Chapter 130: Honey, I'm sorry...(3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 130: Honey, I'm sorry...(3)
“Suck it.”
Standing tall before Irene, Leon issued a single command.
That command didn't just mean to put his cock in her mouth.
Kneel. Obey. Offer your everything to me.
Knowing full well that Leon’s words carried that weight, Irene knelt before him.
Even as she realized that crossing this line meant there would be no turning back, Irene pressed her lips against Leon’s manhood.
“Sluuup… haa… haa…!”
Before she knew it, Irene was looking at Leon while memories of her faded husband flickered in her mind.
Unlike him, this body was so powerful and sturdy.
A symbol of a man so much larger, harder, and hotter than anything she could compare him to.
Unconsciously swallowing hard, Irene opened her mouth as wide as she could.
She tried to soak that giant root, wanting to fill herself completely with it, but—
“Hmm… wait.”
“Why…?”
“Take it off.”
Leon’s gaze was fixed on the small silver ring still resting on Irene’s ring finger.
“Ah, ah.”
N-no, not this.
Anything but this.
I can give up everything else, but this alone…
As Irene murmured those words, Leon leaned down and pulled her into an embrace.
“Ah… ah…!”
Her body, which had endured solitude for so long, was drawn into Leon’s arms as if by a vacuum.
Leon’s warmth covered Irene’s body like a welcome rain soaking a parched land.
As Irene felt a sense of ecstasy just from being held, Leon’s voice, softer than ever, whispered in her ear.
“You don’t have to endure it anymore, Lady Irene.”
“…”
“Your late husband wouldn’t want you to be lonely anymore, either.”
Suddenly, a cold chill brushed through Irene’s mind.
The freezing air of an empty house.
The bone-chilling cold of the bed where she lay alone every night.
The look in her daughter’s eyes, staring at her like she was a bug whenever they happened to cross paths.
The memories surged over Irene like a blizzard, but—
“Aah…! Haa…!”
Leon’s touch, as he held her with his whole body and stroked her hair, was warming her once again.
The thumping of his heart against her chest was melting even Irene’s frozen heart.
“I’m not telling you to throw the ring away. I’m not telling you to forget your late husband. It’s just that I, too, desire your love. I simply want you to look only at me for now.”
“Is… is that so…?”
“Yes. However… Lady Irene, as you know, I am not a man who can love only you.”
“Ah… huck… ugh…”
Only then did Irene remember.
That Leon had many women following him.
The sudden thought of 'Why can't I be his everything?' made Irene shed tears again, but…
“However, I will promise you one thing. The moment will never come when I do not love you. Forever.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Irene was pulling the ring off her finger herself.
To answer the man who said he would give her the one thing her dead husband couldn’t.
For the man who swore that while he couldn’t love only her, the moment he didn’t love her would never come.
“Honey, I’m sorry…”
Even as she poured out endless tears, Irene finally pulled off her dead husband’s ring.
However… the strange sense of liberation she felt from her finger was something Irene hadn’t expected at all.
The cool breeze circling the spot where the ring had been felt as if her departed husband was whispering that she did well, that it was okay now.
As Irene stared blankly at her palm due to that strange sensation, Leon’s voice reached her ears once more.
No, a command was issued.
“Suck it.”
“Yes, yes…! Ha-mff, slurp… mgh… nngh… mm-ph…”
*
Fuck, this is it.
The moment Irene finally buried her head between my thighs, that thought popped into my head.
Even though she was just sucking without any technique.
Even though it was a clumsy blowjob, so awkward that her teeth occasionally grazed me.
The fact that I had subjugated a widow who had never stopped longing for her departed husband made me burn even hotter.
An intense sense of conquest, unlike anything I had ever felt before, made my blood boil.
“Haa, haa… slurp, chu…”
By the way… she’s really bad at this.
It might be because she’s been living in a lonely room for so long, but it seems Irene only had a very plain relationship with her late husband.
Of course, I wasn’t disappointed or let down at all.
Rather, my heart just raced more at the thought of staining this woman, who was like a pure white canvas, with my own colors.
I have plenty of time, anyway.
