Volume 13 Chapter 7 Chelsea’s fate ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…You’re so skilled. Do you do this to those girls every night?” she asked.
”Hmm, yeah. I mean, you’re more likely to do it to them?” I teased.
”What’s that?” Chelsea muttered, breathless after climax. Her voice carried a bitter edge, but beneath it was a sweetness I hadn’t heard from her before.
That made me smile. I stroked her still-trembling clitoris with my fingers.
”Ah!? Wait—”
Her voice spilled out even sweeter than before.
”Ah, wait, ah!? Ah, ahhh… ah, it’s been so long since anyone’s gone down on me… it feels so good… mmm.”
Sliding between her thighs, I licked her glistening, wet pink slit. She didn’t resist; instead she moaned, pressing her hips against my face, urging, more, more. Naturally, my own arousal burned higher.
I slid my middle finger into her soaking, inviting heat, my palm pressed against her belly. At the same time, I teased her erect navel with my lips and tongue, sucking lightly, even grazing it with my teeth, while my pinky brushed her tight rim.
”Oh! So amazing! So good… ah! Ah!? I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!”
Her hips convulsed violently as climax took her. I held her down, slurping and tonguing obscenely until she screamed again.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!? I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
She arched, shuddering through an even fiercer orgasm.
”Ah, it’s been so long since I’ve come this hard… Until now, everyone just used me as they pleased. No one ever gave me foreplay.”
Chelsea’s words were oddly clear, almost refreshed, like someone stepping out of a bath. I hesitated, unsure how to respond—it felt too serious for this moment.
”Well, I’m going to make you feel even better now, so be ready,” I said lightly, teasing.
Her face was still flushed when she grinned provocatively. “That sounds fun. Let’s watch this handsome man perform his tea ceremony.”
Right—this was something we should enjoy together, not burden with solemnity.
”Well then,” I whispered, leaning close, locking eyes with her.
”Chelsea, let’s begin. Will you accept my life?”
She tilted her gaze up, nodding slightly. “Yes.”
In that instant, a path of magic linked us. Life’s pulse surged through me, flooding my groin, hardening me unbearably. Driven by the spell’s force and my own lust, I pressed myself against her slick warmth and thrust forward.
”Kyaaan!? What is this? It’s incredible… it just slipped inside!”
Her melting cry filled my ears. The Life-Sharing spell magnified every sensation, drowning her in overwhelming pleasure.
”Y-you!?” she gasped as I moved.
Even a single stroke made her body and voice tremble as if she’d been wrung out in climax. My own body shuddered with unbearable bliss as I continued to thrust.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! What… what is this!? Ah!”
Her pleasure, so far beyond the ordinary, seemed to frighten her. She shook her head as if to flee reality, but I held her down, kissing her hard, twisting my tongue against hers, drinking her moans as I pounded steadily. The magic’s ecstasy was so consuming it felt more curse than blessing. Tears ran from my eyes as I clung to her, entwined mouth and body.
Gradually she responded in rhythm—tongue meeting mine, hips moving with me. But at this pace I was close to my limit.
”Pah! I’m cumming, Chelsea! I’m going to spill inside you!”
I gripped her hips, thrusting deeper. Tears and saliva wet her face as she smiled, seductive and desperate all at once.
”Cum! Make me cum! Make me cum!” she begged, clenching around me, matching my rhythm with perfect urgency.
”I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Chelseaaaaaaa!”
With a final thrust, I poured into her, hot and violent.
”Ah!? Ahhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhh—”
Her scream rose with mine as the spell completed. Her skin smoothed like a newborn’s, soft as Lena’s had been when I’d shared life with her before. Relief washed through me.
”Yes. I’m glad it succeeded again,” I murmured.
”Hhhn… this…” Chelsea stirred, consciousness slowly returning. She lifted her hands, flexing her fingers as if amazed at their freedom.
”It’s back… my body really came back…”
She hugged herself tightly, tears slipping down her cheeks.
”Thank you… thank you… I can’t even express it…”
Her sobs carried gratitude instead of despair. The lifeless eyes she once had now shone with fragile hope.
”You don’t need to thank me. I did it because I wanted to—besides, I got my perks too,” I joked lightly.
T/N: pun on yakutoku—both “benefit” and “sexual perk.”
She glanced down at my still-rigid cock. “…But you’re still ready, aren’t you?”
Yeah. The spell’s side effects hadn’t faded, and lately, one round was never enough. My body still burned for her.
