Chapter 263 Scheme to Divide -11
Chapter 263 Scheme to Divide -11
"Ah, haah, haaah!?"
Distracted by the kiss, Asira screamed as her whole body convulsed the instant he thrust inside.
Jiha locked his arms around her waist and drove in to the hilt.
Entering from behind while she lay on her back made deep penetration difficult.
But he planted his feet against the bench and buried himself into Asira's inner flesh with everything he had.
"Ah, aah, aaaah......."
The sudden intrusion of that hot, rigid length made the ambushed knight tremble all over and leak a pitiful moan.
Shuuk. Shuuuuk.
Jiha thrust in small, shallow strokes while sucking on Asira's lips.
Unlike all the teasing before, he had no patience for unfastening her bra. He simply shoved it up out of the way.
His hands, urgent and greedy, seized her voluptuous breasts and kneaded them.
"Nn, hnnn, mmn, mmmnn."
Relief that his patience had finally snapped. Asira blinked, pulled his head closer, and kissed him back.
Enjoying the sight of the clinging knight obscenely sucking at his lips, he drove his cock deep into her folds and thrust upward again and again.
Asira's inner flesh grew hotter the deeper he pushed, making it impossible to pause even for a moment once he was inside.
There was no stopping.
Heaving. Heaving. Squelch.
As Jiha kept bucking his hips, Asira shuddered and asked.
"Nn, nnn. Haaahn. Ah, hic, aaaah....... Compared to Yura......."
"......Fuuu, am I better?"
Jiha drove his hips up wildly before pulling out.
The knight's inner walls, tormented to the brink before being penetrated, were far hotter than usual and clenched so tautly he could barely hold back.
"Hak, haaak, haaak......."
Asira, equally unable to endure, flinched.
Shuuk, plunge, puuush, shuuuk.
She shook her hips and dropped them down in time with every one of Jiha's upward thrusts.
"Ah, aah, aaaht."
Asira tossed her head, then abruptly pushed her upper body upright as if springing free.
A reverse cowgirl position, her back facing him.
Back and rear completely exposed to Jiha's gaze, Asira shook her hips without a thought.
"Ah, hic, ahh-hic. Hnh-hic, hnnn-hic."
Every time her slender waist and hips swayed, honey spilled and a scorching coil twisted around him from tip to base.
"Nn, mmm."
Suddenly robbed of the initiative, Jiha admired Asira's back as she worked her hips.
Perhaps because he had tormented her too long, she was now thoroughly absorbed in taking him, her hips rocking mindlessly.
Back and rear bared, she straddled the man, panting and swaying her hips seductively, swallowing his shaft tight, spitting it out, then biting down again in an instant.
Squish. Plunge! Shuuk!
"Ah, ah, aaahng."
Hips clenching his cock and shaking lewdly. A heart-patterned tail dancing through the air.
When Jiha absently tugged her tail with his hand, Asira panicked.
"Ah, haak, haaaht!? Th-that's......."
"Mmm, hnnn."
Enjoying her tight grip, Jiha seized her tail and tugged it lightly, then released it, over and over.
He governed the tempo by pulling and freeing her demon tail like a rein.
With her tail caught, Asira couldn't move freely and had no choice but to raise and lower her hips in time with his motions—until—
Plunge! Thrust! Puuush! Shuuuk!
She ignored his restraint entirely, and the speed of her hips turned frantic.
"Hak, haaak."
"Uh, mm. Asira."
"Ah, ah-hak. Ah-ha-hak. Ah-uuht! Uht, nnnuuht!!"
She sprinted forward and then halted abruptly, her woman's body trembling.
She had gone over the edge first.
Her hot folds clamped down in convulsions, then rippled open in a cascade of sensation, and it felt absolutely staggering.
Asira threw her head back, shuddering and gasping for breath.
"Ah, haak, haaaht. S-sorry......."
Jiha didn't answer. Still joined with her, he raised his body.
Carefully, so she wouldn't slip off beneath him.
But without ever withdrawing from her inner flesh.
Utterly drained, Asira let him guide her onto the bench on all fours, presenting only her raised rear.
"......."