Literally, forever.
“Haha, is it hard?”
“Haa, haa, yes… because it’s… so big…”
Even as she unconsciously massaged her aching jaw, and even though her elegant face was a mess of saliva and tears.
Irene tried to take my cock into her mouth once more.
She clung to me with all her might.
Perhaps that thirst and hunger had transferred to me… before I knew it, I was picking Irene up and laying her down on the bed.
—Slap, slap.
“Haa…!”
Like a gentleman, I lightly tapped Irene’s lower belly with my cock.
As if knocking, asking, 'It’s going to go in this far, is that okay?'
In response, Irene spread her already wide-open legs even further.
As if saying, 'Welcome, please come in here.'
Hmm… should I loosen her up a bit more? Honestly, it’s getting hard to hold back…
Regardless, today is the first day Irene and I are joining bodies.
So, I have to engrave nothing but unforgettable pleasure into her body and soul.
While I was thinking that, Irene’s tightly shut pussy filled my vision.
“Oh… it’s like a virgin’s. The labia are so thin, the color is so light… the clit is tiny, too… I can’t believe this is a mother’s pussy. There really isn’t a single part of you that isn’t beautiful.”
“Haa, haa, ha-ugh…! K-huck…!”
“Haha, did you come just from the praise?”
“Ye-hes…! Ple-please, praise me more…! Love, give me love…!”
If that’s the case, then this time, I should suck her.
I immediately pressed my mouth against Irene’s pussy.
I pried open the labia, which were shut tight like pursed lips, with my tongue. I drank the love juice that overflowed as if it had been waiting, and tasted every bit of the slightly tart vaginal flesh.
“H-ugh, hu-uugh…! Ngh-aaah…! K-waaaah…! ♥”
Of course, Irene was twisting her whole body, screaming in ecstasy.
Haha, come to think of it, Irene is the first elf I’ve eaten out like this.
The elf maidens I knocked up in the Great Forest were all just busy being pounded.
As expected, it has to be a milf for me.
I sucked, licked, and drank from Irene’s pussy, which had waited for so long.
So that even the deep places, still frozen from spending too many nights alone, would melt away completely.
Thanks to that, by the time I pulled my mouth away from Irene’s pussy, she had already reached climax three times.
“Hee, hee… h-eek… what is… this… I don’t… know…”
“Hahaha, I guess you’ve never gone this far before?”
“Ye-hes… even when I was with my husband… it wasn’t… like this…”
My heart throbbed loudly once more.
To hear her say I’m better than the husband she loved so much.
It was a sense of pride and confidence as a man, as a male, that only a widow could provide.
Thanks to that, I was already slowly pushing myself into Irene.
The moment she realized that sensation, Irene’s eyes widened as she looked at me.
“K-huck…! H-ugh…! Th-this… how far…!”
“Don’t worry, not even half of it is in yet.”
“H-hu-uugh…! H-half…!”
Looking at her reaction… her dead husband must have been… that size.
How should I put it… it’s a size that makes me feel pity for him as a fellow man…
Of course, even while thinking this, I continued to push in steadily.
Part of it was out of consideration for Irene, who hadn’t done this in a long time…
But more than that, it was to stretch Irene’s vagina to fit my size.
To make it my exclusive widow pussy that would only look at me and crave me forever.
The moment my glans touched her cervix.
“Ngh-ooooh…! Ough, k-waaah…!”
“Don’t just wail, remember this clearly. I’m the only one who can fill you up this far. Understand?”
“Ye, ye-hes…! The only one who fills me up is Leon-sama…!”
“Haha, right. I love you, Irene.”
“I-I do too…! Ngh-eek… ♥”
I’m not sure how I feel about saying it… but the words “I love you” are quite convenient.
I’ve conquered my women with that one phrase until now, and now I’ve conquered Irene as well.
In the past, there were moments when I doubted myself, wondering if this was right or what kind of person I was… but now I am certain.
Conquest and dominance are exactly how I love.
“Hup!”
“K-waah…! Le-Leon… sa-ma…! K-heeeek…!”
Every time I thrust my hips, Irene called my name.
