Chapter 194: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 8
Chapter 194: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 8
He pressed his now-wet tip against her entrance and drove his rigid length inside.
"Ah. Haaaaaah......."
As the thick, rigid length pushed into her, Narsha gasped, unable to offer even token resistance.
A pained expression and the spasms quaking through her thighs were the only reactions she could manage.
"......."
It's short.
Barely halfway in, he already felt the tip of his length pressing against a barrier.
"Hnng, huuuh......."
When Jiha's glans pressed against that deepest part, Narsha let out a wet moan, her face a mask of confusion, as if she didn't understand why she was making such sounds.
"At this rate, I can't even get it in properly."
Even as Jiha's taunt reached her ears, Narsha couldn't catch her breath, her face slack with overwhelmed pleasure.
Still, it felt undeniably good.
As Jiha's manhood pushed deeper, the walls of her flesh clamped down around him.
The pressure was exquisite, so much so that the inability to sink himself to the root was a source of genuine frustration.
'Well, she is a small species....'
With that thought in mind, Jiha gripped Narsha's waist and slowly withdrew his length.
A flicker of relief crossed Narsha's face as he pulled out, only for her expression to twist into a grimace a moment later.
"Ah, a-ahk......."
Of course, Jiha had thrust back in.
Uncertain how to process the unfamiliar sensation of a man filling her, Narsha flailed her arms, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
Watching her, Jiha drew back slightly before thrusting in again.
"......."
This time, more than half of his length was swallowed.
As the angle deepened, Jiha furrowed his brow, pulled out once more, and then thrust upward.
"Hah, haaaaah......."
At the sudden increase in speed, Narsha let out a ragged breath.
He went even deeper this time.
It had felt frustratingly shallow at first, but as he kept moving, he began to sink deeper.
"This is fascinating...."
Torn between pain and pleasure, Narsha had no presence of mind left to listen to Jiha's words.
Observing her reaction, Jiha wrapped his arms around Narsha's waist and began to rock her body.
Smack!
He pulled out from the swamp that clenched and tightened around him.
Smack!
When he pushed back in, it welcomed him in a form slightly different from before.
It grew more sinuous and deeper.
"So this is a Dirga's body...."
The cave was deepening to match Jiha's length.
It was fundamentally short, but once it accepted a man, it would bend and transform to fit his shape.
Elasticity.
It was as if only the inside of the woman was made of clay.
Each time he pushed in, he entered a warm, heated rubber cylinder, carving his presence into it, and each time he pulled out, his shape was left behind.
It was a body that could satisfy any man.
"Whoooh...."
This was a first for him.
In admiration, Jiha slowly withdrew his hips, then pushed back in even slower.
He sculpted the warm, perfectly constricting cave into his own.
"Turns a man into a stonemason...."
As Jiha expressed his satisfaction, Narsha trembled and shook her head in denial.
"Hnng, huuuht......."
Her face showed she couldn't believe that a hideous thing was burrowing inside her, couldn't believe her own body was accepting it so lewdly, couldn't believe the moans she herself was making.
But her body was undeniably heating up, and each time Jiha's manhood plundered her, honey poured out.
Above all, the face of the woman in the mirror was melting.
"Ah, hnnng......."
She stared at her reflection, her eyes full of disbelief at her own disheveled moans, as if she never knew that receiving a man could feel this good.
Jiha savored the pitifully trembling brows and the cave that tightened around him even in denial.
He embraced her small body from behind, groping her as he pleased while sculpting her swamp into his own.
The woman, who had been somewhat defiant at first, was now gasping for air the moment he pushed in, unable to offer any resistance. Instead, her insides were tightening as if demanding he go even deeper.
The slower he pushed, the tighter she clenched and the more fiercely she squeezed him.
Her body grew impatient, begging him to move faster, to spill his seed inside her.
"You're being impatient already."
Jiha laughed and stopped his hips.
When he stopped while fully embedded, the gasping Narsha stared blankly into the mirror.
Unable to instantly read Jiha's intentions, she grew anxious.
Instead of speaking, Jiha gripped her sides and moved her torso from side to side.
"Ah, uuuhht!?"
