Chapter 199: The Swordsman and the Witch - 3
Chapter 199: The Swordsman and the Witch - 3
Clink. Clink.
Jiha sat on the sofa in the market office, legs spread wide.
Kneeling between them, Yura unfastened his belt in an instant and drew him out.
He was already considerably swollen, the result of her teasing earlier—tasting her breasts through her clothes and that secretive, grinding pressure she'd applied.
"Mm."
Yura opened her mouth and let her saliva drip.
Drop.
The warm fluid landed with perfect aim on the swollen head, then trickled slowly down the shaft.
It clung like melting candle wax, thick and glossy. She kept drooling until he was completely slick, then lifted her flushed face to look up at him.
She read the anticipation, the raw excitement in his face, and smiled through her embarrassment.
"...Mm. Please, just relax and enjoy yourself."
Yura bent forward and slid him deep into the valley between her breasts with a long, tight squeeze.
"Ngh."
A sudden pressure clamped down around him.
Jiha watched his cock disappear from tip to base into the lush softness of Yura's cleavage.
She buried him in her chest while still wearing her succubus outfit, the fabric pressing in from both sides to make the constriction even more intense.
"Mm... ahh..."
The sensation was strange and overwhelming—two firm yet impossibly soft mounds ruthlessly squeezing down on him.
Yura rocked her upper body up and down, then found his hands and held them tight.
"You mustn't overdo it. You have to just stay still, alright?"
"Hnnn."
Jiha bit his lip and let out a long breath.
A red-haired succubus knelt before him, her large breasts wrapped around his cock, holding both of his hands as she moved against him.
His length, buried completely from tip to root, swelled even larger, demanding to thrust. But Yura's generous chest refused to yield. No matter how he pulsed and strained, he was caught in that soft valley, unable to escape anywhere.
"Ah... mm..."
"Earlier... you were thinking about this while you were looking at Lady Barjet, weren't you?"
Squelch. Squelch.
Yura squeezed him between her breasts and rubbed, whispering.
They were alone, but she kept her voice deliberately low. Jiha answered just as quietly.
"Mm... no..."
"Really?"
"I mean... not yet..."
Jiha spoke while enjoying her service.
He'd noticed that Barjet's chest was large, but his thoughts hadn't gone that far. Though—now that she mentioned it, the idea did have some appeal.
"Haah."
Yura's pace quickened, as if she'd noticed.
Squelch. Squelch.
Every time Yura moved her upper body in that slow, steady rhythm, his cock was massaged inside her cleavage, a pleasure that made the small of his back prickle and itch.
It felt like he could come at any moment, yet also like he could endure this forever.
This was entirely different from her inner walls—a firm yet pillowy pressure. Each time the succubus, cheeks flushed pink, moved her body, the vast white expanse of her breasts swayed and filled his vision.
"Ah... mm..."
Each motion brought a wave of friction against his head and shaft.
Yura seemed thrilled by every groan Jiha let out, gripping his hands tightly in hers—and that was what made it so uniquely good. The feeling of being serviced with her entire body.
"Mmm... haah..."
Normally, Jiha took his pleasure from taming and conquering women.
He'd rarely, if ever, simply stayed still and received this kind of treatment. Not that the others didn't want to—they just weren't very skilled at it yet.
"Lady Barjet's breasts are only a little bit bigger than mine, but..."
Sliiide.
Yura lifted her upper body high, squeezing the tip of his cock.
"...I'll make sure this feels much better."
She slid down again, dragging across the length of his shaft.
Every so often she added a side-to-side motion, crushing him from different angles, and each time Jiha's body twitched involuntarily.
"Mm... ah..."
When he tried to free his hands and grope her breasts, Yura smiled and adjusted her grip instead.
"Nope. Keep holding my hands. I told you I was going to do this for you, didn't I?"
"Haa... mm..."
Twitch. Twitch.
Jiha, fully heated now, writhed his hips where he sat on the sofa. He wanted to rut deeper between Yura's moving breasts—wanted to grind his cock, sticky with her saliva, even harder against those firm mounds of flesh.
"Yes... mm..."
Yura sensed his arousal and began moving in time with him. Her hands stayed locked around his.
When he thrust up, she slid down. When he pulled back, she rose to meet him.
