Chapter 222: The Guard and the Triumphal Ceremony (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 222: The Guard and the Triumphal Ceremony (2)
Mehya and I stood facing each other, rubbing our genitals together. When I pinched her nipples, she playfully gripped my cock in return; when I rubbed her clitoris, she responded by rubbing her palm against my glans.
Come to think of it, it’s been over six months since the first time I had sex with Mehya. A lot has happened since then, but if I had to name the most prominent achievement, it would be that we’ve perfectly mapped out each other’s erogenous zones.
“Mehya.”
“Yeah.”
Our minds were so in sync that we understood each other without needing further explanation. Of course, this was a superpower that only worked during sex and was useless in daily life.
We kissed, our tongues intertwining. Mehya liked to be the one proactively thrusting her tongue in, so we fought fiercely for dominance every time.
This time was no different. I applied pressure, pushing her tongue back and sweeping across her teeth. In response, Mehya’s eyes widened as she put strength into her tongue.
Her soft, supple tongue pushed back against me like a solid iron wall.
“Mmph. Hah.”
She was trying so hard that her breathing grew ragged and her chest heaved. With every breath she took, that elastic flesh rubbed against my chest. Her highly aroused nipples were crushed against my muscles, twisting this way and that.
Ah, I got too distracted by her breasts and allowed her to invade. Mehya, who was licking my teeth and sucking on my tongue to steal my saliva, gave me a playful smile with her eyes.
When I first met her, she was such a cool, dignified woman, but now she’s become quite the little female. Wanting to tease her, I gave her tongue a sharp tug.
“Mmph?!”
I’ve had this done to me a few times while kissing my women, and it’s surprisingly painful. They say that in the Hell of Ripped Tongues, they pull out the tongues of sinners. While it’s not as bad as being pulled with pliers, having the root of your tongue yanked creates a very strange sensation.
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Mehya squeezed my cock tight, protesting for her release. She gripped it as ruthlessly as if she were holding a dumbbell during a workout. Channeling Aura to resist the pressure of her grip, I began to finger her pussy.
My target was the G-spot, located about a knuckle’s length inside the vaginal entrance. When I scraped it hard with my index finger, Mehya’s posture collapsed, and she slumped against me.
“Haaah...”
Mehya signaled her surrender, but I didn’t let go. Since we were already at this point, I might as well make her come once before we really started. I infused my hand with Aura and performed a Sword Master’s foreplay, causing Mehya’s waist to writhe incessantly.
“Hng, ah, haaaah. Haaahhh!!!”
Because I wouldn’t let go of her tongue, Mehya couldn’t say a word and could only let out muffled moans. Her eyelids, tightly shut in a daze of pleasure, were incredibly lovely.
Her two-tone hair—gold on the outside and pink on the inside—was soaked with sweat and clung to her cheeks. Since just kissing was getting a bit repetitive, I decided to attack her other erogenous zones.
When I finally pulled my lips away, Mehya gasped for the breath she’d been holding.
“Haaah. You’re just... playing around. That was mean... Hng?!”
As I sucked on her neck, Mehya lost her words and panted. I sucked hard to leave a hickey, and she looked like she was dying of bliss.
After giving her neck enough attention, I moved to her collarbone. Being an athletic woman, Mehya had deep, well-defined collarbones. They were so concave that they could probably hold water if I poured some in.
Perhaps that was why her collarbones were so sensitive. At first, she just felt moderately good when I stimulated them, but after six months of gradual development, she had reached the point where she’d go into heat the moment my lips touched them.
“Haaah!”
“Does it feel good having your pussy poked while your collarbone is being sucked?”
“Ngh. It feels... so good...”
“But only Mehya is having fun. My erection might go soft at this rate.”
“Sorry...”
Mehya began to move the hand she had stopped. There was another advantage to stimulating the collarbone: when she moved her arms, her breasts naturally swayed. Her D-cup breasts were large enough to touch my face as I sucked on her collarbone high above.
As those bouncing breasts rubbed against my chin, I wondered if this was paradise. Not missing the moment I was momentarily distracted, Mehya began a full-scale handjob.
She stimulated the front of the glans with her palm while her other hand rapidly stroked the shaft. Just when I thought I was getting used to the stimulation, she changed her grip into a ring shape and stimulated only the rim of the glans.
She was even using Aura. An Aura handjob!
“Kh...”
As a Sword Master and a Sex Master, I couldn’t let myself yield to the attack of a mere Low-Rank Aura User. Enduring it, I performed an Aura Finger.
I could feel every single ridge in Mehya’s vaginal walls, but that wasn’t particularly important. We had joined our bodies so many times already; I had long since memorized it all.
The Aura was just an aid. What mattered was the technique I had honed. As I relentlessly targeted her G-spot while rubbing other areas, Mehya bowed her head.
“Haaah. Haaah...”
“You feel like you’re about to go, don’t you?”
“What about... you, Junior... Hng!”
“I’m, ugh?! I can still hold out.”