It wasn't the man moving, but her entire body. As her frame shifted, the length filling her most secret place scraped against her in a novel way, leaving Narsha at a complete loss.
Her toes pointed straight out, wracked by spasms.
He derived pleasure by shaking the woman's body like a toy. It was only possible because the Dirga's frame was so small and light.
'No, it's like this species was made for this....'
Even the vagina, which transformed to accommodate a male of any species, suggested as much.
"S-stop it....... Hah, ahng....... Hahk."
Narsha pleaded as Jiha shook her body like a toy.
When the man moved directly, she could at least learn the pattern and endure it, but with her own body being shaken, she couldn't get a grip on anything.
"Ah, ahng. Uhhnng......."
When his length jabbed at a deep place from a different angle, a nasal moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
The eyes of her sweat-slick, flushed face quivered pitifully.
Even as she couldn't believe the woman in the mirror was herself, her mouth continued to spill moans of pleasure.
"......."
Jiha felt no small amount of pleasure himself.
Every time he moved Narsha's body, her insides churned, scraping, sucking, and stroking him.
The interior heaved wildly, trying to reshape itself to fit him, and each time, it would clamp down from his sensitive glans to the root before releasing. When he gripped her waist and shook her again, the fleshy walls would tighten from root to glans.
It stroked from bottom to top, from top to bottom, then squeezed from the sides.
This was a pleasure no other woman could provide.
"Whuuuh...."
Jiha held Narsha's waist and continued to shake her body.
The more he shook her, the more honey spilled out, and the cave ceaselessly reconfigured into a custom fit around him, making him want to test just how good it could get.
"Ah, haaaah. Haaaahng......."
Narsha couldn't offer any resistance as Jiha shook her at will.
As her hips drew circles, the manhood deeply planted inside her was pleasured by a unique, serpentine writhing.
"......."
What would happen if he also moved directly from here?
Holding Narsha's body and shaking it, Jiha slowly pulled his length back.
"Uhk......"
Then, as if a keyhole were closing, the sensitive glans was squeezed from above and below.
It was as if her body refused to let him escape, refused to let him flee without planting his seed.
Jiha couldn't help but be impressed.
"Your body... is lewd."
"Wh-what vulgar things are you... ugh!"
Shivering with even more pleasure than Jiha felt, Narsha snapped back angrily.
Jiha tilted her body's angle slightly more and pushed in again. A thick nectar then soaked his glans and squeezed down on him.
"A body that responds so lewdly...."
It was the kind of body that made playing with it addictive.
Jiha grabbed Narsha's legs and spread them wide.
He pounded into her from behind!
Shuuuuk.
The deeper he went, the more her inside transformed to press on him, and whenever he tried to pull out, it would cling to him as if reluctant to let go.
"Ugh, huuuht......."
As Jiha repeatedly stabbed and withdrew his length, Narsha shook her head.
In the mirror, she could see her own vulgar image, legs spread wide, accepting the man and gasping for breath.
"Ah, aaaht......."
Unlike her initial resistance, once she was conquered, she had become a complete toy at the man's mercy.
She had never dreamed her body could react this way.
"Hahak, haaaaah. H-hurry up and finish...."
When Narsha forced out the words, Jiha tsked.
"That's a haughty surrender declaration."
"Uhhnng, anyway, a man... only gets to go once, right?"
Even while trembling, her face a mess, she still managed to utter words that belittled men.
'She really doesn't know men.'
Even without his Vampiric Mana, no young man would be done after only one time throughout the entire night.
They'd rest and go again.
But Narsha, knowing nothing, simply believed everything would end the moment Jiha climaxed once.
Jiha shifted his position.
He grabbed Narsha's wrists with both hands, pulled her back, and synchronized his hips to push into her.
"Ah, aaaah...."
Held by the arms and suspended in the air, the woman's legs swayed pitifully as she was impaled.
It was a position only possible due to her small, light body. Yet, contrary to her petite frame, her breasts swelled appetizingly, and her hips were firm and inviting.
By pulling her arms, he could pound into her faster and deeper.
As Jiha began to sprint, Narsha's face in the mirror contorted with even greater pleasure.
If everything up until now had been playing, this was the hipwork of a male whose sole purpose was to spill his seed inside a female.
