Chapter 682: Daily Life
Chapter 682: Daily Life
If this was just preparation before insertion, it should have ended with her coating my Dick in saliva.
No, considering Matilda’s entrance was already thoroughly drenched, even that was unnecessary. But if she insisted on preparing me, that would have been the extent of it.
And yet, Matilda didn’t stop her devoted service.
“Mmph… Mmph… Mmm… Mmm…”
Her lips remained sealed, moving in small, puckering motions that stimulated the very tip of my glans. With one hand, she used only her thumb and forefinger to focus on rubbing the ridge of my head, the part her lips couldn't reach.
Meanwhile, her other hand gripped my shaft, rolling it with a flick of her wrist while also stroking it up and down its length.
Because of her slow movements, I initially thought she was just spreading her saliva evenly, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Seeing Matilda continue her caresses even after my entire member was slick with her saliva, I felt like this act was some kind of message.
And that was without even considering the wistful gaze she sent me as she looked up.
But if that was true, what on earth was she trying to tell me?
“Sluuurp…”
Just as I tilted my head, unable to grasp her intentions, Matilda sucked hard on the tip of my Dick while simultaneously rubbing my glans firmly with her thumb and forefinger.
A sharp pleasure shot through the most sensitive part of me. At the same time, for reasons I couldn't explain, I was reminded of how I had just been tormenting her nipples.
Could she be… complaining about how I’d been tormenting her breasts, getting back at me in her own way?
The thought flashed through my mind for a brief moment, but I immediately shook my head and dismissed the possibility.
No. This was Matilda in her pink mode, not just anyone.
Once she entered her pink mode, she expressed her love for me so openly it was almost overwhelming. There was no way she would pout over something so trivial in such an inscrutable way.
Alright, let’s think about it from a different angle.
What if it wasn’t a complaint, but it was still related to me teasing her breasts? Ah, I see. Could it be that she wanted to make me cum once before insertion as a way of thanking me for the pleasure I’d just given her?
Yes. That was far more plausible.
Come to think of it, the way she was stimulating me while only holding the tip in her lips was the perfect position to catch my semen in her mouth when I came.
Even though I had made her climax several times, I had done so purely by tormenting her breasts.
Aside from pressing her entrance for a moment with my fingertip, I hadn't properly touched her lower half at all. She must be aching down there by now.
But realizing that she was prioritizing repaying me over immediate insertion, it was as if I could see a halo glowing behind her. Fitting, since she was a Cardinal.
Still, that didn't mean I could afford to cum right now.
If I was going to ejaculate, it would be after I was inside of her.
Of course, it would feel incredible to cum between her beautiful lips right now, but that wouldn't help lift her curse in the slightest.
To be honest, I didn't want to be so calculating while we were making love.
But after what happened at the temple, I had no choice but to be pragmatic today.
And ultimately, the faster her curse was lifted, the sooner the day would come when we could be together without any of these calculations.
“Matilda. That’s enough now.”
Having convinced myself, I declined her kind offer and pulled my hips back, freeing the tip of my Dick from her lips.
“My love…? Did it not feel good?”
Perhaps not expecting me to stop, Matilda looked up at me, her eyes welling with anxiety.
Damn it, that look always makes me weak.
It makes me feel like I absolutely have to cum in her mouth.
“No, of course not. It’s just that today, I feel like making you feel good more than myself.”
As I spoke, I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her entire body.
Then, I strode toward the bed.
“I…! I’ve already had more than enough…!”
I sat her down on the edge of the bed. Realizing this wasn't a position for insertion, Matilda spoke as if she felt guilty for only receiving.
“I’m doing this because I want to. What? You don’t want me to? Do you hate it?”
“Haah! That’s…! That’s not it at all! If it’s what you want, I’ll accept anything…”
But it wasn’t like Matilda disliked it.
No. When she was in her pink mode, Matilda loved and accepted anything I did.
So when I ran my fingertips down the sexy line of her back and asked, her body shivered, and she readily handed control back to me.
“Then I’ll take that as a yes.”
Having received her permission, I gave her a slight grin and immediately brought my mouth to her breast, taking a large bite.
I could have just inserted myself right away, but when I compared her sucking me to me tormenting her nipples, I realized I hadn't used my mouth on her yet.
Opening my mouth wide, I took a mouthful of her ample breast and began to move, mimicking the very things she had just done to me.
I sucked gently on her breast as I slowly pulled my head back.
At the same time, I used my tongue to stimulate her nipple, which was still asserting its presence even through her clothes, rolling it around.
“Haaahng…! Hhngh…!”
Finally, I nipped at the peak with my lips and nibbled on it. Matilda’s knees suddenly shot straight out from her seated position on the edge of the bed as her body trembled violently in the throes of an orgasm.
But my assault wasn't over yet.
While kneading her left breast with one hand, I pinched the nipple of her right breast with my other and lifted it slightly.
With her breast held aloft, I latched on with my lips, sucking so intensely it felt like I was trying to leave a hickey on her entire right breast.
Of course, since I was sucking through her clothes, it was impossible to check if I’d actually left a mark.
