Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Squishy Prisoner #5
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I’d seen a post like this on the internet once.
It was about young couples in the prime of their lives who started living together, claiming they had sex multiple times a day.
At the time, I was living alone in a one-room apartment.
I had a girlfriend, too.
So, I had some expectations, but as I’ve mentioned a few times already, it ended in a horribly bitter breakup.
But now, a girl far prettier and bustier than that one was kneeling between my legs, diligently licking my cock clean with her mouth.
All I had to do was lie back on the bed and enjoy the pleasure being given to me.
“Slurp, slurp. Haa….”
After several minutes—over ten, at this point—Elga smacked her lips as if her jaw was starting to ache from the prolonged blowjob.
Even so, to honor my whispered request of “Please do it with your mouth once,” she didn’t show a hint of strain and kept my cock eagerly in her mouth.
If I could help it, I wanted to cum quickly for her, but this blowjob felt good without building that urgent pressure to release.
Maybe I should ramp up the excitement a bit.
“Lady Elga, now turn your hips this way, please.”
“Huh…?”
“I mean, get on top of me and face your ass toward me. So I can see your pussy.”
“…….”
Elga seemed to understand, hesitantly shifting her body.
She positioned her ass right in front of my face, and her pussy was already drenched with arousal from the ongoing blowjob.
But what I wanted to touch wasn’t her pussy.
After teasing her wet folds with my fingers until they were slick and slippery, I reached toward her tightly puckered other hole.
Slide-.
“Eek…!”
She reacted immediately, flinching as if her ass had been stung by a bee.
“W-What are you doing…!”
No matter how downcast and regressed to a childlike state Elga was, she still had a reflexive aversion to having her asshole touched.
She was a superhuman who kept her distance from base bodily functions like excretion, but instinctively, she still knew this was a shameful spot to hide.
“I cleaned it thoroughly for you earlier, didn’t I?”
“That’s not the issue! Why would you touch there….”
“Because I want to know every part of you, Lady Elga.”
I kept teasing her ass. I considered slipping a finger in, but she’d probably freak out, so I held back.
Someday, I wanted to try it there, too.
She might even agree if I pushed now, but it felt like it would hurt her feelings again, so I decided to refrain for the moment.
“Now, get on all fours in front of me.”
I ordered her to assume the position. I figured I’d thrust into her from behind like this. But Elga fidgeted and voiced an objection.
“Doing it from behind is a bit….”
“Not a fan?”
“…….”
Instead of answering, she just hemmed and hawed awkwardly. She clearly didn’t like doggy style.
Maybe it hurt because my cock went too deep, or perhaps it reminded her of the rape trauma from before—I couldn’t tell.
“Then let’s do it face-to-face.”
I laid Elga down on the bed. Spreading her thighs apart, I wedged my cock between them.
Squish.
“Nngh….”
The tightness at her entrance was no joke. Her pussy, slick from all the foreplay, was scorching hot and clung stickily around me.
Even staying still like this felt amazing, wrapped in her warm body heat. In fact, rather than frantic pistoning, I chose to bury myself deep inside and hold still.
“Lady Elga, can you feel me inside you?”
I asked the woman below me, who gazed up at me with moist eyes. She shyly averted her gaze and dodged with a mumbled “I dunno-.”
But contrary to her curt evasion, Elga wrapped her arms and legs around me, pressing her body tightly against mine.
It felt like we’d been one body from the start—an incredible sense of unity.
Warmth and the thud of heartbeats transmitted from our pressed chests, while our overlapping faces exchanged hot, moist breaths that tickled my ear.
I moved my arms to stroke her hair.
Stroking, stroking-.
“Hnng, eek….”
Each pass of my hand through her soft locks made her breaths grow heavier, and I could feel her inner walls twitching around my cock.
Swoosh.
Her nipples, pressed against my body, hardened noticeably.
That confirmed it.
Elga really loved having her hair stroked.
I’d heard something like that before—women feel emotionally stable when their hair is stroked sometimes.
So, as I kept petting her for a while, she began trembling faintly and whispered wetly into my ear.
“Haa, now… now you can move….”
“Got it.”
Seizing the moment when her mind seemed a bit settled, I slowly began rocking my hips.
Her limbs wrapped around me made movement a little awkward, but it still felt incredibly good.
“Ahng…!”
Elga shuddered as if she’d already cum.
With all the psychological and emotional bonding pushing her arousal to the max, even a little physical stimulation was enough to tip her over.
Squish, squish, squish.
“Ahng, ahng, haat, haaang, aaang, hnnng, nngh…!”
I plunged my thick cock mercilessly into her depths.
The sensation of stretching her narrow, winding passage spread from my sensitive glans, making my hips twitch.
But the best part was feeling like Elga had let down all her guards and pride toward me, truly opening her heart.
Like the sturdy gates of Lioness had swung wide open.
All I had to do was march right in and plant my flag.
That’s when my instinct as a Lustful Lecher kicked in.
If I came inside Elga right now, today, she’d definitely get pregnant.
Realizing that, my hips gradually picked up speed in smooth, mounting thrusts.
