V2 Chapter 159
“…!?”
The beautiful woman opened her eyes in surprise.
One look at his face was enough to know he was silently urging her to swallow it, and she did so. It’s not like she has any choice as it already pooled on her mouth, and her lips were held, hostage. She could feel Cian’s syrup descending her throat and reaching her stomach.
Normally, anyone would think that this was something dirty. However, for some unknown reason, she actually could not find it dirty. A desire was starting to take root inside her body—she wanted to hug Cian sexually. So she sucked in as much of the fragrant man’s juices as she could. While her tongue tangled with his and swallowed the saliva that poured into her mouth, her entire body seemed to go numb. She trembled again, and her body shivered against him, bringing a very wicked smile to his lips.
The beautiful woman, who was being assaulted by passion, and getting drunk in lust, finally stop struggling from his embrace. And to Cian’s surprise, her hands came up, one holding the back of his head while the other cupped his cheek.
The tender, encompassing nature of the embrace startled Cian greatly, though at the same time, unexpectedly soothed the ragged edges of his volatile mood. His tongue stroked into her mouth, finding the taste of between jasmine and cinnamon, and her own natural sweetness. Cian groaned, becoming even more ravenous of her, but unwilling to devour. He’d thought he needed hard and fast. But he was proven wrong.
Though clumsily, she tried to respond, catching his lower lip between her teeth and tugged, her lips soft and wet, her tongue a velvet lash. Then, he playfully caught her clumsy-playing tongue with his teeth and bit. Though, gently, playfully sucking it. Her eyes widened in shock, but he let her go immediately after, and once again teased her inside with his unnaturally somewhat long tongue.
Swallowing her gasp, Cian slipped his hand around her, stroking his hands up her shoulders, then her chest over her large breasts. Further down his hands slid, slowly, torturing her with its circuitous path alongside his incredible devouring kiss. Across her stomach, along her lips, and finally circling towards her pussy. Cian’s eyes somewhat widened in surprise. Unexpected, or rather as expected, the beautiful lassy was not wearing any underwear. Is there even a concept of underwear in this primeval land?
The strange heat of his hands against her skin was mesmerizing, almost too hot to bear. The red-haired woman held her breath while his fingers played over her body, dipped deeper into the sweet cleft between her thighs. Just thinking about where his fingers were about to touch was enough to strip the air from her lungs. When those fingertips brush over her sex, she gasped, and he grinned against her neck. “So wet,” he breathed. A probing finger slipped into the wet pool between her nether lips, teasing them open.
“Aaauuuugggh~!!” The beautiful red-haired woman could not believe it felt so good to have someone else licking inside her mouth and having her moist, and wet genital being touched and played with. And she lost herself in the process even drool spilled from the corner of her mouth, which was completely unlady-like. With one hand standing on the ground just beside her face, and his other hand cupping her pussy through her increasingly uncomfortable dress, the beautiful red=haired felt bound more tightly than iron shackles could have managed.
This man had complete control over her body, and the look in his eyes told her he wanted it that way.
She trembled.
“W-wa, wait …nh, nhh…”
His hand pressed harder against her, and her drooling labia spread for him, parting against the heat coming through the thin fabric from his palm. Suddenly even the dress she was wearing seemed like no barrier at all.
“You want this too, don’t you?” he said, halting the movement of his fingers.
The detestable little demon pressing against her had obviously the advantage, and he pressed it. The hand he hadn't already buried between her legs slid down from her jaw to close around her throat, not squeezing, but circling it like a collar and pressing her head gently back against the ground. The position forced her spine to straighten even further than lying on the ground while being pressed by his entire figure as if trying to cover all of her--pinned between his hard, hot body and the hard ground, unable to look at anything but him.
He stared into her eyes, his thumb smoothing the skin of her vulnerable throat while his other hand began to rub the furrow between her thighs with firm, steady pressure. She felt like a toy, positioned for his pleasure, dominated and controlled beneath his hands, and his eyes and his breathtaking presence.
