Chapter 35: Expanding Power - 7
Chapter 35: Expanding Power - 7
"Ah......"
Jiha didn't wait for Enril to fumble her way to an explanation.
He grabbed her slender brown ankles, one in each hand, and yanked her legs wide apart.
Her most private place was laid bare before his eyes.
"Wait—"
Whatever Enril was about to say, Jiha grasped himself and pushed forward.
There'd been no foreplay, unlike his usual approach, but her entrance was already slick and wet.
Stroking him had aroused her too.
"Hnnk, ahh......"
A rough thrust drew a moan from Enril beneath him.
Looking down at the dark elf gasping with pleasure, Jiha asked coldly,
"What were you thinking, mouthing off like that?"
"That was......"
As Enril opened her lips to speak, Jiha abruptly shoved his fingers into her mouth.
Her eyes flew wide at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't spit them out.
Experience had taught her Jiha would only do worse if she did.
Jiha gazed down coldly at the dark elf, her expression plainly fearful even with his fingers still in her mouth.
"I went out of my way to handle things quietly, and you had to throw a wrench into it. What were you thinking?"
"Mm. Mmp. Hnn......"
Even as he spoke, Jiha kept moving his hips. His fingers stuffed in her mouth made it impossible for Enril to speak properly.
"Someone's going out of their way to be considerate, and what do you do?"
Jiha laid down his one-sided scolding while ravaging her cavern.
Every reprimand made that tight cavern flinch and clench around him.
Berated by his words and by his shaft, Enril's face was steeped in intense pleasure.
She lowered her eyes and meekly licked and sucked Jiha's fingers.
Trying to soothe his mood.
Slurp. Slurp...... Schluurrp.
When Enril devotedly sucked his fingers, Jiha's hips suddenly stopped.
The man who'd been roughly ravaging her interior had stilled, and she stopped sucking, her eyes searching his face.
Sschluurrp......
Jiha pulled his fingers from her pursed lips with an obscene noise.
He examined the sticky, saliva-slicked digits, then looked down at Enril with cool detachment.
"Talk."
"Well......"
Even given a chance, Enril hesitated and didn't answer.
She was vacillating in a way most unlike herself, which struck Jiha as odd.
Enril butting in while Jiha was dealing with Sirel had been nothing short of a suicide run.
She'd sweated bullets trying not to get caught—so why had she gone and done something so stupid?
Jiha studied Enril's face and abruptly asked,
"Jealous?"
"What?!"
Enril flinched in surprise, and Jiha smiled.
"You got jealous seeing me talk to another woman right after I'd been with you?"
"N-no!"
"Hmm......"
Enril protested, but Jiha paid no mind.
Her true feelings were not for her to decide.
This dark elf of peerless beauty still didn't understand what it meant for a woman's body and heart to belong to a man.
"If I say that's what it is, that's what it is. You still don't get it?"
"Wh-what are......"
Jiha had subdued her so many times she'd learned to read his moods, but this still left her incredulous.
Wasn't that practically saying he considered her his subordinate?
"......"
No—Jiha had been like this all along.
At first Enril had been dumbfounded. She'd defied him, resisted. But every time, he'd subjugated her completely, until now she'd reached the point of walking on eggshells around him.
Wasn't she right now pinned underneath him, body open?
"Yeah, that's the look of someone starting to figure things out......"
Enril flinched at Jiha's cool remark. He'd read her perfectly.
"Well, behave yourself, and I'll be sweet to you."
"Wh-who'd want that from the likes of you......"
The reflex outburst earned a snort from Jiha, and he started moving his hips again.
The rigid cavern clenched and quivered in response to the man thrusting once more.
"Ah, hah. Hk. Hk......"
The shuddering pleasure made Enril shake her head.
This time, unlike before, the missionary position left her face fully exposed to Jiha's gaze.
Her flushed cheeks, the pink lips parted to pant for breath, the glazed-over blue eyes trembling with bliss.
"D-don't look......"
Jiha said nothing, just gazed steadily down at her. Enril started to cover her face with her hands, then stopped short.
