Chapter 150: The Man - 7
Chapter 150: The Man - 7
Dawn.
Enril opened her eyes.
"Nn..."
A soft moan escaped as consciousness crept back.
Just moments ago, she had been tangled with Jiha in a feverish haze.
He had seized her hips and thrust into her relentlessly until her mind went blank and she blacked out.
The relentless pace had pushed her past her limit.
'W-what...'
The first feelings that surfaced were self-reproach and anxiety.
She moved to get up quickly and call for Mayan but froze.
The arm supporting her neck, the hand wrapped around her waist.
"...Oh."
Enril turned her head and sighed in relief.
Jiha was asleep, eyes closed.
"..."
She had been deeply unsettled, mistakenly thinking he had left after she'd passed out first.
But it seemed he meant to stay the night.
Calming down, Enril gave a wry smile.
Who could have imagined she would ever hold such feelings for a man?
She herself was astonished, and other dark elves would be shocked senseless if they knew.
Enril was nothing like Leticia.
Leticia was bound by elven society, pushed and pulled at its whim.
But Enril had always reigned loftily among dark elves, killing even her own kin if they crossed her.
Yet now, in this bed, she was simply a woman wanting to be loved by one man.
'Then...'
Since she now meant to follow Jiha, she would have to bring the dark elves into the fold.
While mulling over her plan, Enril glanced down and took stock of her state.
She wore a light camisole, with the sensation of underwear beneath it.
"..."
It wasn't just her; Jiha was also dressed in light sleepwear.
When she had lost consciousness, she was certain they were both naked.
Jiha must have dressed her.
"..."
A blush crept onto Enril's cheeks as she stroked the hem of her sleepwear.
Picturing Jiha dressing her while she lay exhausted and unconscious was so embarrassing... and shy.
"...How strange."
Even though they had shared their bodies fully and seen every part of each other.
A small gesture like this could lift her heart, make it swing wildly from elation to a soft, sinking feeling.
For Enril, a proud beast who had once trampled the bothersome and bitten them to death, why she had changed this much was once unfathomable.
But now she understood.
That Jiha had done this for her brought joy, delight, and bashfulness.
And if Jiha ignored her, she'd be angry; if he doubted her, she'd be hurt.
"..."
Complex emotions, bittersweet yet sweet.
A singular sentiment reserved solely for the man sleeping beside her in the same bed.
"This... must be..."
What people call love.
A faint smile on her lips, Enril looked down at Jiha.
Just watching him sent an aching sting through her chest, her heart racing oddly fast.
Reflecting on how things with Jiha had reached this point was astonishing, but the path forward was the priority.
First, she must bring over the dark elves...
"..."
Enril paused mid-thought.
Beneath Jiha's sleep pants, between his legs, a distinct bulge had formed.
"Th-that..."
He was clearly erect.
She now clearly understood that a man grew larger when aroused or lustful.
Staring at the length straining as if to tear through the fabric, Enril felt a pang of dismay.
"...Is it... my fault?"
Because she had fallen asleep on him?
Had he wanted more, but held back because she'd collapsed first, leaving him in this state?
Looking back, Jiha's stamina and libido were so formidable she could scarcely keep up.
It had been the same that time in the bathroom.
Though, back then, part of it was due to the drug Iroha had slipped into the tea — a detail Enril remained unaware of.
"..."
Gazing at the man's swollen lower half, Enril sighed.
A sense of guilt weighed on her for failing to properly satisfy him when he had visited for the first time in a while.
She also felt sorry.
After a moment of hesitation, Enril studied Jiha's face.
Peacefully asleep.
Waking him now would definitely upset him.
"In that case..."
The only option was to let him sleep and do it for him.
Having made her decision, Enril slowly pulled down Jiha's sleep pants.
Even though they had joined bodies countless times, undressing a sleeping man felt somewhat embarrassing.
Why was this so mortifying when no one was watching?
Enril, who could slit a person's throat as casually as eating a meal, found this act more bashful than anything else—even a little heart-fluttering.
"..."
The silver-haired dark elf used clumsy hands to remove the man's lower clothes.
As she tried to pull down his underwear, a fully erect phallus caught on the waistband.
After a moment of fluster, Enril grasped the shaft with one hand and used the other to slide the garment down.
An audacious act she never could have imagined herself doing in the past.
"..."
Her gaze still on Jiha's sleeping face, Enril then looked down.
The phallus held in her right hand pulsed with heat.
It almost seemed to grow even larger after being bared and gripped by her hand.
"...Mmm."
Enril wavered briefly, but the urge not to leave him in this state won out.
He'd likely sleep easier if he was fully satisfied.
She shifted her position, turning her body so her legs pointed toward Jiha's head and her own head moved toward his legs.
Silently, like a feline predator gliding noiselessly through the dark.
Once in place, the silver-haired dark elf brought her face close to the man's lower body.
