Chapter 104: The Wolf's Pasture – Percussion
Ferzen stepped into the hallway, glancing down at his disheveled clothes as he walked slowly. He knew they would soon be rumpled again anyway, yet a wry smile escaped him as he inevitably reached out to straighten them.
Click.
Moments later, at the door to Uriel's bedroom. Ferzen entered to find her fast asleep.
“……”
Was she pretending?
Creak.
He sat on the edge of the bed deliberately enough to make it shake, then reached out and lifted the covers.
“……”
There lay Uriel, brazenly naked save for a single pair of black panties, her vulgar form on full display in all its lewd allure. He glanced sideways to see her clothes neatly folded on the desk.
“Uriel.”
No response. Was she really asleep? Her breathing was steady and regular as she inhaled and exhaled. Her long hair was tousled from shifting in her sleep, and the bedsheet bore natural creases from her movements.
Only then did Ferzen become convinced that Uriel was truly in deep slumber.
“I don't have a habit of embracing dolls……”
With a troubled air, he reached out and caressed her cheek. A sweet peach scent wafted to his nose—impudent, natural, untouched by perfume or oil. She had made every preparation to seduce a male, yet this lascivious bitch had dozed off. Ferzen chuckled down at her.
“What…… should I do with you……”
Thud. Thump.
Carefully undressing, Ferzen moved her hands aside and overlaid his body on hers.
Creak.
The bed shook. Her ample breasts compressed against his firm chest, and as her legs parted, his cock—poised between them—tapped against her mound over the fabric of her panties.
“Ah…… mm…… ngh……!”
Uriel, deep in sleep, let out a strained moan at the suffocating discomfort, her delicate brows twitching. She writhed this way and that, trying to escape his embrace, but it was futile resistance.
“Ah……”
At last, she opened her eyes. Her obsidian gaze, unfocused, rolled about. Still thick with the haze of sleep, she couldn't think straight……
“Hik—!”
Gasping in shock, Uriel flailed wildly at the sight of someone about to violate her. But her rigid struggles, tense with desperate effort, were easily subdued by Ferzen.
“Haa…… haa…… ngh……!”
His large hand gripped her slender one like a vise. Their bellies pressed flat together, crushing her. His monstrous cock pinned her pussy down as if to devour it.
“Ah, ah……”
Even through her panties, the chilling sensation was vivid, making Uriel whimper.
“H-ha, ha…… s-stop……”
Her childish, slurred speech was pitiful. Accepting the situation more as a dream than reality, she squeezed her bleary eyes shut. If it was a dream. If it was a nightmare. To wake up quickly.
“Uriel……”
Ferzen whispered low in her ear that this was no dream, gently licking her earlobe to loosen her tension.
“Ngh……! M-mm……!”
The effect was immediate—her rigid legs slid slack to the sides, assuming the proper posture of a bitch submitting to the male about to mount her. In that brief span, cold sweat had mingled their bodies in lewd slickness. From her crushed breasts, a flushed pink nipple lewdly brushed his chest.
Pleased by the sensation, Ferzen began exploring her body with slow, pseudo-coital movements.
“Hng……! Mm!”
The bed's creaking amplified the eroticism. Though they merely rubbed their sweat-slicked skin together, they savored the pleasure faithfully. Especially once she realized it was Ferzen mounting her—Uriel pulled her hand free and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lying beneath his sturdy, solid frame. Even if only to receive his seed, being treated as his bitch in this moment filled her with utter bliss. Beyond mere physical pleasure, the emotional fulfillment was inexpressible.
“Mm! Ngh……! Ah…… it's a hobby……”
With her mind settled, she nuzzled into his broad shoulder, whining petulantly about earlier events. But in that instant, a foreign woman's scent mingled with his body odor, invading her nostrils. No need to ask who—imprinted on his bare skin, not his clothes…… it could only be Euphemia.
So you came from her……
She'd thought he was scolding her for falling asleep first. In truth, his arousal had simply spiked further upon catching her scent. Feeling like mere cleanup, an ugly jealousy peeked out.
But she didn't want to show it to Ferzen……
No. That was a lie.
Truthfully, she was greedy. She wanted him to prioritize Euphemia without discriminating against her. Even with that fence assured, she yearned to steal bits of Ferzen's affection from Euphemia piecemeal.
“Are you upset……”
He murmured low, softly tracing her collarbone. Had he noticed? Well, she'd shown it, so his sharp eyes missing it would be the real surprise.
“N-not…… really……”
Against her true feelings, she uttered considerate words for Ferzen and smiled prettily. He stroked her cheek and planted an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
With this……
Perhaps a sliver of guilt now stirred in your heart.
Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred was shrewder than she appeared. Her very demand—to prioritize Euphemia but not discriminate—served to link her in his mind every time he worried for Euphemia.
Next. Second. Lower priority. Children grow accustomed to such rankings, and pity often leads to occasional favoritism.
In your eyes……
Do I seem understanding?
Rubbing her face against the hand on her cheek, Uriel shyly kissed it. In the modern world where Ferzen—no, Lee Seojin—had lived, there was a bird called a cuckoo. It hatched via brood parasitism, then pushed the other nestlings out to monopolize the mother's care.
In that sense, Uriel was something like a cuckoo.
“Keep…… going……”
“……”
With a voice weak but tender beyond measure, Uriel coaxed his lust.
“No……”
Pausing, she recalled earlier and added,
“If you want to…… hold me like rape……”
“……”
“If it's your sex fantasy born from subtle sadism…… I can gladly accept……”
“……”
“Make me…… cry as much as you want……”
“Uriel……”
At her words, Ferzen exhaled deeply. Intentional or subconscious? Whenever she tried to draw out the desire staining the depths of his heart, his lips went dry.
