Lucia's Mana Road (5)
The count kissed her first.
Lucia's head spun from the dense sensation of that kiss.
'A kiss... the count wants this... wants to kiss me...'
Of course, just moments ago they'd shared not only kisses but intense lovemaking too. Unbelievably, she'd savored Yulian's cock to her heart's content and even pleasured that shameful place below it.
It was so unlike her usual self. She'd heard his explanation—that it was a side effect of the rapid cultivation method—but...
Lucia knew full well it wasn't just the side effect.
Ever since their first time together, she'd fantasized countless times about a day like this. A day when she'd share deep passion with the count again. She'd even masturbated to it several times, doing things she'd never done before.
Each time, she'd wondered if she was some kind of pervert. But those thoughts were only ever about Yulian.
The combat division overflowed with male classmates and seniors. There were men from other divisions too, and those she glimpsed working outside the Pantheon.
But compared to Yulian, they all seemed more worthless than roadside pebbles.
"Hoo... mm... slurp..."
And just as she craved Yulian's body... and heart, she'd secretly harbored the arrogant wish that he might crave her too.
That's why this kiss alone brought her to the brink of ecstasy. The count was the one wrapping his tongue around hers first.
She could feel the blatant frustration of his heated arousal. Yulian wanted to taste her.
Of course, like she'd done moments ago, it was probably the side effect of the rapid cultivation method.
But whatever. If the count wanted it, Lucia wanted to grant him anything.
He pulled her into a rougher embrace. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Haa... haa..."
The deep kiss continued before pausing briefly. As their tongues parted, a sticky thread of saliva stretched between them.
She wanted more—a deeper kiss, sharing more of his taste. But this time, his face drifted lower.
"Eek?! Hiiiiaaah...!!"
His lips latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. The soft flesh stiffened instantly. Thank goodness her breasts were shapely enough not to embarrass her before him.
Smaller than his fiancée, Princess Lilia's, but Yulian devoured Lucia's like they were delicious all the same.
One breast he roughly kneaded with his hand, the other he slurped at with his lips. He created a vacuum with his mouth while relentlessly swirling his tongue.
Just the teasing of her breasts was driving her mad. This was a feral, savage caress, far from the gentle touches of before.
His hands squeezed like he was trying to milk nonexistent breast milk from her. Lucia sorely regretted not having that lactation potion she'd drunk back then.
'If I did... I could make the count even happier.'
But his desperate clinging, his raw lust—it only excited her more. Steep waves of pleasure and heat bloomed wherever his body touched, not just her breasts.
"Hoo... ahhh... good... so good!! Like that... taste me like that...!!"
She blurted out lewd words without thinking. And she could feel the rapid cultivation method surging stronger within him.
A fierce energy rose from him, unlike anything she'd felt before. Then came another kiss.
Through their tongues came the thick taste of the count—and a new mana.
'It's different from normal mana...'
Right now, their bodies were pressed fully together, tongues linked. She'd already seen plenty of how Yulian wielded mana in his fight against that witch not long ago.
The majestic, pure power of the Northern White Lion's mana blade.
But this was different. Shockingly, it resembled the pitch-black magi that witch had unleashed. A mana with that same vibe flowed into her.
'Black magic...?'
It was too wild and turbulent to be pure mana. But it wasn't quite the same either.
The magi from that black magic witch had been repulsive, nauseating.
The count's mana stirred an instinctive fear, but there was no sense of wrongness.
It was like awe beneath a vast darkness. Pure shadow under a moonless night. Something like that.
'Like when Tricia... and Cecilia used demonkin power...'
That's why this sensation from Yulian only aroused her more. The mana he offered was like a sweet, forbidden fruit she shouldn't eat.
Of course, Yulian—as Reinhardt's heir and Agnes's son—could have no ties to demonkin.
His birth father, Riel, had been called the demon bard for his heavenly musical talent, but the demon sisters had said Riel wasn't demonkin.
"Hiaaang... th-there...!!"
But she had no time for stray thoughts. His caresses advanced another level. Cunnilingus began anew.
But the intensity was worlds apart. His tongue assaulted her secret place with many times the ferocity.
"Hiiut... hng... melting... I'm melting away... it's coming... gonna come again...!!"
She was shocked by her own bitch-in-heat voice. But knowing it was shameful didn't make her want to stop this pleasure with him.
Yet Yulian halted. Just as she feared it was over, aching with disappointment and need, desperate to beg for more—
Thankfully, it wasn't the end.
"Haa... I'm going in, Lucia."
The count roughly spread her legs. His massive shaft began pushing into her.
***
I wedged my cock into Lucia's depths. Her pussy, preconditioned by the foreplay, had grown accustomed to my girth again.
The tight squeeze that had hurt before was now a slick, smooth embrace. That sensation reignited my pleasure.
And despite my rough handling, Lucia was wildly aroused.
