Chapter 69: King of Slaves - 6
Chapter 69: King of Slaves - 6
"Wh-what are you trying to do...?"
Stripped to the waist, Leticia tried to rise as Jiha approached, but her body wouldn't obey.
The situation was so shocking, so terrifying, that she couldn't make herself move.
No matter how much power you possess, it's useless if you can't wield it.
Jiha looked down at the trembling blonde elf.
"Run if you like. Resist if you want. Come at me if that's what you choose. But... think carefully first."
"You can't possibly... again..."
Leticia shuddered, a gut-deep certainty telling her that night's events were about to repeat.
"You did all that and you still weren't satisfied? You... animal..."
She stared up at him with naked revulsion and horror.
Faced with her visceral rejection, Jiha dangled bait.
"Forcing it with a block of wood isn't much fun. If you don't feel anything while we're at it, I'll stop. But I'll still take care of this matter for you."
"...And who's going to fall for that again?"
A flicker of relief crossed Leticia's face when Jiha didn't pounce immediately.
Covering her white breasts with her arms, she retorted,
"You said that before, and then you just... bit me again..."
"I won't bite."
"...."
Jiha smirked at her disbelieving stare.
"I need you for the long term. Why would I risk that with a short-term lie? Have I ever lied to you?"
"...."
Surprisingly, Jiha had kept every promise he'd made to Leticia.
Ultimately, at least.
"It's up to you."
He stated it plainly, then pushed her down and covered her body with his own.
Torn between shoving him away and resisting, Leticia froze the instant Jiha brought his face close to her neck.
The thought that he might bite—and the memory of the melting pleasure that came with it—left her completely at a loss.
"Nngh..."
Tense and rigid, she felt the man's lips touch her pale throat.
Jiha traced the slender white column with his lips, then slid his tongue upward along the path he'd just kissed.
A soft sweep down, a wet ascent back up.
"Hah... haah..."
Every press of his lips and stroke of his tongue made the frightened neck flinch and tremble.
When Jiha lifted his gaze, his eyes met Leticia's as she covered her mouth.
The blonde elf was terrified he might change his mind and bite at any moment.
But the instant their eyes met, she forced strength back into her gaze, struggling to look defiant.
"Stubborn thing..."
Jiha closed his lips over the nape of her neck and sucked hard.
The intense pressure on her skin sent a shudder through the delicate elf.
"Hnghk..."
He pressed his lips into the fragile skin, branded a mark into it, and only then let go.
Her skin was so pale the veins showed through, and now red marks bloomed across it, scattered here and there.
'Her skin's weak...'
An elf's body is sensitive to stimulation by nature.
Before, he'd mainly used his hands. Now that he'd started using his lips, he could confirm it with certainty.
As Jiha relentlessly caressed the nape of her neck, a sheen of sweat formed on Leticia's body.
He followed that sweet scent to the elegant hollows of her slender collarbone, and Leticia squirmed as if it tickled.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
Pressing her slender shoulders down with his hands, Jiha took the delicate dip of her collarbone between his lips and licked.
"Hah... haah..."
A moan of suppressed ticklishness escaped her. As Jiha moved back and forth, biting each side of her collarbone with his lips and releasing, crimson spots were etched into the skin.
"Hn... ngh..."
Every time the man's lips tormented her fragile skin, the elf flinched and shook her head in denial.
Twisting her body to escape his lips, unable to endure the ticklish sensation, she exposed the smooth hollow of her armpit.
Jiha licked down the pale skin, and Leticia's body quivered faintly.
"I-it tickles. Stop..."
Ignoring her, Jiha persistently licked the sensitive hollow with a feather-light touch, and the elf sobbed without realizing it.
"Haaang..."
When Jiha lifted his lips slightly and looked at her, Leticia averted her eyes.
As if she hadn't made a sound just now.
"Th-there, are you done? Th-this is just... unpleasant for me, so..."
"Is it, now."
Jiha spoke knowingly as his hand slid downward.
Following the fine white skin, his hand moved toward the soft mound of her breast.
"Hnng... d-don't... touch me as you please."
Leticia forced a sharp voice when the man's hand cupped her breast.
He held it with almost no force, just wrapping his palm around it, and the sweat of tension clung to his hand.
When he squeezed the smoothly yielding breast gently, the elf's brow furrowed in distress.
"Ngh... hnng... I-it's nothing special."
"Oh?"
As Jiha gazed at her and kneaded her breast with a gentle, steady pressure, Leticia bit her lip stubbornly.
The sight of her squeezing her eyes shut, struggling desperately to hold back any escaping moans, was pitiful yet stoked his desire to conquer.
He wanted to make this posturing elf gasp and pant with honesty.
Jiha lowered his head and brought his lips to her chest.
He took the small crimson berry blooming on a field of white snow into his mouth.
"Ah... hah?"
Tension locked Leticia's entire body.
She opened her eyes and stared down in disbelief at Jiha, his face buried against her breast.
"Wh-... mm. Hnng... hnngh... wh-what are you doing...?"
Jiha wrapped his arm around her squirming waist to hold her still, and gently sucked the pale pink nipple with his lips.
As if dissolving candy in his mouth. The moment his lips drew in the delicate bud, Leticia's breathing turned ragged.
"Wh-what kind of... th-this strange a-act... I-I'm not a baby... hnngh."
Leticia panted in distress as her breast was suckled, trying to break free somehow, but Jiha held her fast.
Every time Leticia's body trembled, he sucked harder, as if in answer.
"Hnng, haaht... haang... I-I hate this. This... it's... strange."
