Chapter 138 — I Was Wrong (3)
"Let it out. As much as you want."
Fiora, who had been lapping at the tip of his penis, whispered.
He wanted to resist.
Normally, Roan would hold back until the very last moment, gathering every drop before releasing thick semen for a long while.
But Roan could not resist.
Fiora's gentle words felt absolute.
'This sort of thing... it's been a while.'
Even in the haze, he remembered that this was rare, but it made little difference.
Roan let the strength drain from his body and stared dazedly down at Fiora, who meticulously licked his penis, smearing semen and saliva across her face.
'Yes. Once in a while... this is good too.'
Without needing to satisfy anyone,
simply feeling pleasure as he was serviced and reaching ejaculation.
No woman could handle Roan's libido alone.
Even combing through the former Demon King's memories of solving his desires with sex slaves, sleeping with three or four a day was the baseline,
and relations with Grünent alone left him in a state of incomplete combustion.
Only after Lisa, Helen, and Aina began entering his bedchamber was Roan at last able to resolve his urges to some degree.
'What about Fiora?'
Curiosity stirred even amid the sensations stimulating him below. A crooked smile tugged at Roan's lips.
Fiora, who had already been licking Roan from base to tip for a long while, noticed his smile and smiled back.
With his length pressed against her cheek, her face glistening with saliva, Fiora's smile was utterly obscene.
Roan's lower half twitched once more.
"Drink it... all of it."
"I will."
The climax, unrestrained, came quickly.
The pleasure from Fiora's caresses was incomparable to that of other women.
No matter how skilled the tongue play or how tight the lower grip, none could deliver the tingling sensation that Fiora gave.
"Hoo... nngh...."
Fiora, who had held the tip of the glans in her mouth and collected the seeping semen, released it only after a long moment.
Though it was his second ejaculation, the staggering volume made Fiora swallow her admiration inwardly.
'Incredible....'
Fiora opened her mouth to show Roan the semen she had gathered.
When he nodded simply, as if it were a bother, Fiora smiled and began to swallow the semen.
As though it were precious, she drank the semen slowly, dividing it into several mouthfuls, then licked her lips.
"Hoo... truly, such thick semen.... So Kiruina forbade me from eating something this good."
"I think I would have done the same. It feels like my energy is being drained."
A sigh mixed into Roan's voice.
He had ejaculated only twice, but the pace was unprecedented. A tempo unlike any other time.
Yet Fiora's ministrations did not end.
Before he knew it, Fiora had fastened onto the penis that had just finished ejaculating and was sucking out the semen lingering inside the urethral opening.
At the intense stimulation of his still-sensitive organ, Roan's body trembled briefly.
"That can't be. Your body is so honest."
And then, against Fiora's lips once more, Roan's member began to rise again, bit by bit.
Roan stared vacantly down at Fiora positioned below him.
"Yeah, I can't fool Fiora...."
Just like this,
he wanted to keep having his seed milked out as she wished.
On her face, inside her mouth, between her legs, on her breasts.
Seeing her smile happily, drenched in white semen,
wouldn't I become happy too?
Fiora had said she would show him heaven.
Roan was already feeling its edges.
"Eat it all, just like this...."
"Of course. I will.... Give me as much as you want...."
Roan watched silently as Fiora licked the tip of his glans like candy.
Though it was a part of his own body,
it seemed like a mere tool that spouted the seed she desired, conquered as it was by her hands and lips.
That was fine.
He wanted to be toyed with by those lips and fingers.
This tingling sensation was a pleasure no one else could give.
If he ejaculated for her all night just like this,
what would that feel like?
How many times would he have to ejaculate before he finally grew exhausted?
Even when nothing more could come out, if only he could see her smile, he felt he would be happy.
No woman until now had ever made him feel this way.
As Roan savored the satisfaction of pouring out his semen for her all night, a sudden sense of wrongness struck him.
'...Huh?'
No woman....
