Chapter 297 Independence -26
Chapter 297 Independence -26
"Ah...."
Meeting the man's burning gaze, Gashiel trembled in fear.
For a chaste woman like her, being naked before a man was a first, and she had never even imagined something like this could happen.
She was a Unique, the representative of the Celestial Tribe in Warsland. If she held personal feelings, she couldn't handle matters fairly.
So she had resolved to live without ever letting anyone touch her until the end of her days....
Yet here she was, pinned under a human male whose name she barely knew, completely helpless.
"St-stay back."
"......."
Jiha no longer sneered; he only watched her in silence.
Unlike before, his will was conveyed through his eyes alone—the intense desire to have her, prickling her skin.
If he had simply pounced on her, greedily and hastily, she could have at least screamed and resisted with all her might. But just being watched like this was making her anxious.
"H-haa...."
In the tense silence, her breathing grew hotter.
She couldn't deny that being touched by this man... had felt good.
Nothing she knew compared to what this savage man had just made her feel.
She could never admit it with her mouth, but the desire to ask for more was growing inside her.
Even when she tried to hold onto a pious heart, even when she clenched her fists to extinguish the fire building in her body, the strength drained out of her the moment she looked into his eyes.
Afraid she might simply close her eyes and submit silently, Gashiel reflexively flipped onto her stomach.
It was the thought that she had to escape him, the distrust in herself—the feeling that she would give in if she kept looking at that face—that made her turn her back and try to flee.
"What are you doing?"
The escape was easily suppressed. Jiha grabbed the waist of Gashiel, who was now on all fours, and spoke calmly.
"Ah...."
He hadn't even used much force, but Gashiel's body stiffened completely. Still, she tried to snap at him.
"Th-this can't go any further."
"What a dishonest young lady you are."
Jiha wrapped a forearm around Gashiel's slender neck and whispered into her ear. At the man's hot words, the pristine angel closed her eyes, her body trembling with tension.
Her body knew his words were true—knew that she wanted more.
"Ah...."
Jiha held her without exerting much strength, but Gashiel had already given up.
The way she shuddered wherever the man touched her proved that her body had also caught fire.
The desire she had been suppressing with reason had now flared up uncontrollably.
When the man, holding her neck with one arm, kissed her cheek, she turned her head slightly as if trying to evade.
But it was still within his reach. When Jiha pursued and kissed her again, all she could do was feel her flushed cheek tremble.
With his other hand, Jiha gripped his rigid member and slowly pressed it against Gashiel's slick cleft.
She was already aroused enough to accept him.
"Haa, ah...."
Gashiel hesitated, then tried to shake her head, but her neck was still caught in the crook of Jiha's arm.
And Jiha didn't give her a chance to speak.
Schlick.
The firm male flesh pushed into the sacred place that had never permitted anyone's intrusion.
"Ooh, uuuu...."
At the agony of her flesh being torn, Gashiel writhed, her thighs quivering. As if she might collapse at any moment, her legs tensed hard, and her wings fluttered.
The wings pressed down by the man's chest twitched and shook, turning into an oddly ticklish caress.
"Hoooo...."
Jiha pushed in slowly, savoring the angel's soft inner flesh.
The deeper the hard male member intruded, the more violently Gashiel's body shook, and she gasped for air.
"Hak. Haaa. I-I hate this. Ah, it hurts. Stop...."
"Mm...."
"I-I said stop."
Unable to endure it, Gashiel clawed at the man's arm around her neck. But does a predator that has its prey pinned down and in its jaws ever retreat just because of a little resistance?
Jiha ignored her and kept cleaving through the tight inner walls, thrusting deep, deeper.
"Hak. Haaaa.... Aaaah...."
Even Gashiel's resistance faded, and she could only let out long, distant moans.
Jiha's erection, which had been hard for over an hour, was more rigid than usual, enough to bring tears to Gashiel's virgin eyes.
Squelch.
A shock like a hot iron skewer piercing her from her crotch to the top of her head. When he was fully inside, Gashiel flinched and let out a long breath.
"Hngh. Hneuu."
The pain of being frozen and simultaneously seared by fire, along with a pleasure that coursed through her like electricity, stronger than anything before, hit her all at once.
"Ha, aaaa. Aaaa...."
Overwhelmed, the pitiful angel couldn't close her mouth, only letting out convulsing moans. When she couldn't move her limbs, her wings twitched, then seemed to try to beat.
"......."
The wings were a nuisance while trying to hold her down and take her from behind. They weren't flapping half-heartedly—they beat desperately, making it even more bothersome to keep them pinned.
Jiha grabbed Gashiel's waist and shifted positions while still connected. Impaled on his member, Gashiel couldn't offer any resistance as her body was moved freely, only gasping for breath.
