Chapter 45: Sowing Seeds - 8
Chapter 45: Sowing Seeds - 8
Squish.
"Haaah!"
His fully rigid cock pressed against the fabric soaked through at her vulva.
The woman's cleft was already so drenched that the cloth clung to it completely.
With his hardness bearing down on top of it, the stimulation rivaled actual penetration.
Squeeeelch.
His burning length bucked as if it meant to punch straight through the cloth and inside.
The succubus sat on the sofa with her legs spread, pinned face-to-face by a man.
Even though it wasn't direct insertion — only friction through fabric — Yura flinched and shuddered, letting out ragged moans.
"Hahk. Haaah. J-Jiha."
Jiha's cock pressed into the thoroughly soaked cloth and nudged just barely into the swamp beyond. The succubus convulsed.
Her hands trembled.
She clutched Jiha's back tightly, quivering uncontrollably.
Hurry, put it in.
But Jiha only repeated the motion — pressing down hard, then pulling back.
The clear pre-cum leaking from his cock and the sticky honey flowing from her entrance mingled together, growing filthier and more tangled.
"Nn, nnnn. Hnnnng."
Yura's body burned with heat, gasping and writhing helplessly.
Jiha kept acting like he was about to sink in, but the cloth over her sex blocked him every time.
He pushed in indirectly, and would go no further.
Even as he tormented her, Jiha showed no sign of haste. He breathed hot against Yura's ear and pressed his lips to hers.
"Hahk, haaaaah."
At the feel of his tongue tracing her ear, Yura shuddered and shook her head. Jiha prodded at her again.
"Ah, ahh. Aaah..."
A note of resentment crept into Yura's sweet voice.
Jiha kept pretending he was about to thrust inside any second now, doing nothing but teasing and provoking her.
Growing impatient, Yura reached out to grab his cock herself.
Squelch.
But Jiha immediately seized both her wrists and pinned them to the sofa.
"Ahh..."
Yura shot him a reproachful look.
Normally she was demure, but right now she was so deeply tormented she had no idea what to do with herself.
Jiha, having pinned her hands to the sofa to keep her still, moved to grind against the cloth again, but—
Whoosh!
Yura's tail shot forward and wrapped around him.
"Ngh?!"
The tail with the heart-shaped tip — the succubus's tail flew like a whip and coiled around Jiha's cock.
"Huk. Nngh..."
Like a snake coiling into rings, the tail wound around Jiha's length, modulating its grip pressure to squeeze and constrict.
Just like a hand kneading, the tail wrapped from the glans down to the base, moving and rubbing, stimulating him relentlessly.
"Mm. Nnnnnm."
"Haaaah. Haaaaaah..."
With both hands pinned down, Yura bound and stroked Jiha's cock with her tail, provoking him.
Don't you want to bury it inside me right now?
The pressure was oddly pleasurable, and he felt like he might spill at any moment, but Jiha gave nothing away.
"Ah, nn. Nnnn."
When Jiha showed no reaction, as solid as stone, it was Yura who found herself tormented and burning up.
Having deftly stimulated Jiha's cock with her tail, she gave up and unwound it.
If he came from this, the one left aching and miserable would be her.
"Haa, haaaa..."
Yura gasped for breath, flinching and trembling, her eyes pleading with Jiha.
She couldn't understand why he was driving her so relentlessly when he intended to finally give her what she needed.
Jiha, who hadn't reacted even when bound by her tail, whispered into Yura's ear.
"You'll have to take them off."
"...Ah."
Only then did Yura catch on. She hurriedly moved her hands down and pulled her panties off herself.
An act she'd normally be too embarrassed to perform so readily.
But right now, with her body blazing hot and her breath catching in her throat, she had no inhibitions left.
At last Jiha pushed his hips forward again.
Hands clasped with Yura's, and their mouths meeting as he did.
"Ah, haa, nnnnn."
Yura eagerly sucked at Jiha's lips, mindlessly tangling her tongue with his.
The feeling that she was finally being rewarded — she clung to him desperately, like a dog greeting its returning master at the front door.
"Mm, nnnnn."
"Hooooh."
