Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred
As the door clicked shut behind Gerard, Uriel awkwardly tried to pull away from Ferzen's embrace, where their backs had been pressed together...
"Uriel."
He tightened his grip on the hand that had been stroking his neck, refusing to release her.
"I told you to ventilate the room."
"It's raining. What kind of ventilation...?"
"Then just buy some perfume. And the rain is a pathetic excuse. Can't you simply manipulate the air to flush out your scent that's trapped in here?"
"..."
Uriel fell silent, having nothing to say to that.
"Eek!"
Gazing down at her as she dodged his words, Ferzen carefully traced her collarbone before lowering his head to the faint marks he'd once left on her nape...
"N-no...! Ahh!"
...and repainted them vividly once more.
"It hurts...!"
The sensation of his teeth sinking into her nape made Uriel's legs tremble violently. She clutched his hair fiercely, tears welling in her eyes.
Yet Ferzen inhaled her sweet, cloying fragrance deeply through his nose, deepening the faded bite marks.
It was like a wolf toying with a captured rabbit—clamping down on its tiny body with its teeth, watching it thrash and kick, then loosening just enough to repeat the torment.
Only when Uriel began to tire at last...
"Ah... uhn..."
...did Ferzen soothe her gently, as if rewarding her obedience. He covered the fresh bite marks with his lips, suckling softly until red welts bloomed like flowers.
The ticklish sensation felt so foreign that Uriel released her grip on his hair, her ragged breaths coming in quick gasps.
Each heaving breath made her chest rise and fall unevenly, her vulgarly swollen breasts—enlarged by her cycle—jiggling prominently.
"You know your scent has an aphrodisiac effect."
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Ferzen pulled back and ran his fingers lewdly along her nape as he spoke.
Her unique bodily aroma, now twisted into an intoxicating perfume, was as sweet as ripe peaches. The room, saturated with it, felt like stepping into a peach blossom paradise.
"I can't quite fathom your intentions, Uriel."
"You've never understood me from the start."
How much could he possibly know to say such things?
Uriel pulled away from Ferzen, glaring defiantly with wide eyes.
But Ferzen knew the woman who'd just been helplessly toyed with in his arms moments ago, so he ignored her glare and continued.
"Ventilate the room. It's settled a bit now, but prolonged exposure to your scent will stir my desires again."
"Just... get out and go home."
"..."
Her sharp words left Ferzen momentarily silent, but then he took a step forward.
Thud.
Uriel instinctively stepped back.
Click.
This dance repeated several times until the bed blocked her path, forcing them both to halt.
"Uriel."
"..."
"Do you know that the physician visits here every evening at 8 p.m.?"
"So... what?"
"That physician reports your checkups to me every time afterward."
"Are you claiming I'm faking my illness?"
"No. What I'm saying is that the physician has never once reported to me any abnormal symptoms caused by your scent in this house."
"..."
"That's proof you ventilate properly before the physician arrives."
Ferzen continued as he watched her bite her lip slightly.
"Watching you like this, you seem rather childish."
"Ventilating when you know a guest is coming is basic courtesy."
"Didn't I say I'd drop by occasionally?"
"How would I know when? Should I slave away preparing for someone who shows up without warning? You're not worth that much."
"Uriel."
"Stop... saying my name."
"If I'm not worth that much, is it fine for me to succumb to your scent and crave your body? Isn't that contradictory? If what you say is true, you should prevent such situations in advance."
"Don't twist my words to suit yourself..."
Uriel tried to brush past him, unwilling to hear more.
But she couldn't.
Ferzen had seized her hand.
"Let go!"
She struggled fiercely, but Ferzen suppressed her resistance with an impassive face and shoved her onto the bed.
"Hngh!"
Creeeak!
The bed rocked violently.
Uriel tried to rise immediately, but...
"Ahk!"
...Ferzen pinned both her wrists above her head with one massive hand, holding her fast.
She was merely lying on the bed, yet her back arched slightly, making her body look indecently lascivious.
This moment overlapped with the beginning of her earlier erotic dream, leaving Uriel flustered and flushed. She tried to push him away with her knees, but each attempt only hiked her skirt higher, shyly revealing her pristine white panties to Ferzen's gaze.
She tried to lower her hands to cover herself, but his grip on her wrists was unyielding as iron chains.
"Uriel. Do you know what drives your contradictory behavior?"
"Look... away."
"You act like you hate and reject me to the end. Yet you want me to approach you. The world calls that love-hate. Your outward emotions and actions... could be called an extreme self-defense mechanism. You refuse to acknowledge the 'love' in your love-hate."
"Shut up. You're overthinking it. Don't assume and conclude whatever you want."
"Then why not use your hands? You're no ordinary woman. A Euclid-rank elemental mage."
"..."
