking up at him, panting, were utterly soft.
The haughty black panther had softened as if she'd met her mate, not a trace of venom left.
"......."
It was absolutely genuine.
Enril's sincerity. A lump formed in Jiha's throat, and his grip tightened.
He squeezed until her hips were crushed, and Enril sobbed pitifully.
"Ah, it hurts...."
Ignoring the appeal, Jiha gripped her tighter and thrust harder.
The trembling woman sobbed even louder and shook her head from side to side as he pushed into her roughly.
"Hoo...."
He held her firm hips, rocking her back and forth, matching her to his own rhythm.
It drained his stamina heavily, but the pleasure that followed washed away the fatigue.
"Ah... haa. Ahh. Aang...."
Every time he stabbed in and pulled back, Enril flinched and let out a melting moan.
The thought that she was already a woman completely tamed by him crossed his mind, but Jiha only grew greedier.
He wanted to make her feel even more.
He wanted to torment her even more.
A sudden rush of affection mixed with a desire to tease, and a man's urge to conquer surged up powerfully.
The hands gripping her hips slid stealthily to a different spot.
"Mm. Hngh. Hnnnngh. ...Ahh?!"
At the unfamiliar sensation prodding her rear entrance, Enril jolted in shock and began to thrash.
But Jiha's hands had her hips locked tight, and he was buried so deep inside her that escape was impossible.
"Wh, what... d, don't. Mm...."
Enril tried to look horrified, but a moan soaked in pleasure still leaked out.
Holding her hips, rocking her body, and enjoying her depths, Jiha slowly pushed his finger into her rear hole.
As the unfamiliar sensation dug in gradually, the color drained from Enril's face.
"D, don't. I don't like that... why, why are you doing this?"
Enril pleaded, genuinely frightened.
But that only fanned the flames in Jiha's heart.
Shluuk. Thrust.
He buried himself deep and, instead of pulling out, he held her hips and shook her, making Enril feel a strange new pleasure.
"Hngh. Hnnnngh."
In that moment, he pushed his finger deeper.
Completely helpless, Enril trembled and sobbed.
"I said don't... I hate it. I'm scared...."
Enril clung to him like a completely terrified child.
After sinking a knuckle in, Jiha stopped moving and whispered into Enril's long ear.
"I want to."
"......N, no. It's dirty."
Enril tried desperately to dissuade him.
"You use Purification. It's not dirty."
"Th, that doesn't matter...."
As a Unique, Enril could keep her body clean with Mana without needing to wash or bathe.
In truth, when she showered or bathed, it was because she enjoyed the act itself.
Jiha smiled and slowly pulled his finger out.
"Hak. Haa. Hngh...."
Even though he had stopped moving, the way her depths twisted and clenched in a peculiar way following the movement of his finger was an exquisite pleasure.
As her rear hole pulsed and shifted, the inner walls followed with contractions and releases, and Enril's masterwork only amplified the bliss.
It was a good thing he'd stopped moving; if he'd been in motion, he wouldn't have been able to hold on.
"Ah, haa...."
As his finger retreated, Enril sighed in relief while panting heavily.
But Jiha pushed his finger back in, deeper than before.
"Hik...."
The relieved Enril jolted as if struck by lightning.
Again, her walls clamped down tight, bringing an overwhelming rush of pleasure.
Enril sobbed and shook her head.
"I, I hate it. Why do you keep doing this...."
She wanted to escape his invading finger somehow, but he sealed off any resistance by pinning her hips down with his other hand.
And Enril herself couldn't properly resist because every time her walls squirmed and touched him, she felt the pleasure too.
When his finger stopped digging in, Enril let her ragged breath spill against Jiha's ear.
"Hak. Hnnngh... hnngh."
"......Should I stop?"
Jiha asked with an uncharacteristic gentleness. Even through her panting, Enril snapped back in an angry tone.
"Like you'd stop if I said I hated it...."
"I want to. But if you truly hate it, I'll stop."
"......."
Enril hesitated and couldn't answer immediately.
Jiha didn't rush her. He kneaded her hips and began to move again.
He was signaling that he was finding it hard to hold back.
"......Do you really want to?"
The hesitating Enril asked cautiously.
There was still resistance in her voice, but the tone said if Jiha wanted it, she had no choice.
"If it's your body, I want to taste every last part of it."
"......."
Enril wavered for a long moment, then buried her face in Jiha's shoulder.
"......You can't tell anyone."
Perhaps she couldn't bear to look at him, because Enril gave her permission in a barely audible voice.
Jiha didn't answer. He started moving again, rocking Enril's hips.
"Hngh. Nnnnngh...."
The difference was that Jiha's finger was now buried in Enril's rear hole.
Maybe the unfamiliar sensation was hard to bear, because Enril's moans shifted into a strained, ambiguous sound mixed with pain and pleasure.
"Nngh...."
It wasn't just her. Jiha also let out a troubled groan.
Her walls seemed to squeeze even tighter, crushing down on him as if they meant to break him.
Under the pressure that felt like he could release any second, Jiha stopped his hand and steadied his breathing.
"Haaaa...."
But now, Enril was the one starting to move her waist slowly.
The already constricting walls circled, pressing down on him evenly before releasing and clenching again.
"Ugh...."
When Jiha groaned, Enril stopped and, belatedly, asked for permission.
"......Can I move?"
Jiha gave his assent with his eyes. With a slightly relieved face, Enril began to slowly circle her hips, pleasing him.
"Hoo."
