(H) The Incubus Hides His Kindness #9
(H) The Incubus Hides His Kindness #9
"So, looking at this, you're asking me to touch your nipples...?"
Rebecca leaned against me and nodded.
After peering at the erotic book, I couldn't help but let a teasing grin slip. The woman in the illustration was having her tits roughly groped, sure, but she wasn't exactly receiving any nipple caresses.
"You think that would feel better?"
"Mmhm."
Rebecca wasn't just offering her thoughts on the erotic pictures — she was subtly pestering me to touch her.
Both she and I knew the actual contents of the illustration didn't match, but we both pretended not to notice.
Somehow, playing along like that made things even hotter.
'You've gotten seriously lewd, Rebecca.'
When we first met, she was a virgin who'd never even encountered lewd acts. Now, at some point, she'd grown bold enough to make shameless requests like this.
With her pearl-like breasts fully exposed, Rebecca surrendered her body to me.
I was unbearably aroused by the sight of Rebecca becoming so thoroughly tamed by pleasure. Just as she pleaded, I trapped her nipple between my fingers and rubbed it roughly.
"Haaahng."
A ragged breath spilled from Rebecca's lips. An ecstatic sensation traveled up through my hand as I toyed with her nipple and the soft give of her flesh.
"Why aren't you turning to the next page, Miss Rebecca?"
"I'm enjoying my boyfriend's h-hands."
"It's just a game, so stop enjoying yourself and turn the page."
I stopped the nipple-play and instead playfully seized her breast, squeezing it tight. My bent fingers sank into the lush, elastic flesh. Rebecca's moans grew louder.
"Aahng! A-alright, I get it. I'll turn it."
Finally catching on to my words, Rebecca flipped the page.
With fingers still slick with spit, she turned the pages while rambling incoherently about her impressions of the pictures.
Her commentary, mingled with dense moans, gradually deteriorated into something unintelligible. That was because, under the hand caressing her breast, Rebecca would get excited mid-sentence and let out lewd moans.
"Haah. Squeezing my chest like you're milking me feels g-good."
"Mrs. Dairy-Cow Rebecca. There isn't any breast-caressing scene in this illustration, you know."
"......Ahng."
Rebecca couldn't respond to my question. At some point, instead of commenting on the book, she'd been commenting on my caressing touch. Rebecca simply turned the next page without a word. She just stared at the erotic pictures with eyes drunk on pleasure.
"Aaahht, huuuh... Nn... Haaaahh...!"
While kneading Rebecca's breasts as if wringing them out, I gathered both of them toward the center, bringing her pink nipples together. A nipple-clustering technique only possible because of Rebecca's voluminous tits.
The next moment, I took those clustered nipples into my mouth and sucked hard.
Slurp. Ssschuuup. Ssschluuurrrp.
"Hwhaahng."
Rebecca could no longer look at the book.
She just stared at me with eyes that seemed to burn with impatience.
Rebecca's hand, which had been turning the pages, stopped without a sound. She only had to turn a few more pages to reach the end of the book, but she didn't. I could intuitively grasp the reason why. Still, rather than think it through with my head, I wanted to confirm it directly with my hands.
Sliding one hand down, I rubbed Rebecca's smooth belly. I slipped my hand inside her leather pants, where the belt hung loosely undone, and groped between her thighs. Even without looking, I could tell her panties were thoroughly soaked.
'About time to put it in.'
I traced the cleft exposed above her panties with my finger for a moment, then pulled my hand out of her pants. My fingers were drenched in Rebecca's slippery juices.
Rebecca shyly lowered her head.
"What do you want to do now? Keep messing around while reading the book? Or do you want to do it with me?"
I decided to let Rebecca choose. Whether she'd finish reading the book of erotic pictures, or entrust her body to me. I was curious which choice Rebecca would make.
"L-Luke."
Rebecca hesitated at my question before opening her mouth.
"I want to stop playing around now."
"Why?"
"......Because of you, I'm all wet."
As she spoke, Rebecca looked at me with reddened cheeks.
An expression that seemed to be hoping for something. Her eyes, drenched in pleasure, gazed only at me.
