Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Beast's Pride # 3
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Elga von Leone was the daughter of a great noble family that everyone knew.
She had grown up in wealth rivaling that of the royalty from vassal kingdoms, and from a young age, she was the type who wouldn't be satisfied until she got everything she wanted.
But even Elga had something she couldn't handle.
Living things.
As a child, Elga had begged her father for a tiny lion cub that was as small as a cat, and he had gifted her one.
—Meowwoong.
—Come here! Let's eat pineapple pizza!
—Grrr!
It was an incredibly small female lion cub, and Elga really treated it like a cat, feeding it and taking it for walks. Naturally, the lion adored Elga as well.
But despite all that devoted care, the lion 'Yaongi' one day began to waste away and died.
The life faded from those blue eyes.
—Gek...
—Yaongi!
Her father said to the devastated Elga,
—Lions can't become cats. They can't be leashed or caged. They'll die if you try. Our Leone family is the same.
Elga was too young to understand what her father meant.
She only felt sadness and regret over the life she had poured so much love and care into, only for it to slip away.
That day, Elga first realized that even she, the eldest daughter of the Leone family, couldn't have everything her way in this world.
Yaongi resurfaced in Elga's heart about a year later.
When she discovered a boy locked in a cage.
—You're Elga, right? You should buy me! I can see the future!
Even imprisoned behind iron bars, his vibrant blue eyes reminded her of the past.
So Elga bought the slave, and she thought they got along quite well, in her own way.
Until one day, even that slave was taken by her cousin, the queen.
Even after growing older and experiencing many farewells, Elga never got used to something leaving her embrace.
Yaongi.
Her own mother.
Even her slave.
Seeing the slave about to open the door filled Elga with a surge of anger. Leaving her twice now?
For some reason, she felt that if he crossed that threshold now, she'd never see him again.
So Elga shouted.
“Hey, you. Stay right there. Where do you think you're going?”
“But Lady Elga—”
“Quiet. Come here. Right now. Obey my command. Sit back on this bed.”
Elga issued the order forcefully. The world had to obey her commands.
But at the same time, anxiety gnawed at her—what if the slave defied her and opened the door?
He was Queen Aira's squire now.
She had no real way to force him.
Swish.
But the slave, Theo Gospel, removed his hand from the door as ordered and walked back to the bed, sitting down. There, Elga felt a thrill.
The thrill of controlling a person at her whim.
But she showed no sign of it, instead furrowing her brow as if angry and said,
“Do you think I'm a coward? You're the coward, Theo Gospel. You're the one scared to bear the weight of the Leone family, so you're running away.”
“......”
The slave Theo fell silent, caught off guard. Toward him, Elga spoke in a voice still laced with anger.
“Take off your pants.”
Rustle, rustle—
The slave hesitated but obeyed, removing his pants. It was such a novice-like reaction that it even satisfied her.
Throb, twitch, twitch.
She could see his hardened manhood twitching, nearly reaching his navel.
Seeing it again, Elga subtly swallowed, careful not to let the slave notice. No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't get used to that size.
Why is it so big?
Are all other men that size? It feels even bigger than before...
Does something like that really go inside a woman?
She didn't know.
Her father, Reinhardt, never allowed her any exposure to sexual matters.
Anyway.
Elga couldn't fathom how this soft-bodied slave could make just the thing between his legs swell like that.
But it was true that curiosity and interest stirred within her.
She had overheard soldiers' lewd jokes—the bigger and harder the tool, the better...
Then the slave Theo spoke.
“It'd be too much for you, wouldn't it, Lady Elga?”
“What?”
The slave was looking down on her.
It pissed her off.
But how could she fit something like that inside her?
It would definitely hurt.
Like being stabbed with a knife.
No, thicker, so maybe even more painful.
Still, she couldn't help her curiosity. How was it shaped like that? It had felt incredibly hot when she touched it lightly before.
Rubbing it against her privates would feel incomparable to fingers. And if it went inside...
Throb, throb.
Elga felt a tingling sensation spreading from her lower belly throughout her body.
Ever since the slave mentioned 'inside the vagina' a few times earlier, she had become aware of that slight empty space in her body.
Was this what they meant by the body heating up?
Her untouched nipples hardened, and she shivered as something trickled down her thighs from under her skirt.
If, in this heated state, this slave begged her for something with those blue eyes like her mother's...
* * *
What? Why is she so quiet?
I eyed the frozen Elga cautiously, like a machine that had stopped working. She told me to take off my pants, so I did.
But after that, she said nothing. She just glared at me, frowning as if furious.
