Chapter 229 Melting Night -12
Chapter 229 Melting Night -12
"Ah, Jiha, mm. Mmm.... It's good."
Asira's face was that of a woman utterly absorbed in devouring her man. She panted mindlessly, her hips moving on their own.
The shame she'd felt riding him in front of Yura might as well have been an act. The moment she'd taken him inside and started savoring the feeling, her mind had gone blank.
Her heart and body melted simultaneously—the fulfillment of pleasing the man she loved combining with the pleasure delivered by the rigid mass of flesh piercing her core. Sweet sweat and honey trickled down.
Jiha kneaded her more-than-ample breasts, savoring Asira's fevered moans and the roll of her hips.
Yura approached the pair on all fours.
"You're pretty lewd too, Asira..."
"Ah, yeah, haaah..."
Just as Asira tried to speak, Yura lifted her head and pressed their lips together.
Asira flinched as Yura leaned into her while she was in the middle of receiving him.
Yura ended the brief kiss and whispered.
"...You feel good, don't you, Asira?"
"...Mm."
"I'm sorry, Asira..."
Yura wrapped her arms around Asira from behind as she straddled the reclining Jiha. She took hold of Asira's waist with both hands and traced a gentle circle.
Sluuuurp.
"Nngh..."
"Haaah. Yura, th-this..."
Jiha's groan shifted in pitch. Asira, forced into motion, shuddered from her shoulders to the tips of her toes.
As a succubus, Yura instinctively knew how to please her master Jiha, and the angle she controlled Asira's body at was exquisitely precise.
She found an angle of curvature the man possessed that Asira hadn't discovered when she moved on her own. As she guided Asira's body into it, both Jiha and Asira broke into a nervous sweat.
"...That's one round to me, Asira."
Yura reached around from behind and kneaded Asira's breasts. She whispered low into Asira's ear.
"A little smaller than mine, but plenty big, and so smooth when you hold them. You really like them, don't you, Jiha?"
"That..."
As Asira grew embarrassed, Yura licked her ear and whispered.
"Just a moment ago, Jiha was groping them all he wanted, and you loved it, right? You wanted him to keep touching you, right?"
"Mm, haaah..."
As Yura fondled her breasts and teased her, Asira dropped her eyes, utterly at a loss.
When Yura's fingers circled her stiffened nipples, her hips twitched and trembled.
A woman—Yura, of all people—doing this to her left her bewildered, yet Yura was stoking the fire in her body with the precision of a true succubus.
Being aroused by a woman's touch was mortifying. And to have it happen right in front of Jiha's eyes.
"D-don't look at me..."
Unable to bear Jiha watching from below, Asira covered her face with her hands.
Yura whispered into Asira's ear.
"I get jealous of you, Asira... but won't you get jealous of me too?"
"...I have."
Listening to their exchange, Jiha gripped Asira's hips and slowly raised his upper body. Yura quickly reached out to help him.
"Haa, haaah..."
Jiha took a seated position with Asira clinging to him face-to-face, arms wrapped around his neck.
He greedily grabbed the resilient, voluptuous cheeks of her rear and whispered into her ear.
"When were you jealous of Yura?"
"Mm, haaah..."
"Answer me."
As he chided her, Jiha slowly pushed his length in and withdrew.
Panting, Asira quivered pitifully and moaned.
"Ju-just before. When I first came into the room and saw Yura kissing you..."
"Be more specific."
Jiha held Asira's rear and urged her on, thrusting in and pulling out.
He'd intended to stop mid-thrust and leave her gasping if she didn't answer, but there was no need.
Clinging to him with both arms amid the pleasure he gave her, Asira spoke honestly.
"Uh, yeah. Ji- haah. Haaa... My chest ached... and I felt so wistful..."
"You were jealous of me, Asira..."
Yura smiled seductively and whispered into Jiha's ear.
Even as she did, her tongue nipped his earlobe and her hands stroked slowly from his back down to his rear.
The succubus's subtle caresses stimulated his erogenous senses, making the hair all over his body stand on end.
Master and succubus came together as if by instinct, their lips locking in a deep kiss, tongues entwining.
Smack. Sllurp. Slrrp.
