Chapter 248 Kill and Take -15
Chapter 248 Kill and Take -15
"Ahng?!"
A sudden pain lanced into her neck, and the wave of sweet sensation that followed made Barjet thrash helplessly.
Her hands, utterly lost, tried to push away the man burying his face against her throat.
But not a shred of strength found its way into her spasming fingers.
Slurrrp. Sluuuurp.
Jiha ignored the woman's feeble shoves and drank his fill.
The taste of a new virgin's blood after so long sent vitality surging through him, and along with it, desire coiled hot and urgent.
"Ah, aah. Aaah......."
Barjet let out a strengthless, honeyed moan. She gripped Jiha's shoulders with trembling hands, shaking uncontrollably.
The dizzying pleasure made her feel as though she might collapse at any moment, leaving her no choice but to cling to the terrifying man above her.
While still drawing blood, Jiha traced a hand up Barjet's back, fingers slowly climbing the length of her spine.
The ticklish yet aching sensation made Barjet's body shudder, her back arching.
"Euh, hng......."
Sluuuuurp.
After savoring the woman's sweet moans and drinking his fill of the sugary blood, Jiha pulled his mouth away.
He had taken all he could.
"It's been a while for this, too......."
Lately, whenever Jiha drank blood, he'd done it while bringing the woman to climax.
It prolonged her pleasure considerably and restored Jiha's stamina so he could go another round right away.
But this time, he had deliberately drunk from her at the very start.
Taking a woman who was already aroused by drugs did not suit his tastes at all.
He would rather drink her blood himself and stir her that way.
"Haa, haa......."
Barjet was dazed, her face slack and powerless.
When Jiha touched her cheek, her eyes instinctively fluttered shut, but she shook her head quickly in denial.
"D-don't touch me......."
"You're following the script diligently."
Jiha chuckled and pressed his lips to Barjet's pale nape.
The spot where his fangs had been buried moments ago was already cleanly healed, leaving no trace.
As the man's tongue trailed down her smooth white throat, the woman let out a reflexive cry of pleasure.
"Ah......."
Her body grew hotter. In her dazed state, each brush of the man's touch sent a cooling, refreshing sensation cycling through her, pleasure rippling everywhere.
When Barjet unconsciously closed her eyes to savor it, Jiha gently cupped her breasts with both palms.
They were truly large.
But large breasts are not all the same shape. They fall broadly into two types: the bell shape that juts forward, and the bowl shape that spreads wide in every direction.
Barjet's were the bowl shape.
Looking upon those snowy white fields expanding boundlessly, those flawless mounds, any man's heart would surge with feeling.
The awe one feels before an untouched natural landscape, and the urge to stain that snowfield with one's own color, both welled up fiercely.
Jiha caressed the mounds slowly with his palms, moving in lazy circles.
"Euh, eung......."
Barjet trembled dizzily.
This was a sensation she had never felt before. She'd been molested in front of Heinrich, but this was completely different.
That had been a performance, an act deliberately put on for display. This was the art of finding the pleasure sleeping inside a woman and waking it.
"Ah, haaah......."
As the man's palms glided over her breasts, lightly imprinting his presence, Barjet's closed eyes grew soft, her lips parted naturally, and a sigh slipped free.
Like a bee drawn to a flower, Jiha covered her lips with his own.
"Ah, ah...... no......."
Barjet let out a feeble sound and tried to pull back.
But the instant Jiha's palm gently squeezed the breast he had been softly rubbing, a strange pleasure locked her body rigid.
In that moment, Jiha sealed her mouth completely and suckled softly.
When he bit down on her full-looking lower lip, it melted against him, impossibly soft.
"Ah, nn......."
Faced with a man's lips for the first time, Barjet didn't know what to do.
A thought flickered that she shouldn't be doing this, that this act was beyond their agreement, but the sweetness swirling inside her was unbearable.
The hot sigh that escaped against her will was sucked into the man's mouth.
Then his tongue pushed inside.
The shocking, foreign sensation of another's tongue roaming her mouth made the woman tremble, but she couldn't break free of the man's hands or lips.
