Chapter 162: Creating an Opportunity - 3
Chapter 162: Creating an Opportunity - 3
When Jiha pulled her close with his arm, Asira hesitated for a moment before turning around.
Just like before—she meant to show him her back and settle onto his thighs in the back-facing sitting position.
"Hmm."
First, reel her in, then break her apart.
As Jiha waited, Asira carefully lowered herself onto his thighs. Once the female demon was seated against him, Jiha whispered low into her ear.
"Spread them."
"......."
Asira flinched, but even through her tension, she slowly parted her thighs.
Jiha rested his chin on her shoulder and gazed down at the sight, savoring it at his leisure.
To think the always-dignified lady knight was now sitting on his lap, swallowing her shame and spreading her own legs.
"Put it in."
"......Huh?"
Jiha wrapped his uninjured right arm around her waist and didn't move.
Asira looked down at the man, stiff and erect with venomous arousal, and her voice shrank.
"You want me to...... do this?"
"Should we stop, then?"
"......."
Asira hesitated, then gingerly took hold of Jiha's member with her hand.
But she couldn't quite bring herself to guide it to her own cave. She hesitated, and Jiha whispered.
"Are you going to stay like this all night? Dragging it out this long, Yura's going to catch us."
"......."
Under his prodding, Asira finally managed to guide the tip to her cleft, but she couldn't move any further.
It was simply too much to ask a woman who'd only known a man a single night to open herself and take him in on her own.
So Jiha took hold of himself and pushed inside.
His own patience was wearing thin by now.
"Ha. Haah?!"
The shaft pierced through in one stroke, slipping into her already-wet cleft as if being sucked all the way to the hilt.
Reflexively, Asira startled and tried to rise and flee, but Jiha tightened his arm around her waist and held her in place.
"Ah, ugh-haa......."
Conquered in a single instant, the knight threw her head back toward the ceiling and could only gasp out frail breaths.
Jiha felt the strength drain from her body, which had gone rigid with tension, and he slowly rose from his seat.
"Ah-ugh. Kuh-ugh......."
As Jiha pressed deeper, grinding against the end of her, Asira panted and her body folded forward.
Jiha pressed her hips down with his lower belly, shifting their position carefully to keep her from collapsing as her strength gave out.
On all fours atop the carpet beneath them, Asira could only gasp raggedly, overwhelmed.
"Hnnng, kuh-hnnn......."
Like a wounded animal, she let out moans tangled with pain and pleasure while her limbs spasmed.
Jiha withdrew slowly, and her inner walls coiled in complicated folds, clamping down tight. The exquisite temperature of those walls, which he'd tasted before, spurred him on again, goading his arousal.
Jiha ignored that urging and pulled out with excruciating slowness, a motion as if scraping along every inch of her without missing a single fold.
"Ahhht. Huuugh......."
Each time he drew out, Asira writhed and her hips quivered faintly.
Seeing the always-dignified, noble lady knight pierced from behind, robbed of speech, trembling helplessly under his movement—lust surged up in him at once.
"Cry a little sweeter for me."
At Jiha's demand, Asira trembled for an entirely different reason.
She had come to him with her own resolve, but his desire was utterly shattering her imagination.
Shluuuuurrp.
He had pulled out nearly to the tip, and then he slammed it in all at once. Asira bucked in shock.
"Ah-ugh. Hahht. Haak......."
Both arms that had braced against the floor now trembled faintly from pleasure.
Ten seconds to pull out, then thrust in all at once.
Sluuuck. Shluuuck! Thwack! Smack! Smack!!
"Hak, haak. Haa-uuung. Ah-gh?!"
A ringing pleasure echoed through her head, and the hard awl scraped back through her cave as it withdrew. Asira wept, frightened.
Only now did she understand: the night before, the man had been holding back completely.
In contrast to her trembling body, her cleft clung slickly around Jiha's member with sticky honey.
Enjoying that response, Jiha pulled out nearly to the end once again.
The lady's hips tightened, bracing for the man who was about to drive in again. Jiha pressed his hand against them and spoke.
"My arm hurts. You try this time."
Asira looked back at him, dazed.
"H-how......."
"Move your hips on your own."
"......."
Hesitant but obedient, Asira carefully pushed her hips backward by herself.
"Uhhht. Huuuuuuuh......."
The sensation of taking a man in from behind—because she was doing it herself, she could moderate the degree of pleasure.
She shrank from the hard male presence packing her so full, yet at the same time, she trembled and gasped.