So why the hell was she so excited?
Why did she have to fight to keep from whimpering, to keep her hands from pushing him away, resulting in them turning into snakes that coiled around his neck, to keep her eyes from drifting shut and unable to see him, and to keep her thighs from parting wider to urge him closer. Should she really enjoy being treated like some sort of sexual tool or slave for a strange demon she had never seen before?
“I…I don’t know,”
Was this really happening? How could I stop him? Did I even want to stop him? She questioned herself, but all she could do was close her eyes and wait. Was I scared? Sure. Who would not be? Did I want him? She doesn’t know. The red-haired woman could feel her body craving something, and she was powerless to fight against it. she couldn’t do anything but give in to the magnetism of his strange man, this mysterious demon.
Despite her defiant thoughts, her eyes stared at him with pure lust and desire that Cian had seen on many women he had bed with up until now. As proof of that, the beautiful Dryad eventually stuck out her own tongue and licked at his mouth like a baby Swallow asking its mother for food. His gaze locked with hers. She was flushed and beautiful, her crimson eyes clear and open, yet tinged with lust.
"Oh, you will enjoy," Cian smiled mischievously. His fierce expression somewhat cools down, replaced by a savage grin of an imp. His fingers slid forward between her puffy lips, pressing the rough seam of her dress against her tender flesh until he nudged her clit.
The beautiful woman bit back a moan but couldn't control the way her hips rolled into his touch. His touch had become gentle, enticing. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip. Cian’s fingers continued to caress and tease. She felt moisture trickle.
With his mind disturbed by the raging lust and violence caused by the fusion of soul, Cian's smile seemed more wicked, more evil, and more alluring than normal. He looks down at her, with his lips curved into a menacing smile; "A woman can fight what she knows is going to happen, although I can't see the point. Might as well go for the gusto, right?"
"W, what?!" She trembled, against his touch, against his voice, against his overpowering gaze and desire.
"Don't worry. I'm not really expecting an answer."
Before the beautiful Dryad could snap out from her reverie, “Chiiiikaaasshh!” a loud sound of clothes being torn broke the silence in the forest. The beautiful woman felt even chillier. She instantly realized that her clothes were already gone. But before she could even defend, she felt a cold hand reaching between her thighs and rubbing her hip insatiably. Her heat almost burning Cian’s hand.
“You’re getting wet.” Chuckling, Cian smoothed her moisture along her red-hair covered mons. “Your body is incredibly wonderful, responding to my slightest touch. Tell me, love, do you like being dominated, tied down to be fucked? Made prisoner to the desires of men? For I can't help but noticed that my touch excites you, isn’t it?”
She moaned and squirmed, becoming damp. Electricity sparked through her from the waist down. She desperately wanted to comply, but his manipulation had stripped the last of the strength from her defiance. Moaning through her open mouth, she stared down at what he was doing. His dominating hold made its impact throughout her. Although her strength is surely above him, with power beyond the little imp above struggling her, she gave no thought to kicking him. Neither did she want to move.
"Don't fight, that’s right… don't defy..." His alluring voice tempting like a devil. "Now spread your legs," He’d order her to do. But only if she could still get her brain to respond. Cian continued to hold on while she inched her legs even further outward stopping when the pull on her thigh muscles became more than she could ignore.
"You will be mine, so why not give yourself more freedom, free yourself from restriction--" He began sliding his hand between her legs. Just thinking about where his fingers were about to touch was enough to strip the air form the beautiful woman’s lungs.
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“You—!!? Let…Hmm...” Then, suddenly his forefinger slid between her labia lips in search of her entrance. She groaned loudly, unable to restrain her voice as Cian’s fingers stroke the moist slit of her wet cave. She bit her lip again as she felt a rush of liquid heat slips from her.
Oh, God, his forefinger slid between her labial lips in search of an entrance! She widened her stances and arched her pelvis toward him to assist his journey. With her sensitive parts being touched and rubbed by those fingers, the beautiful woman gradually lost her defenses. Seeming pleased by her submission, Cian smiled widely and slid two fingers inside her.