She opened her mouth and... slowly took the phallus in.
"Nn, mmph."
The instant she swallowed him, the inside of her mouth felt scorching hot.
Letting out a muffled moan, Enril moved her lips slowly, bobbing her head.
She recalled Jiha had immensely enjoyed it when she did this earlier.
Slowly, unhurriedly.
Growing inexplicably shyer, she kept her eyes tightly shut.
Schlup. Schluuup.
In the silence of dawn, inside the quiet bedroom, only the sound of her sucking on the man's length echoed.
Even while doing it herself, the noise sounded intensely lewd.
"Mmph. Mm-hmm."
Sucking him stirred a deep heat within her own body.
Enril flinched at her body's response.
She had started this solely to satisfy Jiha, yet she was getting excited herself.
"..."
What should she do?
A trembling, reverberating sensation coursed deep inside her, and even clenching her thighs tightly together couldn't suppress it.
Schluuup. Schluup.
Every bob of her head, every swallow and release of his length, made her body burn hotter.
A thirst unquenchable, a carnal desire slowly rearing its head.
She wanted to be loved by this man.
Enril curled up tightly, forcing down her own desires.
Yet even as she did so, she didn't stop bobbing her head back and forth, sucking and licking the hardened shaft relentlessly.
"Haa, mm, mmph. Hmm."
It was astonishing how much firmer and bigger it grew the more she sucked.
As she moved her head... her hand, without her realizing, began to wander.
The hand, at a loss for what to do, drifted toward her own body.
"Mmph. Nn..."
The moment her hand brushed over the upper swell of her voluptuous breasts, the faint, hazy sensation intensified.
Even though the man had kneaded them freely just a short while ago, she longed for him to touch them again right this instant.
Enril's hand, grazing the top of her breasts, hesitated for a long while.
She couldn't wake the man, so perhaps it'd be better to do it alone...
Schluup. Schluuup.
Even while fretting, Enril continued to hold him in her mouth, sucking, teasing with her tongue, and then releasing.
"Haa, haah, haaah..."
Pulling back to look, she saw the rigid column of flesh was drenched in her saliva.
Staring at it slack-jawed, even though she'd done it herself, it all felt incredibly obscene.
"Ngh..."
The moment that thought crossed her mind, she felt her underwear growing damp.
Her thighs pressed tightly together, while one hand began to creep downward before stopping short.
The man couldn't touch her, so maybe she should just do it herself...
The thought flickered through her mind, but a lingering embarrassment made her hesitate.
"..."
Still wavering, Enril opened her mouth again to swallow his length once more...
Thump.
"...Mmph."
The instant she took him in, the man moved.
The phallus filling her mouth withdrew slightly before pushing back in.
Jiha had moved on his own.
"Keep going, just like that."
Jiha spoke, his hands gripping Enril's buttocks.
His voice was drowsy from just waking, but held no trace of displeasure.
If anything, he was aroused and satisfied.
After finishing up and falling asleep, to have a woman cling to him at dawn — and that woman was Enril, of all people.
This unexpected service made the man's heart lurch with lust and affection.
"...Mmph. Schluup."
Enril began moving her head again, just as he'd asked.
It never crossed her mind that Jiha would wake up during the act.
Logically, it was something she should have anticipated, but love has a way of making a person blind.
"Mm. Mmph. Chk. Chuuup. Schluup."
Each time Enril bobbed her head, nuzzling against the legs of the man lying on his side, a rush of sucking pleasure washed over Jiha.
He gave a long sigh.
"Hoo. Mm. That feels good."
The tips of Enril's pointed ears trembled, and her movements quickened.
To signal his enjoyment, Jiha patted Enril's thigh twice — thump, thump — then reached down and caught her ear between his index and middle finger.
The dark elf's ear was burning hot.
It was flushed deeply from both embarrassment and arousal.
Realizing Enril had gotten excited too, Jiha moved his hands.
He pulled off her short sleeping shorts and underwear in one motion.
"Ah..."
Enril, who had been absorbed in sucking his cock, let out a shy moan and pressed her thighs together tightly.
She had gotten drenched while sucking him.
She wanted to hide it.
"...Spread your legs."
At Jiha's whisper, the strength drained from Enril's thighs.
She didn't resist, but wouldn't open them first, so Jiha used both hands to part her legs and pressed his face into her vulva.
The man's lips licked the honey-slick petals.
"Ah, aah. Aaahng."
A spring so wet that honey trickled down her inner thighs.
When Jiha pressed his lips to her sex and sucked, Enril let out a sweet cry, her body trembling.
She had been desperately thirsting for the man to do exactly this, and the sudden jolt of dizzying pleasure made even the flesh of her buttocks quiver.
"Ha-umph."
Whimpering faintly, Enril lowered her head and took the man into her mouth again.
A night where a man and a woman devoured each other.