Chapter 5 : Happening (3)
Chapter 5 : Happening (3)
Agnes's lips curled up.
"Mmm. Mmm."
The words she spat out with slurred pronunciation while biting Deltain's nape were clearly a response to his mockery.
Agnes wrapped her legs around Deltain's waist. Her head moved slowly, licking from his nape up to his ear.
What followed was a whisper drenched in heat.
"Puppies like to lick, don't they?"
"You're not as cute as a puppy, though."
"If I were a real puppy, that would be a problem. Count Hebron's sexual preferen... Huk!"
Deltain grabbed Agnes's breasts.
"Don't get cocky."
Deltain said that and wrapped his arm around Agnes's waist, laying her flat on the bed. It was because the position where she had been half-sitting on the bed made it uncomfortable to move.
Agnes looked up at Deltain while sprawled on the bed. Her chest was heaving busily up and down with her labored breathing.
Her body was sending a warning. That if she pushed herself any further, she might break.
Deltain's brow furrowed.
"You're panting over just that? What a trashy body you have."
"That's why you need to handle me carefully. Just enough so I don't break."
"You asked me to break you."
"That was figurative."
Agnes raised her upper body and climbed on top of Deltain. The two were now in a face-to-face position.
"It would be a waste to use such a pretty bitch just once and throw her away, right?"
It was a distance where their nose tips touched.
"Use me over and over. Whenever your sexual desire wells up, treat me like an object like this."
Agnes stroked Deltain's cheek and began to kiss him.
Their breath and tongues tangled, and Agnes's breathing gradually fell apart. Even when Deltain tried to pull his head away, Agnes only clung to him more.
She didn't want to stop. The sense of crisis and pleasure that welled up at the moment she was precariously teetering on the edge of her body's limits were unspeakably sweet.
"Chup."
It was incredibly lewd. A naked woman climbing on top of a man's body, trembling and panting—that was certainly the only way to describe the sight.
Deltain's arm was wrapped around Agnes's waist to keep her from falling over. It dropped down and headed toward Agnes's buttocks.
Agnes said with a voice full of laughter while keeping her lips pressed to Deltain's.
"Isn't it soft? When I touch myself alone sometimes, it feels like touching pudding."
"Usually, people don't touch their own butts."
"I imagined being kneaded by you. But as expected, being touched for real is better."
"You lewd bitch."
"Even if you say that, your body is honest, isn't it?"
Agnes moved her hips and pressed her crotch firmly against Deltain's crotch.
She was feeling it properly. The hard pillar knocking against her clitoris.
"Shall I take them off for you?"
Deltain was still wearing his pants. At Agnes's words, he gestured with his chin as if to say, "Go ahead and try."
Agnes slowly lowered her arms toward Deltain's lower abdomen. She traced his abs with her index finger, tickled below his navel, and then went back to the belt. Even until then, Agnes was locking eyes with Deltain.
"Do you ever think about wanting to whip me with this belt?"
"You'd just beg me to kill you, wouldn't you?"
"Kill me."
"Get lost."
"Heu-ut...!"
Deltain's hand tightened, crushing Agnes's buttocks. As the flesh was caught in his grasp, the gap between her legs widened, and the love juice trapped inside her vagina flowed out in a long stream.
Agnes let out a panting breath and pulled up the corners of her mouth.
"Your bed is all wet."
"I'm going to throw it away. Because of someone, I'm going to lose money on sheet costs."
"Don't throw it away."
Agnes's hands deftly unbuckled the belt and unzipped the pants.
"Keep using it. Lie down here. And every night you sleep alone, think about today. If you feel like you can't hold it back, sneak into my bedroom. I can wake up even while sleeping and serve you."
Deltain felt a sense of liberation as the tight waistband of his pants was loosened. At that moment, Agnes shoved her hand into Deltain's underwear.
A thin, cold hand grasped Deltain's penis.
She leaned her head forward and rubbed her cheek against Deltain's cheek, saying:
"It's hot. And big. It doesn't fit in one hand. If I use both hands, could I hold it perfectly without any gaps?"
"Go ahead and try."
"If this enters inside me, I will definitely break. I'll be stretched to fit your size, and every moment it's gone, I'll feel empty. Maybe I'll even beg you to put it in again tomorrow."
Agnes continued to whisper lewd words. It could be called a form of brainwashing. She hoped that all the words she was conveying would remain in his mind.
"Now I really can't live without you. My fingers are too thin and short, so once I experience this size, I'll never be able to reach climax with fingers again."
"...Just shut your mouth now."
"No. I'm going to keep talking."
Deltain felt troubled. Her dirty talk was too intense.
Well, it wasn't like it was something she couldn't say since they were pressing bare skin against each other in bed, but even so, it was. Agnes's words had a way of stimulating one's lewd imagination.
"The inside of my vagina keeps twitching. It recognized its Master."
"...Master, my ass."
"Didn't you say you like it when I obey? You're the one who even told me to kneel and beg, so what's with that now?"
Even while the conversation continued, Agnes didn't stop her hand movements.
Deltain furrowed his brow and swallowed the rising heat. It was because he didn't want to show that he was swayed by her words and actions.
But it wasn't easy. Agnes's body was heated up, having forgotten its usual cool temperature. Her breasts kept pressing against Deltain's chest as if to tell him not to forget her existence, and sticky liquid had already coated the hand gripping her buttocks.
That wasn't all. Her scent was musty due to the heat and humidity. Her sweat-soaked hair clumped together and tickled Deltain's body. The words she spat out kept hammering into his ears like demands, as if telling him not to forget all those sensations.
"Shall I suck it?"
"Don't even think about doing that. If you die doing that shit, my position will be compromised."
