Ardella's Ecstasy and Melvin's Descent
A semi-transparent window suddenly pops up.
Temple Activity Score has been updated.
Without a second thought, I swipe it away with my face. Right now, nothing matters more than the Ardella lying right in front of me.
"Haaah... haa... "
"You okay?"
"My body... feels like it's floating..."
Ardella gazes up at me with unfocused eyes and gives a hazy smile. I unclasp our intertwined hands and gently brush back her sweat-matted hair. She grabs my hand and presses it to her cheek.
"I can feel you inside me."
Even after pumping out a massive load, my dick is still rock-hard, buried deep in her innermost depths.
"My belly's full of your hot seed... it's a bit tough, but... it's not bad. Knowing it's all from you, filling me up..."
Ardella rubs my hand against her cheek and softly closes her eyes. Then, in a voice so quiet I have to strain to hear it, she whispers,
"I'm happy."
Squelch.
"Ngh...!"
Her pure emotion hits me hard, and my dick twitches involuntarily. Ardella opens her eyes, a slightly troubled look crossing her face.
"Honestly... I have no idea what state I'm in right now. But if you want... you can use my body as much as you like."
I lean down and kiss her lips, the most lovable lips in the world in this moment. Smack, slurp, mmm.
She's still a bit clumsy at it, but Ardella stretches out her tongue to caress mine, licking every corner of my mouth to lap up the pooled saliva and swallow it down. Smooch, smooch. We're just kissing, but every time our tongues tangle and swap spit, her pussy clings to my dick right up to her womb, milking me for another load.
Honestly, even without moving, just staying like this, I'd blow soon. Her pussy's that hot, squeezing me so tight.
"Haaah... mmm... "
Our long, drawn-out kiss ends, and Ardella catches the drool dripping from my mouth with her outstretched tongue as she exhales, swallowing it down with a gulp. Seeing her stick out her tongue to drink my spit... blood rushes straight to my already throbbing dick.
"Ngh...!"
The moment it swells even bigger from the influx, a groan mixed with pain rather than pleasure escapes her lips. In the haze of her sweet moans and that greedy pussy refusing to let go, I'd forgotten one crucial thing: Ardella was a virgin just moments ago.
Her entrance was already tight as hell; I'd forced my way in, and she was only just starting to adjust. No wonder it hurts now that it's growing even larger.
"Sorry... I'll pull out soon, just hang in there."
"N-no, it's fine... I can endure it..."
As I slowly draw my hips back, her thighs clamp down and hold me in place. Ardella looks up at me, her face slick with sweat, and continues.
"This was my request. So I want you to enjoy it fully."
She smiles softly, but her breaths come in long gasps between words, and fresh beads of sweat are already forming on her forehead again. Anyone could see she's just pretending to be okay.
I gaze down at her silently. She stares back up at me, breathing raggedly. Part of me wants to pull out right now and let her rest. But she's refusing so stubbornly. I never imagined we'd end up in this situation—it's throwing me for a loop.
Damn it all, while my worried brain frets over Ardella, my shameless lower half is still craving her body. I rack my subpar brains for the best way to handle this, and one idea pops up.
But... is this really the way?
It's a solution, but now that I've thought of it, I'm embarrassed I even considered it. Still, looking back, I've done plenty of embarrassing shit before.
"Ardel. Mind lifting your arms above your head for a sec?"
"Like... this?"
She obediently raises both arms as instructed.
"You said I could do whatever I want, right?"
"Y-yes."
"Then don't lower your arms until I say so. No matter what."
"...Understood... Eek?!"
The moment my lips touch her slightly sweaty underarm, a cute squeak escapes her.
"S-Smith...! Why... that spot...!!"
Slurp, smack, lick.
Every flick of my tongue or gentle nip draws out moans from her that put the earlier ones to shame. Squeeze, squeeze. And with each lewd cry, her pussy entrance contracts and relaxes around my dick, begging for more cum.
"Nngh, haaah, hnnngh, th-this isn't... ahh...!"
