Fragment (2)
Cheonsol softly sucked on my lips. She worked them with little licks while they were still in her mouth, then nipped at them lightly.
It was a kiss of affection — less about dominating a lover than about wanting her love confirmed. Before sex with Cheonsol, she always kissed me to check that affection, and I'd grown used to it.
I offered my lips obediently, but everything below was my territory. When I undid the ties of her clothes, Cheonsol's top slid to the floor and revealed a handmade brassiere by Yohan Kim himself.
From the open holes cut into the passionate red fabric, her nipples peeked out. Those pink tips, vivid enough not to lose to the red, looked truly delicious.
I rubbed them gently, and Cheonsol sucked on my tongue. Like a child devouring a good ice cream, she worked my tongue with earnest enthusiasm.
The skill in how she moved that tongue was something else.
"Heh. Already this hard, are you? Was it that good?"
Cheonsol broke the kiss and kneaded my lower half. My cock was already at full mast.
A kiss doesn't stimulate anything down there, but the mental satisfaction only gets me more worked up.
"That's because Cheonsol's kissing is just that good. When did your technique get this sharp?"
"Do you not enjoy it when I use my mouth upon you? Practice came of its own accord. And though it may sound like boasting to say so with this lady's own lips — this lady is a genius of the martial arts."
What did martial arts have to do with kissing? Was she bragging that being good with her body meant she was good at sex too?
"And a genius at sex, right?"
"You again!"
Cheonsol smacked me flat across the chest.
"We finally had a fine mood going — why must you shatter it!"
"Wrong. The one who broke the mood was you."
I smacked her chest right back. When my palm struck her nipple, Cheonsol's eyelids fluttered hard.
"Hh—!"
"We agreed to cut out the hitting because the kids might see and learn. If you can't even keep that already, what then?"
"Th-that…"
"Picture Lan-lan-i or Evni grown up and still hitting their dad."
Cheonsol's pupils rolled upward. In that opening I stripped while I imagined it — Lan-lan-i and Evni hitting puberty.
Haa? Dad. I told you not to come into my room.
You wanna get hit by Lan-lan-i?
Too bleak a future. I felt like I'd go mad from peeking into the abyss, so I stopped.
"Ugh."
Cheonsol must have imagined the same thing. The way her face twisted in pain was a relief.
"This lady was in the wrong…"
"If you were wrong, you take the punishment, right?"
"What?!"
Cheonsol looked stricken.
"What manner of punishment do you speak of?"
"Corporal, obviously. On our planet there's a saying — if you get hit on the left cheek, you hit them on the right."
"A maxim that holds the true doctrine of the martial world. Indeed, it accords with reason."
Cheonsol squeezed her eyes shut and offered her face.
"Very well. This lady is prepared. Strike."
"No, I didn't mean actually slap your cheek."
"You forgive this lady, then?"
"Not that either."
I hauled Cheonsol onto my lap in a hurry. Settled into a princess carry, she looped her arms around my neck.
"Is this the punishment?"
"Want to flip over and lie face-down instead?"
"Just what are you intending to do…"
Nervous as she was, she still listened. Cheonsol really was a good woman. The firm back muscles from training were nice too. And above all — that ass.
A martial artist's ass is far more tempting than one that only works out. Springy enough that it looked like it would mold perfectly into a hand.
Smack!
Just as expected. The hand-feel was incredible — on par with the satisfaction of thrashing Kim Dwarf.
"Hnn!!"
Cheonsol jerked and whipped her head around from the spank. She looked like a woman mid-doggy-style snapping her neck back, and it got me going.
"What in the world is this! Striking this lady's rear without so much as a word!"
"I said it was corporal punishment."
"Even so, that is something one does when scolding a small child!"
"Ahem. Hss. Little Cheonsol. Want to get scolded harder?"
Smaaack!
"Hauu."
Cheonsol let out a moan and clapped a hand over her mouth in shock. Had she actually felt something from getting spanked? They say strong-willed women have weak anuses — was Cheonsol's ass a weak spot too?
Not enough cases yet. I'd have to hit her more to confirm. When I raised my arm high, Cheonsol urgently reached back.
"W-wait, hah—!"
"Feel good?"
"No, that isn't— hauuunn!"
"So Cheonsol's a pervert who gets off on getting her ass spanked?"
"I am not! No, hnnngh!"
No matter how hard she denied it while panting, there was zero credibility. Only after I'd spanked her white ass peach-pink did I let her go.
"Felt good, didn't it?"
"Mad Demon. This lady cannot fathom what answer you desire."
"You really don't know?"
Cheonsol averted her eyes and muttered under her breath.
"…It may have been a little good."
"Okay. Confirmed."
"What did you confirm?"
"Obviously the weak spot of my lovely, beautiful Cheonsol."
"Stringing praise in front will not dilute the outrageous claim that follows."
"Whatever, who cares."
As long as I was happy, that was enough. I stroked Cheonsol's ass gently, then gave my hips a light bounce.
Thanks to the ass-patting, my stiffly erect cock poked insistently into Cheonsol's belly.
"I'm starting to want it. Get down, put your hands on the floor, and push your ass toward me."