Contrary to her words, her nipples began to stiffen.
As the bud, held in a man's mouth for the first time, hardened in response, Jiha teased it with his tongue as well.
Suckled by his lips and toyed with by his tongue, the sensitive peak made Leticia gasp sweetly.
"Hngh, haaht... D-don't... do this strange thing... Aah, haah..."
Leticia pushed at Jiha's head with her hands, but there was no strength in them.
When Jiha bit down on the erect nipple with his upper and lower teeth in response to her feeble resistance, her hips lifted off the ground and her body trembled violently.
Unable to dodge, unable to push him away, the woman could only be toyed with by Jiha's lips.
"Nnht... haaht... haaht..."
Her weakest points were conquered by the man, leaving her gasping.
When Jiha finally released her saliva-soaked nipple from his lips, Leticia panted harshly and glared at him.
"Y-you're not a baby... what are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Th-that's something you only do with a baby..."
Leticia looked as if the mere concept of having her breast sucked had never crossed her mind.
She tried to glare, but the strength had left her eyes, and there was no trace of her usual sharp defiance.
"This?"
When Jiha moved his head toward the other nipple, Leticia's body spasmed again.
"Haaht... haang... haaang..."
The moment Jiha's lips drew in the other nipple, a sweet moan spilled out immediately.
Burying his face in the soft yet springy white breast, Jiha sucked and teased the crimson fruit to his heart's content.
Every time he rolled the small bud inside his mouth, the once-defiant elf sobbed honestly, and the way her body convulsed was a pleasure to watch.
"Hngh... hngh... hnngggh..."
Jiha lifted his lips at the sound of her long, aching moan.
Her whole body drenched in sweat, Leticia couldn't speak properly, only her waist quivering faintly.
She'd reached a weak climax.
Exhausted, Leticia forced the words out.
"To use... such a dirty trick... You're a coward..."
"Is that so?"
Leticia's face showed genuine incredulity.
"Th-that's something you only do... after having a child..."
"You don't know your own appeal."
When Jiha kneaded her breast lightly, Leticia's brow furrowed piteously.
His lips had already heated her body thoroughly.
"S-stop it... I-I can't feel a thing."
"Oh?"
Jiha slid his hand down toward her lower undergarment.
Watching the man's hand slip between her thighs, Leticia shut her eyes involuntarily.
And then came the breathless gasping that followed.
"Haaht... d-don't touch... hnnggh... ahht!"
Jiha rubbed the soaked undergarment lightly before pulling it off.
When Jiha stopped, contrary to her expectation, Leticia opened her eyes slightly—and then froze in shock.
Jiha was gripping her thighs, spreading them apart, and moving his lips closer to her slit.
"N-no. I-I hate this. Stop... stop it..."
She tried to act tough, but her body was already heated, and the fear of what would happen if the man's lips touched her burning core directly made Leticia call out desperately.
At her plea, Jiha stopped right in front of her cleft.
Relieved, Leticia nodded.
"Y-yes... stop..."
Jiha's tongue pushed into her secret cavern.
"Hyaahk!?"
Leticia twisted away from the jolt of pleasure that rang through her body.
But her glossy, enticing thighs, slick as if coated with honey, were firmly held in Jiha's hands—escape was impossible.
"D-don't lick... d-don't do it..."
Slurp. Sshlp.
Every time Jiha's tongue lapped up the honey soaking her secret place, Leticia sobbed and thrashed her head from side to side.
With each movement of the man's tongue, the curvaceous white body spasmed as if an electric current were running through it.
Savoring the tremors that traveled through his palms, Jiha pushed his tongue deeper into the cleft. The further his tongue delved into the tender inner flesh, the more sweet honey flowed out.
"Haaht... haak... aahht..."
Leticia's breathing grew ragged as she completely melted. Jiha then shifted his lips and traced his tongue over her clitoris.
"Ngh... hngh... gnnngh..."
Leticia's voice pitched higher. Now she couldn't even breathe properly, her body only quivering helplessly.
When Jiha, having thoroughly savored the honeyed walls, lifted his head from her cleft, Leticia had turned her head to the side and was gasping for air.
Her unfocused green eyes held no trace of resistance at all. Her body was so flushed it felt hot to the touch.
Jiha asked quietly.
"Still can't feel anything?"
"Th-that's..."
Leticia tried to answer but couldn't finish her sentence through the lingering dregs of pleasure.
A burning sensation still pulsed in the deep place Jiha's tongue had licked.
Her body felt heavy, as if submerged in a sticky swamp. She couldn't move a single finger.
"This is... cowardly..."
Leticia voiced a lament of resentment.
For her, whose knowledge of relations between men and women was limited to the basics of childbearing, this experience was far too shocking.
She had lain with Jiha before, but back then he had only touched her with his hands.
She had never even imagined that acts of licking and sucking with lips and tongue could exist.
Now that the sharp-tongued, stubborn wildcat had been subdued, Jiha undressed.
The moment Leticia saw his erect, rigid manhood, she reflexively looked away and bit her lip.
Her body was already too spent to lift a finger. The man's underhanded tactics had left her completely exhausted, unable to flee.
"D-doing this... won't make me your slave..."
She forced the words out, but even Leticia herself knew how absurd they were.
She knew she could no longer escape this man's grasp, knew she couldn't stop whatever he did. This was just a last shred of pride she wanted to cling to.
"We'll see about that once we try."
Gripping Leticia's upper body and pulling her up to face him, Jiha cut her off.
As he brought his rigid, swollen length against her slick cleft.
He'd held back long enough.
Now it was time to let it pour out.