Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Mana Stimulation with Uriel (1)
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I stood before Uriel.
She stared straight through me, as if I'd appeared out of nowhere.
"Lord Julian... Young Lord...?"
But her gaze wasn't fixed on my face. It drifted lower.
Naturally, there stood a ferocious dragon rearing its head toward the sky.
I was completely naked right now, too.
'Ordinary incubi manifest by projecting their host's sleeping desires. So in a way, Uriel's the one who stripped me.'
It perfectly reflected the secret longing I'd glimpsed from her earlier. My suggestion had played a part, sure, but maybe she harbored some hidden affection for Julian after all.
And the master of the dream pursued her unconscious desires without hesitation.
"Young Lord... Lord Julian... Nothing like those... ugly brutes in the... White Night Knights... A true flower of a man... Young Lord..."
Uriel slowly approached me. This wasn't her usual curt, businesslike tone.
Her voice dripped with a nasal huskiness as she gazed at me—a far cry from the knight I knew.
She came right up to me and knelt on the training ground floor.
"So beautiful... The Reinhardt... noble... holy sword..."
Like a knight beholding a sacred blade embedded in stone, sworn to slay the Demon King.
Uriel looked up at my cock with reverence, yet burning with desperate craving.
Her pair of jewel-like brown eyes held a unfamiliar glint. No trace of her usual sharpness—just pure, moist longing.
'Is this really Uriel? She looks utterly lost.'
Finally, she grasped the hilt of the holy sword—or rather, my throbbing shaft.
"The grand... beautiful... treasure sword forged by Saintess Agnes... It needs a proper cleaning..."
Uriel wetted her tongue generously, then slathered my cock with saliva.
"Slurp... Smooch... Lick... Lick..."
She worked meticulously, every nook and cranny. Uriel truly began polishing my rod—no, my meat sword.
Like a renowned knight who never skimped on maintaining her own weapon.
From the glans down to the root, she cleaned every inch with devoted care.
'What devotion... Makes it feel even better.'
Uriel, who normally saw Julian as gutter trash or a pebble. Now she clung to my cock like this.
Sure, it was dream-Uriel, so less vivid than reality. But it was plenty to fuel my sense of conquest.
And there was her auburn hair, usually so neat and elegant, befitting an escort knight.
Normally, just watching it sway softly brought a smile. Now, it whipped around my shaft with every flick of her tongue, teasing my skin even more.
'Even in a dream... She's never done this before... But she's so skilled. Knights are just born for physical work, huh.'
Anyone could tell Uriel had zero experience with men from her everyday demeanor.
A woman who'd devoted her life to the sword wouldn't pick up whorehouse tricks from some brothel.
She really believed my dick was a holy relic left by Saintess Agnes. No other explanation for this level of piety.
Unlike Eirin's, this was pure fellatio, laser-focused on my cock. Her dedication let me savor the pleasure intensely, differently from usual.
The vacuum blowjob dragged on. My whole body trembled from the bliss of her mouth-pussy.
"Slurp... Sluuurp..."
Next, she dipped lower, sucking on my balls too.
'Those aren't part of the holy sword.'
But Uriel cleaned them just as skillfully, without a hint of pain. A different sensation from the shaft-sucking.
A chilling, ticklish thrill that ramped up the pleasure even higher.
"Sluuurp— Slurp— Smooch—"
Her mouth climbed back up the shaft. Filled with spit, she engulfed my cock again.
The vacuum blowjob resumed.
"Chuuup— Chuuup—"
You'd think she'd suffocate, but with her knightly stamina, she cranked the suction to max without flinching.
That tight squeeze rivaled Eirin's pussy grip. I knew I'd submit soon enough.
'Feels like my cock's getting sucked right into Uriel's mouth...'
Ejaculation surged to the peak in no time.
Splurt-splurt-spluuurt—
Perfectly timed, Uriel pulled her mouth off. I blasted thick ropes across her face and hair.
"Hah... Hah... Hah..."
Cum-glazed, Uriel's face looked utterly obscene. She'd held her breath during the vacuuming and now gasped it all out at once.
Drunk on the thick, musky scent of my seed. She panted raggedly for a while.
The next morning, I woke with last night's memories crystal clear—not like some hazy dream.
In Uriel's dream, I was the incubus. To me, it wasn't a dream at all; it was real memory.
So everything from last night lingered sharp in my mind.
"Amazing. Emptied that much, and I feel refreshed instead."
Incubi absorb their host's sexual essence in dreams. That essence nourishes us, so of course my condition improved.
Rewards rolled in, too.
Dream-Uriel, having tasted my cum once, wasn't satisfied. One hand furiously masturbated with her greatsword's hilt while the other hand and her mouth kept up the blowjobs.
Knightly stamina and passion on full display. I unloaded three more loads. Total win: luxury and loot.
"Now... how much of that dream does Uriel remember?"
Unlike me, it was just a dream to her. But way more erotic than any normal one.