Jiha had reached toward her face.
Bracing for whatever he might do, Enril went rigid with fear. Jiha only smiled and gently brushed a silver strand of hair from her cheek.
An extraordinarily tender, soft touch, unlike anything before.
"......"
Enril stared at him with stunned eyes. Jiha's voice came out relaxed.
"Act like a woman. Then I'll be good to you."
"I-I'm not really...... Haaang!"
Enril's trembling resistance was cut short. The male spear drove deep into her, making her gasp out a honeyed sigh.
When he thrust into her depths and pulled back, the sleek, voluptuous brown body beneath him unraveled in pleasure, the bed sheets left a mess.
Jiha pressed in heavily and savored Enril's reactions.
"Hk. Hnn. Krh. Mmp......"
He'd lain with Enril so many times that he knew her favorite spots like the back of his hand.
"Ha, haaht. Haht. Hngh......"
Jiha skillfully stabbed deep inside, churning and withdrawing, and she'd shudder and toss her head.
Watching her body convulse as if she couldn't believe the pleasure racing through her never failed to please him.
So this is what they call getting attached through sex...
The day had come when Enril actually looked cute to him.
Jiha kept his expression carefully blank while repeating deep thrusts and withdrawals.
"Haaht. Ah-ah. Hk! Nngh!"
Enril's cavern clamped down tight—she was climaxing over and over.
Jiha groaned at the clenching, warm, wet flesh-walls that clenched him as if in fury.
Her name slipped out before he knew it.
"Enril......"
"J-just a sec. Again... again..."
Enril had realized that Jiha meant to finish inside her again, and though her voice was tearful, she made absolutely no move to flee.
Her words said no, but her body was honest: anticipating it, the crevice squeezed far harder.
Buried to the hilt in the entrance that writhed as if urging him to hurry up and release, Jiha's breathing grew ragged.
"Hoo, hoo......"
Enril looked up at Jiha thrusting into her with a fearful expression.
She'd given up—she knew now that he was going to do it inside her regardless, that even if she tried to stop him, he'd ignore her.
Every rough collision of his hips made her mouth fall open, a sticky sigh escaping.
"Haa, ahht. Mm... Hmt. Kh......"
She didn't seem to realize those moans only spurred him on, only drove him harder. Quivering, she accepted the pleasure.
Watching Enril's melted expression, Jiha reflexively bent down and kissed her.
Her lips parted as if she'd been waiting, and her tongue pushed forward.
It was impossible to say who initiated—tongues entwined, they sucked and licked each other's lips.
Locked in a kiss, tasting her tongue, pressing his chest against the springy swell of her breasts, grinding his hips down hard to bury himself to the end of the tight, clinging cavern—Jiha's body went rigid.
"Krk, nng......"
A groan leaked out as his lower half twitched.
Ssshhhoot!
Clutching the woman tight, the man shuddered and released the pent-up white fluid inside her.
"Haaht. Haaaahhh. Nngh......"
Enril's mellow body quivered faintly, taking the gush of semen directly inside.
Every time Jiha's shaft pulsed and spasmed with intermittent spurts, the peerless beauty beneath him climaxed in fine convulsions.
"Hoo......"
Jiha, who had been kissing her throughout the ejaculation, slowly pulled his lips away.
Eyes downcast, barely able to breathe properly, Enril lay submerged in pleasure.
"Good."
"......"
Enril's eyes flickered open at Jiha's cryptic word, then hesitated and lowered again.
As if she'd finally grasped her situation.
Jiha pulled himself out of Enril and reached to the side.
"Ah, hahk, hnngh."
The withdrawal of the deeply embedded shaft made Enril's body tremble anew with rippling pleasure.
"Hahk, haaah. Aah, haaah......"
Enril panted, catching her breath—likely worn out from their repeated coupling.
No surprise there.
Enril herself had been swept up in a daze, but the reality was that being stark naked and held by Jiha right in front of Sirel had been incredibly nerve-wracking.
Sapped by the lingering relief and afterglow, strength drained from her whole body.
