Chapter 231 Melting Night -14
Chapter 231 Melting Night -14
"Hngahk. Haaaah......"
The moment Jiha thrust in, Yura's rear flesh quivered once, then her entrance clamped down fiercely before releasing softly and drawing him in.
Even with only half of his length buried inside, the way her inner walls gripped him so exquisitely and tried to melt him made Jiha groan inwardly.
'......This is even better than before.'
He had heard that a succubus's body reshaped itself for her master once fully subordinated, and the reality more than lived up to the reputation.
A body that grew more pleasurable every time he held her!
Jiha prided himself on self-discipline, but even he found himself genuinely thinking he wanted a taste of this every day.
"Ah, I-I hate...... th-that....... Nnnghht."
As Jiha's manhood pushed into her, Yura seemed to plead, then let out a suffering moan and trembled all over.
She had already been worked over by Jiha and Asira at the same time, her sensitivity driven to an overwhelming peak, and now even a succubus like her couldn't endure it.
Jiha lightly sucked on her reddened ear while asking teasingly.
"Didn't you say you can't feel it with any man besides me? I guess women are an exception."
"......B-Because you permitted it, Lord Jiha. Nnnhhht....... It's allowed."
For the sake of sharing, a fully subordinated succubus could feel pleasure from another's touch so long as her master granted permission.
Even as Yura gave her pitiful explanation, reflexively she rocked her hips, trying to take Jiha in even a little deeper.
Broken by pleasure, she craved even greater pleasure, and she wanted the man to be satisfied.
But Jiha remained motionless with only half of himself inside and directed Asira.
"Keep going with what you were doing."
"Mhm......"
When Asira brought her lips close to Yura's groin, Yura's face went pale.
"N-No, you can't. Y-You can't do it now......"
Sluuurp.
"Hngh!"
As Asira's lips touched the sensitive clitoris, Yura's body shook and her back arched deeply.
Even Jiha, holding her from behind and pushing in with heavy pressure, broke into a cold sweat.
The instant Asira's lips contacted Yura, the way she squeezed him with such artful cunning and writhed—it felt like a living creature all its own.
Was this what it felt like to bury yourself inside a creature that sucked with such absorbing, maddening force?
Just staying still felt like he was about to spill everything in moments.
"Fuuuuu......"
Lick. Lick.
While Jiha endured, Asira shut her eyes and kept toying with Yura's sensitive spot.
As Asira's tongue gently tickled her clitoris, Yura shook her head frantically, not knowing what to do with herself.
"N-No, you can't. Nnnhng. Nnnhht. Haaahp......"
"It's all right, Yura......"
Seeing Yura melting away, Asira spoke tenderly, then flicked her tongue with a wet, sticky stroke from bottom to top.
"Ahk......"
Yura's body seemed to stiffen, and then, unable to endure, she tried to flee.
But Jiha tightened his arms around her waist and pushed his manhood in even deeper.
"Ah, uuuuu......"
Her head dropped forward as thin breaths escaped her.
Once Yura's resistance ceased, Asira gripped Yura's thighs with both hands and licked her more deeply.
At the sight of Asira lapping like a cat, Yura trembled in pleasure but stared down at her own lower body with disbelief.
To be pierced by a man while being licked by Asira.
The threesome Yura had proposed was never meant to be like this. The shocking sight, the perverse pleasure—her hips kept quivering uncontrollably.
And each time, Jiha too had to struggle to endure the lewd, constricting rhythm of that sheath that squeezed around him.
"Khht......"
He felt like he would lose his mind if he held on any longer. His patience at its limit, Jiha angled his hips upward and rammed his length all the way to the end.
"Hngh!!"
Thoroughly heated up by Asira and hovering at the edge of climax, Yura's body shuddered and shook.
The deep penetration she had been waiting for, craving—her body, sufficiently warmed by Asira, seemed to lock solid for an instant, then her breasts heaved heavily up and down.
Staring up at the ceiling and gasping, Yura felt sweat slide along her jawline and slip into her deep cleavage.
Drained of strength, Yura gave up on flight and entrusted her entire weight to Jiha.
A single thrust had sent her completely over.
"Fuuuu......"
Once he was fully buried, the suction came from every direction, and he felt like he would come if he didn't start moving.
As Jiha suppressed the urge and slowly withdrew his hips, Yura let out a moan mixed with regret and fear.
"Ah, aah......"
So regretful that the man who had filled her so completely was now drawing back.
And so terrified of the pleasure that would come again.
Shoooook.
Having pulled the glans all the way to the entrance as if to show her, Jiha drove it back up in a single plunge as though flaunting it, and Yura's body shook and convulsed even harder.
"Ah, aaaht. Hnnnngh......"
Her toes curled up tightly, and her thighs twitched with fine spasms.