Held still, Barjet felt Jiha's tongue slowly coil around hers. A deep place in her chest fluttered, and the tips of her toes lifted from the bed without her realizing.
"Eung......."
As Barjet grew dazedly absorbed in the kiss, Jiha's other hand seized her buttocks and kneaded them firmly.
The sudden shift to aggression made the voluptuous woman's body jolt in surprise, her toes curling tight reflexively.
Jiha did not miss the opening. He gripped Barjet's hips with both hands and lifted her abruptly.
"Ah......."
Startled by the sudden change in position, Barjet tried to pull her scattered wits together.
But Jiha stifled her lips with another kiss and moved while carrying her in his arms.
Toward the bed.
Thud.
Now collapsed onto the mattress, Barjet's expression finally seemed to register what was taking shape.
A man had touched her, kissed her, and now he was moving her to the bed—was that not the scenario unfolding?
She truly knew next to nothing about relations between men and women, but even she could tell this progression was dangerous.
Jiha looked down at her calmly, pinning her beneath him.
Eyes trembling, Barjet forced her voice out. She fought down her heated body, pushing reason to the fore by will alone.
"W-we agreed, just the chest."
"I don't repeat myself."
When Jiha brushed her off, Barjet tried to cover her breasts with her arms.
Refusing absolutely, she covered her nipples with her small hands, hunched her shoulders, and rejected the man.
"Th-that's not allowed. Absolutely not......."
"Yeah?"
Without a trace of a smile, Jiha tore apart the lower half of her robe with his hands.
Rrrip.
His hands ripped away her unflattering underwear as well. Exposed in an instant, Barjet twisted her body sideways in fear.
It was a reflexive move to shield herself from the man as much as possible, but it only stoked his lust further.
For a long moment, Jiha looked down at Barjet's curled-up body in silence. When the man did not move, the trembling Barjet cautiously lifted her eyes before quickly lowering them again.
His gaze was so hot, so heated, that she felt she must not meet it.
She was afraid that doing so would drag her along into something she must not do.
"Beautiful."
Barjet's body was overwhelmingly feminine.
The fullness of her breasts and hips was enough to drive a man mad, and by contrast her waist and limbs were slender.
All the women Jiha had taken had fine figures, but Barjet's unique quality was softness.
Lacking a single straight line, composed entirely of gentle curves, her lush body seemed like a creature wholly separate from a man's.
Was she boneless?
He wanted to touch her, taste her, and confirm it for himself.
As Jiha simply kept watching her, Barjet—covering her chest with her arms and keeping her thighs pressed together—tried to negotiate.
"......If you keep your promise, you can do it."
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
"......."
When the woman stared at him with a tense gaze, Jiha lowered his head and brought his lips near.
"Ah......."
Another kiss would mean the same thing starting over again.
As Barjet tried fearfully to turn her head away, Jiha kissed her throat instead of her lips.
The moment the man's lips brushed the tender skin, the woman's body jolted with tension.
In that frozen instant, Jiha's lips climbed back up and, this time, sealed over her mouth.
With that simple trick of a one-beat delay, the woman helplessly surrendered her lips.
"Ah, euh...... a-ah, no."
A feeble moan. The dizzying sensation that fanned the flames of her heated body further made her try to resist, but it was only words—her arms made no move to push him away.
When Jiha tangled with and nipped at her lips, her moist, wet mouth quivered sweetly with pleasure.
Even while her lips said no, her body honestly grew excited.
Smmch. Smch.
As he sucked and bit at her lips, persistent as if to melt them entirely, Barjet's breathing quickened, her expression filling with anguish.
Her hands floundered, at a loss in this first experience. Jiha gathered her arms, which did not know where to go, and draped them around his neck.
"Ah, nn......."
As if given reassurance, the arms around the man's neck tightened without her realizing.
Then Jiha placed both hands gently upon her completely exposed breasts.
All the while, he kept working on Barjet's mouth and deliberately pushed his saliva past her lips.
"Eung."