The movement was clumsy, but the tightness was exquisite, and perhaps because her rear was being stimulated, the pressure was even more devastating. The pleasure raced down his thighs, electricity running through his body.
Sensing that his climax wasn't far off, Jiha inwardly marshaled his endurance.
"Haa. Aah. Aang. Nnngh...."
But the movements of Enril, who had her eyes squeezed shut and was circling her waist, gradually began to change.
From slow circles, she began to mix in slight up-and-down motions of her own accord.
The slick heat released him as if pulling back, then swallowed him whole in one breath and squeezed tight.
As the hot, exquisite clenching and releasing repeated, sweat beaded on Jiha's face.
Realizing this couldn't go on, he began to slowly pull the finger buried in her rear hole back, then jab it in again, repeating the motion.
"Hnghk. Hak. It feels strange... I hate it...."
At the feeling of Jiha's finger digging in, Enril made a frightened noise but didn't stop moving her hips.
It was ambiguous behavior, unclear whether she wanted to please Jiha, had gotten lost in the act herself, or both.
"Hoo, hoo...."
The constant pleasure and his forced suppression of his climax left Jiha's head spinning.
He had pushed in from the start and held on the whole time, so they had been going for a long while. His thighs began to tremble involuntarily, his toes twitching.
It was a reflex he couldn't hide.
"Mm. Hnnngh...."
The dark elf who had been holding his shoulders, rotating her hips, and trying to please him looked up at him with drenched eyes.
Tilting her head slightly, she kissed Jiha on the lips and whispered softly.
"If it's hard to hold back, then don't...."
It was a whisper filled with a woman's heart—satisfied that the man found her body pleasing, and wanting to please him even more.
"Hoo...."
Jiha pulled his finger completely out of her rear hole and grabbed her entire hips with both hands.
The skin was as exquisite as ever, and no matter how greedily he spread his fingers, he couldn't hold all of the voluptuous curve. Gripping it without restraint, he began to move roughly.
As he let go of his restraint, the banked-up pleasure surged in like a tide, and he became rock-hard.
"Hak. Haaaaang."
"......Where should I finish?"
Jiha whispered low while moving.
Her hips pinned tight by his hands and unable to escape, Enril let out a moan of pleasure and glared at him.
"......If I say it, will you actually listen?"
"Beg me with your own lips."
Jiha pressed her while licking her ear.
At the ticklish sensation invading her sensitive ear, Enril turned her head to avoid his tongue.
But instead of chasing it, Jiha gripped her hips even harder and stabbed deep before pulling out slowly.
"Hnngh. Haa...."
Enril, drenched in the body-shaking pleasure, stopped moving. Jiha kept pressing.
"Whose body is this?"
"Hnngh. Hak. Haaa...."
Enril trembled and shook her head.
"Why, why are you asking that?"
Her body and heart had both completely submitted to Jiha already, but saying it out loud was apparently embarrassing.
"Answer properly."
Jiha growled threateningly and added strength to his grip on her hips.
"Hnghk...."
Caught between pain and pleasure, Enril convulsed and shook her head.
The man was waiting for the woman's answer.
A sincerity without lies.
Enril hugged his neck tight and whispered low, her voice full of longing.
"The only man who's allowed to touch me... is you."
"......."
At the confession shielded by her shame, his head boiled over and his body blazed hot in an instant.
Jiha pressed her hips down tight with both hands and thrust even more savagely.
"Haa. Haa, hak."
"Mm. Nngh. Hngh...."
Knowing the man was fully aroused, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself completely against him.
Naturally, their lips mixed and they tasted each other.
"Hoo. Hnnngh...."
The climax he had been holding back crashed over him all at once, and a monstrous pleasure raced up his spine.
Shoooooot!!
Holding the exquisitely beautiful dark elf's hips down tight and pushing his member into her deepest place, Jiha released without hesitation.
Crunch!
At the same moment, he bit into the nape of Enril's neck.
"Ahngh...."
Startled by the sudden bite, Enril's body quaked.
On top of the peak of pleasure, the ecstasy from being fed on left her dazed, mouth hanging open, trembling violently.
Sluuurp. Smack. Sluuurp.
As he spilled himself again and again, Jiha drank Enril's blood.
The pleasure of his release made his spine tingle, but because he was feeding, it showed no sign of subsiding.
His head went hazy from the absurdly long release. In the middle of it, Jiha sucked her blood in a daze.
"Hak. Haaa...."
Enril too trembled under a pleasure beyond the norm, clinging to Jiha and panting sweetly into his ear.
Below, he was releasing into her clenching masterwork. With his mouth, he sucked her blood. With his ears, he heard her pleasure.
The triple-layered bliss made his head spin until the world in front of his eyes went dim.
"Hoooo...."
The pleasure that felt like it would never end, continuing for several minutes, finally finished.
"Mm... Hngh."
Enril was completely drained, unable to move a single finger.
Resting her forehead on Jiha's shoulder, she was too exhausted to do anything but blink slowly.
"Haaaa...."
But Jiha was not yet satisfied.
"......Ah."
Enril shuddered, feeling the man still vigorously twitching inside her.
Once Jiha fed, his arousal and erection were completely restored.
And lately, his libido had been growing stronger.
"......."
Jiha looked at Enril without a word.
Realizing the man still wasn't satisfied, Enril looked afraid even through her exhaustion, but soon opened her mouth.
She gauged Jiha's mood and spoke slowly.
"......Can I do it for you?"
Was there a man alive who would refuse that?