Chapter 5 : Happening (2)
Chapter 5 : Happening (2)
Truly a demonic whisper. Agnes's words deserved such a description.
Of course, it was meant in admiration.
Deltain admitted it.
That he felt sexual desire for her, that he wanted to lean into that whisper, that Agnes was that attractive.
That her plea was trying to crush him in a form sweeter than any demon's whisper.
To tell the truth, that was the case.
For Deltain, there was no loss in just giving in to that whisper right now.
No, one could even say it was a free gain.
After all, wouldn't taking Agnes Levadein, everyone's first love, also be one of the things that made him even greater?
But in the end, that was the problem.
His pride did not allow him to fall for such temptation.
So Deltain said.
"...Don't make me laugh."
Deltain's eyes flashed.
He shot that angry look straight at Agnes.
Deol-keok.
Agnes's body trembled.
She stared at Deltain blankly with disbelieving eyes.
"...Huh?"
The voice that slipped out was also dazed.
Deltain was pleased by that confusion. His pride was erupting with a base thrill at having overturned the situation where he was just being dragged along. The corners of Deltain's mouth curled up in a smirk.
"A mistake? Do you think you can manipulate me with such pathetic words? Did I look that easy to you?"
"Delta...."
"Don't think you can convince me with just that."
The bedroom was dark.
Even so, Deltain's golden eyes burned brightly.
"It's been several decades. The time I've kept my virginity while even hearing the word 'virgin' from a bitch like you."
Deltain is a perfectionist. It was a concept that applied to trials, tests, life, and sex, and this ridiculous virginity was also something he had maintained based on that perfectionism.
So, he couldn't just give it away carelessly.
No, he couldn't give it away by dismissing it as a 'mistake'.
"There are no mistakes. My life's plan moves absolutely within my choices. I control everything within myself."
Thuk.
Deltain grabbed Agnes's cheek roughly. There was a tremor in his hand that he couldn't quite hide.
"So."
Deltain said.
"This isn't some mistake. I am violating you by my own choice. Even going back on my own words. Because you wanted it, and because you begged for it on your knees."
Don't you dare try to control me.
"I'm just showing you pity because the sight of you wagging your tail like a bitch in heat is pathetic."
Don't even think about trying to stand on top of my head.
"You don't need to act cheeky, just pant."
Know your place.
"Cheeky bitch."
Deltain leaned forward.
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A hand reaches out.
The tips of five fingers press gently against her cheek, followed by the fingers and palm making contact. From the area of contact, a body temperature different from her own began to warm her cheek.
The breath that flowed out every time he spoke tickled her skin, announcing his presence.
Everything about it was in the form of trying to devour Agnes. But what captivated Agnes's mind was not that.
Her gaze was fixed solely on Deltain's golden eyes the whole time. The eyes burning brightly even in this darkness were so intense that she couldn't pay attention to anything else.
Agnes knew this look.
In all the time she had spent with him, the look he showed just once, on the day he suppressed the Demon Flower Extrias, was exactly like this. This was the second time, and Agnes felt a thrill that turned her mind white at the fact that it was herself who had made him spew out such a reaction.
The ensuing kiss was like that.
It was rough and inconsiderate. He kissed her as if to crush something inferior to him, and all Agnes could do was lie beneath him and tense the muscles of her entire body.
The breath bursting out, the heat of the hand holding her cheek. The scent of the cold night air still lingering on his body stimulated Agnes's five senses.
As Agnes's body became more tense, his movements became even rougher. It wasn't just being devoured in a metaphorical sense. Deltain bit her lower lip, thrust his tongue in to tease Agnes's tongue, and when she lost strength and stuck her tongue out, he bit that too.
He was faithfully fulfilling Agnes's request to make her suffer. Within the limits that Agnes's body could endure.
"H-hng...."
Agnes's hand, which had been stroking the back of Deltain's neck, had by now formed a shape that tightly gripped his cheek. Her slender body trembled and twitched, and her toes, hanging off the bed, were fully extended and pointed upward.
It was after that that Deltain pulled his lips away. Only then did Agnes gasp for air and look at Deltain. He was looking down at her, harboring a yearning that Agnes had never seen even once.
Agnes gasped for breath. She felt sexual desire. No, she felt a truly base emotion, too low to be expressed by the noble word 'sexual desire'. It was arousal.
Even though the incredibly rough kiss had passed, her body had become even hotter. Her heart was beating the wildest rhythm she could manage, and her breath had lost its rhythm and was scattered in a mess. There was something that made Agnes even more aroused than that.
Agnes felt hot liquid flowing down from between her thighs. The fluid she had released while masturbating before Deltain arrived had been so unpleasant, but the water now soaking her crotch was causing a pleasant itch in itself.
Her lower abdomen was tightening, and she felt anxious, as if the inside was being tickled by a feather.
"Come to me, quickly."
