090 ─ Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred
“Ah, y-yes...!”
Uriel's body shuddered as she let out a moan, Ferzen's lips pressing against the exposed wing bones at the open back of her dress.
Swish.
But amid that lascivious sensation, Uriel could hardly focus. He handled her tense, rigid body like a toy, and before she knew it, he had slipped off her pristine white dress.
'So skilled...'
His movements in undressing her seemed more practiced than her own as a woman. It must be traces of that insignificant woman, Euphemia.
It irritated Uriel with jealousy, but...
Thud.
Soon the white dress pooled at her ankles, and as he peeled away her breast covers, Uriel couldn't hold back her shame and covered her ample breasts.
He was behind her, so he couldn't see, but the breeze cooled the sweat from her tension, sending a strange chill that filled her with considerable humiliation.
Squeeze!
“Hngh...!”
As she covered her breasts, his hand reached her waist, pressing firmly into the slight softness of her lower belly with his large palm.
She'd maintained herself diligently—did she really have that much to grab...?
Bent forward, her legs trembling, Uriel instinctively tensed her lower belly.
Poke!
“Kngh...!”
But as if displeased, Ferzen's finger prodded her navel and dug in, making Uriel's whole body quake as she forcibly relaxed, yielding her softened belly obediently.
“No need to be shy. This much is actually quite appealing.”
“D-don't... say empty words...”
“They're not empty. More importantly, Uriel—do you know?”
“K-know what...?”
“That there's a mirror right in front of you.”
“Ah...”
Raising her head at his words, she spotted the mirror clearly reflecting her moonlit body and hurriedly turned around.
She lacked the courage to face her own lustfully disheveled expression under his touch.
But she realized too late it was a foolish move. Turning away to avoid the mirror only let him appraise her naked form up close...
“...”
Glancing up slyly, her eyes met his red ones, and Uriel bowed her head.
Unlike usual, the raw desire in his gaze toward her was too much to bear.
Yet deep down, she was glad. And her body accepted that joy with brutal honesty.
A tingling, itchy pleasure rose from her core. Was the trickle down her thighs sweat? Or her lewd nectar?
A thicker, feminine scent wafted pungently.
Twitch!
When Ferzen gently peeled away the sweat-matted strands from her forehead, Uriel clamped her thighs tightly together.
Even such minor contact made her body hypersensitive.
He drew closer, burying his face in her nape—or so she thought, but he merely whispered.
“When are you removing those hands?”
“...”
Getting no reply, he seized her hands shielding her breasts and forced them down.
Her erect pink nipples were vulgarly exposed before him.
Unable to endure the shame, Uriel raised her hands again, but...
“Such troublesome hands.”
His chiding words froze them midair like a lost child's.
Grasping that hand, Ferzen guided it slyly to the bulge in his trousers and said,
“If your hands are idle, why not do as you did in the corridor just now?”
“...”
His amused chuckle tickled her ear.
Yet unlike in the corridor, Uriel's hand stiffened, unmoving.
To ease her tension, Ferzen traced lazy circles around her areola with his index finger.
“Mmngh...”
A faint moan escaped at the ticklish sensation, but...
“Ahk!”
Soon he pinched her perky nipple and twisted gently, making her instinctively grip his crotch as her body jerked.
“D-don't... pull...”
The sight of her elastic breast stretching lewdly at his fingertips was more humiliating than expected, so Uriel pleaded in a sniffling voice.
“Ah, ahk!”
But even that rebellion he punished, toying with her nipple as if milking her.
Was he treating her like a dairy cow from the pasture...?
“Aang!”
He gripped her breast hard enough to leave handprints.
It wasn't painless, but Uriel welcomed even that. Seeing him devour her body without restraint filled the void that had lingered for so long.
“Ah...”
His hand slowly caressed her breast, sliding down her side...
Squelch!
As it slipped boldly into her silk black panties, Uriel arched her back in bewilderment.
“Hng!”
But Ferzen wouldn't allow it, clutching her ass with his other hand and yanking her hips back.
