Chapter 8: The Spoils - 3
Chapter 8: The Spoils - 3
Enril squeezed her eyes shut, as if bracing for what was to come.
Jiha let out a dry smile at the dark elf's reaction—she was clinging to his neck, struggling to hide her ragged breathing.
'I want to throw her down and be done with it, but...'
He wanted to teach this dark elf, who had scorned him and treated him as less than human, a bitter lesson. No matter how powerful she was, in the end she was still a woman. He wanted to sear into her very soul the ecstasy of writhing beneath a man.
A dominating desire flared, but Jiha held it in check for now.
Enril clearly had no experience with men. This was, for all intents and purposes, her first night. He needed to ensure she would submit to him even after this.
Pressing Enril down onto the bed, Jiha subtly raised his upper body. Enril, who had been clutching his neck tightly and trying to hide her face, was forced to lift her torso as well.
Jiha pressed his index finger lightly against Enril's pink lips, and she flinched, casting her eyes downward.
"Wh-what are you..."
She was now in a situation where she had practically begged a man she considered trash to hold her. Yet Jiha was simply tracing the outline of her lips with his finger.
He pressed and released, pressed and released, until her lips parted naturally.
Against the neat, pure-white teeth, a flash of red tongue was briefly visible.
When Jiha slid his finger into her mouth, Enril flinched and turned her head away. An instinctive rejection. Jiha spoke unhurriedly.
"Suck it."
"...What?"
Even in her state of sexual arousal, Enril's revulsion showed. Though she could barely hold herself up and was practically leaning against Jiha for support, the demand to take his fingers into her mouth felt humiliating.
"You asked me to take you. Try to make me feel like it."
"Who—who said something so vulgar..."
Enril bristled, but Jiha only wiggled his finger in response. Shame and mortification flickered across Enril's face.
Granting her body to a man like this was already hard enough to bear. And now he wanted her to lick his fingers? She couldn't help but feel repulsed by an act she'd never even dreamed of.
"Are you going to keep me waiting?"
Jiha wasn't making this demand without reason. Enril hadn't truly submitted yet. Her body was simply too hot, too unbearably aroused, and she was using the nearest man—Jiha—to cool the fire raging inside her. Whatever the circumstances, he could see that was how she was rationalizing it. If they simply had sex now, she would convince herself it was a one-night act she had permitted and tolerated.
To make her submit, he had to shatter that logic.
"Kh... Just how much more do you intend to humiliate me..."
Trembling, Enril stared at Jiha's fingers with conflicted eyes. As the waiting stretched on, Jiha gently pressed her lips again. This time, they parted as if she had been waiting for it.
"Your pride is something fierce..."
Jiha's index finger invaded Enril's mouth. As he slid it in, the slick texture of her tongue and a warm body heat greeted him. Enril, now with the finger of a man she despised in her mouth, could only glare at Jiha with resentful eyes.
Yet she made no move to spit it out or bite down. Jiha slowly, deliberately, pushed his finger in and pulled it out, again and again.
Squelch. Squelch.
Saliva clung to his finger, producing an obscene sound. Jiha, enjoying the soft and sticky sensation, smiled faintly. The stubborn expression on Enril's face had melted away, replaced by a dreamy look in her eyes. She was getting aroused from mere skin contact with him.
Even without being taught, even without being asked, her soft, sticky tongue coiled around his finger.
Mm, mm, mm...
She carefully licked his finger with her tongue, then cleverly pursed her light-pink lips to apply strong suction before gently releasing it, repeating the act. The silver-haired dark elf, her eyes softly closed, was continually producing these lewd sounds.
Pleased by this obedient response, Jiha stroked her ear with his other hand.
"Nngh..."
Enril let out a moan as if in pain and flinched away. She shuddered, as if unable to endure Jiha's touch.
Inwardly satisfied, Jiha withdrew his finger from Enril's mouth. The finger, now coated in the beautiful dark elf's saliva, left her staring blankly with her mouth open as the light of reason slowly returned to her eyes.
"Wh... what..."
Shame rose on Enril's face as she belatedly realized she had been mindlessly sucking on Jiha's finger.
"Now the other side."
Jiha presented the fingers of his other hand. Enril hesitated, but her rejection was weaker than before.
Her body was already ablaze, a fire repeatedly stoked and banked by Jiha's touch. Enril was the furnace, and Jiha was the smith. He could control her flames at will.
This time, Jiha didn't force his fingers in but waited patiently. Enril was already shivering with pleasure at his mere touch. While sucking a man's finger like this humiliated her, a numbing sensation also accompanied the act.
What filled her heart was relief and a secretly kindled pleasure. Though it was a new sensation, Enril could no longer resist. Just looking at Jiha's outstretched fingers sent a tingling sensation up her thighs, draining the strength from her body.
"Ugh..."
She couldn't defy the desire to taste again the pleasure resonating from deep within her. Trembling, Enril squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head forward. Her gesture was still thick with hesitation, yet her lips made light contact with Jiha's fingers. She had taken Jiha's fingers into her mouth of her own accord.
"Mmph. Mm..."
Once she committed to the act, her mental barriers crumbled, and Enril began sucking and licking Jiha's fingers with passion. As if his fingers were sweet nectar, she gently licked them from the tip, circled them with her tongue, and squeezed them with her lips before releasing.
Soft lips and a warm, wet membrane glided lewdly over his hard fingers. It tickled, yet felt good. Jiha tried hard not to show it, but his manhood was painfully erect within his pants.
'Not yet...'
Enril had moved beyond pleading and was now clinging to him of her own accord, but he still needed to bide his time. As Jiha pulled his fingers back, Enril, who had been deeply engrossed in sucking them, stopped her actions.
"..."