Jiha deliberately held still and looked down at the sight of Asira moving her waist on her own, swallowing and biting down on him.
The sight of those lower lips ravenously devouring and sucking the man in—so agonizingly slow that the urge to shove into her as he pleased rose up, but Jiha endured it.
This was the process of breaking Asira in as his woman.
"Ah, ah-haa......."
Unaware of his intentions, Asira bit down on her lower lip and buried the man completely inside her own crevice, then drew ragged breaths.
This position drove him far deeper than before, and Asira, propped on her elbows against the carpet, couldn't move right away—she was too busy panting.
When Jiha gripped the flesh of her hips and guided her with motion, the resting Asira instinctively pushed her body forward.
"Huuugh. Huuuu-ugh......."
As she found a rhythm that suited her, her thighs quivered and sweet nectar kept spilling out.
She knew her marsh was becoming soaked and hotter than ever, but Asira didn't grasp the meaning. The pretense of doing this for Yura had vanished. The pleasure sweeping through her entire body was utterly melting away her reason.
The hips that had been softly working and spitting the man out were now moving on their own, swallowing him back in again.
As Asira mindlessly moved her waist, Jiha spoke calmly.
"You're doing this for Yura's sake, is that it?"
"......."
Even half-dissolved in pleasure, Asira reacted to that name.
When she looked back, Jiha smiled and informed her.
"Looks to me like you just want to get fucked by me."
"N-no......."
The moment Asira tried to object, Jiha moved on his own and stabbed inside.
"Haaauuuugh......."
When the male drove in roughly, Asira opened her mouth and let out a moan of wanton surrender. A woman's response, drinking the man in and rapturous, utterly unaware that the sounds spilling from her were lewd.
"What do you mean, no? Every time I do you, you're dying from how good it feels."
"Th-that's......."
Being honest by nature, Asira couldn't deny it—not when she herself recognized her body was growing exquisitely sensitive and heated to Jiha.
"If Yura saw us tangled like this and cried, would you stop?"
"Haa, haa....... O-of course......."
Asira answered without thinking, and Jiha pulled out about halfway before thrusting back in.
Believing he would follow the same rhythm, Asira had been moaning sweetly, inwardly relieved—until she spasmed, slender tremors racing through her body.
"Ha, haak. Haa-uuung."
Jiha traced his fingers down her sweat-dampened back as he murmured in a low, suggestive tone.
"I don't like that."
"......What?"
"Whether Yura catches us or not, I want to keep doing this with you. Didn't I tell you from the start this was my plan?"
Asira stared at him with startled eyes, yet she couldn't quite hide the glint of secret delight.
Though she wasn't conscious of it, she had been looking at Jiha as a man, and the notion that he was Yura's man had made her try to keep her distance.
But after their bodies had overlapped for one reason or another, the male had taken a liking to her—and the joy of being acknowledged as a female was rising up in her, beyond her own awareness.
A woman's face, neither knight nor protector.
Jiha looked down at the female and grinned savagely.
"Whenever I want to do it, I will."
"......."
It was a coercive, threatening declaration, but Asira said nothing.
Instead, she bit her lower lip, trying to hide her expression. Jiha asked leisurely.
"Happy? That we can keep doing this—are you happy?"
"That....... Nnnngh."
The moment she tried to answer, Jiha gently pulled back.
By controlling the timing of the thrusts and withdrawals, Jiha had Asira completely pinned.
The male mounting the female, dominating her.
"Your body is happy. How about your mind?"
"......."
Asira buried the lower half of her face against her arm and refused to answer.
Jiha pressed his hand against her hips and rammed himself in at an even sharper angle.
"Ah-huh....... Huuungh."
"Being held by me makes you happy, doesn't it, Asira?"
"That......."
"Are you offering your body solely for Yura? When you came to my room, did you not expect it would turn into this?"
Jiha's question left Asira's face frozen, words caught in her throat.
Could Asira truly give her body solely for Yura's sake?
Perhaps such a thing existed, but at the very least, Asira's reactions said otherwise. She simply lacked self-awareness—she was giving her body because she herself favored Jiha.
"It, it's not that I dislike you. But......."
Asira looked back and tried to force out an answer, but Jiha didn't listen, instead starting to move his length at a rhythm that suited him.
Thwack! Shluu-uck. Smack! Slap!
"Ha, ah. Ah. Aaahh......."
Once Jiha began to move in earnest, all Asira could do was moan through a melting expression.
