Chapter 25: Mama
Chapter 25: Mama
Elves are a far more lustful race than most realize. Contrary to the common impression of them being pious and ascetic due to their nature-loving and scholarly traits, their daily lives are actually steeped in sex.
The reason such a misconception prevails is likely because Elves do not produce many children. For an Elven couple to have three or more children is an event that occurs perhaps once a century.
This isn't because Elves are celibate, but rather because they evolved with low reproductive capabilities so they could live for hundreds of years with their vigorous libidos intact.
They possess a sexual appetite as ravenous as any human's, yet their bodies make conception difficult. For that reason, Lena had explained that while Elves are exclusionary toward other races, they maintain a very open culture regarding sex.
However, Jaejin never expected that her specific taste would be for a member of another race rather than a fellow Elf—and a fresh young man who had just turned twenty, at that.
Jaejin stared at Sinclair, who was pressed tightly against him, her ragged breaths hitching in his ear. Her sharp, intimidating features had softened completely, radiating an intense maternal aura.
As much as "Elf" was used as a synonym for beauty, a true Elf’s appearance was so stunning that it didn't pale even when compared to a succubus like Lena.
Despite being hundreds of years old, her fair, resilient skin showed no signs of aging. Up close, her hair looked less like silver and more like a beautiful shade of platinum.
Her blue eyes seemed to hold the vast ocean within them, her lips were thick enough to fully cover Jaejin’s own, and the pleasant scent wafting from her body exerted a powerful feminine charm.
"Don't worry too much. I'll make you feel wonderful♡"
Sinclair pinned Jaejin against the wall, overpowering him as she pulled down his pants. She wrapped one hand around Jaejin’s modest, fully erect cock.
As she rubbed the shaft, which fit perfectly inside her palm, back and forth, Jaejin couldn't hold back and let a pathetic groan slip from his lips.
In his demonized state, Jaejin’s cock was a magnificent thing capable of withstanding even a Lust Demon’s pussy, but his original human cock was already leaking pre-cum from just a simple handjob.
"I just love such a weak little cock♡"
A weak cock. His current member was certainly an object of love and hate, but that didn't mean he was okay with hearing just anything.
Regardless of his feelings, Sinclair began licking Jaejin’s cheek with the face of a girl in love. The movement of her tongue was tickling yet gave him a strange, erotic sensation.
The way she licked him, like a predator coating its prey in saliva before eating it, made him realize she was preparing to devour him, which was oddly arousing.
Gradually moving down from his face to his neck, Sinclair licked his throat while using one hand to pull up Jaejin’s shirt. She then began to taste his upper body, which showed the faint signs of recent training.
Sinclair licked her way down from his upper chest. Jaejin was dying of embarrassment, but since he couldn't even trigger his Demonization, all he could do was writhe like a delicate girl.
"Does it feel good? I'll make you feel even better than this♡"
As she spoke, her hand left his cock and instead pressed against his torso. She wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him firmly so he couldn't escape, and as she began to suck on his nipples, unsightly moans spilled out of him.
Perhaps finding the loose clothing bothersome, Sinclair stopped her licking.
"Now, hands up~."
She lifted his arms and stripped the shirt right off him. Since coming to this world, he had seen women naked and had sex multiple times, yet he had never felt as embarrassed as he did right now.
It was because of the obvious conclusion—that his exposed upper body was about to be violated by the platinum-blonde Elf before him.
"You're looking forward to it, aren't you?"
He couldn't refute her words. He was ashamed. If anyone else saw this, he would want to bite his tongue and die of humiliation. But this was a confessional, where secrets were solemnly kept.
If he could just feel good without worrying about his dignity, if he could forget his shame and fully accept the pleasure she offered with his body, then surely...
Sinclair began licking Jaejin’s upper body again. When her tongue touched his sensitive collarbone, his body flinched. Sinclair looked up to catch his reaction, and when their eyes met, she gave him a deeply lewd smile.
She was in no hurry at all. Right now, Jaejin’s body was in the process of being "matured" to become delicious. The preparation for the ultimate feast was nothing but pure enjoyment for her.
"Do you want me to touch your cock?"
If he admitted to that, he would be played by her until the very end. Jaejin shook his head with all his might, denying it. But how much could he really hide from a woman who could read his thoughts?
From his collarbone to his chest, and from his chest to his abdomen, Sinclair’s tongue leisurely descended, following his pelvic bone toward his groin.
Finally...
After being teased and tormented by her tongue for nearly twenty minutes, his cock was finally going to be sucked. Jaejin waited for Sinclair’s next move with bated breath.
However, instead of sucking him, she stood up and began repeating what she had done before.
Sinclair licked his cheeks and neck again, areas she had already marked with her saliva. He thought he was finally going to get a feel-good blowjob. Sinclair, having betrayed his expectations, was enjoying the sight of Jaejin’s flustered state.
"I can do it for you if you just say it honestly, you know?"
It was no different from telling him to admit defeat. She wanted him to confess with his own mouth that he was a loser who had gotten an erection from a woman licking his body and couldn't even hold back his submission.
