Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Diana's Burning Desire
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"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
I watched as tears began to trickle one by one from the corners of Diana's eyes, a question forming in my mind.
'I definitely suppressed the curse, didn't I?'
With the Blessing of Radiance, completely healing it might have been impossible, but suppressing the curse had worked.
Proof of that: the womb tattoo etched on her lower belly had vanished without a trace.
Which meant Diana had no reason left to pounce on me.
"I... my... lust, it won't stop..."
Drip. Drip.
From her thoroughly soaked milf dress, drops of her intense climax juices fell one by one onto my groin, where I was desperately fighting back my erection.
Plop.
Diana cautiously placed her hand on my solar plexus.
An overwhelming difference in power washed over me.
Just from her hand resting on my chest, I couldn't muster any resistance.
Put another way, it meant Diana could force herself on me whenever she wanted.
"Balkan... resist me... please..."
Diana made an impossible plea.
"If you don't... I..."
Her lips clenched shut as she struggled to continue.
Trembling amber eyes brimmed with anxiety and fear.
Eyes terrified of herself, swept away by desire, and the catastrophe that might follow.
Without a doubt.
If I were an ordinary man from this world, the trust between Diana and me would have been utterly shattered in that moment.
'But I'm not a native of this world.'
Slowly...
I reached out toward Diana's face.
Her eyes followed my hand.
Soon, both her eyes squeezed shut tight. She must have expected a slap across the cheek.
And that was why.
Slowly...
Diana's eyes flew wide open in shock at what happened next.
"...It's okay."
I brought my hand to the area around her eyes and gently wiped away the tears trickling down.
Then, with a soft smile, I said,
"You're fine, Diana."
There had been a similar situation once before.
Back then, Diana's reason had been clouded by the curse, leaving her on the verge of attempting rape in her loss of restraint.
In a way, this was similar now too.
'But this time, it's not the curse controlling her.'
This wasn't some impulsive act driven by the curse.
'The Diana I'm facing right now wants me of her own will.'
It meant Diana desired me too.
If it wasn't an impulse from the curse... there was no reason left to hold back.
I carefully rubbed around her eyelids, wiping away the falling tears.
"Do whatever you want, Diana. Have your way with me."
Gulp.
The sound of someone swallowing came right away.
I couldn't tell if it was me or her.
My gaze had been fixed solely on Diana's eyes the whole time.
Her trembling, aroused amber irises were filled to the brim with my dark pupils.
"Want to... feel good together?"
At Balkan's words, Diana—her reason shattered—immediately threw herself into his arms.
Squish—
Her plump, massive tits mashed softly against Balkan's chest.
Amid it all, he felt a subtle firmness too.
Every time her stiff, erect nipples dragged across his solid pecs, Diana's back twitched in spasms.
"Snniff... haa... Balkan's scent... Balkan..."
Even as she did, Diana buried her nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.
She wasn't a beastkin with a heightened sense of smell, but for a human like Diana, his natural musk was irresistibly addictive.
The moment Balkan gazed at Diana sniffing his neck like that.
Slap!
"Ugh...!"
"Hnngh...!"
A heavy, soft sensation pressed against his groin.
His cock twitched as something plush mashed against it before pulling away.
Smack! Slap!
"Hooo! Hnnngh...!"
Aroused by Balkan's scent, Diana began shaking her hips more and more, slapping her ass against his crotch.
'Insane.'
Reason lost, Diana spread her legs a bit wider and ground her pussy mound against his pants with vulgar, frenzied hip rolls.
It made a joke of all Balkan's efforts to suppress his erection—three ass slaps later, his cock was throbbing painfully hard.
Trapped in the double barrier of pants and boxers, it panted desperately to be freed.
"N-normally, the man... gets hard first..."
Panting heavily, cheeks flushed crimson, Diana whispered in a tiny, shocked voice.
Balkan was just dumbfounded.
"How am I supposed to hold back with that kind of stimulation?"
Even as he spoke, she kept pressing down on the bulging tent in his pants with her soft, massive ass—how could anyone not get hard?
"......"
Something switched in her at those words. Diana's eyes turned even lewder than before as she slid down toward his calves.
Her huge tits grazed his pecs, abs, and cock before reaching his thighs.
Her gaze locked onto the zipper of his pants.
Gulp.
The swallow echoed, and Diana asked in a trembling voice,
"...I'll do it, Balkan."
Ziiiip—
The moment Balkan nodded, Diana pulled down his zipper.
Her movements were delicate, like unwrapping the finest dessert, though her hands quivered with tension.
"Haa, haa..."
She'd only gotten the pants off, but Diana was already breathing raggedly.
The front of his boxers was soaked.
Her pussy juices from grinding her mound had drenched not just his pants, but the boxers too.
Diana couldn't tear her eyes from the tented outline straining against the boxer fabric.
Balkan observed her reaction, savoring a strange pleasure.
A purer, cuter response than a virgin on her first time.
Come to think of it, that made perfect sense. Diana was a virgin.
He gently took her dazed hand and guided it to the waistband of his boxers.