The lady knight who had come to him under the pretense of doing this for Yura had now cast aside every mask, pinned beneath him, sobbing as a woman and shaking her head piteously.
For a moment, she tried to furrow the bridge of her nose to endure the cresting pleasure, only for her eyes to fall half-lidded as a honeyed moan escaped her—a sight that thoroughly satisfied the man.
What's more, the constricting pleasure from within, the body goading him on with its strange temperature contrast—hot at the tip, cool at the root—was making Jiha's thrusts grow rougher all on their own.
"Urging me to pump it all out......."
If Yura the succubus was a hole that sucked, Asira the demon was a body that drove a man to savagery.
Even Jiha's patience—honed by taming her while reining in his lust and controlling the pace—was reaching its limit. As a man, this was a body that made him want to shove in as he pleased and release as soon as possible.
Smack! Smack!
As Jiha drove in with force, Asira's trembling arms slipped and her upper body nearly collapsed forward.
Jiha reached out and grabbed one of Asira's horns, gripping tight.
"Hak. Haa-aaahh......."
With her horn seized, Asira couldn't even fall flat, only spilling sobbing moans as the man hammered into her.
When he yanked the horn back as if it were a set of reins, Asira's torso arched backward, and her marsh swallowed the man even deeper.
"Ah-ugh, ah-ugh-ugh......."
Her horn caught and unable to flee, Asira's body fluttered with fine tremors.
The cave squeezed him tight. Jiha knew at once that she'd lightly peaked, but he never released her horn, pushing on relentlessly.
"Hak, haak. Ah-haak......."
With her tongue practically paralyzed, the only sound Asira could make was ragged gasps under Jiha's assault.
It felt like mounting and taming a magnificent steed.
He would engrave it deeply: horn as his reins, his shaft as his whip, himself the singular existence riding atop her.
The impulse surged to seize the demon's tail swaying before him, but for now, he couldn't afford to let go of the horn.
Resolving to save that for another time, Jiha drove himself in and pulled out with force.
"Nng, huuugh......."
Unable to endure the repeated climaxes, Asira shook her head violently, wrenching her horn free by force.
When Asira tried to flee forward, Jiha simply pressed down on top of her.
Still connected, he could pin her down easily just by pressing his body forward.
Her head now pressed under his chin, her body pinned beneath the full weight of him, Jiha only pumped his hips.
"Hoonk, hoo-ugh......."
He wanted to pin this female body down, pump his seed inside, rest in satisfaction, then do it again and again.
The more he drove in, the more this lewd body inflamed his lust.
"Haak. Haaht......."
Crushed facedown and completely trapped within the male's embrace, Asira panted and shook her head side to side.
Utterly helpless, the only thing she could do was cry out sweetly with her mouth to please the man.
"Nngh......."
As a shudder ran from his trembling thighs up through his head, Jiha groaned. Asira, who had been drowning in pleasure, urgently snapped back to her senses.
"N-no....... W-wait....... My body can take it, but inside—I can't let you do it inside."
"You talk too much."
Jiha snapped back and drove in even faster and deeper.
Shluuck. Shluuuck. Shwoo-uck!
Completely pinned by the man with no chance to escape, the lady knight's hips flinched. She desperately shook her rear, trying to pull free, but each time the man pressed her down more roughly and growled.
"Stay still."
"Ah-ugh. Haaang. Haaaa. N-no, I told you, inside isn't allowed....... You have Yura......."
As Asira kept resisting, Jiha bared his teeth savagely. Like a carnivore whose meal had been interrupted mid-bite.
"This is mine. I'm not giving it up."
"That......."
Asira's pupils quivered faintly at his brutal declaration.
Confusion and a subtle, secret joy mingled in her response, and her lower body clenched even tighter—close to the illusion that she was biting down on him. Amidst it all, Jiha pressed against the deepest entrance of the woman.
"Haaaaahh....... Nnngh. Nnnngh!"
Pab-yu-yuu-uuut!
He pinned the still-resisting woman down completely and spilled every drop of his seed deep inside her. Physical satisfaction and a spiritual sense of conquest washed through him.
As Jiha kept coming, Asira trembled and gasped.
"Nng. Hhuu-ugh. Huu-aaaa......."
Feeling the male presence repeatedly emptying itself inside her, Asira tilted her head back and looked at Jiha.
When he wordlessly brought his face close, she closed her eyes first.
Having now fully realized—she belonged to this man now.
Her very heart had submitted.