The beautiful woman squealed until his free hand came up to cover her mouth. Inside her, he twisted the fingers, and Sophia could do nothing but freeze helplessly beneath him, her arm straining painfully behind her, but the pleasure was overriding the pain, making her mind blanked out, daze, gasping and moaning.
Cian had turned her into a woman, pure primitive woman. Thanks to him, nothing else existed. She bent backwards on the rough ground, her body arching upwards while he violated her with his hands and his mouth. Every sound she made was muffled to a dim wail by his hand crushed over her lips. Then, those fingers in his hands went inside her mouth and grasped her tongue with his digits, doubling the pleasure she was feeling.
Slowly, as his fingers slicked in and out of her body, her whimpering turned into moans of grudging pleasure.
“You like it, don’t you?” his voice echoed around her ears, and his words bounce off every tree and plants in the area.
She moaned. He started stroking her neck, reminding of her own vulnerability, but with his buried finger now moving back and forth, she simply dove into it. Heated energy flowed over her unbelievably sensitive skin almost as if the air itself was whipping her. “You’re even more beautiful when you look so helpless and agonizing,” he chuckled.
Fighting back the heat, mixed with pain and pleasure flowing through her veins, she struggled to pay attention. Only then did she realize, she couldn’t find any strength to fight back, and couldn’t help moaning. Her arms gave up the fight as well and she let herself be controlled to the very tips of her body.
“Wa, wait…! F, fine…”
The beautiful woman was feeling frustrated for the first time. Cian’s saliva seemed to possess such a powerful aphrodisiac effect that one would suspect he had snuck a magic potion into it, so she felt like she was walking on the clouds of a dream.
What’s fine…? Cian who was savoring the feeling on his hand suddenly heard those words and couldn’t help but stop. But it was only for a moment as he had heard his voice coming straight from her mind, and he realized what she was on to. "Aauuuuh...!" she moaned loudly as Cian started going in and out, in and out, his large finger gliding effortlessly over tissues so sensitive, she thought they might shred.
“D, do whatever you want…but, but don’t do it like this…!” she pleaded with glazed eyes and wanting expression. She was displaying her fear, anger, hate, up until now, but at this moment, she look at him, all of those emotions were already gone. Replaced by a hotter, more pressing emotion.
Cian stared at her with an intensity that unnerved her, he then ran his other hand from the side of her head and from there between her breasts. He kept the thrusting movement going. This girl, did she just give him permission to assault her? he felt amused.
“You, you despicable demon! Si, since I can’t fight back anyway, but at, at least be, be gentle…”
She spoke fiercely, but her body started to turn warm and wet. The power of lust invading her body from Cian’s shameless actions was gradually invading her senses. Sometimes, usually at the end of her usual, boring and dull day, she'd fall asleep accompanied by thoughts of what sex would feel like. Her favorite was to imagine herself as part of a King's harem, playing with her King and his other concubines. She would act like a fox and seduce them, with her magic and skills, just like the memories that she had inherited from her mother.
And now it was happening, but although completely different than what she had imagined but she had realized at this moment, that the little demon imp owned not just her body due to his fusion with her mother; the Ten tailed Fox who gave her life, but also her mind and soul and heart, she knew to willingly turn those things over to this little demon imp...for now...at least, for this very moment.
The reality was different, and yet it wasn't.
Both fed the same needs.
And most of all, in exchange for a humble and willing sex partner, no matter what direction his desires took them, she was assured that he would surely fell in her hand at the end. And her freedom will follow.
"Take me as you will...give me a moment to remember, for eternity demon spawn...at least you owe me that for this unwillingness force of love,"
Fighting back the heat flowing through her veins, the beautiful woman struggled to pay attention. Only then did she realize he'd clamped his thumb and forefinger over a nipple and was applying a fair amount of pressure. Pain and pleasure rolled over her, the sensations conflicting and complementing each other.