Taking his time to settle into position, Jiha slammed his hips against her without hesitation.
Slap! Slap! Slaaap!
"Hak, haaak. Aht!?"
Each time Jiha drove into her without restraint, Asira flinched and gasped out a scream-like moan.
Her body was still trembling through her climax, and now the man behind her was pushing deeper, forcing the convulsing inner flesh apart and thrusting hard, making her head ring.
"Hak, haaht? Haaang!"
The pleasure grew so intense she reflexively twisted to escape, but Jiha reached out his right hand and seized Asira's horn tight.
Where did she think she was going in the middle of being fucked?
"Hah, aang. Aaaht."
With her horn caught and held, Asira could only take it, crying out pitifully.
The male, having pinned the female by force, drove into her roughly, thrusting and pulling out.
Once the signs of resistance vanished from her body, Jiha pressed down on Asira's hand with his left and interlaced their fingers.
Tenderly, at that.
"Uh, hnnn, haaagn......."
A thread of happiness wove through the woman's moans as her body shook pitifully with each of the man's thrusts.
Plunge! Puuush! Slap! Shuuuk!
Each time the man's lower abdomen smacked against her taut rear, the fleshy slap resounded and the woman released a sweet scream.
"Hah, haak. Aht, aaauuht."
As Jiha repeated a mindless rhythm of thrusting and withdrawal, Asira grew feverishly hot as well.
Even while floundering in overwhelming pleasure, the thought that the man desired her this fiercely filled her heart with pride and delight.
"Fuuu, uuuu......."
The breath of Jiha, who had forced the climaxing woman onto her knees with her rear raised and was thrusting into her spread flesh, gradually grew more ragged.
"Nn, mmn, hnnn, mmmnn....... Hah-ut."
Pinned beneath him and moaning, Asira looked up with pitiful eyes.
At the sweat-soaked man, utterly absorbed in plunging in and out without a word.
She found him utterly precious.
"Uhk, uuuuuht."
"Ah, hak, haaak. Aaaaaah!"
Spurt! Spur-spurt-spurrt!!
Slammed flush against Asira's rear, Jiha shuddered as he came.
Her inner flesh clamped tight and blazed hot once more.
Jiha trembled in pleasure as he released.
"Heok, heooooh......."
At the moment of climax, the temperature of Asira's inner walls flickered wildly from second to second, driving him senseless.
Fwip-spurt! Fwi-spurt-spurt!!
Alternating constantly between scorching heat and an almost cool shock, the honey-drenched folds writhed and squeezed, pressing and rubbing him so thoroughly he felt not a single drop remained in his balls.
"Mmm, mmm......."
Had Asira always felt this good?
It was as though her deepest parts had transformed, refusing to lose to Yura as a woman.
Newly impressed, Jiha kept pouring his seed.
Pinned beneath the man, her rear raised in that obscene pose, Asira squeezed him tight while trembling all over.
"Ah, haaa......."
Each time the shaft swelled inside her and burst, she exhaled a hot, ragged sigh.
Yet she gazed up at the male pressing down on her hand and mounting her with a tender look.
Finding the man's pleasure as he came inside her body utterly precious.
"Uh, mmm, mmmm......."
"Hah, hnn, d-done?"
When Asira asked with regret, Jiha drew a breath and didn't answer.
Instead, his hand moved, stroking Asira's horn and hair.
The message was that he meant to stay like this a while longer, and Asira quietly closed her eyes.
"Mmmm......."
Bwurururut.
A bit later, Jiha trembled again and spilled his seed deep inside her.
Every time the writhing, swelling member erupted, Asira panted faintly, overwhelmed by happiness.
"Ah, mmmhn."
Blissful from the affection welling up deep in her chest.
Bwururrk!
"Mn."
Having finally finished the long release, Jiha pulled his member from Asira's body.
"Ah-hic, aah-ut......."
Asira trembled through the afterglow, not knowing what to do with herself.
But even after withdrawing, Jiha didn't change position.
Still mounted above Asira on all fours with her rear raised, he moved his hands and lips.
Chu.
Leaning down, Jiha kissed Asira's head, her shoulders, her back, while his hands stroked the back of her hand and interlaced their fingers firmly.