I devour her underarm eagerly. Slurp, smack, suck, lick. Her pussy grips me tighter and longer, her breaths grow ragged, and her massive tits slap against my cheek—smack!! smack!!
Damn, Ardella's tits are incredible. Just the impact of them shaking carries ridiculous weight— if they weren't heavenly soft, my cheek would've been obliterated.
"Hngh, haa, haah, hnnngh... "
The pussy flesh clings and quivers around my dick, and her hips start lifting bit by bit. Remembering the daytime antics, I figured it, but yeah—her underarms must be one of her erogenous zones. A super sensitive one.
Squeeeze♥
Her pussy squeezes like it's demanding I cum already, and my own building orgasm finally hits the limit.
"Hii, haa, wh-why... does it feel so goo—oooh!!"
Splurt, spluuurt!!
Her pussy clamps down hard as her hips lift into the air. At the same time, I unleash my second load right against her womb.
"Hii... hnn... haaah...♥"
With her arms pressed to her cheeks, Ardella's body jerks and shudders, her eyes completely glazed over. I gently press her floating hips back down to the bed.
"Nnghaa... "
The walls clinging to my dick tremble wildly. Looks like she came pretty hard.
"Even your orgasm face is gorgeous."
I take in the sight of Ardella's face, still twitching faintly with her eyes unfocused. Siron, Kernax—even Big Sis Amelia all make these incredibly wrecked expressions at climax, but Ardella's different. Plus, unlike Amelia, she doesn't squirt when she cums.
I watch over her as she comes down. Her breathing slowly steadies, the tremors fade. But she doesn't wake. Her eyelids droop to hide those glazed eyes, and as the shaking stops, even breaths start escaping her—snore... snore...
Come to think of it, back when she came over after that incident where Siron and Kernax wrecked the streets, she mentioned something like this: 'Once I fall asleep, it's hard to wake me.'
Why won't she wake? Just deep sleep? Nah, I don't buy that.
"Mmm... "
I brush back her disheveled, damp hair again. With her saying handling paperwork in the family estate is her idea of rest, she's probably swamped with a packed schedule. Likely not even getting regular sleep.
I figure the reason she sleeps so soundly isn't just willpower—it's her body and mind demanding it, fighting back against that irregular rest. Probably won't get another chance anytime soon.
I carefully wrap my arm around her waist and lie beside her. Shh, slide. Adorably, the arms she'd kept pinned to her cheeks until I hugged her finally lower slowly into my embrace.
I slip my lower arm out and lift her head onto it for a pillow—it looks more comfortable that way. Surprisingly, the moment her head rests on my arm, she wriggles deeper into my chest. She burrows in until we're practically glued together, then settles with steady breaths.
I rest my remaining arm lightly on her waist, stroke her pristine back soothingly, and close my eyes.
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In a high-end tavern on the streets of Bazelan, men in refined attire, each sporting an expensive accessory on finger or neck, sip wine elegantly while chatting around the place.
At the central bar sits a boy with busted lips, nursing a low-proof orange cocktail and muttering nonstop.
"Fuck... what the hell did that bastard say... me... shit... that goddamn desert slave fucker... "
The boy with split lips—Melvin—grits his teeth, replaying the day's events.
'Your pretty face saved you... but you overstepped and embarrassed me. I'd love to break your limbs and dump you on the street, but I can't show such ugliness to a valued guest, so I'll let it slide quietly.'
Those were the words from the woman who's both this city's overseer and his master.
"Fuck... fucking bitch... "
What? Let slide because of a pretty face? That pretty face was the slave fucker's, not mine!!
Melvin had spent two painstaking years studying to earn his spot as a servant. And today, he'd lost it all.
"You filthy worms... you're all the same bitches."
He recalls the other female servants watching coldly as Lenia booted him out. They'd fawned over him, calling him cute, groping and trying to drag him to bed—yet not one stepped up for him. They all just glared icily.
"Horny sluts... dirty whores... "
As Melvin curses everyone in the estate and downs the last of his cocktail, a voice chimes in.
"Looks like something's got you down."