“Quite... soaked, aren't you.”
Under the soft yet slightly coarse pubic hair, he stroked her slick folds and murmured.
“I-it's... sweat...”
“Is it now.”
Uriel denied it instantly, but Ferzen replied indifferently, smirking as he patted her crotch with a broadened palm.
Slap! Squelch!
Each lewd sound from below made Uriel squeeze her eyes shut.
But closing them only sharpened her hearing, the obscene noises proving it wasn't sweat.
“Hik...!”
His bent middle finger probed slowly into her untouched virgin depths, and Uriel hunched forward, clutching his forearm.
“Hng...! Nngh...!”
Her plump, fleshy mound. Beyond it, his touch scraped tantalizingly near her hymen, making her quiver like an aspen leaf.
A pleasure she'd never known. She'd touched herself before, but his fingers felt incomparably better.
Yet feeling helplessly toyed with by him shamed her, so in defiance, Uriel reached out with trembling hands and gripped his trouser waistband.
She undid the buttons securing it...
“Ah...?”
Uriel froze, words failing her. Fear gripped her momentarily.
Unlike the vague sense through his pants, his cock—barely contained by underwear—looked like a weapon.
Drip.
As if in terror-induced incontinence, her pussy gushed sticky nectar, lewdly soaking his palm.
Thud.
Helping her hesitant self, Ferzen guided her hand to pull down even his underwear.
Now fully exposed, Uriel took in his cock with wide eyes, gazing up at him with a pitiful pout.
“Th-this thing...”
It couldn't possibly fit.
Her expression so perfectly stoked his sadism that Ferzen withdrew his hand from her pussy, seized her ass with both, and pulled her into his embrace.
His throbbing-hot cock pressed flat against her smooth belly.
“Hik...!”
Each pulsing throb against her skin made Uriel flinch.
Transparent, sticky fluid—reeking of ripe femininity—poured endlessly down her thighs.
It seemed less arousal than a pathetic instinct for survival.
“Nngh...”
Enjoying her smooth skin, he rocked his hips slowly, venting his lust.
She'd heard men's cocks had no bone, yet Ferzen's was so rigid it pressed painfully into her belly.
“It hurts...”
Clutching his forearm cautiously, she murmured, and...
“Kngh...!”
He jabbed harder into her belly.
Then, murmuring low into her quivering ear,
“...!”
Uriel panicked at his words, her already flushed face burning hotter.
“Ah...!”
His hand led her toward the bed.
Creek!
Sitting on the edge, he spread soft linens on the floor and watched her.
“...”
Uriel glanced at her breasts, then quietly knelt on the fabrics.
It was mortifying, but he'd said clearly: he'd never done this with Euphemia.
An experience she'd share with him, but Euphemia never would... Uriel craved it. Coveted it.
So she endured the shame and humiliation.
“I-I'll do it...”
Cradling her breasts from below with her palms, she leaned in, enveloping his throbbing cock warmly.
Sweat beaded in her cleavage like raindrops, ensuring no dry friction.
His flushed glans peeked through her cleavage. Buried in her tits, the monstrous thing seemed almost cute.
Pat.
She'd only enveloped it, yet he placed a hand on her head, stroking as if in praise...
Uriel knew she shouldn't be pleased, yet motivation surged.
“Ah...”
“What is it?”
“N-nothing...”
Regret tinged her at his hand withdrawing after a few strokes, but begging for more was too embarrassing.
Unable to let go, she leaned her head forward slightly.
Even that felt too direct, so she squeezed her breasts tighter.
The increased pressure drew a faint groan from Ferzen.
'Feels good, doesn't it...'
His slightly unraveled expression. Craving more of it, Uriel slowly moved her breasts.
Squelch!
Gliding smoothly on the sweat in her cleavage, his cock rubbed with lewd, embarrassing sounds.
Squish!
His soft moans egged her on, so she didn't stop.
Her lewd tits bounced fiercely on his lap.