"Haa, haa......"
Still catching her breath, Enril noticed Jiha's gaze and turned onto her side, facing away.
She'd been forced into doing whatever Jiha wanted, but she didn't want to admit that to herself.
Now that she'd come back to her senses, being naked was mortifying.
But at this point, trying to cover up or curl away would just earn more of Jiha's teasing.
Twisting her body to hide her chest and sex as much as possible was the best she could do.
Jiha could see right through her.
Predictable, coming from the prideful, haughty Enril.
"Hooooo......"
Enril steadied her breathing, suppressing the pleasure still lingering in her body.
Jiha sat cross-legged beside her and lightly patted her backside.
"......"
Enril lowered her eyes and stayed silent.
It meant she wouldn't engage, that she'd ignore whatever he did.
Aside from when he wanted to fuck her, she had no choice.
She'd given up open defiance and switched to passive resistance.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
Jiha roughly kneaded the dark elf's large backside.
He squeezed hard, deforming the shape of her ass, causing the semen he'd pumped inside her to slowly trickle out.
"Ngh......"
The sticky sensation trailing down her thigh.
Enril squeezed her eyes shut against the fresh humiliation.
Her bottom kneaded freely by a man's hand, the pooled contents inside her forced to leak out—she automatically imagined what would happen next.
He'd start again.
"Now, then......"
"......"
But Jiha took his hand off her backside.
Bracing herself, Enril blinked.
She'd expected this animal of a man to mount her again, unsatisfied, yet he'd withdrawn his hand.
Without hesitation.
Was that it for today?
Enril felt a strange mixture of letdown and regret, then froze.
She ought to be glad this humiliating time was over—why on earth would she feel regret?
"......"
But instead of getting up, Jiha remained seated and began wiping Enril's back with a dry towel.
They were both drenched in sweat after losing themselves in each other.
"Hk—"
Enril flinched in surprise at the hand rubbing her lower back and twisted away, sitting up.
Covering her chest with her arms and pressing her thighs together, she glared at Jiha anew.
Like he'd just pulled some outlandish trick on her.
Towel in hand, Jiha smiled slightly.
"Even when I wipe you down, that's the face you make?"
"......It's unnecessary."
Enril summoned Mana lightly.
Was she going to attack him?
A fight here, even if she could take Jiha down, would be impossible to clean up afterward.
The Blue Seal barracks were already Jiha's home turf. Reckless action from Enril would be more than she could handle.
Jiha's brow furrowed just as blue Mana swirled briefly around Enril's body, and in an instant, the sweat vanished.
She was pristine, like she'd just stepped out of a shower.
"What's that?"
"......Purification. An ability only Unique Grade and above can use."
An ability to instantly clean the body, then.
Enril gave him a pointed glare.
Refusing to let the likes of him touch her body under the pretense of wiping her down.
After being pinned down and gasping, now she wanted to get prickly?
But a woman's heart was a complicated thing.
I didn't mock her like usual and suddenly started treating her tenderly, so she felt ambivalent—she relaxed a bit, and now her pride's surging back.
When Jiha subtly changed his attitude, Enril had been thrown off balance as well, and now she was getting stern.
Before, she'd at least had the excuse of being bloodsucked, but today she'd been completely sober when she gave herself to him.
She'd somehow let him have her body, but that didn't mean he could have her heart.
The black panther was growling.
"......"
Even when Jiha deliberately acted defenseless and smiled, she didn't strike first.
He slowly extended a hand, and Enril only flinched and heightened her guard.
"......Shouldn't you have had enough?"
"Wipe."
"What?"
"You got yourself perfectly clean with that Purification, but I'm not."
Jiha's body was still slick with sweat.
He was tired too, after taking Enril multiple times.
He held out the dry towel.
Enril stared at him in disbelief.
"......What did you just say?"
A demand that she, a Unique, personally wipe down Jiha's naked body after coupling with her.
Ridiculous.
Enril's expression hardened, but Jiha stayed calm.
"Saying no?"
Then he'd just have to make her do it.