Now, this was a battle of pride. I clenched my glutes tight to block Mehya’s attack and continued my assault on her pussy, causing her to grit her teeth.
“!!!”
Mehya’s eyelids fluttered as if an earthquake were happening behind them. Her waist trembled violently, and juices dripped from her lower mouth.
“You went, didn’t you?”
“...”
“Just admit it gracefully.”
“N-no...”
So she wanted to keep her pride. I was going to just fuck her if she admitted it, but I guess not. Since it’s come to this, it’s a battle of pride.
Time to use both hands.
“W-wait! Not there!”
“Where? I don’t know because you won’t tell me directly.”
“Not the anal! No!”
“We’ve done it plenty of times here too. Why not?”
“That’s...”
Mehya’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Aha. She’s already lost with just her pussy, so if her anal gets stimulated too, she’ll go over the edge again?
That’s exactly what I wanted. I attacked Mehya’s pussy and anal simultaneously. As I pressed down with both hands through the thin wall of flesh, my fingers almost met.
“Hyaaaaaah!!!”
In the end, Mehya’s back arched like a bow. Fearing she might fall backward, I wrapped my arms around her waist.
As I did, I felt her swollen breasts and her belly at the same time. Since she’d been pregnant for a while now, it had started to poke out slightly. It was a truly adorable breeder belly.
“Is it okay for a pregnant woman to have such an intense orgasm?”
“It’s because of you, Junior...”
Mehya’s voice had lost most of its strength. At this rate, she might faint before we even get to the main event. I carefully lifted her and laid her on the bed.
“I... haven’t gone yet...”
“Sure, sure.”
After kissing Mehya, who was being unusually stubborn today, I moved between her legs. When I pressed my glans against her pussy, which was dripping with honey-like fluid, it pulsed familiarly and began to swallow me bit by bit.
“Haaah. Sex after such a long time...”
“Strictly speaking, it hasn’t been that long. We’ve had plenty of anal sex.”
“Still, doing it in the front is the best.”
“I like Mehya’s pussy the best, too.”
“Really?”
Why is she so happy? Ah, I meant it was the best among Mehya’s mouth, back door, and real pussy, but she took it to mean she was my favorite among the harem members.
It was too late to correct her now, as she looked far too delighted. It might be a problem if the other women heard this, but it should be fine as long as they don’t.
“This is a secret.”
“I know! It’s a secret between just you and me, Junior!”
“Then, I’m going to put it in now.”
I inserted myself even more carefully than when she was a virgin. My great cock was such a formidable thing that if I moved recklessly, I might crush her cervix.
So, let’s focus on the emotional connection rather than just the physical. Moving my hips gently, I licked Mehya’s lips. This time, without being stubborn, she shared her tongue with me, and I whispered as I brushed the hair away from her face.
“Mehya. Does it feel good?”
“Ah, hng. Haaah.”
“Now you’re answering with moans. You were being so stubborn today. Why was that?”
“That’s...”
“If you don’t answer, I’m going to move even slower.”
My women were so used to rough movements that they felt it even more intensely when I went slowly and gently.
Normally, they get excited by the pressure of me pounding against their cervix and the cock ruthlessly rubbing their erogenous zones, but they say that when I thrust slowly, the sensation becomes so sensitive that they can feel the very shape and veins of my cock being imprinted on them.
However, it was true that the stimulation was less intense, so they couldn’t easily reach orgasm and remained in that ambiguous state right before the edge.
That’s why even during gentle sex, the women would eventually be the first to beg me to move violently. So, slowing down the tempo of my thrusts worked as a threat.
“Because... I wanted to do it for longer today...”
“What does that mean?”
“You made a succubus faint in one go. A succubus, of all things. I thought your sex techniques had improved even more in the meantime.”
“So you tried to make me finish once beforehand?”
“Mhm. No matter how great your stamina is, there’s a difference between the first round and the second...”
What an adorable reason. Mehya is done for today.
“I understand. I’ll make it last a long time for you.”
“W-wait. Not that slow, haaaah!”
I repeated the process of inserting and withdrawing as slowly as five centimeters per second. When I switched to the cat position, where my cock pressed against Mehya’s clit, her legs and abdominal muscles trembled with every movement.
“Haaah, hng, haah! A bit faster, don’t tease me, please...”
“It’s not enough yet, is it?”
“Haaah, I want to go...”
I kissed the tearful Mehya. She was so cute I wanted to tease her even more.
“If I go too fast, it’ll be hard on the baby. We have to be careful.”
“This is... too... careful...”
“Shh. You’ll wake the baby.”
“What are you talking about...”
I silenced the incredulous Mehya with another kiss. She gave up and focused on the kiss. That’s my Mehya.
It was sex that put more effort into foreplay than just thrusting into her pussy. Halfway through, Mehya also began to enjoy the slow sex, leaving hickeys on my neck.
By the time I gave the fetus nutrients with the first creampie, an hour had passed. We went into the bathroom to wash our sweat-soaked bodies and enjoyed a second round until our fingers were wrinkled from the water.