Chapter 88
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Tightening Discipline (3)
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“Hnnng...”
With Loren having gone way too far and now wriggling in my arms while letting out moans, I figured it was time to switch to a sweet, lover-like vibe. I gently brushed her bangs aside.
“Mmm... Huh...?”
“Hey, babe, you awake?”
“Hiiik!!!!”
My face was right up close, along with that sweet voice and smile of mine.
Pshht!!!!
No, fuck, why the hell does her pussy squirt before her face even blushes?
Still, seeing her eyes all glazed over like that, she seemed to love this concept. Her ears were twitching wildly, like a country dog's tail wagging for anyone who gave it attention.
“Ah... Ahh...”
“What's up? Why're you sweating so much? Bad dream?”
“N-Nooo...”
Not a bad dream at all—she was just still heated up from the deepthroat earlier, sweat pouring off her. But I stuck to the script, pulling her even tighter into my embrace and giving her ass a light pat.
Smack! Smack!
“C'mere.”
“!!”
Mmwah!
Not some sloppy, desperate kiss, but a natural peck like any couple might share. Loren's mouth fell open in a cute little 'ah'.
“B-B-B-Babe!!”
“Yeah? What's wrong?”
“Th-That... Hnng!!!”
I didn't go heavy on the foreplay—just gazed at her with the blissful look of a couple in the honeymoon phase, doting like crazy. Her act crumbled even faster.
“Why?”
“Guh!! M-Master, this is too much!!”
“What is?”
“It's too... haaa...”
“Wanna try some sweet, lovey-dovey sex?”
“Mmm...”
Even with her rape fetish, Loren hesitated for a second. I started touching her body slowly.
Not overt caresses, but the casual groping of live-in lovers messing around before it turns into sex. She fumbled at first but soon started touching me back, pretty naturally.
Squelch!
“Eek!!”
“What?”
“N-Nothing... Ah! Nooo...”
“It's fine, babe. Relax and talk comfy.”
Every time my hard cock brushed against her lower body and pulled away, she'd jolt. As time passed, she started getting whiny, like she couldn't hold back anymore.
“Haa... Haa... Master...”
“C'mon, kiss.”
“Y-Yes... Mmwah!!”
I playfully nipped her tongue as she dove in eagerly, then slowly teased her upper lip.
“Hahk!... Huhk...! Heuk!!!”
Once her panting had ramped up good and proper, I smoothly shifted to missionary, pressing my glans between her pussy lips.
Squish!!
“Haaang!!”
“Gonna put it in?”
“Y-Yes... Yesss!!!”
Splurt!!!
“Ah... Aheuk!!”
I'd always hammered her to the limit with raw power and speed before, but now I savored her pussy, sliding my cock in slow. She seemed thrown off by the unfamiliar insertion—way better than expected.
Sluuuurp!!!
“Th-This...!!! It's dangerous..!”
Her hips were trembling as she took my cock, finally discovering the joys of slow insertion. Her waist tried to buck up and down, but I gripped her pelvis firm with both hands and thrust all the way in.
Thump!
“Heeuuuuk!!!!!”
Shhhiiiissssh!!!!!
Feeling my glans kiss her cervix, I pressed my hips down deep and slow. Loren lost it completely, squirting from her pussy like a water gun.
And then came the affectionate slow sex.
I figured speeding up would make me last forever, but her pussy was so tight and bouncy—regenerating like a fresh virgin's every time—that it felt amazing to pound.
Even without ramping up, she'd cum lightly now and then, clenching hard enough to build my load in no time just from the squeezes.
Right before I blew, I brought my face to her ear.
“Gonna cum, babe.”
Blubblubblub!!! Bloooosh!! Blooooosh!!! Blooooosh!!!
“!!!!!!!”
I whispered sweetly in her ear, sucked on it, and unloaded. Her eyes rolled back as she passed out again.
“Whoa.... Her pussy clenches even harder when she passes out? For real?”
Guess her training paid off—she knew her body was a weapon compared to other elves.
Her pussy clamped down so insanely tight, even after I pumped her full, not a drop leaked out. It was almost disconcerting.