The man's tenderness even after it was all over made Asira sigh with joy.
"Nn, mmmhn......."
She drew Jiha's hand to her own face, kissed the back of it, and rubbed her cheek against it.
So happy she didn't know how to express it.
Chu, chuuu.
She showered his hand with kisses as if it were a precious treasure...... and looking down at her, Jiha couldn't help but feel happy too.
Encountering this kind of absolute devotion was truly rare.
"......."
Even after coming, his lower half stirred and twitched.
It wasn't from sexual stimulation, but from the devoted affection Asira was showing him that set his body alight.
"Ah, haa, mhm, mmph."
Unaware, Asira kept lavishing his hand with kisses.
Only when Jiha moved to caress her cheek did she seem to calm a little.
"Fuu, mhm, mm....... Do you think anyone heard?"
Asira seemed suddenly worried she might have been too loud.
Jiha touched her cheek and whispered.
"Since you screamed loudly when I came, they probably all heard. Don't you think?"
"Then a big....... No, I did not."
Asira nearly sank into worry before she caught herself.
Even knowing it was Jiha's teasing, she asked in a low voice a moment later.
"......At, at the end there, you suddenly stopped making any noise. Why?"
"......."
Jiha had teased her with words at the start, but in the latter half he hadn't let out a real moan.
She could tell he felt good because he came so much.
Still, a woman naturally wants to read the heart of the man she has shared her body with.
Jiha rubbed his chin against Asira's head and whispered.
"Because it turned me on so much when you changed position on your own and started shaking your hips like that."
"......Mmm, does that mean it was good?"
"Of course. I thought, ah, I've turned our diligent lady knight into this. Corrupted her into a woman who can't live without my cock, right?"
When Jiha bit her ear and whispered, Asira flinched but let out a pleased sigh.
"......Mmmn, I couldn't help myself."
"Because you were thinking of Yura?"
"......."
Asira didn't answer, but that was the truth.
The bait Jiha had laid out earlier.
She had been subtly conscious of it—competitive—ever since she heard he had done it with Yura.
Jiha kept whispering.
"There's no need to blame yourself. Yura welcomes you acting that way, too."
"Mmmn......."
It was true Jiha had fanned the flames and Asira's heart had soared, leading to this.
But as someone who had always protected her precious junior, she seemed to feel some guilt about being jealous.
Jiha pressed a kiss to Asira's cheek.
"Yura said she won't lose to you, right? You can't lose to Yura, either."
"Mmm, you think so?"
"Think of it as both of you honing yourselves, competing over who can make me feel better."
Jiha whispered to Asira.
No matter how much Asira cherished Yura, as women sharing Jiha there was no way she wouldn't feel a competitive edge.
So instead of letting it curdle into guilt, he had her acknowledge it, accept it, and even learn to enjoy it.
Yura, too, had held similar feelings toward Asira and had already confessed them before.
Jiha held Asira close and whispered.
"The bedroom is a competition, too, in the end."
"Mmm, but still......."
"If it bothers you, we can simply sleep together, the three of us. Right?"
When Jiha said it again, Asira sighed.
Then she twisted her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"......You're right. You've made me worry over nothing. Thank you."
"Of course you'd be curious. I'm curious myself: which pussy between you and Yura makes me come harder."
"......."
At the explicit words, Asira only reddened her cheeks.
The old Asira would have scolded him for saying such things about Yura.
But now, already fallen hard for Jiha, she understood this was his teasing and his way of showing affection.
Still, it was embarrassing.
"Fuuu....... Mmm."
Not knowing what to say, Asira hedged and gauged his mood, and Jiha kissed her head once more.
"Want to go again?"
"......Uh. Mmm."
A pleased response.
But Jiha wasn't actually planning to.
"I would, but we have a guest."
"Huh? What?"
Asira startled, but Jiha simply lifted his head and looked ahead.
The path leading into the pavilion, and the presence he had sensed for a while now.
"Come out, Pairan."
Silence.
A moment later, with a rustling sound, Pairan stepped into view.
Her face was expressionless as always.
But her unusually pale cheeks were flushed red.