Chapter 72: King of Slaves - 9
Chapter 72: King of Slaves - 9
Jiha took Leticia by the arm and pulled her close.
"Ah..."
She followed without resistance now, exactly as he wanted.
Still seated, Jiha wrapped both arms around Leticia's waist, holding her in an embrace that hid her face.
The kind of hold you would use on a small child.
He was genuinely doting on her.
Leticia turned her head to study the man resting his chin on her shoulder.
His gaze had fallen to the breasts cradled in her brassiere.
For her slim, slender frame, Leticia's chest was surprisingly full.
Not a bombshell like Yura or Enril—more of a Barbie-doll figure.
The swell of those breasts, rising incongruously from a narrow body, stirred a man's desire.
"Mmm."
Sensing that male hunger, Leticia instinctively hunched her shoulders.
Even if she had shown everything the night before, baring herself in the morning felt different.
When she covered her chest with her arm, Jiha kissed her cheek.
Smack.
"Ah..."
Turn her head, and he could kiss her.
Leticia unconsciously turned and met his lips, and the arm shielding her breasts loosened.
Jiha slipped his hand inside her arm in that gap.
"...Mmm, no."
The blonde elf let out a soft, embarrassed moan, but she was not really trying to push him away.
Knead.
Jiha took one breast in his hand and gently kneaded it.
It bounced inside the brassiere like a taut little ball.
Smaller than Yura or Enril, but the firmness and the texture of her skin were exceptional.
Squeeze.
"...Mmm."
Leticia pulled her lips away and looked at him uneasily.
A woman's instinct.
She had sensed in an instant that Jiha was comparing her to someone else.
"You feel good..."
Jiha murmured as he kneaded her breast, and Leticia's cheeks flushed.
Embarrassed, but pleased by the man's praise.
"...."
Leticia subtly lowered the arm that had been covering her chest.
Jiha seized both her breasts with his hands, touching and kneading them.
Thrust.
He had undone the brassiere and was now freely, lewdly, roughly kneading the soft flesh.
"Ah, mm. Mmm."
Leticia moaned as if in pain, closed her eyes, and kissed Jiha again.
It was something they had already done the night before, but being touched in the broad morning light felt oddly different.
"Ah, mm. Mmm."
Just from the man touching her a little, she knew full well her nipples had hardened.
Her body was so sensitively reactive that it was embarrassing.
When Leticia grew flustered, Jiha whispered low.
"Your nipples are standing up, aren't they?"
"...N-no, they're not."
Leticia reflexively denied it.
She did not want to seem easy. The sole thought was that she did not want Jiha thinking of her that way.
Smack. Smooch.
So Jiha kept kissing Leticia while pinching both nipple tips between his thumbs and forefingers, gently twisting them.
Press.
"Ah, ahh. Haaah."
As the man persistently worked her nipples, Leticia tried to hold in her voice by keeping her lips shut.
But the man knew what she was doing and slipped his tongue inside while kissing her.
Schluup.
As he sucked on her lips, their saliva mingled obscenely.
"Hahk, ahh. Ahh. Ah!"
Leticia forgot all about stifling her moans; her body jolted as if spring-loaded, and she let out a cry.
Her tormented nipples grew even harder.
Press.
Then Jiha used his other hand to rub her breast again, pinching and teasing the nipple.
"Hahk! Haaah. Mmm. Hngh... S-stop."
Even as Leticia trembled and begged, the man did not stop.
At first she had clearly been so tense that she kept her thighs clamped tight.
But as her lips kept meeting his and he kneaded her breasts, her legs had naturally parted.
Swoop.
As if waiting for just that, the man's right hand reached downward.
"Ah!? Ah, aaaah..."
Leticia, who had been absorbed in kissing Jiha, looked down and moaned.
The sight of the man's thick arm crossing her stomach, passing her navel, and sliding into her white panties made her dizzy.
She had already given her body to him, but the sensation still made her toes curl tight.
Slip.
Jiha's fingers slid inside her panties.
Squelch.
And the moment his fingers moved lewdly inside that underwear, a sticky nectar gushed out, as if it had been lying in wait.
"No, don't..."
Stripped down to her underwear and kissed, her tension had dissolved and her whole body had ignited.
Leticia was mortified at her own body's response, reacting as though it had been waiting for him to do just this.
Every time the man's invading fingers moved inside her secret underwear, her hips jolted and she panted.
"Hahk, haaaahk. Hnghh."
Jiha pushed his middle finger deep into that tight flesh and drew it out.
Leticia gasped for breath and shook her head frantically.
Each time the man's fingers moved obscenely, honey dripped down, soaking not just her panties but the sheets as well.
"Ah, haah. Ah! Aaaht!"
Squelch.
When Jiha's fingers moved faster, Leticia's mouth fell open and a moan spilled out.
Shlurp. Squish.
"Ah, haang. Hah. Aah. I can't. Mmm, mmh, hnnhh. Ah, I can't..."
Jiha kissed her ear while kneading her breast with his left hand, and with his right he kept thrusting his fingers into the cleft between her legs, scraping and withdrawing.
"Mm, mmm."
Each time, the blonde elf held in the man's arms from behind shut her eyes and writhed, turning her head and trying somehow to smother her moans.
But Jiha's lips tickled her jaw and ear, and his tongue curled around the tip of her pointed ear.
His left hand firmly pressed her now rock-hard nipple, his whole hand gently kneading the breast.
Lifting it from below as though cupping it, then covering it with his palm, then rubbing the nipple with his fingers and pressing, and then pinching it and tickling it in turns.