Aroused to the absolute limit, Yura was reaching climax with every single thrust from Jiha.
It was partly due to the subordination taking effect, but her body had also been thoroughly heated from the stimulation Asira had given her, so no matter what Jiha did, she was sent into convulsions.
With Yura unable to move, Jiha whispered low, slowly and carefully rocking his hips, letting her know that at any moment he could thrust deep and hard again.
"Have you come to your senses now?"
"I-I'm sorry....... P-Please forgive me......"
Yura truly wept as she apologized.
The fact that she panted and came every time Jiha moved was hard enough to bear...... but what she feared most was that Jiha might be displeased. She was terrified by the thought that she might fail to satisfy the man.
Yura prided herself on surpassing Jiha's other women when it came to the pleasures of the night.
In terms of bedroom skill, she inevitably stood out above the others.
But Jiha was teaching her not to put too much faith in that alone.
"I-I won't do it ever again."
When Yura showed genuine remorse, Jiha nodded and looked at Asira.
Asira was sending jealous glances toward Yura, who was held from behind by Jiha, pierced and sobbing.
Unconscious jealousy—seeing her male taken by another female had left her inwardly upset.
"Come here, Asira."
"Ah......"
Asira quickly pulled herself together and came to his side at Jiha's call.
Jiha held onto Yura's body, seated himself comfortably cross-legged on the bed, and guided Asira to sit beside him.
"Nnnhht...... Haaaah."
Held from behind by Jiha, Yura felt his manhood bend and rub against her inner flesh as he sat down, and she grew coy, not knowing what to do with herself.
When Asira glared at Yura with jealousy, Jiha turned his head and kissed Asira.
"Ah......"
At the touch that told her she hadn't been forgotten either, Asira quickly grew pleased and wrapped her arms around Jiha's neck.
When Jiha simply held his mouth open, she extended her tongue first and mingled it with his awkwardly.
A noble lady knight, now burning with feminine rivalry and craving him—it brought him satisfaction and excitement.
When Jiha kneaded Asira's breasts with his hand, she grew even happier and pressed her body tightly against him.
"M-Mine are bigger......."
Yura, held in Jiha's embrace, spoke in a sulky tone, then tugged his other hand over to make him hold her own chest.
With one hand on Yura's breasts, which boasted an overwhelming size against her pure-white skin, and the other on Asira's mounds, which couldn't match Yura in size but competed with smooth skin and firmness, his hips naturally twitched.
As he rocked his hips in the back-facing sitting position, the manhood already deep inside Yura pushed against an even deeper place.
"Ahng, aaaang. Haaahp."
"Nnnhm. Nnhhhh......"
His mouth savored and sucked on Asira's lips while his lower half pushed greedily into Yura's depths.
Both hands separately grabbed the two women's breasts, crushing and kneading them at will.
"Haaaahk."
Asira sucked on the man's lips and tasted him, pestering him to finish quickly and dote on her instead.
Yura, gasping around the manhood filling her interior, swayed her own hips lewdly, urging him to enjoy it more.
"M-Mine are better, right?"
Yura, who was artfully rocking and grinding her hips to stimulate the man, said it openly.
If earlier she had toyed with Asira with composure, now she was asking while regarding Asira as a rival she didn't want to lose to.
Asira too fixed a jealous stare on Yura without hiding it.
They cared for each other more than anyone, but right now they were nothing more than females competing over a male.
"I'll take care of both of you, so don't pester me."
Jiha spoke roughly as he pressed firmly just below Asira's navel, then pushed his hand into her deep cleft.
The cleft was already sufficiently wet.
"Ah, haaaht......"
Her head, which had been glaring at Yura, dropped as Asira gasped for breath.
While he enjoyed with his fingers the deep inner flesh that would stir any man with its exquisitely blended warmth, Jiha spoke evenly.
"Both of you are mine, so don't fight for real. Got it?"
"Uh, uhhng....... Nnnhht......"
Asira understood and grew pleased, her body twitching.
With Jiha's fingers hooking and pressing against the inner flesh of her entrance, cold sweat beaded on her forehead and she couldn't even breathe properly.
"You got it?"
"Nnnhht. Yes, yes."
Jiha moved his hips in rhythm with Yura's swaying rear and pushed in, going deeper and harder.
Yura, who had let out a convulsive moan, nodded her head in a daze.
When he pushed his fingers into her mouth, she hastily latched on, pursing her lips and sucking audibly.
"Mmm......"
Having completely conquered and toyed with two women, Jiha too began to feel a creeping sense of satiation.
Yura's sheath had long been optimized specifically for Jiha—softly clamping down while powerfully releasing, artfully changing tempo and rhythm to let him enjoy himself.
It brought endless pleasure, yet whenever the man was about to come, she gently eased the stimulation—a body designed to let him savor the supreme pleasure for a long time.