The length of his cock, buried deep in her cleavage, began to travel farther with each motion, and the pleasure climbed sharply.
"Haa... mm..."
"Ah... hah..."
Yura let out shameful moans of her own as she shook her breasts up and down in short, rapid strokes, grinding against him.
When Jiha faltered at the sudden shift in rhythm, Yura smiled shyly and moved even faster. A clear signal: don't hold back, just let it out.
The dark length of his cock, which had been swallowed completely by her pale cleavage, began to peek out bit by bit as her movements turned more violent. The occasional flash of the head emerging from that soft valley only heightened the visual thrill.
Squelch. Squish. Jiggle!
"Mm, Jiha... hurry, please hurry..."
"Ngh... hnn..."
Spurrrrrrt!
Grip.
The man's hands clamped down on Yura's, his whole body trembling.
His release exploded out of her cleavage, spurting as high as her throat and chin, but Yura didn't stop moving.
"Haaa... hnnn..."
Jiggle. Jiggle!
Even as Jiha came, her breasts kept bouncing up and down, wringing out every pulse of pleasure with unrelenting pressure. The surge of semen flooding her cleavage only made things slicker, letting her move even more smoothly.
"Yeah... mm... I'm better than that woman's breasts... aren't I?"
"Haa... hnnn..."
The succubus asked him that even while he was still coming, never once stopping the motion of her chest. When Jiha nodded without thinking, she beamed with pleasure and squeezed even tighter.
"More... give me more. Please... mm..."
Spurt! Spurrrrt!!
As the pressure of her breasts intensified with her frantic movements, his ejaculating cock kept pumping out thick streams of cum.
"Ah... haa... ahhh..."
Yura bowed her head and opened her mouth.
Every time the succubus rocked her body in that rhythmic motion, his semen surged out like a broken hose and splashed inside her mouth.
"Hahh... hhaaahhh..."
For Jiha, who had been sitting back and just enjoying himself, the sight was so wanton it made his eyes feel bloodshot.
Every pulse from his cock sent cum arcing into Yura's mouth, splattering against her cheeks, and she showed not a hint of distaste. If anything, she worked her tongue, swallowed what she could, and squeezed her breasts tighter as if demanding more.
Squish.
"Ugh... mm..."
He was still in the middle of his climax. A part of him just wanted to rest.
But the obscene sight of Yura and the soft, relentless squeeze of her breasts kept him from going down at all.
"Haa... hhaahhh... haaa..."
"Mm... haaaah..."
Yura whimpered again, a heated little moan, as she shook her upper body.
Her cleavage was drenched with the cum Jiha had pumped into it, the whole mess clinging to his cock, slicker and stickier than before.
Splat. Drip.
Then Yura opened her mouth and let more saliva fall directly into her own cleavage.
The man's seed, the woman's spit, both their sweat mixing together—the valley of Yura's breasts clung to him even more obscenely.
"Yes... haah... more... please like it more..."
Now Yura let go of his hands and began pressing and grinding her breasts together with her own palms.
For a moment his cock felt dizzyingly crushed, then it was rubbed softly, rocked gently up and down. The feeling of being trapped in a mass of flesh with absolutely no way out. A lascivious pair of tit-holes that would never let him wilt and escape.
"Mm... ah... Y-Yura..."
"Yes... I'm here. More... give me more... haah... give me more..."
Jiha grabbed Yura's horns and pushed her head down. She took the gesture with obvious glee and followed it.
Lick. Lick.
She stilled the motion of her breasts and slid her tongue over the head of his cock where it peeked out from between them. The angle was awkward, her chest far too large for her tongue to easily reach. But when Jiha bucked his hips upward, her tongue just barely grazed him.
"Mmm... ah..."
As Jiha started thrusting upward, Yura pressed and rubbed her breasts together from both sides, crushing him in her soft grip. The succubus, trembling from the pleasure of servicing him by using her own tits to squeeze and knead, kept her head bowed and opened her mouth wide. A target for the dark, straining cock that was fighting to break free of her chest.
"Yes... hnn... Jiha..."
Spray it all over my mouth.
Her coquettish nasal tone pulled a beastlike groan from the man.
"Haa... hnnnn... ngh, hnnn!"