"Yeah, a young guy like you spouting such harsh words this late must be really hurt."
"...?"
Melvin blinks at the two men who appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh, sorry. We were just too curious and butted in."
"Whoops, your glass is empty. Let me get you another of the same."
The two handsome men settle on either side of him. Melvin starts to protest but shuts his mouth. He'd blown most of his estate pay on luxury goods and was about to leave anyway—free drinks? No reason to say no.
A fresh cocktail appears before Melvin. The two men ask,
"What happened to upset you so?"
"Sharing troubles makes 'em lighter."
Their faces look genuinely interested, so after a moment's hesitation, Melvin spills.
"Well, today..."
"Whoa."
"That's rough... "
Buoyed by their sympathetic nods and more free drinks, Melvin doesn't just recount today's fiasco—he rants about every time the estate maids flirted then ditched him coldly.
"So Melvin got fired all because of that desert slave?"
"Exactly! That arrogant, sly slave fucker... built like a bitch but sly as a fox."
"Yeah, yeah. Big like a woman, desert slave."
"Right. Desert slave fucker... "
Melvin drains his seventh glass. The men on either side rise smoothly.
"Melvin, got a place to crash?"
"Uh... my dad's cramped house with the other moms... but I'm not going back."
"Why not?"
"If I tell Dad I got fired, he'll sell me off to some rich bitch for cash right away."
"Aw, that's tragic."
"Yeah. We're staying here a few days—wanna bunk with us till then?"
"R-really?"
"Of course."
"A cute boy like you? We'd love it."
"Whoa... thanks!"
Buzzing from the booze, Melvin bows to them alternately. Broke and dreading a cheap inn, he accepts gladly.
"It's late—shall we head to our place?"
"Y-yeah, sounds good. I wanna crash early anyway."
"Sure, sure. Oh, money's here for the bill. Keep the change as tip."
They drop a hefty pouch on the bar, flank Melvin, and head out. Following the magic lanterns lighting the streets, they lead him to the eye-catching Bambino Garden. Up the stairs to the top floor.
The guards know their faces—no questions, door opens.
"Thanks for the hard work."
"Night."
They greet warmly and enter.
"Whoa... heard about it, but this is insane."
"Melvin, the one in the Empire's even flashier."
"Yeah, even the capital branch here blows this away."
Amazed at talk of even fancier halls, Melvin follows. Click.
Door opens to pitch-black room. Clank. Locks before lights.
"Uh, where's the light? I hate the dark... "
Melvin turns to them, but they're eerily silent. As he opens his mouth again,
"The boy?"
A voice from the darkness—genderless, androgynous.
Melvin whips his head toward it.
"Eek...?!"
A red glow flickers in the dark, staring him down.
"Th... "
"Figured he might be connected to the suspected Saint, so we brought him."
Melvin looks back and forth, doubting his ears.
"Wh-what di—"
Crunch!!
"Aaaagh!!"
Vise-like grips crush his arms; he screams. Dragged helpless toward the red glow.
"Eeeek?! L-let go!! Aaaah!! Why?! I-I'm broke!!"
He thrashes futilely. Finally before the glow.
Fwoosh.
A single candle lights...
"Gaaaah?!"
Melvin screams. Glossy bald head shining like a mirror. Unmanly bulky frame. Face fierce enough to intimidate most adventurers!!
"Hieeeek!! S-spare meeee?!!!"
Mid-scream, crushing force on his crown forces his mouth wide.
"Boy, no need to fear. We are brothers born of darkness. The only family that shares all emotions, understands, and loves one another."
"Wh-what the fuck, you psycho bastard?!!!"
"It's okay. It'll be fine. You fear me now, but by night's end, you'll be our brother too."
The bald man sheds his robe.
"Aaah!!"
Melvin gags at the bulging muscles and the obscene triangular panty tent.
"Prepare the ritual."
"Yes."
"Yes."
The men gripping his arms start stripping Melvin.
He freaks. "Wh-what?! What the hell?! Aaaah!!"
"Tonight, another brother is born."
The sole candle dims slowly, plunging the room into darkness.