Even toward those who wished to offer him everything,
who craved his affection, he had never entertained such thoughts.
Why only with Fiora...?
Roan's eyes widened as he looked at Fiora's head busily moving between his legs.
He had never been prepared to offer all his bodily fluids to the end for someone else.
Partly because the women couldn't endure it, but also because he always tended to keep some energy in reserve.
He realized that the expectations he had held mere seconds ago were utterly abnormal.
Roan felt once more that the 'Blessing of the Stars' upon his body had vanished.
"Ah...."
A soft sigh escaped him,
and Fiora looked up at him without removing her lips from his lower half.
"...?"
But Roan wordlessly cast the 'Blessing of the Stars' upon himself.
Fiora's small shoulders flinched and stilled.
She too felt the power flow through her.
"Hoo...."
Roan took a deep breath.
Fiora licked his scrotum, gazing at Roan with suspicious eyes.
Clearly,
there had been something.
Was it her skill?
When Roan closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, the languid air had completely vanished from his gaze.
"Hng...?"
When Roan's hand suddenly rested atop her head, Fiora let out a questioning hum.
But she soon realized what he wanted.
Roan's penis began to press against her face.
"Nngh..., ah...!"
"Fiora. I'll pour it out just as you want."
Roan's voice was gentle,
but his actions were not.
Roan, who had been gripping Fiora's hair as if urgently seeking an opening and rubbing his penis across her pretty face,
mercilessly shoved that massive thing between Fiora's slightly parted lips.
"...Nngh..., mmph...!"
Fiora's eyes went wide.
But soon, those round eyes curved like crescent moons.
The pretty peach-colored pupils within shone with lust.
Fiora wasn't particularly startled by the sudden intrusion, but even she could not help being surprised by the size.
Until Roan's member was about halfway in, Fiora wore an expression of only mild bewilderment.
But as Roan's length continued deeper into her throat, tears gradually formed at the corners of her eyes.
It was impossible to tell whether it was from the pain of her jaw stretched to its limit or from the difficulty breathing.
Even if he asked, he would get no answer.
Her mouth was already completely filled with Roan's member.
As she struggled to breathe, the convulsing movements deep in her throat tickled and squeezed the tip of Roan's glans.
"Hoo...."
Letting out a pleasured moan, Roan looked down at Fiora's face, which had taken him in.
A lovely face with clear, well-defined features.
That face was buried deep between a man's legs, contorted in pain.
It was an expression so stimulating that his fully erect member throbbed.
With her hair gripped, his penis accepted to its deepest point, Fiora was smiling with her eyes as if entranced, even as tears fell.
Roan admired her face for a moment, and only after feeling satisfaction did he withdraw his member.
"Cough, cough.... Oh my.... I've been caught...."
With a face flushed red, coughing several times, Fiora laughed regretfully.
On the other hand, the trace of a smile vanished from Roan's face.
"What a bewitching sword."
The hand gripping Fiora's hair tightened.
Powerless, she tilted her head back, exposing her throat.
A sharp, breath-swallowing sound was heard.
"Just how far were you planning to go?"
"I wasn't going to kill you. It's just been so long. I wanted to keep going until I was satisfied. Everyone else grew exhausted before satisfying me."
Truth. Truth. Truth. Truth.
Roan frowned.
She wasn't aiming for my life,
she was simply... a sword starved for sex?
Roan asked back cautiously.
"...How starved were you, exactly?"
"Hm, about... thirty-six years...?"
Ah....
Unconsciously, he loosened his grip on her hair.
Long silver strands slipped down gently.
I was wrong. I was wrong.
But instead, Fiora wore a dissatisfied expression.
"...Don't pity me."
"Uh, well...."
"I liked what you were doing earlier."
"Earlier...?"
"I mean handling me roughly."
Fiora's eyes narrowed.
"Hmm...."
"Because I've never met a man who could thoroughly wreck me."
Roan, who seemed lost in thought for a moment, nodded. And then, in an instant, he yanked Fiora's hair violently, just as he had before.