"So you wish for rear entry. Very well."
Cheonsol planted both hands on the floor, stretched her legs out, and offered her ass. I seized that rear the moment it rose to the perfect height for thrusting.
"Guess it really did feel good. You're already ready."
Cheonsol's pussy gleamed with her juices. When I set the head against that thoroughly soaked entrance, it made wet, squelching sounds.
"Hauu. Do not tease this lady so."
"Putting it in now."
I was at my limit too — I couldn't keep up the foreplay. The moment I pushed in, her inner walls coiled around my cock.
That sensation of her cool insides warming around my shaft. A masterpiece of a pussy whose tightness never changed no matter how many dozens or hundreds of times I'd fucked it.
When I drove in to the root, parting those walls, Cheonsol trembled hard.
"Hauu… Deeper than usual, you have come. Hnn… And this is only the start, yet it is so deep this lady might finish already — hff. This lady must endure."
"Why endure?"
I moved my hips slowly. Cheonsol liked it rough and hard, but she also liked sex that built her up slow and gentle.
"Hiiiinnngh!"
"If it feels good, you don't have to hold back. Nobody's coming anyway, and the soundproofing's solid — no one'll hear."
When I ground my cock against the lower part of her vaginal walls, the strength went out of Cheonsol's legs. I made her drop to her knees so I could support her hips and free my hands for her chest.
And next, of course — working those nipples.
I pinched both tips between my fingers and rolled them, and Cheonsol's moans grew louder.
"Hauuunn!!"
"It's just us, so feel it all you want."
"Hiuuk!"
I started with soft pistoning and gradually drove harder.
Slap-slap-slap-slap
"Hnn! Too— too gooood, hyaaauu. It feels too good!"
At her peak, Cheonsol clawed at the floor. Watching furrows open in the bare ground was a little unnerving, but my Iron Man talent wasn't about to get pierced.
Just in case, I'd stick to doggy-style whenever I did it with Cheonsol. Taking her hard and rough left both our bodies sheened with sweat.
The beads of sweat running down Cheonsol's pretty ass and the line of her back were sexy. Those wildly bouncing breasts were every bit as sexy too.
Smack
"Hiiiiit!!"
I couldn't resist spanking her ass, and Cheonsol's pussy clenched hard. That orgasm-tight cunt wriggled like a living thing, and I started to come.
Spurt — spurt — spuuurt
"Hauuuu…"
Every time I pumped out hot seed, Cheonsol's waist twitched.
Pop
When I finished coming and pulled out, there was a sound like air escaping. Thick white fluid dripped from the hole still stretched in the shape of my cock.
"Cheonsol."
"Ahh… Why… do you call…"
"One round isn't enough, right?"
"Wha— hahk!!"
It was so hot I'd already recovered. I'd keep her company until my balls were completely empty.
Evni woke to a presence. Looking beside her, she found Lan-lan-i — who had been sleeping with her — gone.
The adults' big bed was empty of people too.
"Dad…?"
"Shhh!"
She called for her dad in rising anxiety, but only Lan-lan-i's answer came back.
"Lan-lan-i unnie…?"
"I said be quiet."
Lan-lan-i put a finger to her lips again and again, making shushing sounds.
What kind of prank is this?
With Dad nowhere in sight, she didn't feel like playing along.
"Dad is…"
"Mad Demon and Mom are over there."
Lan-lan-i pointed at the door leading to the workshop. So they were in the workshop! Relieved, Evni tried to open the door — but it wouldn't budge, as if something were blocking it.
"Why…"
"Mad Demon blocked the door. Evni. Call Auntie Krista and ask her to move the stone."
"Okay…"
She didn't ask why Dad had blocked the door. Evni wanted to see him too!
—Why did my cute, pretty contractor call me?
"The door…"
—You want the door opened? Can't reach? No, wait. If you stand on tiptoe you should reach that height. Hmm. Hold on a second…
Krista linked her consciousness to the massive spirit stone inside the workshop. A high-ranking spirit's authority — one that even eyed divinity — combined with a spirit stone that drank in spirit power beautifully: a true feat of craft.
But Krista had no choice but to sever the link within a single second of connecting.
"Krista…?"
—Uh, look. Do we really need to open that door? Your mom and dad are a little busy, and if you interrupt them they'll get mad. No — they'll definitely get mad. Really, really mad, and Evni and Lan-lan-i will get scolded hard.
"What are Mad Demon and Mom even doing that Lan-lan-i would get scolded?"
Krista fretted over how to protect the children's innocence.
Why is that human and that Vampir doing that without putting the kids to bed first!
Anger surged, but getting out of this was the real problem. She picked the least damaging explanation she could.
—Your dad is… spanking your mom's butt? No, no. That was a slip of the tongue just now. Forget it. Bad memory, fly away~
It had been so long since she'd last made an excuse that she'd gone and said something she shouldn't. Fortunately, Lan-lan-i and Evni accepted it.
"See? What did Lan-lan-i say. If you like someone, you hit them! Mad Demon really likes Mom!"
"Yeah…"
Is this really okay?
Krista's worry didn't last long. She was only a contracted spirit, after all. Raising the kids was the parents' job!