As she continuously licked his neck and her hands fondled his damp chest, an indescribable pleasure surged through him.
Let me cum. Why was that simple phrase so difficult to say? What was the point of his pride?
But his instincts were telling him that he shouldn't keep accumulating this kind of "joy of defeat." Jaejin had come to the confessional to solve that very dilemma.
Even as Jaejin remained silent, Sinclair continued her foreplay. Fondling his chest was only enough to make him desperately frustrated; it wasn't enough stimulation to make him ejaculate.
Very slowly, at a pace like trying to fill a bucket drop by drop, the urge to cum built up until Jaejin could no longer endure it.
"Let me... cum..."
His voice was barely a whisper. But Sinclair must have heard it clearer than anything else, as her eyes sparkled and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer.
"Say it clearly. What is it you want to do?"
The lips that had been violating his entire body were now right in front of his face, demanding a total surrender, forcing him to state his defeat plainly.
"I want to... ejaculate feel-good... using Sinclair's body..."
He couldn't hold back. After thirty minutes of maddening foreplay and the agonizing frustration of not being able to feel good despite those voluptuous mounds of flesh being right there, Jaejin cast aside his pride.
Sinclair flushed deep red, feeling a sense of ecstasy beyond compare. Her body trembled as if she were already climaxing just from that, looking utterly lewd.
"I'll take responsibility and make. you. feel. good.♡"
Finally, he could ejaculate with her body. Just from that expectation, Jaejin’s cock stood rock hard, twitching like a tail even though she hadn't even touched it yet.
Sinclair pressed her body tightly against his. The saliva that had soaked his chest seeped into her ceremonial robe, causing the thin fabric covering her breasts to cling to her skin.
Then, she reached out, took his cock in one hand, and began to stroke it with a narrow range of motion.
After teasing him this much, it wasn't her mouth, her breasts, or her pussy—it was just a handjob. Jaejin felt a sense of injustice, yet he couldn't stop the moans from escaping as Sinclair’s handjob satisfied his peaked arousal.
"Do you feel like you're going to cum? Do you want to?"
Jaejin’s body shuddered at the steady, tightening strokes. His body, sensitized by the long wait, found even the pleasure of Sinclair’s voluptuous form pressing against him to be overwhelming.
The intense urge to ejaculate raced toward a climax. Rub, rub. As she pressed her index finger against his exposed glans and rubbed the foreskin, the long-awaited moment of climax finally arrived.
But just before he could ejaculate, Sinclair pulled her hand away and stepped back. Drip. A single thin stream of semen leaked out like an accidental discharge, hardly a proper ejaculation.
The urge to cum didn't subside. His arousal didn't fade. Jaejin stared at Sinclair, feeling as if he hadn't even truly reached a climax.
Her face was contorted with ecstasy and joy. She was masturbating, kneading her own breasts.
"Ah, it's such a shame you're a Demon Lord candidate. If it weren't for Lena, I would have raised you myself for the rest of your life."
Realizing Sinclair had no intention of stroking him further, Jaejin tried to masturbate himself to fill the void of pleasure, but his body froze before his arm could even reach his cock.
Sinclair, who had instantly cast a high-level binding magic—a chantless technique that didn't even require a magic circle—still looked delighted.
"Is it painful because it wasn't a feel-good ejaculation? Shall I teach you how to ejaculate properly?"
Sinclair began to massage her own breasts to show off how soft and full they were. Having felt them before, Jaejin naturally imagined the sensation.
Being squeezed between those mounds of flesh from both sides while his cock was crushed would surely bring a climax intense enough to burn his nerves.
Jaejin swallowed hard and nodded. Seeing this, she whispered in his ear as if she had been waiting for that moment.
"From now on, when it's just the two of us, call me Mama♡ If you do, I'll keep letting you ejaculate feel-good from now on♡"
Was she telling him to act like a spoiled child? He couldn't easily respond to the request because the words were too embarrassing to say while sane.
To call a complete stranger—and a woman of a different race at that—"Mama." He supposed he should be glad she didn't ask him to call her "Mom."
As if to hurry Jaejin’s decision, Sinclair blew a soft breath onto his cock, which was still sensitive right after the partial ejaculation. His sensitive body found even that pleasurable, pushing him over the edge. It was impossible to endure any longer.
"I'll call you that... I'll do it...!"
Sinclair brought her breasts right in front of Jaejin’s cock. The moment she leaned forward, his middle-finger-sized cock would be buried deep within that overflowing cleavage.
She looked up at Jaejin, prompting the words he hadn't said yet. Just one word, one single word, and he could cum. Jaejin could not resist the temptation.
"Sinclair... Mama... let me cum..."
His straight, erect cock was instantly buried between her breasts. The overwhelming softness made him feel as if everything from the glans to the base was melting.
Splurt, splurt, splurrrrt. His fragile cock reached a climax between her breasts in an instant. The traces of his defeated reason flowed down her cleavage, stickily staining Sinclair’s body.