The kiss was so intensely thick it would embarrass anyone watching. Yura's tongue pressed against Jiha's gums, then licked them softly.
The motion was almost like brushing, but done with a soft tongue instead. Even as he enjoyed the peculiar deep kiss, Jiha reflexively moved his hips.
"Hahk. Haaah..."
Asira had been watching Yura and Jiha's deep kiss in a daze, feeling a pang of exclusion. When the man moved, an ecstatic moan escaped her.
Yura, still thickly exchanging saliva with Jiha, shot a jealous glance toward Asira's moans as she was pierced by his tool.
Faced with Yura's envious expression, Asira felt flustered but couldn't stop the sounds she was making.
"Ah. Haaah..."
Yura pulled her lips away and looked down at Jiha as she whispered.
"The mixed taste of me and Asira... how is it?"
"Outrageously lewd."
Pleased yet still with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face, Yura took Jiha's hand and drew it to her own breast.
Rich, ample flesh that even a greedily spread hand couldn't fully grasp. As the resilient mound—practically swollen with a man's desire—filled his palm, his head instantly heated.
"Jiha... she feels good, right?"
"..."
"She tastes good, doesn't she?"
The succubus asked again, her words burrowing lewdly into his ear. Still holding Asira, Jiha answered with a sigh.
"She's good..."
"But you'll like me better than her..."
"Yu-Yura..."
Still impaled on Jiha, Asira called Yura's name in reproach.
Beloved Yura was laying her feminine jealousy bare without a shred of restraint, and it left Asira both bewildered and apologetic.
But Yura simply shot a reproachful glance back at Asira.
"Can't you afford to lose to me?"
So saying, Yura pressed close behind the seated Jiha, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her generous breasts firmly against his back.
In front, he was driving into Asira in a seated position, their chests pressed together. Behind him, Yura clung to him, biting his ear and rubbing her breasts against his back.
Thrusting his manhood into the clinging heat, sandwiched between two women's breasts as he rocked his hips—his mind burned of its own accord.
The realization that this was what a threesome meant added psychological satisfaction and arousal.
Jiha groaned as he pounded into Asira.
"Haa, haa... When else? When else were you jealous of Yura?"
"Hmm, haaah..."
Still held in his arms, her rear being kneaded as she received him, Asira looked at Jiha with tearful, wet eyes.
Perhaps a little of her reason had returned. Her face said she didn't want to speak in front of Yura. Jiha gave her rear a light smack.
Slap!
The resilient rebound of her taut rear printed itself on his palm. Startled, Asira lifted her head but quickly answered.
"Hahk, haaah. Fr-from the very beginning..."
"The very beginning?"
"From the very first moment I saw you..."
Even Yura, who had been holding Jiha from behind and licking his ear, looked surprised.
"Strangely, you caught my attention... and even knowing you were Yura's man, I felt so dis, discouraged. Hmm. Haaah..."
"Were you jealous that whole time?"
"Y-yeah. I-I'm sorry, Yura..."
Asira, who had climaxed several times from the pleasure, panted and looked at Yura pressed against Jiha's back as she apologized.
Yura reached out a hand to stroke the face of Asira, melted by pleasure, and said.
"...I'm happy you were jealous of me, Asira."
"Yeah, hmm..."
The moment Asira felt relief, the deepest place Jiha's manhood was ramming into clamped down tight.
With her guilt gone and relief flooding in, her body heated even further and she crested to climax once more.
Inside, Jiha felt a flicker of dissatisfaction as Asira came again while he was still enjoying himself, but he kept it off his face.
He felt like a little more would let him finish, but her inner walls were clenched so completely tight he couldn't move at all.
"Mmm..."
The feeling was unbelievably good. The sensation of his length literally melting from tip to root kept surging through him, yet the release he needed wasn't coming.
Seemingly beyond her limits, Asira trembled and dug her nails into Jiha's shoulders.
The quivering of her fingertips and the sting of them digging in made it unmistakably clear that she was coming. There was mental satisfaction in that, but physically he still wanted more.
Yura whispered into Jiha's ear.
"You want to finish with her, don't you?"
"..."
