Chapter 149: The Man - 6
Chapter 149: The Man - 6
With wordless permission granted, Enril pressed down on Jiha's shoulders and lifted her body.
"Ahht...."
As the man who had been buried deep inside her pulled free, Enril let out a faint cry.
A mixture of his seed and her honey trickled down her brown thighs.
Jiha watched his own traces trail down Enril's legs, satisfied.
"...Don't stare so much."
Suddenly shy, Enril knelt before Jiha.
Then she slowly leaned forward, lowering her face toward the seated Jiha's manhood.
"...."
Her soft lips pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his rigid length.
When Jiha looked down, inwardly surprised, Enril drew her mouth away and spoke quietly.
"...I remembered you liked this before."
"...."
"If... if it's strange, tell me."
At Enril's anxious question, Jiha's manhood stiffened with anticipation.
"Ah...."
As it twitched faintly, bobbing as if nodding, Enril let out a soft exclamation.
As if the gesture spoke directly for Jiha's heart, she slowly parted her lips and took him in again.
"Mhm.... Slurp."
The thing that had been buried in sticky feminine flesh moments ago was now entering a woman's mouth.
Filthy as it was, smeared with mingled white fluid and honey without being cleaned, Enril never furrowed her brow.
She moved her head with the single-minded desire to please Jiha.
Slurp. Suck.
As Enril took half his length into her mouth and began working her head, Jiha released a sigh.
The sensation of being gently, thoroughly sucked ran deep.
"Hoo...."
He remembered that time in Iroha's bathroom.
And now, Enril was doing this of her own accord.
Sensing Jiha's satisfaction, Enril tilted only her eyes up to read his expression.
Seeing the uncertainty there—a silent question of whether she was doing it right—Jiha gently pressed down on her head.
At the touch, the same touch one might give a loyal dog or a tamed animal, Enril's face lit with inner joy.
"Mhm.... Slurp."
Closing her lips around him, Enril sheathed Jiha's manhood and moved her head as though savoring a sweet lollipop.
Looking down at the sight of a woman—the proud dark elf Enril, no less—burying her face in his loins and moving entirely of her own will, a fierce surge of emotion boiled in his chest.
Her technique could not match the succubus Yura's, but the sheer satisfaction of the moment overwhelmed him.
The light-brown figure of the woman undulated obscenely, servicing him, sucking him.
Jiha slowly stroked and pressed Enril's head, guiding her.
"Mhm...."
Following his cues, Enril learned what Jiha liked, where he was most sensitive, taking him deeper.
Slurp, suck, schluuck.
She alternated between quick movements and a slower tempo, varying the tightness of her lips, fervently worshiping his manhood.
The man-eating leopardess had been tamed to the point where she would do anything for him.
Jiha looked down with satisfaction at the head moving beneath him.
"Mm, use your tongue too...."
"...."
With his length deep in her mouth, Enril began to move her tongue as Jiha commanded, clumsy at first.
She had grown somewhat accustomed to using her lips, but her tongue wandered, unsure where to touch.
Then it grazed his sensitive glans, and Jiha flinched before he could stop himself.
"Mm...."
"...."
At his reaction, Enril sucked with her lips and curled her tongue around the head in soft circles.
As the wet tongue pressed and licked his most sensitive spot, Jiha furrowed his brow and stifled a groan.
Slurp. Suck. Smack.
Gaining confidence from Jiha's response, Enril took him deeper, gently teasing and licking the glans.
Watching his member vanish further into her mouth, Jiha's face grew heavy with pleasure from the building sensations.
His shaft grew hotter, becoming difficult to endure.
"That's enough."
When Jiha pressed her head to stop her, Enril slowly drew back and released him from her lips.
Without wiping the saliva from her mouth, she asked, worried.
"...Was it bad?"
"It was good."
Jiha rose to his knees and moved closer to Enril.
"But I want to do more."
"...Ah."