"Diana, my cock's pretty big."
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
Diana stared at him, her face flushing like it might explode, head tilted as if doubting her ears—but she'd heard right.
'We're this far already; no point holding back now.'
"So you can't just yank them down. Do it wrong, and the springing cock might smack you in the jaw or cheek."
Nod. Nod.
Before long, Diana was listening intently, like a student in sex ed class.
"Grab the top of the boxers and gently lift them up a bit to clear the head of my cock—since you made me hard—then pull down. Got it? Give it a try."
Lesson over; time for practice.
Face full of tension, Diana carefully followed his instructions to pull down the boxers.
"Ah..."
A voice of dazed admiration rose from below, along with a slight sense of release.
Diana stared blankly up at Balkan's member.
She couldn't immediately process it as a cock.
The only people around she could talk sex with were "the bitch cursed with 'reject pathetic small-dick intruders'" and "the gearhead suspiciously obsessed with iron."
Sexual talk with them was pointless anyway.
—Cock? Average length is like 6cm? Even that's fucking amazing...
—Ehh... lucky. My boyfriend's only 3cm...
So Diana had eavesdropped on the lewd tavern chatter now and then.
Which made this even harder to believe.
"Haa... haa... haa...!"
There it was: a massive beast that shattered every sexual fact she'd ever heard.
'Almost... as thick as my forearm...'
Overwhelming masculinity.
Just looking made her pussy clench tight, then relax, triggering a light orgasm.
Like it was forcing her to realize she was nothing but a mere female in its presence—a womb-destroying superweapon.
The Balkan Cannon.
Facing it made her heart race, her womb drop, preparing for ovulation.
Diana leaned in toward the cock as if entranced.
"Lord Cock..."
Before she knew it, she nearly planted a submissive kiss on its thick, girthy glans—but suddenly jerked her head back.
"What's wrong?"
At Balkan's question, Diana mumbled in extreme embarrassment,
"...I want my first kiss... with my mouth..."
"...Your first kiss?"
Confessing she'd never kissed anyone at her age took guts.
Diana nodded shyly at Balkan's incredulous repeat.
Pant.
This time, Balkan lost his reason.
"Mine too."
"...!"
Balkan rose from the bed and scooted toward Diana, who knelt awkwardly on it.
"Kiss me, Diana."
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
Flustered by his sudden aggression but obedient, Diana complied.
A kiss.
'I heard it's something only lovers do...'
Whoosh—
Diana's face burned bright red.
To etch this first kiss into precious memory, she kept her eyes open to meet his approach.
Smooch.
Balkan's firm lips met Diana's soft, red ones.
Smack. Smooch. Slurp.
Balkan claimed her lips possessively, as if marking his territory over their softness.
"Open your mouth."
As Diana parted her lips hesitantly, his tongue slipped in.
Awkward tongue play. Hot, excited breaths. Tongues tangling, then lips sucked with wet pops.
Nothing like the chaste lover's peck she'd imagined.
"Hnn, hek... slurp, smack, sluuuurp... haa... B-Balkan... c-can't... breathe...! Smack...!"
A predatory kiss ravaging every corner of her mouth, like being devoured alive.
Gasping for air, Diana tried to pull away, but Balkan just smirked.
'If she really wanted to break free, she could anytime.'
Seeing her vulnerable side always stirred his inner sadism.
He pressed their lips together again and squeezed her tits hard.
"...! Hnngh...!!"
Soft tit flesh overflowed between his fingers.
A satisfying texture—like fresh mozzarella or elastic dough.
Pwah...! Balkan—sluuuurp...! Smack—
He sucked her startled red tongue between his lips while roughly kneading the tit in his right hand.
Just that made Diana's legs go weak; she leaned into him.
Feeling her arms wrap around his waist, he lightly scraped a nail over the thick, erect nipples poking through her milf dress.
"......!!!"
Her body shuddered violently along with her tits.
Balkan kept tormenting them—stroking with both hands, pinching and scraping nipples.
The reaction was instant.
Spluuurt—!
With the sound of something gushing wildly, the crotch of her gray milf dress soaked dark again.
The bedsheet couldn't absorb it all; little puddles began forming.
'Diana's got so much juice.'
Her body was lewd—too lewd.
Like she'd been cursed to be hypersensitive.
Eyes rolling back and squirting hard from a few nipple tweaks—a total pervert body.
Perfect.
"Pha...♡"
Their sticky lips finally parted.
A thick strand of saliva stretched like a bridge between them.
The thread snapped at some point, splattering onto Diana's chest.
Mouth smeared with drool, Diana gazed up at Balkan with a dreamy, hazy expression.
From the moment she'd faced his raw cock, Balkan had felt control shift to him.
'Now's the time to make it official.'
Would he be a slutty pushover fucked anytime, or the master training his bitch?
Balkan stood on the bed and thrust his raging erection toward Diana's face.
"Suck it, Diana."
First kiss: lips.
Second kiss: cock.
Diana felt the sturdy Lord Cock hovering over her face and smiled softly.