Spurt! Spurtsput! Spurrrrrrrrt!!!
Jiha convulsed and came again.
Yura held her head low, mouth still open wide, and drank down the cum that erupted into her.
"Ah... haa... ahhh..."
A demure, red-haired succubus knelt in front of him, wedging a man between her breasts and servicing him endlessly, then joyfully catching and drinking his seed. The absolute peak of erotic spectacle—far beyond what any ordinary person could imagine.
Jiha gasped for breath, pumping out load after load while he drank in that depraved sight.
Spurrrrt.
"Mm... ah..."
Her aim, of course, wasn't perfect. Some of it splashed across Yura's cheek and the corner of her lips.
But Yura licked up whatever clung to her mouth and made every effort not to waste a single drop. Watching her do it filled him with a satisfaction that went bone-deep as a man.
"Haa... haaahh... haaaahhh..."
Spurt!
He came again.
After climaxing so many times in a row that his mind felt as empty as his balls, Jiha finally sucked in a deep breath. He'd fired off a second round, then a third, without ever pulling out from between her breasts.
"Mm... hnn..."
Yura still had him wedged in her chest while her tongue darted out to clean every smear of cum from her lips.
Gulp.
He watched the motion of her throat in a daze. Then she began to move again, slowly, gently rocking her body. She knew he was savoring the afterglow and was giving him just a little more service with her breasts.
"Mmmm."
"...Just rest now."
There was a note of longing in her voice as she slowly worked through the cleanup.
She used a finger to scoop the cum from wherever her tongue couldn't reach—her cheek—and sucked it clean with soft little pops. Then she wiped the seed from her pale neck and the curve of her shoulder before drinking that down too.
"Nn... mm..."
Watching Yura take such care cleaning him up made him stiffen all over again, even fresh off his climax.
Jiha instinctively bucked his hips, but Yura just smiled and shook her head.
"...See? You're already finished."
Her voice was anything but convincing—she sounded delighted.
But Enril, whom they'd sent out on an errand, would be back soon. And Jiha had business to attend to himself.
"..."
Slllllick.
With visible reluctance, Yura pulled her upper body back.
His cock slipped free from that cum-soaked valley, wobbling as it dribbled the last remaining seed onto the floor.
"Mm."
Yura hastily leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking hard.
Slurrp. Slurrp.
Jiha closed his eyes and sighed at the pleasant sensation of her drawing on him. Yura pursed her lips, determined to suck up every bit of semen clinging to his shaft and whatever was still left inside.
Even as she did so, she kept her arms braced under her breasts, stopping the pool of cum from spilling over. Not a single drop he'd given her was allowed to go to waste.
"Mmm... ah..."
Pop.
Yura finally pulled her mouth off with a wistful sound when Jiha groaned.
She looked down at her own chest and smiled a soft, bashful smile.
"...You really came an incredible amount."
"Yeah..."
Jiha was still floating in the afterglow. He'd climaxed so much that exhaustion was setting in, drowsiness already beginning to tug at him. Part of him wanted to keep going with Yura. At the same time, he wanted to just hold her tight.
"Come here."
"Huh? But..."
Yura looked flustered, still hadn't cleaned the cum from her chest.
Jiha spread his arms and said it again.
"Quickly."
"...Mm."
Yura hurriedly used Purification to make herself clean, then nestled into his embrace.
As that voluptuous body pressed against him, Jiha exhaled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Let's just stay like this for a bit."
"But Lady Enril..."
"She can wait a little."
Yura's expression flickered with uncertainty before she focused on tucking him back into his pants and straightening him up.
He let her do it and whispered against her ear.
"I'm going to have to make you jealous more often."
"..."
Yura ducked her head, freshly embarrassed.
For various reasons, she and Jiha hadn't had much time together lately. That had surely been bothering her in its own way. So the fact that Jiha had recognized her silent invitation, had been the one to seduce her first and reassure her that there was no need to rush—it loosened the knot in her heart. Especially since he'd told her how incredibly good it had felt.
"...Next time, I'll make it even more enjoyable for you."
"I'll look forward to it."
Kiss.
Jiha pressed a kiss to her cheek, and Yura's body gave a tiny tremble.
Her heart swelled with a deep, full contentment.