Intense shame was written on her beautiful face, but now, her earlier revulsion was almost entirely gone.
Jiha sat cross-legged and spoke.
"Come here and sit."
"..."
He gestured to the empty space between his legs. Whatever was to follow would clearly be even more intense. The conflict evident on Enril's face suggested she guessed as much.
'But she won't be able to hold out now.'
Rejection had its stages. No matter how stubbornly one started, resistance inevitably weakened once a certain line was crossed.
"..."
Shame still lingered on Enril's face, but without a word of complaint, she settled her hips into the space between his legs. However, she turned her back to him, unwilling to meet his eyes. Not only that, but she also kept her thighs pressed firmly together.
'It's just an empty show of pride.'
After she'd sucked his fingers like a mindless dog and come to him on her own, this last-ditch effort to save face was meaningless. The moment their bodies pressed together, he could immediately feel how hot she was.
Still seated, Jiha wrapped his arms around Enril's waist. Her slender midriff, which formed an unbalanced harmony with her voluptuous chest and mouth-wateringly large rear, fit perfectly within his single arm's embrace. He had this arrogant dark elf completely in his grasp. From now on, she would have to obey him in all things, just as he commanded.
Perhaps sensing Jiha's resolve, or for some other reason, a shiver ran through Enril.
"Your heart's pounding?"
"...N-no, it's not."
Enril denied it in a low voice, but it lacked force. It was a voice mixed with sharp anxiety and faint anticipation. With their bodies pressed together, a sweet, fresh scent of her skin reached him. Jiha followed that scent with his face. Like a predator inspecting its prey, his nose slowly traced from the back of her head down to her nape.
"Nngh..."
Enril tensed up, as if the tension had struck her anew. Jiha subtly extended his tongue and slowly dragged it down the nape of her neck.
"Hhk..."
Enril's body shuddered as if struck by an electric shock. The obscene moan that wormed into his ear, her hot breath—Jiha was also gradually growing excited. Yet he kept his hand movements cool and slow.
His fingers languidly, leisurely traced up Enril's firm thigh. The strength drained from her last bastion, those tightly shut thighs. Like a pianist gracefully gliding across ivory keys, his fingers pressed firmly and brushed lightly over her springy, supple skin.
Each time, Enril trembled and let out a low moan.
"Haa, haa..."
He couldn't see her face, but her quickening breath was more than clear. As his fingers, moving up her torso, reached the edge of her full breasts, Enril stiffened momentarily.
"Kuh, anh..."
It was such a sweet moan that it was hard to believe it came from that imperious dark elf. Almost involuntarily, Jiha stripped off her clothes. His original plan was to draw this out longer... but her voice had ignited a fire within him as well.
The black breast band fell away, leaving Enril bare from the waist up. With nothing more than a palm-sized piece of underwear covering her lower half, she was practically naked.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Jiha's own breathing grew rough. He had been suppressing himself with superhuman patience for the sake of what followed... but in truth, he was intensely aroused. The only thing preserving his last shred of reason was that he could only see her back and silhouette. Suppressing the urge to thrust into her immediately, Jiha grasped Enril's chest with his fingers.
"Haaanh..."
Enril let out a delicate moan, as if she had been waiting for his touch. It was a frail, pitiful sound, unimaginable from her previously overbearing demeanor. His hand was more than filled by the huge, springy breasts. Jiha massaged them slowly, modulating the pressure.
"Nngh, anh..."
Enril trembled and moaned sweetly as a man's hand kneaded her chest for the first time. Jiha cupped and squeezed her breasts from underneath, then caught their soft peaks between his fingertips.
"Hhaa..."
Unable to describe what she felt, Enril only shuddered, letting out anguished moans. Jiha, struggling to keep his stirring heart from showing, gently rubbed the soft nubs at the tips of her breasts with his fingertips.
"Ah, aahn. Ah, hhaa..."
The infinitely soft nubs hardened, peaking with arousal. The more he touched them, the more they reacted, and each time, the beautiful dark elf's breath grew more ragged. As Jiha tormented only the tips of her breasts with persistence, Enril flinched, unable to bear it any longer. Her shiver caused her round, far more voluptuous rear to press firmly against his groin.
"Ugh..."
The intense springiness was palpable even through his pants. The rear that made him gulp every time he saw it was now stimulating his manhood. When Jiha's hand, which had been incessantly teasing her nipples, twitched and froze, Enril's plush rear drew a provocative circle atop his groin, as if she had found a way to seize control.
"Mmnn..."
Jiha swallowed his own groan, trying to calm himself. But Enril, without even showing her face, was gently teasing his manhood with her rear—as if begging him to put it in right now, as if tempting him, asking if he didn't want to thrust into her quickly.
"This bitch..."
Jiha, who had groaned at the unexpected counterattack, slid the hand that had been around her waist downward. He couldn't afford to surrender the initiative for what was to come. At some point, her tightly shut thighs had naturally parted.
"Ah..."
As Jiha's touch approached her secret place, the motion of the rear grinding against his groin stopped. It was a moan that seemed to feel ecstasy, yet whined and demanded more.
The black underwear covering Enril's private area was already drenched. A mere brush over the fabric left a sticky fluid coating his fingertips. Jiha whispered lowly.
"What should I do for you?"
"P-please, just do it..."
Moaning, Enril begged as if she could think of nothing else. But it was still insufficient.
"It seems your body has yielded, but your mind is still far off. Let me teach you exactly what your position is."
She still seemed to have some willfulness left. He would break it completely. He'd make it so she couldn't live without him, render her meek as a lamb from this day forward. Driven by the desire to dominate, Jiha's fingers burrowed beneath the last piece of underwear—into the place overflowing with hot, sticky, sweet nectar.