"Then I'll do it just the way you want."
"Haaah...."
A breath of apparent delight flowed from Fiora.
Full, imposing breasts, a slender waist, and voluptuous hips.
A woman with a figure fit for a gravure idol knelt naked and craved his semen.
Enough to beguile a man with a skill.
A sardonic smile tugged at Roan's lips.
"I'll feed you all over, until you've had your fill. You've never gone all the way either, right? Neither have I."
Roan tapped his penis with his empty hand. Fiora's face was on the other side.
Even as her cheek was struck by his fully erect penis, Fiora grinned giddily as if happy.
Roan could tell that smile came from the heart.
And so his words were sincere too.
"...You lewd bitch."
"Hehe.... Yes I am...."
"Open your mouth."
Without a word, Fiora opened her mouth as wide as she could.
And a penis even larger than that was rammed down her throat in one go.
"Mmph...!"
It was a violent pain.
Fiora's body trembled,
and tears welled up from the body subjected to agony beyond its limit.
Yet her nipples, which had been subsiding, grew hard again from the recent insertion.
"You react like this even to this sort of thing."
As though finding it fascinating, Roan prodded the tips of her breasts and then seized a fully erect nipple and rubbed it roughly. Fiora writhed, still with Roan's member lodged in her mouth.
Yet there she was, on her knees, her head immobilized.
She had nowhere to flee.
"You like this, right? I know."
Roan seemed to have no intention of pulling himself out of her mouth.
The movements deep in Fiora's throat grew frantic and her pretty pupils had just begun rolling upward.
Only then did Roan withdraw the object from her mouth a little. He could hear her breathing desperately, still with Roan's length thrust inside.
Roan was toying with Fiora's breasts.
"How did you wear such huge breasts and swing a sword? Last time I saw, you could probably kill a man with these udders."
"Huh... mmph...."
"Ah. I don't particularly need an answer. All you have to do is keep receiving and drinking what I pump out."
Fiora's eyes briefly held a dissatisfied look. But soon her body jolted.
Between her legs.
Roan was rubbing her clitoris, drenched in arousal fluid, with his foot.
"That was a cocky look."
"Nngh..., nnngh, mmph mmph...."
"Suck properly."
Fiora, still holding Roan's member in her mouth, began to work her tongue with effort, sucking on the penis until her cheeks hollowed.
But the tingling sensation from when her tongue first touched him was gone.
'Was it similar to my skill?'
The skill Fiora had used might be similar to Roan's 'Mihon'.
Making one feel affection for her,
making one offer bodily fluids to her.
What a fearsome technique.
Since she was able to replenish her power through bodily fluids, it might have been an essential survival skill for Fiora.
Roan's toes grew sticky.
As he gently rubbed her clitoris with his big toe, Fiora's eyes began to roll upward again.
Watching that sight, Roan's penis twitched inside Fiora's mouth.
"Spread your legs."
"...?"
"I said spread your legs."
In an instant, Roan's toe crushed down hard on her clitoris.
"Hnnngh...!"
Fiora's eyes flew wide and her pupils rolled upward toward the ceiling to a precarious degree.
"What are you doing?"
"Mmmgh..., hoo...."
Exhaling through her nose, Fiora slowly began to part her kneeling knees.
This posture, supporting her body only with her widely spread knees and toes, was precarious. Yet her physical ability was outstanding. Despite the uncomfortable position, Fiora's body did not waver at all.
"Put your hands behind your head too."
"...?"
Only then did a faint unease flicker through Fiora's eyes, but she placed both arms behind her head as Roan commanded.
Fiora had assumed a perfect posture of submission.
Legs spread wide to expose her sex,
arms raised to reveal her breasts and armpits,
a posture of surrender signifying she would offer no resistance to the male's actions.
A flush spread across Fiora's cheeks.
"You've never been trampled yet either, have you?"
Roan smiled.
"I'll show you heaven, too."