Her bedsheets must've been soaked come morning.
No way she'd forget it quick. Those memories would perfectly fuel today's mana stimulation.
I threw on just a bathrobe and headed to the Border Count's mansion bathhouse. Hot springs were everywhere up north in Essenmont—no sweat finding one.
The mansion had its own, piped in from the springs. Spacious enough for dozens.
There was the prepared stimulation bed. Servants had set it up already.
Uriel waited beside it, ahead of me. Different outfit from yesterday's training gear.
A tight sports-bra top hugging her upper body. Skinny leggings below.
Not modern synthetics, so the look and feel were off, but closest match.
'That's probably Uriel's max compromise.'
Ideal stimulation called for just underwear, but her knightly pride drew the line there.
"Good morning, Young Lord."
"Morning, Lady Uriel."
The bath was empty. Mana stimulation demanded precision—no disturbances from others' mana ripples, so servants stayed out.
I glanced at Uriel's face. Her usual stoic, cool expression.
But I caught the fatigue and faint bewilderment mixed in.
"Sorry to drag you out early."
"Mana stimulation works best first thing. No need to apologize."
"True enough. Sleep well last night?"
My question got an uncharacteristic reaction from Uriel.
"Sleep...? Yes! Very well. The room you provided is incredibly comfortable."
She wasn't the chatty type, yet her words dragged on. Normally, Uriel locked eyes directly.
Proud White Night Knight—dodging gazes? Unthinkable. Especially with me; her stares were defiant.
Not now. Head forward, but eyes evading mine.
Suddenly, I wanted to tease her.
"Good, comfortable then. Music to my ears as this mansion's young lord. That cozy a bed, bet you slept like a rock—no dreams. Right?"
"Y-Yes? R-Right. No dreams last night. Slept soundly."
Stammering. Definitely thinking of last night's dream. Still vivid for her.
"Me? Had a fun one. You were in it, Lady Uriel."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Set in the training grounds."
"Tr-Training grounds?"
She jolted at "training grounds." Ground zero of last night's wet dream—natural reaction.
"Why so startled? It's just the training grounds. Father built it himself for mansion guests. Don't like it?"
"No! Just... surprised it was the training grounds in your dream..."
"What's special about dreaming of the training grounds? We met there yesterday. Normal to pop up in dreams after."
Uriel nodded vigorously.
"R-Right. We met yesterday."
"In the dream, we sparred hard. Military parade's got me focused—makes sense a skilled knight like you showed up to help. That's it. Weird dream?"
"No! Totally normal."
Her face flushed. Too early for that. Way more embarrassing stuff ahead in stimulation.
"Enough chit-chat. Today's mana stimulation's crucial for me."
"Yes, Young Lord."
I shed the bathrobe. Just in underwear now. Uriel flinched—I pretended not to notice.
"Onto the bed then. Take good care of me, Lady Uriel."
"Understood. Follow my lead."
"Got it."
I climbed on and lay straight. Uriel stood beside.
Felt like getting a massage from her. Not wrong—mana stimulation was a mana-infused massage.
Moments later, Uriel placed her palm on my chest.
Uriel struggled to calm her racing thoughts.
'Get a grip, Uriel. This is mana stimulation.'
The bathhouse air hung warm and steamy. A bed sat in one corner.
Half-naked Lord Julian lay there, her hand touching his body.
When her hand met his skin, Uriel nearly flinched hard. But in front of this Julian? She clamped down desperately.
'Of all nights, that weird dream.'
First erotic dream of her life—shocking. Hours awake now; should've faded. Nope.
Seeing his face made it surge back, vivid as ever.
'No... Calm down. Just stimulation. Can't act weird in front of this pervert lord.'
Uriel carefully channeled mana into her hand on his chest.
Stimulation's first step. Mana senses and stores near the heart.
Press another person's mana there to heighten perception of its feel.
"Feel anything, Young Lord?"
"Hmm... Not yet."
"Takes a bit. Relax your body. You're not the easy type, so full-body stimulation needed."
Uriel moved her cupped hands slowly. Chest to lower belly. Arms, legs.
Skinship went on awhile. Good—no disasters like her senior warned.
Senior said he'd grab the knight's hand suddenly...
'Doesn't feel like that'll happen. And he's surprisingly well-behaved—not his wastrel style.'
She was the one hyper-aware. Just palms brushing his skin, yet...
Her body heated inexplicably.
'Bath steam's hot... That's it.'
But with the sensation, last night's dream replayed. Lingering feel in her mouth... and shameful spot below.
That spot dampening a bit... Probably sweat from the warm bath.
Then—her palm grazing his lower belly snagged on something. She looked.
'What the—?!'
There, tenting his underwear. A full field tent between his legs.
Uriel pictured it instantly—the thing from her dream she'd sucked endlessly...
"Hah... Hah..."
Her breathing quickened unwittingly. Then the Young Lord spoke.
"Something wrong, Lady Uriel?"