"And yet you're thinking about fucking me. Besides, if I die from sex, I'd consider it a good death."
"Bullshit."
"That's a shame."
A nasal tone mixed into Agnes's voice.
"Bitches like to lick, but I'm not healthy enough to do that for you."
"You don't mean a word of that."
Deltain moved his hand and placed it between Agnes's legs. It was smooth.
She hiccuped and twitched for a moment, then added with a tone filled with joy.
"Do you know? I don't have any body hair at all. Except for my hair and eyebrows."
"I know without you telling me. I'm touching it."
"Ah, the bottom part is pink, too. A friend told me. That it's a body optimized for exhibitionism."
"Who the hell is that friend? Is it an imaginary friend or something?"
"I told you, it's the Princess."
"There's more than one Princess. What kind of Princess goes around spouting that kind of nonsense?"
Deltain clicked his tongue.
Agnes giggled at his reaction. She then slightly lifted her hips. She was willingly offering her body so that he could touch her private parts more easily.
"Isn't it really sticky right now? I've been preparing since three hours before you arrived."
"You're a nymphomaniac who just masturbates all day. From masochist to nymphomaniac, you're taking all the nicknames of my knights."
"Are only necrophiliac and carnivore left? I don't know about the first one, but I think I can do the latter."
Agnes bit Deltain's ear. She didn't put any force into it. She nibbled on his ear and licked his earlobe as if savoring it.
"Mmm-siss-uh."
Delicious. That's what she meant.
Deltain let out a dry laugh. He didn't even have the energy to say anything anymore. There was only one thought in Deltain's mind. He thought it was amazing that she was so lost in lust and wouldn't back down, even though her body was showing its limits more and more.
The hairless private parts that Agnes had boasted about wrapped around Deltain's hand. He hadn't even put his hand inside her vagina yet. He had just placed his hand over the gap, and she had bitten it with her flesh.
"Ang."
The moan was artificial. It was full of flushed laughter.
"I don't really do penetration masturbation. I prefer having my clitoris touched."
"Do I have to do whatever you ask?"
Deltain immediately inserted his middle finger into her vagina.
"Kkeu-hut...!"
Agnes's waist lifted. Because she was in a kneeling position, her splayed toes were visible over her shoulder.
"You pathetic bitch."
"Heu... Heu...."
Deltain felt the flesh wrapping around his middle finger twitching. He felt the love juice leaking out from inside, running down his middle finger and soaking his knuckles and palm.
Agnes rested her chin on Deltain's shoulder.
"It feels good...."
She lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
"...More. Give me more."
Her hand, which had been fidgeting inside Deltain's underwear the whole time, moved. She grabbed his pants and underwear at once toward his waist. She put strength into her arms as if to pull them down, but it was impossible with Agnes's strength. She was a glass body who couldn't even move a water bottle on her own.
"Give me more, okay? I'll beg like this."
The place where Deltain rolled his eyes to look at was Agnes with a melted face. She was smiling as if overwhelmed with happiness, staring at him with unfocused eyes.
Deltain thought. It was truly an absurd distribution of color. The colors that made her up formed such a dreamy and erotic harmony.
Her wet blonde hair shone faintly. The area around her eyes, where it was stuck, was dark, and the cherry blossom-colored pupils within were dreamy. There wouldn't be a person in the world who could endure the situation of those eyes staring at him in such a disheveled state.
"Your attitude when begging is cheeky. You don't even know your place and are just fawning; it makes it look like you're having it too easy."
"Shall I try crying? I think I can do it now. Yeah, if I think about you stopping here, I feel like I'll die from the heat. At that moment, I'd probably be ugly, crying and snotting, just masturbating."
"I should just sew your mouth shut."
Deltain bent his upper body and laid Agnes down. Agnes was showing him all of her private parts like someone who didn't know what shame was.
The nipples she boasted were pink were standing stiffly at the tips. The hairless private parts and the bright red gap revealed between them were reflecting the sticky moisture.
Deltain looked at that sight and then raised his head. She was heaving her chest and spreading her arms.
"Please give it to me."
Deltain took off his pants and threw them under the bed. And he cast his shadow over Agnes's body as if pouncing on her.
Tok.
The object that Agnes had said was worthy of being held with both hands tapped against her clitoris. Saliva was gulping down the back of Agnes's throat.
"...I might really die."
"Don't exaggerate. If it was impossible from the start, I would have stopped this no matter what you said."
Deltain said that and aimed his penis at the vaginal opening.
The tip of the glans touched the vaginal opening. And when he pushed his waist slightly forward, Agnes's legs spread to both sides. She was spreading the hole as much as she could.
Even so, only the tip of the glans was entering.
"Heu.... Heu...."
Agnes's breathing became labored. The corners of her mouth were curled up. Even while gasping for air, she couldn't take her eyes off the joined genitals.
She was imagining it. Her virginity that would be torn the moment that entered, the pain that would come with it, and herself being pierced like a skewer and writhing in ecstasy.
Agnes felt the inside of her vagina becoming thickly wet just from that imagination. Even though the entrance was already wide open, the inside was going wild with that throbbing movement.
Deltain looked at Agnes, who was so drunk on excitement that she couldn't take her eyes off between his legs, and said:
"I'm putting it in."
He didn't show any consideration. As long as she was this fully prepared, theoretically, she wouldn't break from a thrusting movement.
He just thrust his hips.
Pu-uk.
Deltain felt his penis tear through something and pass.
At that moment, Agnes's body jerked violently. She arched her back, making it stiff, and let out a moan as if she were losing her breath.
"Kki-haak...!"
Deltain felt a stinging pain rising from his forearm.
"...Fuck."
The Seal of Chastity faded away.