#5 The Daily Life of the Captured Knight (Noa - Sticky All-Night Mating Sex♥) (7)
Sex feels insanely good. After becoming an incubus, I've come to realize that even more clearly.
The texture of a woman's body when you touch it—how soft and pleasurable it is. The body scent wafting from her, that unique aroma varying from spot to spot, driving a man's mind into a feverish haze. The way a woman's hole wraps around a cock, squeezing it so delightfully. I knew all this even before becoming an incubus, but now it hits me several times—no, dozens of times harder.
It's that goddamn good.
Schlurp... schlurp... schluuuurp...!
"Aaah... ahh...♡ Hnng...♡ Eek♡♡...!"
"Noa Saint Knight? Gonna say something? Or are you just gonna pant like some beast pup during sex?"
"Ahht♡ Uhaaaah...♡♡"
Looks like the saint knight thinks of herself as a beast. Instead of a proper reply, she's just spilling out those heaving moans.
Guess I have no choice then. I thrust my cock even deeper, churning her insides like dough.
Her hot, sticky pussy. Noa Saint Knight's depths were scorching hot, clenching tight, and clinging to my cock like it was sucking it in—pure bliss. Incredible bliss.
I grabbed her legs, hoisting her hips up vulgarly. Then I slammed down from above, pounding away.
Noa Saint Knight seemed to hate how embarrassing this position was, but once I buried my cock balls-deep and ground it in circles, she quickly reverted to her beastly writhing.
I stabbed into her searing depths—thrust, thrust—stirring and rubbing her walls. Pulling out and slamming back in, twisting past those narrow folds trying to push me out... that sensation was the absolute best.
Rubbing the tip against the deepest spot, her cervix, kissing it with a long grind—she was dying from the pleasure. It was so adorable, I wanted to devour her whole.
"Aaah... auuuugh♡♡ It's pressing... preeeessing...♡♡ Uheehee♡♡...!"
Noa Saint Knight loved missionary, but she was crazy for doggy too. Sandwiching her between me and the bed, she confessed multiple times mid-pant how the pressure felt so damn good every time I hilted deep.
I wrapped my arm around Noa Saint Knight's neck, flicking my tongue into her earhole. She jerked like she was seizing.
I toyed with her ear for a good while, savoring the spasms, then let go.
"Saint Knight, Saint Knight—are you happy right now?" I whispered in her ear.
She was still too beastly to answer properly, so I rubbed her womb to snap her out of it.
Finally, she managed a response.
"It feels good, ahh♡... so good... I'm happy...♡♡ Sex... I love it... cock... loooove it...♡♡ Fucking amaaaazing...♡♡"
"Glad to hear it. I want Noa Saint Knight to be happy, after all."
"Ahh... hngh...♡ Th-that devil...♡"
I know she's misunderstanding. She still sees me as some King of Ruin type.
Can't blame her for not getting why someone like that would wish her happiness.
Nothing to be done about it. We barely know each other yet—I can't just demand blind trust.
"It's fine. You'll come to trust me soon enough, Noa Saint Knight."
All I have to do is show her my true feelings. If we fuck like this and learn each other's hearts, she'll believe me for sure.
As part of showing that 'sincerity,' I pumped a thick, heavy load deep inside her—blurp, bluuuuurp.
In response, she unleashed a flood of delicious yin energy, climaxing as she milked my cum.
Her mana and yin flowed through my buried cock. Then I licked her face and skin, greedily inhaling and savoring the yin pouring off her... delicious.
Gaon King's sincere sex with Noa Saint Knight continued through the night.
I never planned to let her go tonight anyway.
Noa spent the whole night as Gaon King's cock sleeve, taking load after load.
She absorbed enough cum into her body and womb to get pregnant a dozen times over, and even her freshly prepped ass got developed.
Even with her saint knight stamina, sex with an incubus-turned Gaon King was overwhelming. The Erotic Tattoo's effects drained her energy even faster.
But the pleasure was off the charts—happiness no ordinary person could imagine.
Thrust, thrust, schlurp—gulp, gulp, guuuulp...!!
And as dawn broke, Noa took her tenth-or-so creampie from Gaon King into her pussy and womb.
In mating press position, her belly churned leisurely as cum flooded in.
Each load was massive and so thick—she felt bloated like she was already pregnant, even though she wasn't.
"Whewww... ah, that was good... so good..."
Gaon King savored the afterglow of that internal ejaculation for a while before pulling out.
His incubus-enhanced, magnificent cock—now even bigger and better. Incubus powers let him control hardness and output at will; he could keep going right now.
Whether she could take it was another story.
"...Did I overdo it?"
He brushed back his sweat-matted short hair, muttering about the mess he'd made.
Noa was half-eyed, drooling and limp.
Time to call it for now.
Ah, that was amazing.
Insanely satisfying. Fucked her all night, but no boredom at all.
Beyond incubus traits, Noa's body was just the ultimate delicacy.
And her yin? Stuffed to the brim—enough for days.
Noa's yin outclassed regular units like Reisi in quality and quantity, even before the tattoo. Probably her Hero Unit status.
But not just that.
"......."
I pulled up Noa's status window. Noa's level and basic stats were lined up there. Nothing special except for some numbers, [Skills], and [Abilities].
But one part stood out: [Hero Candidate].
Coming to me first was pure luck.
Not a full Hero, just 'candidate.' If she'd awakened as Hero before arriving, even better prep wouldn't have saved me.
I stared at the window a moment, then dismissed it.
For all those reasons—including her [Hero Candidate] status—I wanted her. Badly.
Needed her in my grasp. Had to persuade her.
"......Hmmm."
Was it those thoughts? Or the sight of her flipped like a gutted frog, cum drooling from her pussy?
I'd meant to stop, but shoved my cock back in anyway.
Grabbing the unconscious Noa's hips, I used her like a fleshlight, pounding away.
Her pussy was still hot, gripping me perfectly... bliss.
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Not far from the Bewitching Forest lay a small city called Telroa.
Not ideal land for a city—rugged mountains or barren plains nearby, scarce water and food. Unlivable.
Yet it thrived, thanks to what's buried here: mana ore, versatile for countless uses. High-quality veins too.
Plus unique plants from the local ecosystem—some magical catalysts—traded with the mana ore, benefiting the nation.
But those gains were national-scale. Or for rare wizards. Not precious to most residents.
Certainly not worth their lives.
People value self and family over national glory.
City Lord Renoa felt the same.
"I wanna run away."
Her aide sighed at the twenty-third complaint.
"City Lord... Review one more document instead of pointless griping."
"My aide's so mean. No mercy for your superior's woes?"
"Think from the subordinate's view—listening to it nonstop for days. And it's not even productive. Don't treat me like an emotional dumpster."
"...No way! You're my emotional dumpster! Everyone already uses me that way! Try handling petitions rotating daily!!"
A grown adult—nay, city lord—banging the desk like a kid.
Childish, but understandable. Recent bad luck piled up; her stress was real.
The aide knew, so held back harsher words.
As sympathy welled, the city lord leaned back, patting her shoulders.
"And my shoulders are killing me. Aide, massage? Might boost efficiency."
"......."
The aide eyed her over glasses—specifically, her chest. Those huge fruits straining her clothes were the real culprits.
And what the aide sadly lacked.
A flash of murderous envy, but she's the competent city lord. Her absence meant chaos—and hassle for the aide.
With a sigh, she suppressed it and complied. Infusing envy and hate, kneading till Renoa teared up.