Squiiiish!!! Pop!!!!
“She passed out faster than during regular sex, though.”
Rape fetish aside, this sweet vibe made her lose it just as hard...
She needed to hold out at least till my third load. Even plain old Camella lasts five rounds. More training required.
“Haa... What am I gonna do with this pathetic pussy...”
I'd blown one in her throat and one in her pussy, but not much time had passed. I slapped her cheeks to wake her, told her to go gather with Sia, and left her room.
Heading down the stairs, I pondered if I'd forgotten anything. Then Tanya popped into my head.
“Ah...! Meant to grab more drugs from sis.”
After first banging Tanya at Roy's place, I'd handed her the meds and given orders.
Usually, she'd handle handjobs or blowjobs for Roy's cum management, nudging him toward masochism. When I wasn't around, mix booze in to blur dream from reality, gaslighting him toward NTL.
Insertion strictly forbidden, of course.
She'd gaslit him for over ten years without knowing dick before me anyway. She'd handle it fine.
“Been a while. Time to drop by.”
Drugs were running low. Planned to restock at Sion's yesterday, but after that scene, hitting her shop again today felt off. So I chilled in my room, then headed out when Tanya'd be off work.
Told Claude I'd crash elsewhere for the night. Sia and Loren would cover if they asked.
Hit Tanya's workplace right on time—she was clocking out.
“Cain!!”
“Yo, sis. What's the occasion? Punching out early?”
“Figured my owner's due soon, so I've been bailing sharp these past few days!”
Her orange ponytail swishing, Tanya sauntered over with a wink.
She was born to flirt—public property vibes made her iffy, but that cock-teasing aura pulled me in enough to make her my fuckhouse.
Chatting catch-up as we headed residential, she turned to me with a question.
“How's Roy these days?”
“No more blowjobs ages ago, handies not even daily now—got him desperate and begging. Training in progress.”
Moved to the next phase quicker than expected.
“No weird shit otherwise? Like some creep stalking home from work?”
“Not yet~ Aww, you worried about me?”
“'Course. You're my fuckhouse.”
“So touching!!”
Streets still busy, so we bantered like close sis-bro to blend in. Tanya slipped me a coin pouch midway.
Heavier than last time?
“Whoa? Even more?”
“Kinda popular, y'know? Started getting tips too. Hehe, here!”
“Nice, thanks.”
Server pecking order kept tips off-limits early on, she said. Once that broke, she raked in daily wages worth in gratuities.
Over 2 silver a day—she saves all tips for me, skipping her wage.
She'd sniffed out other girls but figured no value if she wore out, so offerings to stay relevant.
2 silver daily covered living easy. Win-win—if it sucked, I'd pass, but hell yeah for me.
“Oh yeah! Roy got a job.”
“Nice. Where?”
“Lemme think... Some merchant house? Anyway, accounting gig.”
Figured the soft kid wouldn't do service or exploring. Accounting it was.
“Good for him. Wasn't he heir material before?”
“Yeah, ditched heir lessons to run off with me. Says the work's a breeze! Pay's insane too?”
“Won't daddy track him down eventually?”
“Nah...? He's new, settles in fine, by the time they notice, I'll be knocked up with owner's kid—no, Roy's kid~”
She flashed a sly smile, pressing against me, rubbing her lower belly teasingly.
Poke!
“Hiiat!”
“Time it right.”
“Ah...! Right!!”
I poked her side playfully. She grabbed my hand sudden-like.
“Yeah! Today's the day, owner.”
“Voice down—advertising my fuckhouse?”
“Hff... Hmpf! Today's the day, owner.”
Her 'owner' rang out loud—folks glanced over. She dialed it back, whispering in my ear.
“Dangerous days start tomorrow.”
“For real?”
“Yeah!! Used that counting method you taught.”
“Sweet. Tonight...”
Her cooking leveled up—no more takeout from work.
Roy's turf, so we stuck shoulder-to-shoulder through the market, shopping light before her place. Stomach growling already.
Her food and round two creampie? Drool-worthy both.