"Hahk, haahk. Aaahh."
The breathless sounds of the blonde elf held completely captive rose sharply.
The man's right hand worked the space between her legs faster.
Leticia's inner flesh was so tight that even a single finger was hard to push in.
It was hard to believe she had taken his length the night before.
"Mm, mmm."
Held from behind, her chest, crotch, and nape all under siege, Leticia squeezed her eyes shut and flinched.
Her body was blazing hot; every time the man's lips and fingers moved, she kept panting sweetly and moaning.
"Ah, haaang... Ah. Mm! Mmmph."
Twitch!
The moment Jiha bit her nape and thrust his fingers in and out a little faster, Leticia's body went rigid and her inner walls clenched ferociously.
They tightened with enough force to snap a finger.
At the same time, thick arousal fluid gushed from deep inside.
"Ah, aah. Ah. Ah..."
Leticia was so embarrassed she did not know what to do.
She had been sat in front of the man, toyed with by both his hands, and driven to climax.
She had never imagined her own body would react so lewdly and sensitively.
"Hahk, ah. Haaahk. Haaahk. Haaaaah..."
Squelch. Squish.
But Jiha was not satisfied here; he drove himself back into that clenching flesh and pulled out again.
Having just peaked, Leticia's hips twitched and her legs twisted at the motion.
"Ah, no. No..."
Thump. Thump.
Out of shame and fear, Leticia kicked the bed sheet with her heels, trying to escape Jiha's embrace.
But Jiha held her struggling body down with strength, kissing her cheek as he moved his fingers leisurely.
When he pushed deep inside,
"Mm, mmm!"
Leticia lifted her chin and let out a pained moan.
When he drew it out slowly, stirring inside,
"Ah, ah. Ahh. Mmmm..."
She could not bear it, shivering and shuddering.
Holding from behind this body that boasted a stunning figure, he kneaded her breast freely with one hand while the other thrust into and teased the impossibly tight flesh that endlessly leaked honey, sending her over the edge again and again.
"Haah, aah! Aah! Aaat! Aahh! Mmm!!"
Now Leticia did not even think of hiding her voice. Every time Jiha thrust, she just tensed and trembled.
Even the thought of escaping vanished, and she just kept being teased by the man's hands, like a little bird growing ever more frantic and toyed with—cute and lewd—chirping away.
"Ah, hahk. Aaat... Mm, mmm. Hnhht."
Her inner walls tightened again with a squelch, and Leticia reflexively bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans.
But when Jiha kissed her cheek again,
"Ah... Ahh. Mmmm."
As if her frozen body had thawed, her lips parted and she let out an obscene moan.
"Ah, aahh. Mmmmm..."
After climaxing over and over, Leticia turned her head and looked at Jiha with moisture-glistening eyes.
A plea not to torment her any further.
"...."
Faced with that look of total surrender, Jiha withdrew his hand from her panties.
The man's fingers were drenched to the base with her arousal fluid.
Realizing it, Leticia averted her eyes again, and Jiha whispered.
"You got really wet, didn't you?"
"...."
She hunched her shoulders in embarrassment.
The pure-white elf maiden now knew a man, but when pressed like this, she still had those adorably flustered responses.
Jiha reached that hand forward, pulling Leticia's panties down to her thighs.
While holding Leticia from behind and doting on her, he had become intensely aroused himself.
Press.
"...Mmm."
When Jiha prodded her rear with his length, Leticia only let out a tense moan.
But this was not a reaction of twisting away or trying to avoid it.
It was a submissive response, waiting for him to enter.
"...Lift your hips."
Jiha whispered against her ear as he kissed it.
Embarrassed but obedient, Leticia raised her hips slightly.
As if mingling bodies with this man had become the most natural thing.
Squelch.
His shaft slid smoothly into that tight but thoroughly soaked flesh.
"Ah, aah. Haaahk."
The elf's inner flesh, hot and wetly clenching.
He had loosened her thoroughly with his fingers, and now she clamped down as though she had been waiting—in an instant, pleasure shot down to the man's knees.
"Hoooh."
Embracing Leticia's waist, Jiha let out a satisfied groan.
Seated with her legs spread and held from behind by the man, Leticia once again bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans.
Squelch.
But even though she had taken Jiha's length inside and neither of them was moving, her inner walls rippled in time with their bodies' breathing.
"Haah, ah! Ah..."
Once Jiha was fully sheathed, Leticia's flesh seemed to writhe and then gushed out more arousal fluid again.
With the slick fluids coating his shaft, Jiha moved his hips before he realized it.
Squelch.
"Hah! Ah, aahh. Ahhhk. Haaah..."
Leticia's heated body bounced in Jiha's embrace like a ball springing up.
She was not fleeing; her body was simply reacting on its own to the overwhelming pleasure he gave.
Jiha greedily spread his fingers, seized both her breasts, and rocked his hips.
Squelch. Squelch!
When he kneaded those taut, ample breasts with both hands at once, the clenching around him tightened.
"Ah, aaaah. Ah, aaah..."
Every time the man thrust, Leticia's inner walls would squeeze, tightening and then releasing, over and over.
Her body was so fevered that her judgment vanished; she just writhed in a frenzy, trying to feel even greater pleasure.
Slap! Slap!
Each time Jiha drove up into her in succession, her body jolted and the sheets grew disheveled.
"Haaah, aaah. Ah, aaaah..."
Smack. Smack.
Leticia let out sweet moans as she tilted her head back and kissed Jiha's cheek.
Asking to be doted on a little more.