Savoring the succubus's fervent kiss, Jiha pushed his cock inside.
He'd held back so long that his glans was slick with pre-cum.
Sliiiick.
Normally he'd need to use a hand to aim, but this time there was no need.
The moment he touched Yura's tightly closed cleft and nudged just slightly inward, he sank deep, as if her body were drawing him in.
"Mm, nnnnn."
"Ah, aaaah!"
As he pushed into Yura's depths, her inner walls clamped down and clung to him fiercely.
She sucked at Jiha's cock as greedily as if she'd starved for three days, and it felt so good his mind went utterly blank.
"Huk, hu-huhhk."
Before he knew it, Jiha had buried himself to the root.
He sank in as naturally as submerging into a swamp.
"Ahng, hnnnng."
Yura moaned and panted.
She gasped for breath while gazing up at Jiha with glistening wet eyes, and each time she did, the inner flesh that had swallowed his length rippled obscenely.
"Hohk, hoooooh."
"Jiha..."
Yura called his name piteously and pulled off her own top.
Her hands trembled. The clumsiness came partly from her body convulsing with pleasure, and partly from the embarrassment of undressing herself under Jiha's watching eyes.
"..."
The sight of the succubus baring her upper body and revealing her massive breasts while their bodies remained pressed together.
Jiha stared as if entranced.
Breasts so large that even using both hands, he'd struggle to grasp a single one — they filled his entire field of vision.
The flawless white mounds shifted subtly with her breathing, and at their centers, light pink nipples stood shyly erect.
Breasts so beautiful and overwhelming he couldn't tear his gaze away.
Jiha himself found it astonishing that he'd managed to hold back with this in front of him.
"...It's embarrassing."
When Jiha gazed at her as if spellbound, Yura bashfully tried to cover her chest with her hands.
She'd grown afraid of just how excited the man had become. But Jiha caught her hands and stopped her from hiding herself.
"Hooooh."
"..."
Under the man's increasingly rough gaze, the succubus was so flustered by shyness she didn't know what to do.
Squeeeelch.
The cock already buried deep in her inner flesh now throbbed anew, writhing inside her.
"Mm, nnnnn..."
A secret heat smoldered in Yura's trembling crimson eyes.
The moment she'd endured her embarrassment and exposed her breasts, she'd felt in her own body just how mindlessly aroused Jiha had become staring at her — and the realization filled her with delight.
The man who had pushed deep between her legs couldn't tear his eyes from her chest.
The instinctive superiority of having drawn this man back to her — a man whose hands had reached for another woman's breasts.
"Hahk, haaaah..."
In that instant, Jiha buried his face in Yura's breasts.
The motion drove his cock even deeper inside.
The grip of her clenching hole, the pressure — it felt so good. But Jiha first seized her breasts in both hands and bit into the soft flesh.
Like leaving the first footprints on a snowfield untouched by human hands.
The moment he saw those huge white mounds, he'd wanted to leave his mark on them.
"Ahhk, aaah. Haaaaah..."
When Jiha gripped her breasts tightly and began rocking his hips, Yura let out a convulsive moan.
Doing this missionary-style on the sofa gave them little room to maneuver their hips, but the two of them were far too heated to care about such things.
Jiha held one of the huge breasts, kneading it, while his other hand caressed her gently.
He dragged his tongue down through the deep valley between them, then shifted to the side and latched onto a nipple, sucking noisily.
"Hahk, haaaa. Jiha. Jiha..."
Each time, the succubus pinned beneath him let out melting sounds and didn't know what to do with herself.
As if embarrassed by her own noises, she tried to hold them back, bit her lip, attempted to squirm away from Jiha as he rocked his hips and indulged himself obsessively.
But each time, Jiha leisurely moved his hips to savor her inner flesh, then returned to greedily sucking and kneading her breasts without restraint.
"Hoo, hoooo."
"Hahk, haaah."
Both Jiha's mouth and Yura's breasts were smeared with saliva.
Before Yura could even feel newly embarrassed by the fact, the motion of Jiha's hips gradually quickened.
"Ah, aaah. Hahh."
Yura's heated inner walls clamped down — squeeeezing around his cock — alternately constricting as if trying to wring him dry, then loosening to coax him deeper.
