Chapter 32: Expanding Power - 4
Chapter 32: Expanding Power - 4
Only this time, he wouldn't drink her blood.
He'd sucked Enril's blood not long ago. Doing it again would barely boost his Mana.
Better to take her while she was fully lucid. Her pride would crumble even further, and that would make her easier to handle.
As he made up his mind, Jiha's eyes caught Enril's throat bobbing with tension.
Was she afraid he might slit her throat? Or just terrified of being violated again?
Enril was already certain Jiha was capable of anything.
When the other side flinches, you press the attack.
"What sort of bitch is Leticia Yormun?"
Enril's brow furrowed instantly.
Even held at Jiha's mercy, the name Leticia made her revulsion plain.
"Why are you bringing up that name?"
"Answer first."
"...She's a Purple Unique. Considered the next rising power among the elves, but far too arrogant. She never hesitates to openly despise other races, so plenty of people detest her."
"So you hate her guts too."
"I'd rather never see her face. But why on earth are you asking about her...?"
"Do what I tell you, and you can screw her over."
Enril's interest flickered.
She hardened her expression the moment she saw Jiha's knowing grin, but it was already too late.
"When there's a chance to screw over an elf, a dark elf wouldn't want to miss it, right?"
"...Mm."
The look on her face said she was tempted.
Faction aside, elves and dark elves shared a deep history of mutual hostility.
Jiha didn't even know the root cause, but the reactions from Leticia and Enril made it obvious.
"Do you really... ngh."
Enril's words dissolved into a gasp.
Jiha had abruptly grabbed a handful of her ample breast.
With his sword still at her throat, she couldn't shove him away. She only trembled.
"Nngh—wh-what are you..."
"Think of it as a deal."
He kneaded her breast roughly through her clothes.
Warmth seeped through the thin fabric.
The heavy, springy flesh filled his hand perfectly.
"Do what I say, and I'll toss that bitch you hate straight into the gutter."
"..."
Enril was half skeptical.
Leticia was a Purple Unique, Enril's equal in rank, and hailed as the elves' next standard-bearer.
A mere Common like Jiha wasn't supposed to be able to touch her.
But hadn't Enril herself surrendered to this man again and again?
It's probably impossible, but...
The moment she hesitated, Jiha pulled his sword away, yanked her by the wrist, and threw her onto the bed.
Caught off guard, Enril toppled onto the mattress without resisting.
"Wai—"
Jiha pinned her down and sealed her lips with his.
She tried to shove him on reflex, but his palm clamped down on her breast, freezing her in place.
"Nngh!"
Her mouth opened in pain, and Jiha's tongue thrust inside without hesitation.
A human's saliva mingled thickly with the fluids of a dark elf of peerless beauty.
Schlpp. Smack. Slrrp.
While sucking on Enril's lips, Jiha pressed her palms flat against the bed.
Speed was everything now.
Overwhelm a wavering woman so thoroughly she can't think, then make it a fait accompli.
The dark elf, pinned and kissed by a man she hadn't chosen, quivered.
Jiha's hand slid down to trace Enril's smooth belly.
"Mm, nngh..."
As his fingers explored the faintly defined muscles of her lower stomach, her body flinched at what it knew was coming next.
Belatedly regaining some presence of mind, Enril shook her head and pulled her lips free.
When she turned her face aside, the long, slender tip of her brown ear was exposed—and Jiha caught it gently between his lips.
"Haaah..."
Her ears must have been sensitive. A melting moan escaped her.
He licked slowly downward from the tip. When his tongue swept the delicate skin behind her ear, fine hairs rose all across her nape.
Enril turned onto her side, eyes shut, clutching the bedsheets while Jiha sucked at her ear. His tongue traced the full length behind it and then slipped teasingly into the opening.
"Ahh..."
A moan that seemed to drain all the strength from her body. Her hips lifted off the bed.
Jiha worked his slick tongue inside her ear while kneading her breast again. Arousal had made it swell slightly larger than before.
Still groping the springy mound, he tore her top open.
Rrrip.
Fabric split. Her nipples rose into view atop the lush curves.
"N-no..."
Bared again, Enril seemed to come back to herself and tried to push Jiha away.
But he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her upper body into his embrace. Off-balance, she couldn't muster any real force.
"Schlrrrp!"
"Ah—it hurts!"
He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard it nearly pulled free. She screamed.
The cry held pain, but also pleasure. Knowing that, Jiha rolled the peak with his tongue while keeping it captive between his lips.
"Hahh... hahh..."
Enril had tears in her eyes from the pain, but when Jiha softened his sucking, her breathing broke into sobs and spasms.
The rhythm—merciless assault on sensitive spots, then gentle soothing—left her unable to think.
He flicked the now even harder peak with the tip of his tongue, then lifted his face from her chest and looked at her.
Enril's expression was slack. She was panting. Then their eyes met.
"..."
The moment she faltered, Jiha took her other nipple into his mouth.
He caught that delicate bud between hard teeth and rolled it as if he might chew. Enril's body jerked.
"Hahh, hahh. Ahhh! Ahh!"
Shuddering with pleasure, her hands clawed at Jiha's back.
