Chapter 726: An Unexpected Return
Chapter 726: An Unexpected Return
Diana stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and showered me with a torrent of kisses.
Does this girl even realize I haven't closed the door yet?
Well, I guess I should give her credit for holding back this long.
Left with no choice, I stretched my foot back and managed to shut the door by feel.
“Hiek!”
Hearing the door click shut, Diana seemed to finally realize that we had been passionately kissing with the door wide open.
And that she’d been the one to pounce on me, her face a mask of pure lust, desperate and impatient.
Someone could have been watching through that wide-open door.
“Mmph! Mmmngh…!”
Of course, for the perverted Archmage who was now fully revved up, it seemed that thought only served as another spice to heighten her pleasure.
After a single, sharp shudder, Diana's eyes took on an even more ecstatic glow as she coiled her tongue around mine and sucked hard.
“Hah! Hah… hah… haaah….”
The kiss continued for several minutes, so intense it was hard to breathe.
Finally, unable to hold her breath any longer, Diana pulled her lips from mine with a look of reluctance and sent me a heated gaze.
Her tongue was still sticking out cutely, just as it had been during the kiss, and a string of viscous saliva pooled at its tip before dripping to the floor.
That Diana—the one praised as the supreme Archmage, the one who should have been more rational than anyone in the world—was completely in heat, unable to even swallow her own saliva, drooling with a dazed expression on her face.
I had witnessed this sight several times already, but the thought that I was the only one in the world who could see this expression made my excitement surge every time.
No. Even without that sense of possessiveness, it was a sight more than charming enough on its own.
“Dia—mmph!”
After taking a moment to leisurely appreciate the sight of her, I reached for her robe, ready to give her what she wanted.
But that brief pause seemed to be an unbearably long time for Diana.
“Mmm! Smooch! Smooch! Hahmm! Mmph!”
Without even catching her breath, Diana launched another assault with her lips, then brought her hands down from my neck and began tearing at my clothes with rough, frantic motions...
“Nngh! Mmmh!”
Her face flushed red as she struggled with all her might to get my clothes off...
Pat, pat!
But in the end, unable to remove them herself, she resorted to patting my chest insistently, as if telling me to hurry up and take them off.
All while never breaking our kiss, of course.
Well, no matter how lost in arousal she was, it wasn't like she'd suddenly gain superhuman strength.
Besides, we had just returned from the dungeon. Naturally, the outermost layer I was wearing was hard armor.
It wasn't something she could just rip off with brute force.
She could have taken it off easily enough if she hadn't tried to be so rough, but she wasn't in any state to act calmly.
With no other choice, I began to remove the pieces of my armor one by one, tossing them to the floor.
Taking off armor while kissing wasn't easy, but Diana refused to part from my lips for even a second, except for the brief moment I had to pull the chestplate over my head.
The moment I'd thrown off the last piece of armor, Diana shoved me toward the door as if she'd been waiting for it.
Truthfully, a push from Diana wasn't enough to move me, but this time, I decided to obediently go along with her wishes.
She'd been holding back for days, ever since that incident in the turtle's den, and now that she was finally free, she'd completely lost it. I couldn't imagine how she'd react if I made a move that even slightly resembled rejection.
That being said, I'd only taken off my armor; I wasn't completely naked yet.
“Haah… haah…!”
But it seemed such details didn't matter to Diana.
Looking down at me—pushed by her, now sitting on the floor with my back against the door—Diana drew close.
So close that if she took one more step, my mouth would be right at her lower abdomen.
Spreading her legs to place her feet on either side of my thighs, Diana approached, breathing raggedly as she brought a hand to her own skirt.
Then, with a hand trembling from arousal, she took hold of the hem and slowly began to lift it.
As the skirt rose, the first thing to be revealed were Diana's pale, milky thighs.
On the inside of those white thighs, which felt so soft and pleasant to the touch, a clear, viscous fluid was already trickling down.
Perhaps feeling a sense of liberation at finally revealing herself to me, the fluid that had been pooled just out of sight now began to stream down her thigh. It dripped down toward the floor—or more precisely, toward my crotch directly below, soaking my pants.
“Hnnngh!”
But Diana wasn't lifting her skirt just to show me the love juice running down her thighs.
Even as she grew more excited feeling her fluids soak my crotch, her hand holding the skirt continued to rise.
And then, right before my eyes, Diana's underwear came into view, already so thoroughly soaked it had lost all function.
I could have guessed as much from the fluid running down her thighs, but her underwear was so wet it had become transparent, clearly revealing the shape of her cute vulva within, down to every last fold.
Though I hadn't even touched it, her vulva twitched cutely, looking desperate to receive a man's member at any moment.
But even after her vulva was exposed, the hem of her skirt kept rising.
Now the hem rose above the waistband, revealing the Apostle's Seal drawn on her pale lower abdomen.
I was the one who put it there, but looking at it now, I had to admit, the placement of Diana's Apostle's Seal was just so lewd.