Lewd inner flesh that begged him to enjoy her body for a long, long time.
Whenever the man tried to speed up, she'd loosen slightly. Whenever he tried to slow down, she'd suddenly swallow him tight as if biting down.
A cavern that toyed with a man and tried to devour him like a living creature.
"Huk, hu-huhhk."
Before he knew it, Jiha's whole body was drenched in sweat.
He'd tasted this inner flesh before, but its bewitching quality was truly exceptional.
An obscene swamp that teased and provoked like a living thing — once any man fell into it, he could never escape.
Thrust. Thruuust. Shliiiick.
As Jiha lost himself indulging in Yura's inner flesh, she spoke in a voice so small it seemed to crawl into his ear.
"...My breasts are bigger, aren't they?"
"..."
She didn't stop at words. She grasped her own breasts and showed them to Jiha.
I have breasts this white and huge, so don't even look at other women's.
In that moment Jiha grew even more aroused, and he kissed Yura deeply.
Mingling their tongues mindlessly, exchanging saliva, he seized both breasts in his hands.
With none of the restraint he'd shown before, he gripped them roughly enough to hurt and kneaded them mercilessly.
"Hahk, haaaahk. Haaa, aaaah..."
Yura writhed in pain and pleasure at once.
Even though the brutal way the man handled her breasts hurt... seeing him this excited, this desperate to cling to her, filled her with joy and even something like pride.
Every time his five fingers moved rhythmically, the huge mounds of flesh strained to slip free.
In reflex, his hands tightened their grip, kneading harder as if trying to keep pudding from slipping through his fingers and falling away.
Even as he kissed her and toyed with her breasts wildly with his hands, Jiha kept thrusting his hips mindlessly, pulling back and driving in, savoring Yura's inner flesh.
"Huk, hu-huuuhhk. Hooooo."
"Ah, ah, J-Jiha. Nnn, nnnnn. Hnnnng!"
Yura, whose breasts were gripped to the point of pain, trembled uncontrollably — and then her inner flesh clenched tight first.
A sudden, ferocious contraction — from the glans to the root — squeezed down all at once in a rush of staggering pleasure.
Unbearable ecstasy. The sensation of impending release made Jiha's mouth open on reflex.
Spluuuurrt!
His cock, buried deep inside Yura's inner flesh, pulsed as it spilled.
Crunch!
He sank his teeth into her pale white throat.
"Ah, aaaah. Aaaahnnn..."
Yura, who had been trembling through her peak, shuddered with a fresh wave of convulsions as the teeth bit into her neck.
Each time, her inner flesh rippled and coiled around him exquisitely, coaxing more of his release.
Spluurt-spluurt-splurt!!
Another burst of semen shot out.
Jiha kept spilling inside her, kept kneading and abusing her breasts with his hands, and all the while gulped down the blood that was converting into Mana.
"Hnnng, hnnnnnnn..."
Like a doe with a lion's jaws clamped around her throat, Yura could only tremble and let Jiha do as he pleased.
Jiha emptied his seed deep inside her voluptuous body as he pleased, brutally kneaded her breasts, and drank her blood. Only after a long moment did he finally pull his teeth from her throat.
"Hooooooooh."
Breath came in ragged gasps.
His body was soaked with sweat.
After a sleepless night followed by a messy tangle of bodies, fatigue should have been crashing in on him — yet he didn't feel tired at all.
He felt like he could go several more rounds.
"Haaahk, haaaaaah..."
Yura, by contrast, had her eyes shut and was flinching and trembling — she looked utterly exhausted.
Sliiiick.
"Uuuung. Ahhk."
As his cock pulled out, the friction against her inner walls sent fresh waves of pleasure through her. She gasped for breath.
"Hahk, haaaa..."
When the exhausted succubus looked up at him so piteously, Jiha pressed his forehead to hers and gave her a light kiss.
Unlike before, the kisses were slow and gentle, repeated again and again.
"Ah, haaaa. Jiha..."
Even exhausted and drained of strength, Yura wrapped both arms around Jiha's neck and closed her eyes.
I don't want to let go.