As the man's saliva flowed in, Barjet had no idea how to react. Flustered, she ended up swallowing it.
Gulp.
The sight of her throat moving, the sight of her unknowingly accepting this lewd act, ignited the man's desire.
Suppressing the impulse to pour all his lust onto this soft, sweet, voluptuous body, he first slowly caressed her breasts with both palms.
As each finger carefully shaped itself around the white mounds and pressed in, the woman's brows furrowed with tension.
"Ah, euh......"
A strange touch. The fact that a man's hand rested on breasts she had never even touched herself—breasts she had shyly kept hidden—was mortifying, but somehow being touched made a place deep inside her grow hot.
Even when the man's firm fingers merely rested on her and applied the slightest pressure, the woman's lush body quivered faintly with tension and anticipation.
Squooosh.
When Jiha's fingers sank completely into the soft mounds, Barjet's mouth fell open and a honeyed moan spilled out.
"Ah, aang......."
"You're quite sensitive."
At the man's sudden words, Barjet opened her eyes in alarm.
Somehow, her arms were already wrapped around Jiha, and she was pushing her chest toward him as though asking him to touch her more.
In the midst of her heated daze, reason returned to Barjet and she forced out words.
"I-it's because of the promise......."
"I don't recall ever promising how long I could touch you."
"......."
"Whether I touch you for five minutes, or for a lifetime."
The man's suggestive words were sheer sophistry.
But Barjet intuited that, sophistry or not, this man would truly go through with it.
The face of a male about to sink his teeth into his prey—it was her first time seeing one, but she could tell he would never back down.
"Th-that kind of nonsense......"
When Barjet protested regardless, Jiha kneaded her breasts right before her eyes as if to prove the point.
He toyed with the lush mounds, cleverly alternating firm pressure on the left breast and light teasing on the right, and Barjet quickly clamped her mouth shut.
"Hng......."
She tried to stifle the moan straining to escape, but it leaked out anyway.
Seeing the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, Jiha grinned wolfishly.
"It's unreasonable to look at tits like these and be told to hold back."
"Don't talk so c-crudely."
"You're the one walking around with a crude body."
When Jiha shot back, Barjet's expression grew wronged.
"It's not like I-I like having it......."
"You should like it."
Jiha cut her off flatly.
"You should be glad you have a body that drives men insane. Why hide it? Don't you know your own body is attractive?"
"Th-that......."
Caught by sound reasoning, Barjet stammered.
As a rule, witches wandered alone their entire lives, so she lacked anyone to share deep conversations with.
Barjet herself had no experience of a true conversation with anyone beyond her mentor.
Her thoughts arriving there, Barjet spoke up hastily.
"I-I am a witch. Having a body like this is nothing but an inconvenience."
"You're a woman."
Jiha stated it plainly.
"A beautiful woman who arouses men."
The words could be taken as mockery, but Jiha meant them sincerely.
Sensing from his tone that it was a compliment and not a taunt, Barjet began to say something, then her eyes flew wide open.
Something heavy was pressing against her tightly shut thighs.
It was Jiha's fully erect member inside his pants, pressing firmly into Barjet's lush thighs.
"You arouse me this much."
"Wh-what are you doing......."
Barjet's voice pitched into panic.
"I-I am a Unique among witches. Do you know what will happen if you do this to me?"
"Yeah, I know. It'll feel good. Don't get my hopes up any more than they already are—we're doing this anyway."
"That's not what I mean! This is a total violation of the witches' tradition!"
If a witch loses her virginity, she cannot pass on her power to the next generation.
What if it happened to Barjet, a Unique, not just any witch?
Barjet herself would be condemned by witches for the rest of her life, and Jiha, the one who did it, would be cursed and reviled beyond measure.
"Yeah, I'm terrified of that."
Jiha spoke nonchalantly as he slowly lowered his head.
"But your body is so attractive, I can't help myself."
"Wh-what......."
Jiha opened his mouth right in front of her, deliberate.
"I'm going to suck them now."
To give proper love to the pale pink blossoms rising from the white snowfield.