He ignored her resistance and sucked harder.
As the powerful suction worked her nipple and the surrounding soft flesh over and over, the tension drained from Enril's eyes.
"Nn... nghh..."
Savoring the intermittent spasms of the woman in his arms, Jiha feasted greedily on her breasts. He set his teeth against her obscenely springy flesh and bit down firmly.
"Ah—it hurts..."
Enril's voice was tearful, but her resistance was far weaker than before. Her arms barely pushed at him anymore.
After playing with her chest for a long while, Jiha slowly raised his head.
"Hah... hah... hahh..."
Still held around the waist, her breasts smeared with saliva, Enril lowered her eyes and heaved for breath.
Her languid face was flushed. She'd felt it thoroughly.
Jiha pushed her onto all fours, stripped off her black shorts, and made her keep her hips raised.
When his breath touched that secret place, Enril quivered.
"What... what are you..."
She'd lain with Jiha before, but she'd never felt his breath directly against her cleft.
He squeezed her obscenely plush backside. Honey dripped from her soaked slit, streaking her brown thighs.
"Hah... hah... I—I don't want this..."
Realizing Jiha was staring, Enril tried to twist her hips away. But the motion only made her slit writhe more obscenely.
He leaned in slowly.
"Wai—"
Ignoring her voice, Jiha's tongue pushed into her cleft.
The invaded, slick-wet cavern undulated lewdly.
"Hngh—hee, heek!"
Enril had no idea a tongue could go there. A breathless noise escaped her as she went rigid.
But the response from her lower lips was the complete opposite of her voice.
When Jiha thrust his tongue inside, the inner walls rippled and gushed more honey, as if in welcome.
Slurp. Slurp.
"Ngh... nnn... haaah..."
Collapsed onto the infirmary bed with only her hips raised, the dark elf had left her most secret place utterly to this man. Weak cries leaked from her as her body trembled sporadically.
Using those cries as his score, Jiha drove his tongue deeper and licked in circles.
Whenever his tongue found a deeper, more sensitive spot, Enril's body would stiffen—then shudder a beat later.
"Nngh... n-no... don't... don't lick there..."
She shook her head at the surging pleasure, but pinned from behind by Jiha, there was nothing she could do.
All she could do now was cry out in pleasure and please the man.
Slrrp. Schlrrrp.
A soft tongue swept relentlessly through that secret cavern, drinking every drop of welling honey.
Convulsing with ecstasy, Enril reflexively raised her hips even higher.
As if begging for more.
Slurp. Schlrrp. Schlrrrk!
When the man's tongue again plunged without hesitation, Enril's hips bucked up and down.
An unbearable ticklish ache deep inside drew out moans she couldn't suppress.
"Haaang... nngh... hnn... khh..."
Strength drained from her body, leaving a heavy languor, yet the pleasurable ache pulsing through her thighs kept forcing out ragged gasps.
Once the last trace of resistance left Enril, posed with only her hips raised, Jiha slowly drew his lips away.
As he pulled back his tongue, her thoroughly drenched petals quivered.
"Nn... ngh... mmh..."
Enril shuddered through the lingering aftershocks. Jiha shoved his pants down and freed his length.
Her wanton reactions had already brought him to full hardness.
He positioned himself against Enril's defenseless, voluptuous rear.
"Again..."
Knowing what was coming, Enril's voice trailed off anxiously.
But there was no real defiance in her now. She wasn't in a Bloodsucking trance, but the aftermath of surrendering her body to Jiha and thrashing in a sea of pleasure still held her.
A body that had circled the peak over and over was now craving a larger, stronger climax.
"..."
At that fragile whisper, Jiha said nothing and pushed forward slowly.
The endless honey flowing from her cleft slicked the tip.
But the sensation was wrong. Quivering, ready to accept him, Enril's eyes flew open wide.
"W-wait!"
The man wasn't pressing against her secret slit.
He was pushing at her rear hole.
At a turn of events she had never even considered, Enril thrashed and tried to twist her hips away. Jiha clamped his hands on her backside and held her in place.
On all fours, she couldn't possibly escape.
"Stay still."
"N-no! Not there! No!"
"I said stay still."
At the rougher edge in Jiha's voice, Enril's struggling body froze.
The harsh command from above, the male hand pinning her shaking head to the bed—it sealed off any protest.
Resist now, and something even more terrible might happen.
The dark elf who had never feared a man before, who had always dismissed them as the weaker, pathetic sex... stark terror rose on her face.
The tip, sticky with honey, pressed against her rear hole.
"Ah—no. I don't want this. I don't want it..."
At the unknown horror, Enril shook her head desperately.
Doing it there—she could not possibly accept it.
The lofty pride of a dark elf who had risen to the honored rank of Unique, everything she had ever believed, shattered from the roots.
If she could escape what was coming, she would do anything.
"I don't want it, I don't want it. P-please... please..."
Every time the tip nudged and pressed, Enril's voice cracked with tears.
A revulsion she had never imagined, rising from somewhere deep. Terror made her whole body tremble.
Jiha pressed the advantage against the completely panicked dark elf.
"Please what?"
Since he was doing this while she was clear-headed, he might as well make her submit completely.