Especially because of its design—a heart in the center with wings spreading out to either side.
It looked as if it were emphasizing her womb.
It was a design that might seem promiscuous under normal circumstances, which made it feel all the more erotic when combined with Diana's status as the proud, supreme Archmage.
Well, Leia had liked it, saying it resembled the Goddess's crest, so perhaps the people here, with their different sensibilities, didn't see it that way.
In any case, I had been letting Diana take the lead, but with a sight like this displayed right before my eyes, my patience was beginning to wear thin.
It wouldn't hurt to make a little move, right?
It wasn't like I was planning to interfere with her pleasure. No. In fact, I was planning to help.
With that thought, I leaned my head forward slightly and placed a light kiss on Diana's Apostle's Seal.
“Hhhhiiiiiieuuuungh!”
The moment I did, a magnificent fountain erupted from her vulva, and her body pitched forward, collapsing onto me.
But I'd just heard a loud thud. Did she hit her head? Is she okay?
I was a little worried, but it wasn't as if I could lift my head to check.
That was because as she fell forward, she'd brought down the hand holding her skirt and used it to hug my head.
In other words, I now had Diana's skirt pulled over my head, and I couldn't see a thing.
However, judging by the way she was pressing her lower abdomen against my lips and trembling uncontrollably, it seemed Diana was too lost in the pleasure coursing through her body to feel any pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Nngh, hng, hnn…!”
Just in case, I fumbled around with my hands, trying to feel out her position as I asked, but instead of answering, Diana just flinched and shuddered every time my hand touched her body.
“Hoo… hoo….”
After a moment, having calmed down a little, Diana started moving again.
Well, by "calmed down," I only meant she'd recovered slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm; she was clearly still in heat.
I knew that because the amount of her fluid dripping onto my crotch was only increasing.
Diana lifted the hem of her skirt again, this time putting the edge in her mouth.
Then, putting strength into her trembling legs, she pulled back from me slightly, just as before, and brought both hands down to her lower body.
With one hand, she pulled her underwear to the side, and with the other, she made a V with her index and middle fingers to spread her pink vulva wide open.
As she did, a gush of viscous fluid poured out from within, soaking my crotch once more.
“Nngh…!”
Letting out another pleased hum, as if enjoying the sensation of her fluids flowing out, she looked at me with an expression of such overwhelming anticipation it seemed she might burst.
Something about Diana's state seemed unusual.
She seemed more aroused than I'd ever seen her, but unlike when she got excited by her exhibitionism, she wasn't just mindlessly throwing herself at me.
Even though she'd lost control in her excitement, there was still a subtle trace of reason left. Or so it seemed.
Perhaps it was a backlash from holding back with her reason for so many days.
In any case, Diana stared at me with that look of helpless arousal, then slowly began to lower her hips... only to freeze, her expression hardening when she saw that my Dick was still covered.
Her expression was such a stark contrast to the ecstatic one she'd worn just moments before that I couldn't help but flinch.
Ah, right. While you were biting your skirt and exposing yourself, I was supposed to have taken mine out. Yeah. Sorry about that.
As I hurriedly undid my pants and took out my Dick, Diana, still with the skirt in her mouth, gave a single nod and bent her knees to slowly lower her hips.
And all the while, like someone drooling before a grand feast, a long, slippery, viscous string of her fluid stretched down from her vulva and dripped onto my Dick.
“Uhnnngh…!”
The moment her vulva finally made contact with my Dick with a wet squelch, a high-pitched moan escaped her lips.
“Diana.”
And just as Diana was about to finally take me in, I called her name, ruining the timing.
Her eyes narrowed, glaring at me fiercely, but this time, I didn't back down.
And why would I? I had done it on purpose, for her own pleasure.
“You know everyone was worried about you the whole way here, right? They practically pushed me out the door, telling me to hurry up and comfort you.”
It was a completely random thing to say, but the usual Diana would have felt a pang of guilt.
But the Diana who was lost in her arousal was not.
Instead, she looked at me with an expression mixed with annoyance, as if to say, Is that really important right now?
But Diana, this is important.
“Don't you get it? Everyone must be curious. Wondering if I'm comforting you properly. Maybe they're all gathered right outside this door, listening in, trying to figure out what's happening in here.”
“Hnnnnngh…!”
“Maybe they can hear… everything. Even this.”
The moment she heard my words, Diana's eyes rolled slightly upward, as if she were about to pass out.
And her body began to tremble finely once more.
This girl... did she just come again?
I hadn't even done anything to her, and she's already come how many times before we've even started?
“What's wrong? Weren't you about to take me in?”
I said in a playful tone, looking at Diana as she knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably with her vulva pressed against my Dick.
“Hoo… hoo….”
At that, Diana, still biting her skirt, glared at me with resentful eyes.
She's acting like that again, even though she enjoyed it.
And this from the girl who was just desperate to get off.
“Want some help?”
I said with a relaxed smile, and before Diana could react, I gently pushed her knees outward.