Jiha lay down comfortably on the bed and sat Gashiel on top of him, her back to his chest. It was a reverse cowgirl position.
"Haa, haaa...."
Gashiel was so dazed that she didn't even know what position she was in.
The woman didn't realize she was in the shameful posture of sitting on top, her buttocks exposed to the man. Jiha lightly grabbed her pristine white buttocks.
They were soft yet elastic, flesh that gently yielded to his fingers. The explosively wide hips, contrasting with her thin waist, stimulated a male's desire.
As Jiha admired the line of her pelvis, his member suddenly twitched, and the impaled Gashiel let out a sobbing moan.
"Uung...."
A moan that complained of pain but was also paralyzed by pleasure. Holding onto Gashiel's buttocks, Jiha began to move his hips lightly back and forth.
"Hnuu, hngk. P-please don't move...."
Gashiel's voice was small and powerless. Ignoring her words—spoken without her even realizing her own state—Jiha slowly thrust his hips up.
Though it was soaked with nectar, it was her first time, so it was hard to move smoothly.
It was only a shallow movement of his glans and the shaft just below it, but it still felt incredibly good.
It felt like he was melting softly into her.
'...She's melting me.'
Jiha had been with many women, but Gashiel's hole was a bewitching thing that melted a man.
Even without being able to move properly, it squeezed him on its own, and the inner flesh was incredibly soft. Was this how it would feel to have the finest silk wrap around a man and shake him?
It softly pressed and soothed his member, which had hardened from anger, from all sides.
"Hooo...."
As the man moved and savored her, awareness gradually returned to Gashiel's eyes.
Every time the slab of flesh inside her stirred instead of staying still, a bolt of lightning surged through her, robbing her of control and drowning out the pain.
There was clearly pain, but the pleasure was far greater.
"Wha, what is...."
Realizing she was sitting on top of the man, Gashiel was startled and tried to turn around, but just then, Jiha squeezed her buttocks hard and thrust up with force.
"Haaang!"
At the deep intrusion, different from before, Gashiel threw her head back and spread her wings wide.
The sensation of her body being skewered by a hard spear rose up again, turning her vision pure white.
Schlkk. Schluuck.
The harder Jiha thrust, the more violently the angel gasped.
"Hak, haaang. S-stop it. St, stop...."
The more Jiha thrust, the more her beautiful body writhed and her wings fluttered. The sight of feathers gently drifting down from the spread white wings was incredibly entrancing.
'Mm....'
It already felt like melting because her inner flesh was so soft... but every time she beat her wings, a pulling pleasure surged upward, as if she were trying to lift off.
It seemed to softly relieve his angry member, but when Gashiel moved her wings, her insides squeezed tight and contracted strongly, as if trying to root him out entirely.
Jiha was inwardly flustered by the alternating softness and intensity of her inner walls.
'Does it tighten inside when she tries to fly up?'
Jiha experimentally relaxed his grip on her buttocks a little.
"Hak, haa...."
Gashiel, who had been out of her mind from the body-numbing pleasure, tried to fly up again, beating her wings.
Even in her dazed state, the only remaining thought was that this couldn't go on, and she moved her wings to escape blindly.
"Mm...."
As Gashiel's body lifted slightly, Jiha's member, buried inside her, was clenched tightly, and his hips were pulled up as well.
"Ah, a...."
Gashiel, oblivious, blindly tried to fly away.
No matter how powerful her wings were, it was impossible to fly while impaled on a man, yet the pressure was truly enough to pull him out by the roots.
At the sensation of being sucked into a vacuum, Jiha lost his composure as well. Unthinkingly, Jiha tightened his hands on Gashiel's buttocks and thrust his hips up.
Shlaack!
"Aheukg...."
With the lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh, Gashiel's shins dropped back onto the bed.
Gashiel's wings stopped, and she let out a strained breath.
"Haa, aaaa...."
Not fully understanding why this had happened, Gashiel blindly flapped her wings up and down again.
"This is... nice."
Jiha began to control the pace while kneading Gashiel's buttocks.
The beautiful pair of wings stretching from the back of the convulsing female body with each thrust. As they beat again, the soft inner flesh turned wild in an instant, lunging as if to devour him.
When the pressure that literally felt like he'd be pulled out rushed in, Jiha thrust up hard.
"Hnugk! Uung!!"
At the man's strike, suppressing her again just as she was about to fly up, the woman convulsed, and her wings stopped.
While admiring the woman's straight white back, her thin waist, and the voluptuous hips flowing into a suggestive line, he kneaded her buttocks like dough.
The woman shook her head at the pleasure rising in her body, panting heavily.