Every time I crushed her cervix, Irene clung to me, scratching my back.
However, when I tried to kiss her again, she seemed to pull back slightly… but.
“Ngh-mff…! Ha-mff, he-mff… slurp, chu, mgh-nngh…!”
When I forced her mouth open and shoved my tongue in, Irene greedily sucked my tongue and drank my saliva.
“Haa, haa, resisting now of all times. You’re a perverted bitch, sucking on it yourself just because I’m forcing you.”
“Ye-hes…! I’m a perverted bitch…! Ah-ugh, k-huck…! Ha-harder…! Deeper…! K-heeeeeek… ♥”
Reflected in the mirror on the wall, Irene was shedding endless tears.
Even in the midst of that, she was reaching climax over and over again.
And so, she was smiling.
In the ecstasy that the thirst and hunger no one could satisfy had finally been quenched.
She was crying tears of joy, saying she would never have to starve, be thirsty, or tremble alone again.
Heh… by the way… this is incredible…!
I felt it in the Great Forest too, but elves have a unique sensation that can’t be felt with other women.
It’s like a tight feeling of forcing your way into a soft yet narrow hole.
Thanks to that, she tightens around me in a different way than Helena, Natalia, or Andrasta.
The vaginal walls, which convulse every time I thrust, feel like they’re wringing me out.
Because of that, the urge to ejaculate was rising faster than I expected.
“K-ugh…!”
“U-gh…! K-ha… huck…! Ngh-aaah…!”
Before I could be completely wrung out inside this narrow pussy, I placed my hand on her taut lower belly.
Then, slowly infusing Sitri’s magic power, I looked down at Irene, who was grinding her hips on her own.
“Ha-ah, ha-ah, Le-Leon-sama…!”
“K-ugh… say it, Irene.”
“Ple-please…! Ma-make me…! Forever…! Make me your woman…!”
Heh, I guess she vaguely realized what I was trying to do, being an archmage and all.
Of course, I am a man who always exceeds expectations.
Soon, a pair of black wings unfolded before Irene’s eyes.
“Fufu, it really is a sweet sight no matter when I see it… haa… I can feel it… the pleasure, the desire, and the longing are filling my body…”
“A-A demon…!”
“Yes, I am the being you call a demon. I am a Lord of Hell who rules the Domain of Lust, and a Great Demon who is the pinnacle of magic and mystery.”
With blood-red eyes flashing in the air and silver hair shining with a chilling brilliance.
Sitri, who had appeared for some reason, acted more like a demon than usual today as she gently cupped Irene’s terror-stricken face.
“Do not be so afraid, piteous child. You have been starving your whole life. Have you not craved knowledge and affection your entire life? All of that is right before your eyes now.”
“Ah, ah.”
“Just say one thing. That you will offer your everything to me. If you offer your everything to me, you can obtain everything you desire.”
“What I… desire…”
“Yes. If you want knowledge, I shall give you knowledge. If you want magic power, I shall give you magic power. Ah, of course, affection must be given by my final contractor, Leon… fufufu.”
You might wonder what the point of this situation is since she already said she would be my woman forever… but it’s all necessary.
To be my woman forever, she needs to get along with my other women.
To put it simply, it’s an initiation and a welcoming ceremony just for Irene.
Soon, Irene looked at Sitri and whispered softly.
“I… I will… I will offer it…! K-knowledge… magic power…! Love…!”
Not a fake learned by stealing glances over someone’s shoulder, but true magic.
Infinite magic power.
To obtain the love that gives meaning to all those things, Irene kissed Sitri of her own accord.
And Sitri also whispered as she kissed the servant who had prostrated herself.
“Well done, piteous child. Now, accept it. Be filled with Leon’s love and my magic power.”
“Ah… ah…!”
Only then did I release the ejaculation I had been barely holding back.
I filled Irene’s long-parched womb with my semen and Sitri’s magic power.
—Gush, gush…
“K-ugh…!”
“K-waah…! Ngh-ooooh… ♥”
“Haa… I love you, Irene.”
“Ye-hes… I-I love you too…”