Realizing Jiha meant to enter her again, Enril hesitated briefly before lying back down on the bed.
Instead, Jiha took her arm and positioned her on all fours.
Doggy style—a position where Jiha could freely enjoy Enril's magnificent ass.
"...Embarrassing."
Made to present herself on all fours like a beast, hiding nothing, Enril trembled.
They had joined bodies many times, but this shame came from seeing Jiha as a man.
Where their previous encounters had been somewhat coercive, a relationship built on being pressed down, now Enril felt bashful as a woman.
Reading that shift, Jiha pressed his manhood against Enril's cleft with deep satisfaction.
Gripping her parted buttocks firmly, Jiha glanced down at her other hole with a flicker of interest.
"Ah...."
Realizing where Jiha was looking, Enril turned her head back and shook it.
"N-no. Don't look there...."
It was a place she had already allowed his fingers, but exposing it so starkly to a man's gaze was another level of humiliation.
When Enril instinctively shook her hips to pull away, Jiha tightened his grip and spread her further open.
"Shall I put it in?"
"...Huh?"
Enril stared back, incredulous.
When Jiha proved he was not merely speaking and actually pressed his length against her rear entrance, Enril's face went pale.
The declaration that something larger than his fingers could enter—and Jiha looked as though he truly meant to do it.
A chill of fear shot down her spine, and Enril pleaded with a genuinely terrified face.
"P-please... I'll do anything. Just not that... I'll be good."
Instead of answering, Jiha slowly rubbed his shaft against her hole.
She was a Unique who maintained cleanliness with Mana, so inserting it directly probably would not cause any real problem.
If Jiha decided to do something, nothing could stop him.
Newly frightened by a fact she already knew, Enril shook her head and desperately fumbled for words to change his mind.
"N-not today...."
"Not today...."
Sensing Jiha was listening, Enril nodded slowly.
"...Because today is the day you first came home."
"...."
Logically, this was not Jiha's first visit, but he understood what she meant.
Tonight was the night Enril had truly been embraced by Jiha as a woman.
If their previous encounters had been taken by force, by pushing forward, now it was complete submission.
Understanding Enril's feelings, Jiha spoke with deliberate slyness.
"Say it properly."
"...."
Enril realized Jiha knew her heart but was demanding she voice it anyway.
She hesitated briefly, then spoke honestly.
"...Because it's the first day you truly came for me."
"...."
Because it was the first time Jiha had seen her as a woman and desired her, she could not bear to do anything else.
At her earnest request, Jiha took hold of his length and slowly pushed forward.
"Ah...."
As his manhood slid into her cleft, Enril let out a moan of relief blended with pleasure.
Already thoroughly soaked from the earlier intensity, his shaft glided in smoothly.
Feeling the tight grip that coiled fiercely around the returning male presence, Jiha calmly looked down at Enril.
In the glow of the Mana lamp, the brown body of the woman, slick with sweat and pleasure, filled his vision completely.
Having her on all fours and thrusting from behind, he could relish everything: the curve of her soft shoulders, her narrow waist, her artful ass.
Voluptuous yet breathtakingly exquisite. A masterpiece any man would be satisfied simply gazing upon.
To have a woman with such a body positioned on all fours, slowly thrusting into her from behind and savoring every moment—there could be nothing more fulfilling as a man.
"Mhm... Jiha."
As Jiha pushed in slowly, carving his presence into her depths, Enril sobbed his name.
The peerless beauty who had been haughty and looked down on men was now begging, spilling sweet sounds.
Jiha spread both hands greedily and seized her incredible ass tight. The taut, springy flesh pushed back against him, distorting within his grip.
The tighter he held it, the more his hips unconsciously drove forward, rough.
"Hngh!"
The man who had been delving in slowly suddenly rammed all the way to the hilt, and Enril cried out sweetly.
Like a wolf howling at the moon, the reaction of her body—her head tilting up in desperation—made his length harden involuntarily, forcing him to move on pure reflex.