"Ah, aah. No. No...."
As if melting like this was obscene, as if this couldn't be happening, she tried to beat her wings and escape.
But that only gave even greater pleasure to the man tasting her tender inner walls... and whenever she tried to fly up, she was suppressed by the upward thrust timed against it.
"Ah, haaang...."
The pleasant-to-touch flesh of her buttocks twitched, and her waist stiffened from pleasure, the signal traveling up her back.
Her beautiful feathered wings also stiffened, and the woman answered with the sweet sound of a female.
"Hooo, hoooo...."
It was a scene of seizing the ankles of an angel trying to flee to the sky and violating her.
Squelch. Thwack! Schluuck!
Jiha held the woman's waist and buttocks firmly and continued to pound up into her.
The wings that had fluttered several times now lost their strength and drooped.
"Ha, aah. Haaa. Haa...."
Accepting that she was not a free bird, that she had been caught by a beast on the ground and was now being devoured, the woman's head fell forward, and a faint sound escaped her.
At her sweat-slicked back, the tender inner flesh sticky with nectar, and the certainty that this angel could no longer escape, the man's arousal flared up all at once.
His member, which had been erect for a long time now, throbbed as if wanting to release soon.
"Ah, uung. Huuung...."
Gashiel, pressing her hands against the bed sheets, trembled and panted. Her body twitched, and her gasping moans grew quicker, signaling she was about to climax as well.
Though her face was frightened, the man thrust up even deeper and faster.
"Haaaa. Huuaaa...."
The angel, her round buttocks held firmly, sobbed pitifully as she braced for the coming cataclysm.
Jiha spoke without thinking.
"I'm... I'm coming...."
"Ha, hak. Co-coming? What... what do you...."
Gashiel turned her head slightly, her face turning pale. She belatedly realized what Jiha was saying.
"Ah, no. You mustn't do such a lewd thing...."
Smack. Schluuck. Schluuuck!!
Instead of answering, Jiha quickened his pounding pace.
"Hnugk. Hnguuu.... Haa. Haaak."
As the act grew rough, Gashiel panted heavily and shook her head in despair.
With the pleasure that rang through her head and melted her body, Gashiel bit her lip tightly and tried to endure.
A bird with its wings caught is destined to become prey. Resigned to the fact she could no longer escape, she tried to accept it.
The psychological satisfaction that rose when he knew the woman had given up—the sense of conquest—made the tip of his manhood tremble.
The man, plundering even deeper, finally reached his limit.
"Kuuung...."
"Ah, aaaa.... Haaang."
Spurt! Spuururururt!!
"Ha, haaang, haaaaa. Hnguu!!"
The sensation of the man pushing deep, his body shuddering as he poured out his seed, the fulfilling feeling of her depths being filled. Gashiel's whole body tensed up, and she let out an ecstatic moan.
As her female body trembled, her soft inner walls squeezed and wrung him tightly. As if to assert that she was not just soft, Jiha's manhood kept spurting out more seed in heavy pulses.
As the long wave of pleasure that resonated not just in her head but her entire body rushed in, Gashiel braced against the bedsheets, trembling and moaning.
"N-no, we shouldn't...."
She felt the man, not stopping at once, continuing to pour the concentrated essence inside her. The thought that she should pull away right now occurred to her, but she couldn't move a single finger.
"Haa, haaaa...."
Every time the man twitched and released his seed, the body-numbing pleasure and the dizzying exhaustion from her strength draining away alternately assaulted her.
The angel, her buttocks held tight in Jiha's hands, could not move and had no choice but to fully receive the man's ejaculation.
"Hoo, hoooo...."
Jiha, savoring the long, drawn-out sensation of release that climbed from deep in his thighs, sighed. Even he was struggling with a release much longer than usual.
If he sucked blood directly, his body would recover and he could make the ejaculation last, but this was longer than even that.
But still, his member didn't soften. Even after emptying everything, it still throbbed as if wanting to release more.
"Haa, haaa. Haaaa...."
When Gashiel, trembling and unable to control her body, collapsed backward, Jiha caught her and laid her down on top of him.
Now lying on top of Jiha, her back against his chest, Gashiel looked at Jiha with unfocused eyes.
A gaze of regret and reproach. Even when Jiha kissed her, she only let out sighs of lament and self-blame.
At least, until Jiha wrapped an arm around her neck, kneaded her chest, and began to move his hips again.
"Keung. Hngeut...?"
Gashiel, who had thought it was all over, had a look of shock rise on her face.
Jiha spoke nonchalantly.
"You got me this turned on, so take responsibility."
If doing it once isn't enough to make things right.
Then I'll just have to do it several times.