In that moment, an indescribable satisfaction swelled in my chest.
This was exactly the answer I'd wanted to hear.
"H-hold on."
But for some reason, Rebecca didn't close the book yet.
Instead, Rebecca flipped backward through the pages. Then, with her slender finger, she pointed at one scene in the illustrations. As if telling me I absolutely had to see this picture.
"Can I try this?"
"What?"
"I mean, jerking you off with my hands."
Depicted in the erotic book was a maid performing manual service for her master. Kneeling in a billowing maid uniform, the maid was giving her master a handjob.
"You want to use your hands on me?"
I stared at Rebecca with surprised eyes.
"You fingered me too, remember? So I want to touch yours. Th-That's only fair, isn't it?"
All I'd done was stare in surprise at such a shameless suggestion.
But Rebecca seemed to have misinterpreted it, thinking I was refusing the handjob.
There was a slight hint of indignation in Rebecca's voice. Was she trying to repay me for thoroughly rubbing her cute clit back when I'd taught her how to masturbate?
Rebecca cast sidelong glances at my thickly swollen cock.
"Heheh. That's true. That would be fair."
Whatever the reason, this was an opportunity to receive manual service from Rebecca. In an instant, I stripped off my clothes and sat naked on the bed. My rigidly erect member stood at attention.
"I'll take mine off too."
Watching my reaction, Rebecca removed her leather pants and pulled down even her panties. Soon, Rebecca, now fully naked, was kneeling between my legs.
"Just leave your cock to me."
Rebecca had spread the book open on the floor and was staring intently at the figure of the serving maid. I'd wondered why getting a handjob required kneeling, but it seemed Rebecca was trying to imitate the maid in the illustrations.
With a flushed face, she looked at the pictures while awkwardly gripping my erect cock with her palm.
The moment Rebecca's soft hand grasped my genitals, a soaring ecstasy rushed through me.
"It's gotten super hard. Is that okay?"
"More than okay!"
Rebecca kept her hand wrapped around my thick cock and cautiously looked up at me. I could feel her affection for me in that gaze. Rebecca was truly adorable. That said, the valley between her large breasts viewed from above was absurdly lewd.
"Don't twitch so much."
Rebecca began gently rubbing the neck just below the glans with her fingers. She was trying her best to make me feel good, sneaking glances at the maid's posture in the book.
"Does this feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Th-then what about here?"
"A little higher. Yeah, right there."
Rebecca used both hands to rub every inch of my thick cock. She stroked the base, gripped the center of the shaft with her hand at times, and then eventually returned to rubbing the neck of the glans. Rebecca awkwardly adjusted her technique while reading my reactions.
'......Ngh.'
So much blood had surged into my erect cock that I felt like I might go insane.
By this point, I had to acknowledge Rebecca's talent.
She had a real gift for pleasing a man.
Watching Rebecca on her knees rubbing my genitals,
I felt a sense of conquest, as if I were dominating her. A feeling that this beautiful red-haired swordswoman had completely become mine.
The moment Rebecca finally looked up at me and shyly asked her question, I utterly lost my mind.
"Am I doing well, Instructor Luke?"
"......Ohh."
"Instructor Luuuke."
"Y-yeah... You're doing really well."
Instructor, huh.
That was the title Rebecca used for me when we were doing mana charging, before we even started dating.
Without thinking, I reached out and stroked Rebecca's hair. Rebecca smiled faintly, seemingly pleased by my touch. But had that stroking somehow flipped a switch in her head?
Right at that moment, Rebecca did something even more seductive and bold.
"Schlup... Sschluurp..."
Rebecca stuck out her tongue slightly and began licking the tip of my glans. She was using her tongue to lap up the precum oozing from the tip. Watching Rebecca with her head buried between my legs, I could do nothing but stare in shock.
"R-Rebecca...?"
"Schlp... Schlp... Sschluurrp..."
The maid in the book hadn't used her tongue, had she?
At my surprised expression, Rebecca paused her licking for a moment and opened her mouth.
Her eyes, looking up at me, were tinged with curiosity.
"I was curious what it tasted like."
She'd been curious about the taste of the fluid leaking from the tip?