"You don't have the right to ask me for anything."
Deltain refused her request even while breathing heavily. It clearly showed his will to never be played according to her wishes. Truly, his heart was like that. A desire for dominance, not wanting to hand over even the smallest bit of initiative, was completely filling him.
Agnes laughed at that without realizing it. She felt life in the intense gaze that was suppressing her completely. She felt a brilliant heat that she could never hold in her hands, no matter how much she craved it.
Agnes's hand, reaching out fumbling, brushed under Deltain's eyes. In front of the eyes that were the only ones in this world to make her irrational, her state became like a dog being trained for food. The sight of her whining at the word 'wait' yet having no choice but to obey her master's words was clearly the state of a bitch, just as she had jokingly said.
Agnes's legs moved. She used her feet to stroke the back of Deltain's thighs while her hands undid his shirt. Her gaze was still fixed on his eyes.
Deltain's smile was crooked.
"Why are you so clingy?"
"It's because I'm wet. Because of you."
"Lewd bitch."
"Yes, that's right. I know for sure now. In front of you, I'll become the lewdest woman in the world."
Deltain willingly went along with her service.
"I remember you saying mood was important, but do you feel the mood in this situation? I don't get it at all."
"It's more moody than ever. Because you're looking at me. When it's like this, I get unbearably aroused."
"Is this the reason you told me to look at your eyes?"
"Yes, that's probably it. Even when you were treating me, I loved the way your gaze would turn toward me once in a while."
Deltain's body was revealed beneath the buttons that popped open one by one. The body that had led one to expect it would be thin when seen over clothes was packed with muscles uncharacteristic of a mage. Agnes smiled as if satisfied with that body and stroked his chest.
"Pretty."
"You're not in a position to be judging someone else's body."
Deltain's hand reached out and grabbed Agnes's breast tightly. Agnes jerked her waist slightly at the movement and let out a breathless "H-hng!"
"You're so thin, there's nothing to knead."
"Don't... lie..., it's the perfect size for you...?"
Agnes said with a provocative smile. It wasn't just something she was saying. She actually had a body that drew quite feminine lines compared to her thin frame. Breasts that were just the right size for Deltain's hands, a thin waist, and round, soft buttocks were one of the beauties she was confident in.
Deltain let out a dry laugh. And with that, he added strength to the hand holding her breast.
"Hng...!"
A gasp burst out of Agnes's mouth again. It was because there was pain. But it was a welcome pain. He was faithfully delivering the pain she could enjoy within the limits her body could endure.
"More... more...!"
"I'll have to tell Kaltara to return her nickname. The real masochist was here."
Squeeze.
Agnes grabbed Deltain's waist tightly. It was a negligible amount of strength, but her will was being conveyed clearly.
"Don't talk about other women."
"Is she a woman?"
"She's a woman. By my standards, every female except me is."
"You're persistent."
"So look only at me. If you only look at me, I will never get angry about things like this. I can become the most submissive woman in the world."
Agnes hugged Deltain, her whole body flushed red.
"...Take it off for me."
Agnes's left arm was still wrapped around Deltain's neck. Even so, her right arm was reaching toward Deltain's wrist, placing it on her clothes.
"One by one with your hand."
Her voice was drenched in arousal. Her cherry blossom-colored eyes were hazily unfocused. The dark circles that had always been there like a shadow of death had transformed into a decadent charm, bewitching him.
Deltain exhaled a hot breath and moved his hand. The buttons were undone from the top, pop, pop. As he did so, her breasts, having lost what was constricting them, began to show off their presence as if they could finally breathe.
When he had undone about two buttons, what was visible was the tightly pressed cleavage. When he undid three, what was revealed was the round cleavage formed below the collarbone as her breasts were pushed upward. Four, five, and then six buttons were undone, and finally, her liberated breasts hung down comfortably.
"Look, they're big."
Agnes smiled with her eyes. Deltain did not answer. He just grabbed her breasts.
Agnes giggled and moaned at the feeling of Deltain's hand on her bare skin. The moment his index finger scratched over her breast and headed toward her nipple, Agnes felt all her senses focusing on her nipple.
This time, too, the breath she spewed out was hot.
"...Hey."
"What."
"I'm pink. The part you're touching."
"...So what?"
"Isn't it nice?"
Agnes said that and buried her face in the nape of Deltain's neck.
"I heard you like it."
Saying that, she licked the nape of his neck with her tongue. Even in the situation where her breasts were being violated at will, she focused only on that. It was because the body scent she had once felt was truly erotic was spreading from there.
She sniffed with her nose and swept it with her tongue. Then she pursed her lips to suck, and scraped it with her front teeth to leave a mark.
It was marking. As if to let the whole world know that he was hers, she diligently continued marking. Deltain stopped kneading her breasts and said with a dry laugh. And thought.
"You're a real bitch."
That her actions were really no different from a bitch.