“Aah… Haah… M-My love… I… Mmph…!”
Unable to even bend her outstretched legs, Matilda trembled as she climaxed again.
As I continued my relentless assault on her breasts, it seemed even the all-accepting pink-mode Matilda decided it was too much to bear. Amidst her whimpers of pleasure, she desperately squeezed out my name.
But I simply sealed her lips with a kiss, silencing her words, while my hands continued to torment her breasts.
Because the fabric over her chest was now wet with my saliva, the sensation of her hardened nipples was much more direct against my fingers, just like before.
I rolled a nipple between my fingers, then gently caressed her entire breast with my palm. Even then, I didn't forget to consciously grind the peak against the center of my palm.
After enjoying the feel of her breast for a good while, I once again pinched her nipple between my fingers and began to roll it.
“Hmph! Mmph! Nngh! Hngh! Uuhh!”
As this process repeated, Matilda climaxed several more times from the stimulation to her breasts alone.
Her tongue, which had eagerly met mine when we first started kissing, had now gone completely limp, lying slack inside my mouth.
Only when she reached that state did I slowly lay her body down on the bed.
I slipped my hand under her cardinal’s robes and first removed the underwear she wore on her lower half.
Her panties were so wet they seemed to have been soaked in water. When I tossed them to the floor, they landed with a heavy, wet slap.
After removing them, I didn't bother taking off her robes. I simply lifted the hem slightly and spread her legs apart.
And there, at last, Matilda’s drenched vulva was revealed to me.
Lying there in her sacred cardinal’s robes, panting with arousal, she looked at me with longing.
What’s more, the chest of her robes was soaked through, the transparent fabric revealing her pretty, pink nipples. Below the lifted hem, her pussyy legs, wrapped in stockings, were spread wide open.
The stockings were connected to a garter belt, and between the straps, her vulva was visible, its pink inner flesh peeking out as it pulsed faintly, as if beckoning me.
“You’re wearing the garter belt again.”
As I gently stroked the garter belt, Matilda let out a sharp cry, even though my fingers hadn't touched her skin directly.
Perhaps because I had been tormenting only her breasts, with almost no stimulation to her lower half, she had become even more sensitive down there.
“Hnngh… Haa, haa… Yes… Because you… like it…”
But even as she felt that, Matilda said the words she knew would please me.
I’d thought it when I removed her strapless bra, but the fact that she was wearing such lewd attire under her sacred cardinal’s robes in preparation for our time together stimulated a delicious sense of perversion.
“Thank you.”
“No. For you, I would… Mmm…”
I gave the responding Matilda another light kiss, then shifted my hips to position myself.
“Haah… Haah… Aah… My love…”
As the tip of my Dick touched the entrance to her vulva, Matilda sent me a pleading gaze, as if she could bear it no longer.
Her entrance, too, seemed to be tempting me, lightly gripping the tip of my Dick and pulsing open and closed as if to say, come in.
To meet her expectations, I slowly moved my hips forward.
“Haaahng… Hnngh… Nngh…”
If I had thrust all the way in at once, Matilda, who was already starved for stimulation down there, would have climaxed instantly.
Knowing this, I deliberately held back.
Slowly. And then even more slowly.
I pushed my hips forward at a crawl, so slowly that Matilda began to squirm with impatience.
“Aah…”
As a result, even when my Dick was fully inside, the tip pressing against the deepest wall of her womb, Matilda narrowly avoided reaching her peak.
She seemed frustrated, trying to move her hips to grind the tip of my Dick against her innermost point, but I held her waist still and began to pull out with the same slow pace as before.
Once my glans was just caught on her entrance, I slowly pushed forward again.
“Hnngh… Nngh… Unn… Haah… Khh…”
It felt good, but the pace was so slow that it was difficult for even the highly sensitive Matilda to climax easily.
She wore an expression of helpless frustration.
“Hnngh…!”
Finally, from that slow pistoning, Matilda was able to reach an orgasm.
But for a climax she had waited for so long, it was far too weak.
Because of that, rather than feeling satisfied, Matilda’s expression seemed to grow even more frustrated.
It wasn't just her expression. Her vulva, too, was pleading for me to go faster, to give her a stronger pleasure, gushing out thick juices as it squeezed my Dick tightly.
But I still didn't increase the speed of my thrusts.
Ever so slowly. I moved my hips as if savoring every single one of her inner folds.
“Kkhh! Hnngh! M-My love! Hahng! Hnngh! Haaah!”
Due to that slow pistoning, Matilda experienced several weak orgasms.
But with each climax, her expression grew more frustrated, her gaze more desperate.
“Hnngh! My love! Please, move faster!”
At last, without any prompting, she pleaded with me.
The mental pleasure that came from a Cardinal, dressed in her sacred robes, making such a lewd request.
And the physical pleasure that I had been suppressing this whole time.
At the moment of her plea, I let both kinds of pleasure explode, thrusting my hips forward with force.
“Haaaaaaaaahng!”
The instant the tip of my Dick struck the wall deep inside her, both Matilda and I were overcome by a pleasure so intense it felt like our vision had turned completely white.