She probably got mad because I tried to leave the room.
With no further action since, I was honestly getting a bit anxious. But regardless, my cock was painfully erect.
Honestly, the prolonged erection was starting to make my lower belly ache. I wanted to resolve this quickly somehow.
So I felt the need to make a buffered suggestion that even Elga, with her surprisingly strong chastity notions, might accept.
“Well...”
“Well?”
Elga reacted to my words.
Riding the momentum, I continued.
“Well, jumping straight to insertion is impossible for anyone. For ejaculation, you need to lubricate the tool first.”
“Lubricate?”
“Applying something slick and sticky like lotion or gel makes insertion much easier. Unfortunately, we don't have any here.”
Swish, swish—
I saw Elga's sapphire-blue eyes darting around the room uneasily. Toward her, I said,
“But we can use saliva instead. I'm sure you already knew that, Lady Elga.”
“Saliva... you mean spit?”
“Yes. Licking it with your mouth.”
As the saying goes, you can't fill up on the first drink.
I knew better than to think I, a total novice at romance, could have full sex with Elga on day one and ejaculate inside her.
I know myself well.
If I were that much of a playboy, life would have been easier.
So I realized I needed to proceed step by step. No rushing, just one step at a time.
In that sense, my goal for today was to get her to give me a blowjob—I was exploring ways to make it happen.
“Lick my cock with your mouth.”
I even used crude language on purpose.
No experience points now, but if things go well, maybe the Lustful One's XP will surge for a level up?
Exciting.
Now, just waiting on Elga's reaction.
“......”
Elga stared at my cock with an expression I couldn't read—angry? Serious? Not a great response.
Should I appeal to her emotions and beg?
That's like a trump card.
As I pondered seriously—
“I know that much. It's fellatio, right?”
Elga knelt before me and brought her face close to my cock. The shadow it cast on her face looked damn good.
But what came next was even better.
Her lips parted slightly with an 'ah,' slowly enveloping the head of my cock.
The moment the taut, excited glans touched those soft lips, fireworks exploded in my mind.
“Don't let your teeth touch. It hurts.”
Kneeling between my legs, Elga slowly took my cock into her mouth.
When about half was in, she furrowed her brow slightly, as if breathing was hard.
“Like that. Open your jaw slowly and move. You can use your tongue too.”
I'd never received a blowjob before, but I knew enough about what felt good.
Honestly, just looking down at Elga with my cock in her mouth had me so aroused I felt like cumming any second.
“Slurp, haah, gluck, huff, slurp.”
Her head moved slowly, licking my cock. The lady of a grand duchy, sworn enemy of Angmar, sucking my cock.
It gave me an unparalleled sense of conquest.
Is this what it's like for the popular crowd?
Stroke.
I placed my hand on her soft hair.
“You're doing great. As expected of you, Lady Elga.”
Her body trembled faintly. Did my praise make her happy? Who doesn't like praise?
I stroked her hair and toyed with her flushed ears as time passed.
“Ah...! Hey...!”
“What's wrong?”
“...Don't touch my ears!”
“Why not?”
“Do I have to explain?”
Ah, ears are an erogenous zone. Can't be helped.
“Gluck, slurp, slurp— ha, haah—.”
After a few minutes, Elga started stimulating my cock with growing familiarity.
As expected, hands-on stuff she's good at.
“Slurp, gluck, ha—. Slurp, chuup. Slurp.”
“...You're really good at this. Seriously. You've got talent.”
“Ha... who are you talking about? Did you think there was something I couldn't do?”
Her bragging was a bit annoying, but her upward gaze was quite appealing.
Anyway, I could fully feel the pleasure of a woman sucking my cock.
I also learned that fellatio doesn't build to ejaculation as intensely as I'd thought.
So close to cumming, yet pacing back and forth just before the finish line.
“Gluck, slurp, gluck, haah... When the hell does ejaculation happen...? My jaw hurts...”
“Almost there. You're doing so well, just a bit more.”
“Haah—. Slurp, chuup. Chuup. Haah...”
Sexual pleasure.
The superiority and dominance of looking down at a woman.
And the confirmation of affection from her willingly doing this tiring, bothersome act for me.
All combined, it was pure, indescribable heaven.
Something this good existed?
No wonder everyone loves blowjobs.
To think I'd lived without knowing—feels like I wasted my life. I'd love this every day.
That raised one question.
How insanely good must real sex feel? Burying my cock between Elga's plush body and soft pussy...
Her spread legs trembling, wrapping around my waist...
That thought hit me.
No way I could end it here.