"You were 13 then. Yes. After 13 years... do you want compensation in the form of me being bound to you?"
Uriel said nothing.
Gazing down at her, Ferzen extended his free hand and slowly undid the buttons of her shirt concealing her massive breasts.
Pop.
"If you won't speak, I'll have to find out myself."
Pop.
Just two buttons undone, and her breasts swelled free from the pressure, revealing a tantalizing cleavage.
Pop. Pop.
With four buttons loose, her breasts nearly burst forth, scattering a sweet, fleshy aroma. Brushing aside her bra, her erect pink nipples greeted Ferzen.
"Don't touch."
Releasing her wrists at last, Ferzen pinched one dainty nipple and twisted it carefully.
"Eut!"
Uriel desperately stifled her moan, channeling strength into her freed hands to shove away the hand molesting her nipple...
"Ah..."
...but it was pushed aside all too easily.
This can't be happening.
Her face betrayed her shock.
"Hrng!"
Observing her, Ferzen curled his lips slightly and reached out again, grasping her nipple and rolling it between his fingers.
Her hands approached once more to resist, but weaker than before.
"Uriel."
"..."
She didn't answer his call.
"This isn't resistance. It's encouragement to tease you more."
"Your touch... disgusts me."
"Everyone struggles to be honest with their feelings."
"Ah...! Nngh!"
As her body bucked, Uriel let out a lewd moan from Ferzen biting her breast.
She clutched his hair, trying to push him away.
But the strength in her hands... remained feeble.
Even as pain from her swollen breasts surged, Uriel endured it.
She reflected on herself, berating and condemning her weakness.
Yet in the end...
...she permitted Ferzen to ravage her breasts as he pleased—distorting their shape, imprinting bite marks and crimson petals.
"Doesn't this prove it, Uriel? You want my affection. You want me to desire you."
In response to Ferzen's words, Uriel—face flushed and panting in pleasure, exuding a female musk—parted her lips.
"Don't... justify your rape..."
"Who's the one rationalizing...?"
Scoffing at her words, Ferzen slid his hand downward.
Her legs parted easily left and right.
He imprinted his mark on her inner thigh.
Due to her cycle, she'd padded her underwear, so the soaked white panties hid her entrance.
But...
"You're leaking."
The love juices trickling down her thigh glistened slickly, offering Ferzen's tongue a taste of sweetness.
"You sick fuck... pervert..."
Overwhelmed by unbearable shame, Uriel spat curses and struck Ferzen's head buried between her legs...
...but where his lips touched her thighs, a scalding heat erupted, too intense to bear, and her womb ached with each wave.
As if resenting that she couldn't conceive during her cycle.
No... this isn't right.
Her body, groomed from birth solely for him, sought to submit like a loyal dog to its master's touch.
But Uriel's reason forcibly rejected it, refusing to admit the truth.
Even as he flipped her over, milked her massive breasts like a cow, licked her spine...
...mussed her hair into the pillow, forced her onto all fours with her hips vulgarly raised, caressed her buttocks softly, and nibbled her earlobe.
"Nng! Hahk...!"
Uriel steadfastly pushed back against the pleasure and emotions invading her sanity.
By 7:20 p.m., Ferzen rose calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Unlike his refined demeanor, Uriel lay on the bed, her body covered in his marks everywhere.
Lewd fluids dripped from her cleft, soaking the sheets.
As if hating the sight of herself, she curled up like a baby... and sobbed like a child.
Ferzen gently stroked her body.
He hadn't intended to toy with her for so long.
Her direct fleshly scent, more potent than the lingering room fragrance, was like a drug—hard to pull away from.
This has to be pheromones.
"Uriel."
"..."
"I met Coleone. Soon, the day will come when he takes you away."
"..."
"The physician will arrive shortly. Ventilate and dress properly."
"Just... fuck off... and die on the way..."
To her vicious farewell, Ferzen smiled faintly and stepped away.
"Take care, then. I'll visit again."
The door opened, he unfurled his umbrella, and vanished quietly.
"Bastard..."
Alone in the room, Uriel pulled the covers over herself.
She'd been nearly naked before him, but his piercing insight made her feel spiritually stripped bare.
"Fucking dog..."
Spitting futile curses, Uriel touched her neck.
She gazed at the clear handprints on her wrists.
And slowly traced the marks he'd left on her body.
8:00 p.m.
Knock knock.
The physician knocked amid the rain and wind, but Uriel didn't hear.
He turned away and reported to Ferzen.
Hearing this, Ferzen wondered if Uriel had left...
...but she was still there.
She couldn't escape.
Once again, his promise of unpredictable visits bound her with an invisible leash.
That was the truth of the world.
Flowers planted in fields or gardens couldn't move of their own will.
They simply awaited bees... and longed for the gardener to tend them.
That was the natural order.