Whether she sensed that or still floated on the magic’s haze, she suddenly rolled onto all fours, lowering her chest to the floor and spreading herself with both hands, baring her tight second hole.
”Why don’t you try enjoying this one with that magnificent cock of yours?” she teased shamelessly.
Her ass twitched, offered openly. “It’s clean. I haven’t eaten since being bound.”
I knelt behind her. “Well, first I should say hello. Kiss.”
After giving her lips a quick kiss, I trailed my tongue down to the tight crease.
”Ah, you’re licking me there?” she moaned.
I pressed my tongue in, slowly widening her. Her tightness yielded, accepting me. Carefully, I teased her depths, slurping in and out.
”Ah, ah, ah… my ass feels so good… I’m so happy you’re preparing me so gently…”
Her voice trembled with bliss. I thought of how she must have been used here before—no care, no foreplay, just taken. The thought filled me with anger, so I lavished even more careful attention.
”Hey, hey… it hurts if you do that too long… hurry, put it in…”
Her plea came in a moan. I wanted it too. I withdrew my tongue, positioned myself, and pushed forward. Her rim resisted for an instant, then opened to me.
”Ah! O-oh-oh-oh…”
Her cry echoed as I sank deeper inside.
Once the thickest part of her tip slid inside, the rest was swallowed whole. My hips pressed flush against her backside—we were joined to the very base.
”Mmm… it’s all in… ah, Chelsea, your ass feels incredible,” I groaned.
The entrance gripped me tight, but within it was soft, almost airy, yet somehow clung to every inch of me. That strange contradiction was entrancing, a pleasure only her rear could give.
”Mmm… Soyuz, your cock is so big… it feels like my ass is being reshaped,” Chelsea whispered, her breath hot, her voice quivering as though drunk on the sensation.
Now and then she tightened around me as if to tease, squeezing me on purpose—sending jolts of pleasure straight through my gut and stoking my hunger further.
”I’m moving,” I warned, gripping her hips hard.
I thrust forward, driven by a rising need to devour that forbidden hole. Each time my tip dragged along her clenching walls, sparks of ecstasy shot through me. Chelsea muffled her cries,
”Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I couldn’t tell if her voice carried pain or pleasure. But her front was wet, dripping nectar, her back slick with sweat as she writhed beneath me, meeting my rhythm. There was no mistaking it—she wanted this too.
So I gave myself over, thrusting harder, reveling in the obscene friction. This wasn’t the holy act of creation, but a twisted, guilty indulgence, and I couldn’t stop. Perhaps she felt the same; her cries now laced with embarrassment, so unlike when I took her normally.
The wet slaps of our bodies echoed, filthy, relentless. Chelsea shook her head desperately,
”No! No!” she whimpered.
But her body betrayed her. Her hole clenched in hungry pulses, milking me, while from the front she squirted helplessly. Watching her so debased pushed me over the edge.
The urge rose uncontrollably, boiling in my core. I slammed into her with reckless force.
”I’m gonna cum, Chelsea! Inside your ass—I’m cumming!”
Her body seized tighter and tighter around me until—
”It’s coming!”
Spurt after spurt of thick heat poured into her, flooding her depths.
”Oh! Ohhh—!” she screamed, her body jerking like she’d been struck by lightning, trembling violently in the grip of overwhelming ecstasy.
”Ahh… so good… it feels so good…”
Even as my climax drained into her, her anus convulsed, sucking, milking, until I shuddered, wrung dry. Finally, I let go of her hips. Chelsea collapsed face-first, limp, as the seed I’d poured into her spilled out messily.
”Ah… ahh… ahhh…” she moaned, lost in the aftershocks, voice blurred as if dreaming. Her ass still twitched with each tremor, hungry even after release.
The sight alone hardened me again.
”Okay, Chelsea, let me in again, alright?” I murmured, straddling her thighs and pressing against her swollen, messy opening.
”Huh? Ah—are you… again? Ohhhh!?” she cried as I sank back inside.
Her hole, lax only moments ago, clenched tight in shock around me. I leaned back at the sheer ecstasy, then pressed forward, wrapping my arms around her sweaty body, squeezing her breasts, whispering in her ear,
”You feel incredible, Chelsea. Let me cum again, okay?”
”Hehe… yeah… cum a lot… it’s good…” she gasped, trembling in bliss even as tears streamed down.
With her permission, I moved relentlessly, drilling her, while she clung and came again and again. We lost ourselves in the forbidden intoxication, drowning in it, over and over.
Until morning came.
When Lydia opened the door, she found us collapsed together, our bodies drenched in milky white, sprawled like corpses.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
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