Chapter 151: The Man - 8
Chapter 151: The Man - 8
He woke from a sweet sleep feeling thirsty.
Jiha lapped up every trace of the honey that had flowed from Enril.
His tongue flicked her clitoris while his hands gripped and kneaded her taut, springy ass.
When he spread her cheeks and kneaded them, varying the pressure, Enril's slit quivered and twitched, spilling more of that sweet honey.
Schlik. Ssschlik.
Jiha drank it the moment it flowed, his own hips trembling.
"Mmmp. Nnnggh."
Enril had Jiha's now even larger shaft crammed in her mouth, moving awkwardly.
The mutual sucking and the faint trembling of her body made her embarrassment plain.
But the more embarrassed Enril became, the more honey leaked out.
Ssslluurrp.
"Hoo, hoooh."
Even so, the pressure of her mouth remained strong.
Enril pursed her lips, tilted her head back, then plunged down again, gently teasing the glans.
"Nngh, hoooh."
"Ah, haah. Ugh...."
Through their moans and bodily reactions, they each learned what the other liked.
Breathing grew ragged.
Jiha placed both thumbs on either side of Enril's slit and spread her wide open.
"Ha, ah, aah. D-don't...."
Enril, who had been busily sucking Jiha's cock, trembled and begged.
Even after they had so thoroughly mixed their bodies, it seemed she still couldn't bear showing her inside to a man so starkly.
"Ah, ngh. Nnggh...."
Jiha ignored her, of course, and stared at the spread-open flesh.
He parted the folds that were usually tightly shut and carefully studied what lay beyond the open bud.
Perhaps shy under the man's gaze, her body flinched and her inner flesh repeated a faint cycle of contracting and pursing.
"...Ah, s-stop."
As Enril grew teary, Jiha said lightly.
"It's pretty."
"Th-that, ngh.... Mmmp."
Unable to bear the mortification, Enril trembled before taking Jiha's manhood back into her mouth.
A squirming attempt to distract him by sucking his cock.
The thick pleasure of being sucked below grew. Enril was sucking longer and more persistently than ever before.
"Nnnngh."
Taking in as much as she could, Enril repeated a cycle of strong suction and release.
She was getting the hang of it from all the practice.
At that, Jiha pushed his index finger into the spread-open inner flesh.
"Ha-gk?!"
Enril, who had been frantically sucking Jiha's pillar while holding it in her mouth, shuddered hard.
Trying not to bite down, she made incomprehensible noises, which only made it more arousing.
The moment Jiha's finger entered, it was seized so tightly it was as if she'd been waiting for it—a pressure that made him wonder if she might break the finger.
Sssllluurrk. Sssuucckk.
As Jiha thrust his finger in and out, honey welled up and coated the finger thickly.
"Ngh, nnggh. Hnngghk."
Unable to contain her shame, Enril let out faint shivers and moaned.
Her lower body was held by the man, so even the secret inner flesh she couldn't properly see herself was laid utterly bare. Yet, embarrassed as she was... the moment the finger went in, she'd seized it greedily.
Ashamed, yet her body rejoiced.
Every time Jiha's finger moved and pulled out, an electric buzz of pleasure traveled from below her waist up to her breasts—there was no way to endure it.
Since the desire she'd harbored while sucking sleeping Jiha's cock—wanting him to do this—was being fulfilled, wasn't her secret place reacting as if it were easy?
"Ha, haak. Haaah...."
"Fingers alone are a waste...."
Tasting that tight, clenching masterwork with just his fingers made Jiha's head seethe.
He'd woken from a sweet sleep; he'd meant to finish things simply, but he couldn't hold back.
Jiha used his hands to flip Enril's body over.
Flustered, Enril let him do as he pleased, and they ended up lying side by side facing the same direction.
"Nnmm...."
In the heat of the moment, Jiha took his shaft and shoved it deep between Enril's legs.
Ssshuuunck.
"Hagk! Haaak! Haaaat...."
As his finger withdrew and something far thicker and harder pushed in to replace it, Enril made a gasping sound, not knowing what to do.
Jiha embraced the faintly trembling woman from behind and slowly thrust.
"Nngh. Hnngghh."
Amidst Enril's moans, Jiha pushed his honey-slicked fingers into her mouth.
Enril immediately closed her lips and sucked his fingers, drawing them in deeply.
"Haa, haaah...."
It was embarrassing to taste her own honey, but she wanted to do as Jiha wished.
Enril's head grew hot, and correspondingly, her inner flesh rippled and clamped down tight.
Jiha was excited, but Enril was more excited still.
Sshuuk. Thwack! Thwack!!
Any thought of holding back vanished. Jiha grabbed Enril's full breasts firmly and drove his hips into her from behind.
Each time his lower belly smacked against that remarkably large, light-brown ass, a pleasing sound rang out.
"Ah! Aaht! Aah-nng!"
Enril thrashed, panting sweetly.
The peerless beauty who had been so mortified to show the man her bare inner flesh was now convulsing and gasping as their bodies layered together.
A situation no man could fail to find satisfying.
The fire in Jiha's heart ignited, and his member hardened like a lump of steel.
The woman's thoroughly soaked swamp also repeated an endless cycle of clamping down tightly and then releasing with a soft squelch.