And seeing him hold back—not yet able to devolve into a beast surrendered to lust—she rose slightly.
There's plenty of time ahead……
Slowly instill the notion that he could unleash every ugly facet upon her.
“One more…… kiss……”
“……”
Without reply, Ferzen leaned in as she lifted her torso, closing his eyes for the kiss. At its end, as she pulled back first with a beaming smile,
“This too…… must be your first……”
Swish.
She wrapped his cock in her silky, lustrous black hair and moved her hand clumsily.
“Did you know……?”
“Know what……”
“There's a superstition that hair grows by devouring memories.”
So this moment……
“Is me using…… the 23 years of my life……”
Solely for sating your lust.
With that, Uriel lowered her head.
Slurp……
She took only his glans in her mouth, suckling devotedly with vulgar sounds. Inexperienced, yes—but that very clumsiness reliably stirred his desire.
“Kgh……!”
For an instant, Ferzen inhaled her intensifying scent and pressed her head down firmly with one hand.
His monstrous cock battered her throat as if to dislocate her jaw, making Uriel convulse spasmodically. Chastising himself, Ferzen swept his face and released her……
“Ngh…… gh……! Kgh……! Slurp……”
Yet Uriel persisted, deep-throating the cock entwined in her hair with obscene fervor.
“Uriel……”
You don't have to go this far. Ferzen gently gripped her shoulders, but each time, she strained harder to shove it down her throat.
“Haa……”
Yielding to her resistance-upon-resistance, Ferzen at last accepted the pleasure she offered meekly.
Ah……
How much time passed like that? When her jaw ached fiercely, Uriel felt his cock swell further in her mouth and carefully withdrew.
“Cough……! Ha, hng……”
His cock, glistening with her saliva, throbbed violently. She soothed it with gentle strokes, and as ejaculation began, she draped her hair over the glans.
Spurt!
His sticky, fishy semen poured out, defiling her lustrous black locks. If the superstition held true, this meant her 23 years of life had been raped by him.
Snap!
Slowly peeling back her hair, strands clung messily to the thick cum dangling from his cock. Displaying it fully to him, Uriel flashed a lascivious smile—like boasting how every inch of her body belonged to him.
“Still…… so eager……”
Seeing it unyielding, reeking even stronger of male musk, she extended her index finger.
Tap.
It didn't twitch. Words like hard or firm fell short. Being gouged by something like this explained her sore lower belly come morning.
“……How is it?”
“……”
Was she asking his thoughts on her hair? Though he betrayed no outward reaction, Ferzen felt a flicker of inner fluster. But contrary to expectation, Uriel……
Swish.
Slipped off her panties, spread her neatly groomed mound—and parted her tightly clenched pussy, exposing her lewd inner flesh blatantly to Ferzen.
“……Sex…… even now…… if you want to rape me like this…… it's okay……”
“……”
“Otherwise…… I want to mix our bodies…… as I desire……”
Finishing shyly, she pressed her thighs together.
“Not like that…… I won't deny my sadistic tendencies, but I have no desire to abuse you.”
At his solemn reply, Uriel giggled coquettishly and gripped his cock gingerly.
“Shoving a dick like this inside me…… is abuse in itself……”
“Uriel.”
He frowned at her flippant word. Before a lecture could follow, she rose from the bed, took his hand, and led him to the rocking chair by the window, seating him.
She straddled him carefully, gripping his shoulders. Leaning back slightly, she assumed a vulgar pose, half-suspended in air.
“Hold my waist……”
Her legs trembled pitifully from the chair's slow sway, so Ferzen gripped her waist firmly as asked.
Gradually lowering herself, Uriel pressed her pussy flush against his glans, wiggling her hips to guide it to her vaginal opening.
Squelch!
“Hngt……!”
His glans slipped naturally inside with exquisite ease, and with her face flushed deep, she spoke.
“Don't…… look……”
“……”
“Just…… don't think I'm a whore……”
“……”
“I wouldn't do this…… for anyone but you……”
It was mortifying; denying shame would be a lie. But Euphemia surely wouldn't. She'd simply bask faintly superior in Ferzen initiating with her. And given her inferiority complex compared to Uriel, could she ever choose to debase herself in bed?
In that regard, this was uniquely her weapon.
And as if no verbal proof were needed, Ferzen forced her waist down.
Squelch!
“Hik……!”
Though fully prepared to receive him, his burdensome girth plunged relentlessly, making her gasp. Without tensing her lower belly, her inner walls clenched his cock flawlessly.
“Mm……! Ngh……! Hng……!”
With labored moans, her quivering legs tensed against his hands in resistance—a bodily plea, no breath for words: Go slower, please.
“You act all bold like you'll take it all, then demand consideration only now…… what a naughty wife.”
Exhaling sticky breath from restraining his viscous lust, Ferzen released her. Uriel glanced between her coupling and his face, pouting like a conflicted child.
“Just kidding.”
Charmed by her cuteness, he smiled reflexively, gripped her waist again, and dilated her depths excruciatingly slowly.
At long last, his glans kissed her cervix vividly……
“Ah…… ah……”
Uriel wrapped her legs around his waist and settled comfortably astride him.
Creak. Squeak. Creak. Squeak.
With neither moving, the chair rocked rhythmically. In the process, so languidly, so softly—his glans rubbed her cervical entrance. Uriel shuddered intermittently, clinging tightly to his chest.
Euphemia……
Showed a desire to be treated like a child. While Uriel revealed her wish to be treated like one.
Suddenly comparing the women's opposing reactions, Ferzen smiled inwardly in silence, savoring the affectionate night.
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Dim predawn. A pasture owned by a wolf. The two sheep being raised there did not bleat.