Chapter 4. Sleep Rape (2)
Aisoret had been savoring Rike's cock for quite a while, but she noticed it was just twitching without any sign of release. She furrowed her brow at the odd phenomenon. It was only natural—she did this at least once a week, if not every day. She had no choice but to be extra sensitive to it.
Lately, he's been holding out weirdly well, she thought. At first, just sucking it would make him cum, but now even this diligent blowjob barely drew anything out. It was almost like her skills had improved on their own. Of course, there was little chance Rike was awake. This bed was specially made to keep him asleep.
To resist this bed and wake up, you'd need sufficient sleep or mental resistance at a certain level. Having observed Rike for years, Aisoret knew he didn't have that kind of ability.
Then is it just talent? No. In truth, it was because she'd sucked him off so much that his cock had built up tolerance, and her blowjob skills were downright terrible (she just sucked without knowing if it felt good for him), creating a misunderstanding. Whatever.
"Then forget the blowjob—time for something else♥?" To Aisoret, it didn't matter much. Blowjobs were just her fetish for getting a deep whiff of cock scent before sex. In short, what mattered to her wasn't the blowjob, but the sex itself.
So Aisoret shook off those thoughts, climbed on top of Rike. More precisely...
Tsup♥
"Hngh♥ Haook♥ As always, even after inserting so many times, it's the best♥"
In cowgirl position, with his cock fully sheathed inside. Aisoret had raped her sleeping disciple dozens—no, hundreds of times, so her pussy was perfectly molded to Rike. Was that why?
Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥
"Hngh♥ See, haah♥ After pounding it in so many times♥ It really♥ Ooh♥ Fits perfectly♥"
With every movement, Aisoret could vividly feel Rike's cock. And each time, she truly felt alive. No— even other stone-like elves would feel the same tasting Rike's cock.
Elves live long. The average elf lifespan is 200 years—at least four times that of humans. Because of this, most elves have a stoic side to external or internal stimuli. In other words, they show very little emotional fluctuation. This trait makes elves exemplary assassins, strategists, and capitalists.
But calling it purely a blessing is ambiguous. Because of it, elves rarely feel truly "alive." Not all elves are like that—high elves especially so, while regular elves are just a bit detached. Even so, most elves tend to be somewhat wooden during sex.
Understanding this, Rike's cock was extraordinarily special.
Splash♥ Splash♥ Splash♥ Splash♥ Splash♥!!
"RikeRikeRikeRikeRikeRike♥♥♥!!"
No matter how much Aisoret had customized her pussy to him over years of riding, for it to give such intense pleasure—this was exceptionally rare. Of course, Rike the victim was asleep, and Aisoret...
"I love you♥ Hngh♥ More than anyone in the world♥"
Was too lost in devouring his cock to have such thoughts.
Thus, wildly riding atop his massive cock like a horse, shaking her hips madly, Aisoret noticed it twitching. An ejaculation signal only someone who'd ravaged it for years would know.
At that sign, she leaned down and vulgarly kissed his cherry-like lips.
Churp♥ Smooch♥ Churrrp♥♥ Smooch♥
"Rike♥ Your saliva tastes so good♥ Slurp♥ I want to keep eating it♥♥"
Aisoret murmured that while ravaging his sleeping lips. After indulging for a while, she sensed his cock reaching its limit. Realizing he'd cum soon despite holding back, she whispered what she always wanted to say to him.
"Rike♥ Fill Aisoret's baby pouch with your thick seed♥ Creampie me irresponsibly♥"
Was it because of her words?
Spurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt!!
His twitching cock suddenly surged, spewing semen powerfully.
"Hnnngh♥!!"
As the thick cum flooded her womb, Aisoret clamped her mouth to stifle a loud moan. The magic on this bed deactivated at loud noises. She'd been careful many times before, but this creampie never got easier to endure.
Fortunately, she managed to suppress it, so Rike didn't wake.
"Ngh..."
Instead, during ejaculation, he felt something draining from his body and let out a faint groan—but it was just a momentary sound from cumming; he stayed asleep.
Gush- Gush- Gush-
Rike didn't wake, but the semen from his body filled Aisoret's womb to the brim. She accepted every drop from his massive cock, the hot load warming her womb delightfully. Trembling, she savored the cozy sensation quietly for a moment.
Regaining her senses, Aisoret straightened her waist to better receive it all. As she did, her belly swelled like she was pregnant—anyone would believe it.
She stroked it lovingly, murmuring.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥ Really, Rike...♥ You made your master's belly all bloated again♥"
With her womb packed full of his cum, Aisoret kissed her angelically sleeping disciple's lips.
"But that's why I love you more♥"
Thus, womb bloated with her disciple's seed, Aisoret left with a satisfied face after cleanup.
And in the morning.
"Yawwn...! Whew, I must've slept well, but I'm tired again..."
Unbeknownst to himself, thoroughly milked by his master, Rike started his day with mysterious fatigue.
Shaking off the slightly tiring morning, I finished my usual housework and was meditating as always. Or more precisely.
"Breathe out slowly and steadily, without moving."
I was training with mana breathing technique.
Why train mana when I can't use magic? People often mistake that no talent for magic means no talent for mana. Big misconception. Sensing and accumulating mana is entirely different from manifesting it as the miracle called magic. Like drilling for oil versus using oil tech—they're separate.
I just have the drilling tech, but not the usage tech. Or rather, I have it, but it's from a foreign corporation—more accurate.
"Hm, seems like you're handling the elf breathing method well now."
"All thanks to you, Master."
"Enough flattery. Now you should be able to properly use the Magic Tome."
"Really?"
"Yeah, at least your mana exceeds that orc shaman's now."
I can't use magic, but I have the Magic Tome to substitute with its energy.
"Can I try using it right away?"
"That's why we're in the training grounds."
At Master's words, I nodded and slipped my hand into my chest. I pulled out what looked like a miniature book connected to a necklace. Surprisingly, it was the Magic Tome. More precisely, one that changes size on command.
I stared at the necklace-form Magic Tome for a moment and murmured.
Open.
—Rustle.
At my words, the Magic Tome revealed its true form, unfolding like a book. It was filled with unknown characters. Or maybe not even characters—packed with indecipherable pictures and symbols.
But among them, there was one I could use: the spell the shaman cast when fighting Aisoret.
"Black Hand"
Black Hand
At my words, the Magic Tome spewed black energy, greedily devouring the surrounding light and my mana. Satisfied, it granted my request.
—Ssshh.
Something began rising from the ground around me. Seeing it, I couldn't help murmuring.
"Tentacles?"
Yes. The Black Hand I'd summoned took the form of black tentacles. Like ones a kid roughly molded from clay.