Thwack! Thwack!
The man slammed roughly against a small bottom that was pleasingly fleshy.
Each time, the ripe, voluptuous female flesh trembled, and the woman's lips parted to spill thin moans.
"Hah, hahk. Haaht. Haaaa...."
The woman who had laughed at and reviled the man moments before was gone. Only a female gasping in pleasure as she received the male remained.
Unable to withstand the pleasure of the man digging deep and stirring her up, she no longer had the presence of mind to check her own expression. She simply trembled her hips, craving to be pounded even deeper.
Ignoring the woman's reactions, the man gripping her arms tightly pushed her unilaterally to a rough rhythm that only he could enjoy.
"Haaah, huuuh. Hnnngh...."
The woman shuddered under the fierce hipwork, her head dropping as if she might collapse at any moment, but the man showed no mercy and continued to drive into her.
Even if she wanted to escape, her arms were caught, making it impossible. The woman could only sob and hope that the man would be satisfied soon.
"Ah, aaah, haahng... ang. Huuuhng. Hnngk."
Seeing Narsha spilling only moans of pleasure, a sense of pride swelled in his manhood at the thought of having subdued her somewhat.
The cave, sensing the engorged member that had grown sensitive as stone from glans to root, narrowed even further, constricting him tightly.
Jiha thrust relentlessly into the lewd swamp that urged him to finish quickly, as if it had been waiting too long.
"Haaah, haang. Aaaah. Uhhnng...."
Instinctively knowing what was about to happen, the female tried to flee from this first-time experience.
But Jiha pulled her arms back even harder, leaving not a single gap between them as he pounded into her.
Trapped, Narsha let out a pitiful moan.
"Ah, no. Pull out, uhhuuhng... I don't... want the child of a bastard like you...."
Smack! Smack!
The more she tried to flee, the tighter the cave clamped down. The moment he felt himself fully sheathed inside the pleasing, plump white bottom, the cave constricted, and his member, sensitive beyond measure, shuddered.
Buuulkkeok!
His vision went white as a liquefying pleasure surged through his hips.
"Ah, aaaaaah...."
Feeling the man spill his seed inside her, Narsha also gasped for air.
But Jiha pulled her still-captured arms even tighter and sank his fangs into her neck.
Kwa-deu-deuk!
"Huh, uuuuht!?"
Bitten in the middle of her climax, Narsha could only tremble, unable to resist.
The only reaction she showed was her feet, which didn't reach the floor, flailing in the air.
The more she flailed, the stronger the force of the cave constricting his manhood became, reaching a pressure that felt as if a hand was grabbing him and trying to snap him off.
Unable to withstand that pressure, his length shuddered and ejaculated again, pleasure flowing along his spine.
Jjuuup. Tsup. Tseut.
But drinking the Unique's blood, Jiha's member regained its taut strength, allowing him to leisurely enjoy even the cave's resistance.
Pierced by his length and rendered unable to resist, the woman's neck was bitten and her blood was sucked out.
"Ah, aaaaaaah...."
The more blood he drank, the more the woman's body heated up, gripping and releasing him more intensely, swallowing him with a squirming motion that only made him want to keep enjoying it.
Even after ejaculating, his strength returned in an instant, his member growing taut again.
"Whoooh."
Once he had drunk his fill of blood, Jiha pulled his lips from her neck. Narsha's body then slumped forward as if she would collapse.
Jiha guided her feet to the floor so she wouldn't fall.
In a position on all fours with her hips raised, Narsha dropped her head and gasped for breath. Jiha smacked her bottom.
Smack!
At the crisp sound, Narsha, still trembling in the afterglow of pleasure, looked back and was even more bewildered.
"Who said it's over after one shot?"
Thanks to the Direct Bloodsucking, his manhood was as vigorous as ever.
Belatedly realizing that the manhood burrowing in her depths was still going strong, Narsha's face was overcome with terror.
She had realized he was a completely different being from the men she had held preconceptions about.
"S-stop... huuuht."
Ignoring her plea, Jiha pushed his hips forward, and Narsha let out a sweet moan.
Jiha taught her the first rule.
"We go until I'm satisfied."
By the time he had finished carving into her body just what kind of man he was, she would never forget.