Splash, splurt, splurt, squish, squish, squish.
“Hnng, haat, hnn, Theo, don’t, don’t abandon me, hnn, I’ve, I’ve shown you everything now…. Eek…!”
“Then, would you be okay getting pregnant with my baby?”
“Eek, b-baby…?”
Squish, squish.
I could feel Elga react strongly to the word “baby.” Her pussy clenched even tighter around me.
That was as good as an answer.
But I wanted to hear a clear, definite yes from her lips.
* * *
Elga could feel her lower belly clenching rhythmically. It made her entire body tremble like her muscles were spasming.
‘Ugh. It’s so big.’
The man’s cock was swollen thick and hard enough to make her abdomen ache.
She couldn’t understand how this puny half-fairy of a man had such a merciless monster attached to him.
But the moment he uttered the word “baby-,” Elga understood everything.
What this act with the man was fundamentally for, and why his cock was so massively engorged, relentlessly probing her insides.
That’s right.
Originally, all of this was for making a baby. The sacred act a husband and wife performed in secrecy after the wedding rites.
Of course, that was the kind of thinking devout Radiant Flame followers like Mirna would have.
Elga was once a blooming noble lady in her prime.
She’d secretly harbored romantic fantasies about her wedding night since childhood.
For instance, a prince on a white horse charging in with a fluttering banner in her hour of crisis.
A silver-armored prince cutting down an army larger than his own to rescue the outnumbered Elga.
Wouldn’t he finally slay the fire-breathing dragon-like monster and extend his hand?
—Milady, are you alright?
And that prince on the white horse falls for her at first sight, proposes marriage, and she pretends to reluctantly accept.
Of course, princes on white horses didn’t exist in this world.
And the man panting atop her was far from any prince or knight.
In fact, he was the exact type Elga despised most.
Weak, scrawny, couldn’t wield a sword, a total playboy—and that was just scratching the surface of his flaws.
But if she had to name one merit, he was braver than anyone.
Otherwise, he couldn’t serve a madwoman like her cousin Queen Aira.
He wouldn’t have confronted her father, Reinhardt, or declared his insane plan to build a harem right in front of her.
‘Guts sticking out of his belly, that one.’
For some reason, it made Elga angry. She bit down hard on his shoulder and raked her nails down his back.
“Guh-.”
The man winced in pain. In that moment, Elga realized she’d hurt him again.
Strangely, she always wanted to torment this man. Even she couldn’t understand why….
Squish, squish.
But the man kept thrusting, whether she bit his shoulder or clawed his back.
Sparks crackled through Elga’s mind. Her limbs trembled, her hips bucked involuntarily….
“Lady Elga, will you bear my child?”
The man spoke again, snapping her back to reality. Right, she’d been thinking about the baby.
In that instant, countless thoughts raced through her mind.
What if she bore this man’s child? He might not make a great husband, but he’d be a good father.
He’d soothed her so skillfully earlier when she’d lost her reason in panic. He’d surely raise their kid well. A good dad.
Come to think of it, he was surprisingly adept with women. Washing long hair like hers so well. He’d probably been with other women besides her.
That sparked sudden anger.
“N-No. I won’t have your, your stupid baby. Eek-.”
As a result, Elga blurted out words her heart didn’t mean. She regretted it instantly, but words were like spilled water—irretrievable.
Then, the man’s movements halted abruptly.
“You really don’t want to?”
“Hic, hiiik-.”
Tears suddenly gushed from Elga’s eyes. Why couldn’t she be honest? No man would love a woman like this.
“You hate it that much you’re crying?”
He asked as if giving her another chance. But Elga could only sob, too choked up to reply.
Then the man said,
“But I want you to have it. Our child. Even if you don’t want to, Lady Elga.”
In that instant, flowers bloomed in Elga’s mind—like a bright lantern igniting in pitch darkness.
As she basked in the joy, the man continued.
“So, be honest with me. Where do you want me to cum? It’s coming soon.”
“…….”
Elga realized then. This sly man had known her heart all along.
But he wanted to hear her submit from her own lips. Her whole body tingled.
Her lower belly throbbed, fingertips and toes quivering—she was desperate for his hot release.
Elga agonized.
She wanted to say it honestly, but the pride that had raised and hardened her forbade it.
If this fallen noble begged to marry her, she could pretend to reluctantly agree. But her demanding it first?
“Huu, it’s coming soon. Guess I’ll pull out now-.”
The man started to withdraw from her body. Panicking at the loss of his warmth, Elga wrapped her limbs around his waist and torso.
“Lady Elga, I can’t pull out like this…!”
“Inside….”
“What?”
“Cum inside, you idiot…! I want your baby!”
Elga felt immense humiliation.
But then, something clicked open in her mind and heart, and a powerful wave crashed over her.
The hot surge gushing into her belly made any humiliation irrelevant.
“Ahng, aaang…!”
It felt like soaring endlessly over rainbow-filled clouds. Terrifyingly high. If she fell from this height, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.
So Elga clung tightly to the man in her arms.
As she stared at the spinning ceiling, something appeared before her eyes.
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Name: Elga von Liones.
Class: Noble Lady
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