Having started, he wanted to see it through. Alternating between women was a man's pleasure too, but right now he wanted the finale.
At Jiha's silent response, Yura moved around behind Asira.
Panting, only exhaling sweet, heated gasps at her peak, Asira's eyes flew open wide in surprise at the hands grasping her back.
"Yu-Yura. H-hold on..."
The fear in her voice was absolute. She knew what was about to happen.
But Yura whispered suggestively into Asira's ear.
"Jiha is still unsatisfied. We have to keep going, Asira."
"H-hold on. I-I'm still... haaah. Haaaaah!"
When Yura grabbed Asira's waist and shook it artfully, Asira's voice instantly pitched higher.
Just as she was coming down from her peak, another person took hold of her body and moved it, making the rigid shaft inside her press against her walls in a wholly new way, sending a different kind of pleasure rising.
And the one doing it was no ordinary person, but a succubus who instinctively knew the spots that made a man feel good.
"Ah, no. S-stop it. Stop..."
Asira pleaded, but Yura smiled alluringly and kept rocking Asira's body.
Like a tiny boat toyed with by rough seas, Asira's strength had drained away. Utterly helpless, she dug her nails in and clung tightly to Jiha.
Because Yura had stepped in to make Asira rock him, her gripping insides tightened in novel ways, and Jiha groaned of admiration.
"Fuuu..."
A hole already clamped down so tight from climax it had left him pinned in place was being forcibly moved this way and that. A pleasure as if his manhood were being crushed flat surged over him.
The soft protrusions deep inside constricted so hard he half-feared his rigid length might snap, and a trembling arose from deep in his thighs.
Sensing this, Yura redoubled her grip on Asira's waist and rocked her harder.
A depraved scenario: turning Asira's body into a masturbation tool to please Jiha. Asira could do nothing but quiver and sob, while Jiha struggled to savor the rushing pleasure for as long as possible.
"Mmm..."
"It's okay, Jiha. Go ahead... do it inside her."
"Ah, haaaah. Haaaa..."
Forced into motion by Yura, the older woman was at her wit's end. She clung to Jiha's neck and shook uncontrollably.
Insurmountable pleasure was being forced upon her, and since Yura had no intention of going easy on her, simply enduring was the best she could do.
Still, Jiha closed his eyes and tried to hold back. So Yura grabbed Asira's waist and lifted her up... then dropped her.
Fwooooosh!
"Ah... Aaaah!!"
"Kh..."
Just when it felt like he was being forcibly pulled out from being locked fully inside her, she clamped down on him again. Jiha couldn't hold back any longer and shuddered.
Pshaaaaa!
A white-hot flash flooded his vision. Trembling under the oncoming rush of release, Jiha opened his mouth and bit the nape of Asira's neck.
Crunch!
"Ah, haaang. Haaaa..."
As Jiha's direct Bloodsucking added to her moment of climax, Asira's nails dug in deep, raking wildly at Jiha's back.
Being forced to move by Yura had already been unbearable, but now a sensation of her body floating weightless and falling endlessly seized her. She flailed her hands, desperate for anything to hold onto.
"Nngh. S-stop squeezing..."
Jiha spoke without thinking, even while sucking her blood. The constriction truly felt like it might snap him; he was near senseless from it.
Even voicing words he'd never normally speak, Jiha didn't stop the Bloodsucking.
The more blood he drank, the tighter she squeezed, and though his manhood had spilled everything, it refused to lose its hardness.
It was a cyclical structure: while Jiha directly sucked her blood, the woman could enjoy a prolonged climax, and Jiha likewise could keep enjoying it.
"Fuuuu..."
As the taste of blood lingered in his mouth, Jiha slowly pulled his lips away.
Asira was completely wiped out, her head hanging limp, unable to move a single finger.
She was entirely spent from an uncountable succession of long, repeating climaxes.
By contrast, after drinking her blood, Jiha's manhood was full of vigor.
His lust still overflowed.
"Jiha, now..."
Yura, who had been waiting, showed a sultry smile.
"It's my turn."
"That's right... It's your turn to be punished."
He needed to make this succubus, who got a little too feisty in bed, calm down and behave.