Her pink-tinged pussy wept love juices without end.
"Nngh... it's in...♡"
I thrust deep in one go, the tip kissing her womb. Lucia only winced slightly.
Pleasure clearly overrode any pain on her face.
Even if it hurt her, I had no spare gentleness right now—my reins were off too.
No need to hesitate then.
Plap—plap—plap—
I pounded into her fiercely. Her slick juices quickly turned sticky. Missionary position.
So I had a clear view of my purplish-red cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Raw skin slapping skin, no contraception in sight.
I didn't stop for a second, pistoning until her hips bucked wildly.
"Aaah!! Kyaa... hng... hiiing...♡ hng... hyaaang!!"
Lucia wailed busily in ecstasy. Her pink pupils trembled, drinking in the pleasure.
I was already buried to the hilt, but she clamped down like she wanted to milk every drop. Her legs locked around my waist, pussy squeezing tight.
Ejaculation surged right below my cockhead. If I came now, she'd cling to me satisfied—but a man's pride wouldn't allow it.
I wanted to give her more of my cock. And this wasn't enough for me.
'Our mana is resonating... amplifying the pleasure too...'
Plus, I was channeling elixir energy through my cock. Unlike the pure mana from my usual method.
My mana heart, accelerated by the Orhain technique, drew in ambient mana several times faster, forging a new type—not refined mana.
Nothing like crude demonkin magi or Rene's borrowed baron power.
'Only Demon Lord blood can produce this magi.'
And Lucia, joined with me, must feel its alien nature.
No plans to reveal I'm demonkin yet. But with her ties to those sisters, she knows enough already.
'Even if it comes out later, no rejection.'
It might even deepen our bond. No need to hold back this mana.
I held back my climax, hoisting one of her springy thighs and legs. Position shift.
Gripping that leg with both hands, I resumed pistoning. The angle changed the inner feel.
Now scraping her side wall with my glans. She was sensitive there too—thighs and hips twitching wildly as she screamed.
"Aaaang!! Th-there... it hits... hard cock... glans... keeps hitting!!! Weird!! So weird...!! Gonna cum...!!"
Then make her really cum.
Squelch-squelch, my cock plunged deep. Her warm, wrinkled depths clung wetly, melting my shaft.
Relentless scraping of her folds—she couldn't hold back.
"Hiaaaang!!"
Squirt-squirt, her tide soaked my crotch. It slicked my cock, easing the thrusts.
I let go too. Hugging her thigh tight, I sprinted the final lap.
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
Massive mana rotation unleashed unimaginable semen into her depths.
Thick orgasmic spasms wracked my cock and groin.
After savoring it all, I pulled out. Semen gushed from her pink pussy.
"Haa... haa... haa... My lord... did it feel good?"
Drunk on the thick scent, Lucia panted. She spread her arms wide.
Ecstatic, seductive pink eyes tempted me once more.
Even after fully transferring the elixir energy, we shared deep passion for a good while longer.
***
A new week dawned.
Over the weekend, through Lucia, I'd fully refined the dual origin cultivation methods.
I trained the improved version whenever I could. The mana flooding my mana heart had changed.
'To withstand that torrent... my mana heart is forming a new shell.'
Like shedding skin to grow. It meant I was ready to break 3rd tier for 4th.
Now, heading to the Endia Hall main building—to Cecilia's workshop. I had a gift for her.
Sitting in the carriage, I pondered that "shedding" again.
'Shedding skin. Dragons are reptiles, huh.'
I recalled dragon lore from Demon Lord Slayer. Iseland dragons matched fantasy depictions.
Huge bodies, wings, four legs—mythic beasts. Long-lived beyond elves, mysterious.
But ancient empire dragons differed from now. Mana density in the atmosphere had changed since mythic ancient empire times.
'Too hard to sustain massive bodies and dragon hearts.'
So in the Holy Empire era, dragons adapted—miniaturized. They shifted to human form daily to stabilize dragon hearts.
Those transformed dragons were called dragonkin. Holy Empire lumped them with demonkin anyway.
I absently touched my head.
Round like a human's now, just hair. But successful demonkinization would sprout horns—the dragonkin mark.
'Soon 4th tier. Evolve mana heart to dragon heart right away.'
Elf blood or human, didn't matter. Dragon heart would transform my body to dragonkin.
Reinhardt true blood plus dragonkin body—transcend human limits.
'And for Roia's trial too...'
Then, thoughts turned to Cecilia. A full true dragon with a dragon heart, of course.
She'd have those symbolic horns too—hidden by dwarven magic tool now.
Imagining Cecilia's horns aroused me unexpectedly.
'Why this?'
Maybe like men lusting for breasts, ass, pussy—horns had a seductive pull on reason.
I stood before her workshop. Voices inside—visitors.
'Who?'
Lucia? I opened the door. But the first guest was Chloe.