"Fuuu......"
When cold sweat trickled down Jiha's cheek, Yura responded eagerly with a happy expression, twisting her hips.
"Lord Jiha. Lord Jiha....... Quickly...... please do it."
As her hips began to grind, skillfully working to finish him quickly, Jiha flinched and stopped his movements.
A man's instinct told him to delay ejaculation even a little, yet the female was already moving first, trying to wring him out right away.
Too happy to be satisfying Jiha, unable to contain herself, she pressed and squeezed—and that sheath, tightening from root to shaft with a different constriction and a different pleasure each time, pushed him further.
"Kht. Hnnh......"
When Jiha gritted his teeth, Asira, who had been panting at his fingers, kissed him again.
A forlorn expression—watching her male be satisfied by a female who wasn't her, inwardly jealous and aching, yet pleading with her lips alone, begging for even just another piece of meat.
"Haa, haa......"
As Jiha's breathing grew rougher, both women clung to him even more.
The two women who had been competing joined forces in this moment to make one man feel even more—biting and sucking.
Enjoying Asira's embrace and kiss and Yura's constriction all at once, his manhood reached its limit.
"Ha, haaang. Haaaa. Q-Quickly, give it to me. D-Don't hold back. Haaahp. Uuuung......"
"Grrhk......"
Pyababyuyuyut!
The semen that had pooled inside burst forth, and Jiha opened his mouth.
He bit without hesitation into the white nape before him.
Kwaduduk!
"Hnnhht! Haaaahp!!"
Yura, who had been sobbing through a greater climax, let out a fragile moan while her blood was sucked. Even as he ejaculated, his manhood grew vigorous again—and the woman convulsed, squeezing him even more.
Watching the man and woman entwined without a single gap, indulging in each other at length, Asira hugged Jiha from behind and let out a wistful sigh.
It was the same pleasure she had tasted moments ago, but the heartache and sense of exclusion she felt—and yet seeing dear Yura scream adorably, not knowing what to do with herself—made Asira reach out and stroke Yura's hair.
"Haaahk. Haaaa......"
Yura trembled uncontrollably.
She had thought her body had hit its limit after climaxing multiple times, but at the even more melting, mind-shattering pleasure, she couldn't stop herself from crying out and simply wailed.
"Fuuuuuu......"
Once the Bloodsucking ended, Jiha breathed out in exhaustion and leaned back. Asira, who had been waiting, quickly caught him and stroked his sweat-soaked chest with her hand.
Held in Asira's embrace, he gazed at the manhood still lodged inside Yura's depths.
Yura's body, gripping his manhood with her white rear, was submerged in a sea of pleasure, convulsing with quiet gasps.
As they contentedly admired her quivering rear flesh and hips, Asira lightly kissed Jiha's cheek.
A reward for the exhausted man—and a kiss tinged with the pestering sentiment that her turn came next, didn't it?
"Fuuu......"
They had gone several rounds, but thanks to the direct Bloodsucking, his manhood was still vigorously erect.
By being with two women and feeding on them in turns, it was possible to maintain his arousal continuously.
Asira whispered low into Jiha's ear.
Quietly, so Yura wouldn't hear.
"You did well. Rest a little......"
"And after I rest, you want me to dote on you?"
"......Mhm."
Seeing Yura held in his embrace had made Asira both happy and jealous, and now she too was heated up.
"Nnnhht......"
When Jiha withdrew his hips, Yura, who had been sitting with her upper body slumped, gasped and convulsed.
The same manhood that had been inside Yura moments ago and spilled his seed was still stiffly standing upright.
There was no need to rest at all.
"Ah......"
Asira let out a full-hearted admiring sound...... but Yura, who had been submerged in climax, slowly turned around.
Staring at Asira with tear-wet eyes, Yura shook her head gently.
"No, Asira."
"What? But......"
Yura had already had her turn, so wasn't it Asira's now?
Surely she didn't mean to keep monopolizing Jiha?
Asira bristled, but Yura's meaning was different.
"Lord Jiha still isn't satisfied, you know."
"......."
Yura planted her hands on the bedsheet and turned around.
Her voluptuously ripened, seductive body glistened erotically with sweat.
"Alone won't work. Let's do it together......"
At Yura's proposal—the implication that she alone couldn't handle Jiha—Asira's expression softened and she nodded gently.
She looked at Yura, who was prioritizing Jiha's satisfaction, with a proud expression.
"Yeah, then......"
"......."
As the conversation took an odd turn, Jiha tried to get up.
But Asira, holding him from behind, tightened her arms.
And then Yura, approaching on all fours, smiled softly.
Her full breasts, further emphasized by the all-fours posture, and her bewitching figure no man could tear his eyes from.
"You should know you won't be getting any sleep tonight, Lord Jiha......."
The females had joined forces to satisfy their male.