Raw lust overtook any thought of needing to press her down as usual.
No, this was meat already caught. Completely his.
He would savor it for the rest of his life.
"Hahk. Hahht. Hahng."
As Jiha thrust in roughly, pulled out in one stroke, and plunged deep again, Enril sobbed and shook.
Unable to endure the waves of pleasure, Enril's elbows slipped and she buried her head into the sheets.
Collapsed with only her ass raised, being stabbed by the man—Jiha rose slightly on his knees and continued driving into her.
Shluuck. Thud.
Dipping fully into the clinging hole of flesh, it clamped down tight. Pulling out, it licked as if chasing after him.
Pushing back in, it clamped down again, as if refusing to ever let go.
It felt as though he was completely taming Enril's hole.
"Hoo. Hoooh...."
"Uhht. Hngh. Haa...."
Thrusting in and out of the prone Enril from behind, Jiha draped himself over her.
He pinned down the wrists of the woman clutching the bedsheets in unbearable pleasure, fixed them in place, and ground his hips for even greater sensation.
"Hahk. Hahht...."
As Jiha grew rougher, Enril could not even open her eyes, trembling and moaning.
That haughty leopardess was now completely a female, mating.
Recognizing him as the male, the strong male qualified to press her down and possess her, she bowed her head and surrendered her body.
Intoxicated by animal satisfaction, both his mind and his lower body grew hotter at once.
As Jiha thrust and withdrew more wildly, more beastially, Enril, who had been moaning, asked in a tiny voice.
"Mm, hnnngh. Whose... am I?"
"What...?"
Turning her head slightly to look back, Enril wore the face of a female awaiting an answer.
At the unexpected question, his mind blazed hotter, and his hips, which had paused momentarily, began moving again on their own.
Beneath him, the beautiful brown female body gasped, trembled, and spilled its honey.
"Hahng. Hahht. Hnnngh...."
"Obviously... mine."
A groan leaked through Jiha's teeth.
Animalistic male instinct filled his brain completely.
The carnivore's conviction that only he had the right to taste the meat he had hunted.
Stronger than lust, a fierce possessiveness—the desire to keep forever the female gasping beneath him—swelled in his chest.
All reason burned away, leaving only the man's instinct.
"You're mine."
Jiha spoke violently, driving his hips faster and deeper.
Shluuck! Thwack! Phuuuuck! Slap!
At the reaction of the male, whose eyes were crazed as though he wanted to bury his entire body inside her, the woman smiled with satisfaction.
"Mhm... I'm yours."
"...."
At the female's acknowledgment, the male's satisfaction swelled his manhood enormously.
As if it had been waiting for exactly that, the slick cavern coiled around it, milking it, stroking it.
"Kuh, nghht...."
"H, haaaaht. Hnnngh!"
Pshuuuuurt!!
Pressing down tight on the female's ass, the enraged male member that had driven to the deepest point pulsed wildly and spilled its seed.
Jiha pressed down hard on the female body trembling in the pleasure of climax, closed his eyes, and groaned amid the surging peak himself.
"Hoooh, hoooh...."
"Haa, haa...."
Normally he would have suppressed his reactions even during sex, but now he was far too satisfied—
And he had let his guard down, certain that the one he was sowing his seed into right now was his female.
No matter how iron-willed a male, he had no choice but to drop his guard when spilling his seed inside a female he acknowledged as his woman.
"Haa. Haa...."
Sensing this, Enril trembled far longer than usual, convulsing faintly with every surge of the man's seed.
After releasing what felt like an endless amount, Jiha moved his hand gently to wipe the sweat from Enril's brow.
Enril, reading his satisfaction in the man's touch, shyly averted her eyes.
Throughout the lingering pleasure, the two of them stayed quiet, steadying their breathing and listening to each other's breath.
That alone was enough for now.
The night was still long.