Enril was always a masterwork, but right now she was clamping down especially well; Jiha nearly came several times.
"Ugh, guh."
Wanting to delay ejaculation as much as possible, Jiha tried to adjust his pace, but—
"Hagk, haak. Ahh."
Enril suddenly shook her hips.
Not enough. Faster, thrust more.
The inner flesh that held his cock writhed, and a dizzying pleasure rose.
"Heok, uhk."
"Hagk, haak. Haang. Haang...."
Perhaps beyond endurance, with a fire lit inside her, Enril shook her hips as she pleased.
Every time that massive ass below her slender waist shook, the cycle—gripping tight, releasing, then clamping down stunningly—was exquisite.
At this pleasure beyond all that came before, Jiha could only pant while still buried all the way inside her.
"ng, hnng. Nggh. Hnnghh...."
Enril cried breathlessly and kept shaking her hips.
Each time the long silver hair swayed, the drenched cavern clamped down even tighter.
The fingers Jiha had been using to grab the dark elf's breasts tightened forcefully.
"I'm... going to come."
"Ah, haa. Aaht. Aaahhhng!"
As if urging it on, Enril wildly thrashed her hips before trembling all over.
Shudder.
Spuuurrrrt!! Spuuurrrrrt!!
A moment later, Jiha's member wildly spewed its semen as well.
As if recharged while he'd been asleep, it poured out unrelentingly.
"Heok, heeoeok...."
Even while he came, Jiha leaned his body forward to press closer to Enril.
His lower half, buried to the root in her depths, rocked slightly, while both his hands firmly grasped her full breasts, kneading them in a rhythm of tightening and loosening fingers.
At the same time, Jiha kept pressing kisses to the back of Enril's neck.
"Hagk, haaak. Haaak...."
Even at her peak, Enril twisted her body with a low moan each time Jiha's lips touched her neck.
A reaction that said she was deeply glad he was doing this even while he came.
Lying on her side, her back pressed against his chest, the woman trembled with joy each time his cock spurted inside her, and the shivers tickled his fingers as he kneaded her breasts.
"Hoo, hoooh."
"Ha, nghhh...."
The long ejaculation ended.
Jiha murmured vacantly.
"The bed's quite a mess."
"...I don't know."
The two had moved so intensely that the bed was wrecked.
The blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor.
But neither of them moved.
The heat lingering in their bodies, the pleasure still swirling.
Just stay like this.
Not only while they did it, but even after, they wanted to stay this close—his hand on her, kneading her breasts.
"Ha, ngh...."
Slightly wistful, Enril strained to turn her head back.
Jiha understood and lightly met her lips.
Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck....
A string of kisses that continued.
Trying to keep kissing from that awkward angle, Jiha finally pulled his lower body back and turned Enril fully around.
As his manhood pulled out, her inner flesh clenched tight, and the aftershocks made Enril shudder. Then Jiha met her lips again.
Wiping sweat from the dark elf's forehead with his hand, he repeated gentle kisses.
Peck. Peck.
"...Nnng."
Unable to hide her joy, Enril wrapped both arms around Jiha.
With her forehead pressed to the man's, she looked at Jiha with a gaze full of bliss.
No one in the world would believe that the silver-haired dark elf completely drunk on this sweet love was that severe-tempered Enril.
"...What?"
Even Jiha had been staring absently, entranced.
Enril thought something was wrong and asked, but Jiha gathered himself and changed the subject.
"You were pretty enthusiastic with that sucking."
"...It looked painful. That's all."
Enril, her cheeks flushed, made an excuse.
When a man slept, blood naturally pooled below, but Enril clearly hadn't known that.
Jiha put an arm around Enril's waist and grabbed her plump butt.
As he kneaded it with his hand, Enril, slightly flustered, asked.
"...Are we doing it again?"
"Let's rest a bit first."
Enril showed a slightly tired look, though she tried to hide it; Jiha, who had woken abruptly, also wanted to rest, collect himself, and talk.
"The blanket fell."
"Wait. I'll...."
When Enril tried to get up, Jiha strengthened the hand on her butt to stop her.
As Enril looked at him with surprise, Jiha said lightly.
"It'll just fall again if we do it more. Leave it."
"...."
"If you're cold, come closer."
Enril, still blushing, pressed herself even closer to Jiha.
The peerless beauty's lovely nude body clung completely to the man.
The sensation of her full breasts pressing against his chest was erotic.
Jiha kept stroking his hand from her waist down over her ass in repeated caresses.
With her cheek against Jiha's trapezius, Enril let him do as he pleased, a prim look on her face.
When Jiha hugged her neck and stroked her hair, her expression relaxed further.
And she looked sleepy.
"...Nngg."
"Sleepy?"
"No."
It wasn't like a little kid stubbornly refusing to sleep.
When Enril made a point of putting strength into her eyes, Jiha laughed and said.
"If you're sleepy, sleep a bit. If I get horny, I'll just fuck you."
"...Honestly."
Enril glared at him, but her face was pleased.
Because it meant Jiha would stay with her all night—that was the sound of it.
And because she guessed that the man had realized this inner feeling of hers and was even saying something like that.
Their bodies mixed, their hearts mixed.
Talking openly, then suddenly drifting off to sleep.
It was a lover's night.