What an outrageous curiosity. The moment I nodded in understanding, Rebecca resumed lapping at the tip with her tongue. Even after tasting it once, Rebecca didn't stop licking the flowing precum.
"Schlp... Sschluurp. This watery stuff is super sweet. Are all guys normally like this?"
I could guess the reason Rebecca kept licking. The precum and semen of an incubus like me supposedly tasted different from that of other races.
They say it has a sweetness that makes it perfectly fine to swallow.
Of course, I hadn't confirmed this by tasting it myself — I wasn't crazy enough for that. It was knowledge I'd picked up from rumors floating around.
"Only incubi like me produce sweet fluids. Most other guys aren't like this."
"Ah-ha. Nice. I'll just have to eat up your sweet-tasting cock, Luke."
"Y-yeah."
Perhaps bewitched by the sweetness, Rebecca persistently lapped at the tip of my glans. Her warm tongue and lips gently stimulated the head. The moment Rebecca finally took the tip into her mouth, an electric pleasure spread throughout my entire body.
Enduring this was honestly too much!
Who could have predicted she'd suddenly go down on me with her tongue?
Overwhelmed by the rapidly surging urge to ejaculate, I lost my grip. Unable to hold back what I'd been suppressing, I came in a sudden spurt. Rebecca, who'd been holding the tip of my glans in her mouth like a piece of candy, had no choice but to receive my semen directly into her mouth.
"Mmph!"
Startled by the sudden ejaculation, Rebecca's eyes flew wide open. I hurriedly tried to apologize. But the moment I looked at her mouth, my words caught in my throat.
Gulp!
Rebecca had swallowed the semen pooled in her mouth. She'd gulped it down as if swallowing sweet condensed milk. The sight of her throat bobbing was utterly vulgar.
A moment later, Rebecca parted her lips slightly, as if to release her held breath.
A white liquid pooled on her tongue.
"Haaah..."
"Why the hell would you swallow that?!"
"Huh? It was so sweet, I just did it without thinking."
I'd heard that an incubus's fluids were sweet enough to swallow without issue, but seeing it happen right in front of me was nothing short of bewildering. I hadn't expected her to so willingly swallow my semen. When a guy suddenly comes like that, isn't the partner supposed to get mad?
"Are you okay? Does your throat sting?"
"It's completely fine, don't worry. My mouth is a little sticky, but I can just rinse it with water later."
Seeing Rebecca so happily swallow my semen, a peculiar thought crossed my mind.
Wasn't this the real perk of being born an incubus?
That the woman giving the blowjob, far from being reluctant about my semen, would swallow it with delight.
The bewilderment only lasted a moment.
I burned with excitement once more at the sight of Rebecca tilting her head to look at me. My cock, which had already finished ejaculating, recovered in an instant. In fact, it had grown several times harder than before I'd come.
Though my desire to lift Rebecca onto the bed and pounce on her burned fiercely,
I barely managed to suppress the urge.
Because I felt that today, I could probably ask Rebecca for anything.
Rebecca had asked to try a handjob, and I had granted her wish.
So, wouldn't it be fair if I had one request of my own?
"Rebecca. Can I make a request too? Since you've finished what you wanted to do. Wouldn't it be my turn now?"
"What kind of request."
Rebecca looked at me with puzzled eyes. Instead of answering directly, I reached down and picked up the book of erotic pictures from the floor.
The book was currently open to the illustration of the maid giving manual service.
I flipped backward quickly through the pages.
Returning to the very first page, I showed the illustration to Rebecca.
The picture of a noblewoman being violated in doggy style.
A noblewoman being taken from behind, her white buttocks fully exposed.
Pointing at the illustration with my finger, I spoke.
"I want to try this."
"What?!"
Eyes wide, Rebecca stared at me.
She was so flustered that she covered her mouth with her palm.
"Y-you want to try it from behind?!"
Rebecca asked me with a look of disbelief.
"Yeah."
The act Rebecca had described as embarrassing.
Doggy style, like animals mating.
'I'm craving some back-action.'
I wanted, by any means necessary, to fuck the prideful swordswoman Rebecca from behind.