Kneeling naked save for panties before a man, servicing his lust-engorged cock with her breasts... Not a shred of the dignity befitting Alfred's daughter remained.
A moment later, as ecstasy deepened and her knees began to chafe even on the linens...
“Hauk!”
Ferzen suddenly pressed her shoulders, shoving their bodies flush. Uriel startled,
but as his cock throbbed violently and erupted, she endured the shoulder pain, warmly cradling him through his climax.
Spurt, spurt!
Thick, fishy seed spilled into her cleavage.
At first, the sheer volume made her wonder if he was urinating on her, but...
Watching the white flood fill her cleavage, she realized her mistake.
“Ha...!”
Ferzen shuddered, exhaling pent-up breath.
His hands released her shoulders. Feeling the cum reflux down to her belly, Uriel parted her breasts slightly to look.
“Ah...”
It was utterly drenched in his seed. Not mere ejaculation, but as if he'd defecated it onto her body.
'With that woman...'
Had they not been intimate often? Knowing semen volume correlated with abstinence, Uriel gripped his cock, suspecting residual.
Awkwardly stroking, she brought her face close.
Splurt!
“Eut!”
Even with her clumsy touch, leftover cum spurted, staining her face and hair.
Uriel only winced slightly, unperturbed, and bowed her head.
Tongue extended, she carefully licked under his glans.
She knew of fellatio, but chose not to—afraid he'd withhold a kiss if she took it fully in her mouth.
Once she'd milked every drop, even the dregs, Uriel presented her defiled form to Ferzen entirely.
In the past, trained by the underworld's priciest whore—not in technique, but exhaustively in men's psychology.
One conversation etched deepest:
「Miss. Do you know why even high-ranking noblemen secretly visit us?」
「No idea...」
「The answer is simple.」
「...」
「They can't fully vent their lust. Even in bed, they never cross lines.」
「Lines?」
「Social status, how they'll be seen, or love forcing courteous restraint...」
「Not sure I get it...」
「No need. Just remember this, miss.」
「...」
「A woman who accepts their lust wholly, who lets them shed all pretense... By day, maybe not—but at night, she'll always have that man by her side.」
Yes, Uriel recalled and acted on those words now. To show Ferzen he could defile her however, as much as he wanted.
“Ah...!”
Meeting his eyes, he seized her arm and yanked her onto the bed in one swift motion.
Startled by the rough handling, Uriel squirmed, but Ferzen manhandled her onto all fours like a bitch, gripping her waist and hoisting her hips up.
“Kuh...! Hng!”
His hand pressing her nape warned against futile struggles, terrifying her.
But twisting to meet his red eyes once more...
“Ah...”
Uriel realized: To him now, she was nothing but a female.
The corrupted pheromone scent bore an aphrodisiac effect—subtly different from ordinary ones.
Indifferent, it stirred lewd thoughts.
Lewd, it bred the urge to embrace.
Embracing, it incited the impulse to ravage.
Slide.
Soon he brazenly stripped her panties. Lewd nectar stretched in a long, breaking thread.
“Hng...!”
His hand swept her flawless, obscene white ass, making Uriel's hips buck.
'Surely...'
Everything was visible, unhidden. In shame, she clenched her pristine pink anus and the unused, petal-red inner folds.
“Ah, ah...!”
But Ferzen's large hands gripped her cheeks, prying them apart to mock her efforts.
“N-no... d-don't look...!”
Clutching the bedding, Uriel begged.
She knew where his gaze lingered.
Her clenching anus, denied by his spreading—its shy wrinkles pulsed endlessly, shyly blooming and closing, flowering and wilting every second.
Simultaneously, his thumbs splayed her pussy wide.
“Hng...!”
Lewd inner flesh, the slick little hole meant to take him.
“Ha...”
As if restraint ended here, Ferzen positioned beneath her cheeks.
His weapon-like cock rubbed her ass cleft, its heat searing; Uriel curled her toes tightly.
In this moment... she, Uriel, was solely Ferzen's bitch.