"Take you as I will...?"
Cian’s crazy mind suddenly calmed down. Though there were still voices within his mind that were screaming and crying like a wild beast howling, his will and self-control was not something that can easily be underestimated. He might have lost himself a while ago, but as time passed by, the taste and feelings coming from this woman were slowly clearing his mind, like pure water that was washing the dirt on the shore. Though, even with a clear mind, Cian didn’t have any intention of stopping. In fact, as he looks at the beautiful woman, he suddenly recalled the records he had read before.
There are many strange and incredible beings that resided in the forests, typically magical forests like this one. And among them, were those magical beings known as ‘Dryads’.
They are a special kind of nymph that dwells inside trees that are hundreds and thousands of years old. Because the death of the tree means their own death, they will protect it from harm, cursing and killing people if need be. In fact, Sibylla was among this group. However, her race was not similar to this Tree Dwelling Spirits. Although they were Dryad’s they are considered more in the Spirit side, rather than the true Tree Dwelling Spirits.
They are the descendants of Nymphs and Nature Spirits.
Although known as Dryads, they are many tribes and groups under this classification. And among them was Sibylla’s Fesperides Clan.
What’s more is that, among the monsters of lust or what they call Sexual Creatures, aside from Succubus and Incubus, there was also some mention about Evil Dryads.
The Demon Alraune.
Most Demon Alraune seduces men. And when the men passed out from their intercourse, when they would become vulnerable and weak, they would capture them and imprison them inside their tree. Although Dryads would not directly kill them, they will slowly suck the life and essence out of them, turning them into their fertilizers.
This woman… is she trying to capture him…?
Cian’s mouth curved wickedly. Did she actually think he cannot read her mind? With the new power coursing through him, she was like an open book in front of him.
Let’s see if you can try…!!
Cian felt his body was full of energy he doesn’t know how to use it. But now he knew.
The ample milky bosom, the straight, slender thighs...The beautiful woman’s breasts were full and large, that he couldn't hold with one hand. Deadly attraction flickered from these treasures that could drive any man crazy instantly.
One hand of her was covering her left breast while the other hand was hiding her fragranced red grassland. Her face was depressed, innocent and lovely at the same time. However, through the touch of his finger clamping around his hardened nut, Cian was assured of one thing. He could even see that her ivory cheeks flushed red, and her scarlet-colored eyes shone with desire. She’s as horny as I am, he realized.
The pheromones of a sex-depraved Alraune rose from her entire body. Cian who has strong self-control even almost became drowned by her. Filled with arousal that had nowhere to go, Cian stared at her, his expression slowly regaining its clarity.
The beautiful woman seemed to have noticed this as well, as she displayed a wry smile. Then, suddenly she asked him a question as his gaze moved from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “What, is it?”
“…I want to fuck you, and I don’t need your freaking permission.” His words are sharp and direct.
“I know…but women like their first time memorable…” the Dryad smiled wryly as her beautiful crimson eyes stayed on his face. Just looking at his firm, authoritative expression and his austere, compelling face sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't read his thoughts, unlike to other beings. Perhaps this is because of the influence of her mother flowing through him that shielded him from her, who had the same, but inferior powers.
Although she was jealous, for she had tried before to take over it, but failed. And yet this strange demon who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere had taken her mother's power so easily she almost gone numb from shock and horror. And although she was angry, now she couldn't care. Her body didn't care at this moment.
That power will soon be hers!
“… …”
First? This woman…could she be…
Cian stared at the magnificent hills in front of him.
The tip pointed outward a bit and had somewhat lost to gravity, but that was unavoidable given its watermelon size. In fact, the beautiful curves had maintained their shape to an impressive extent given the size and the beautiful pink point stuck out from the center of a largish areola. It may have been no exaggeration to call it a miraculous bust. The more he looked at the beautiful woman’s magnificent breasts, the more beautiful they seemed. Even the thick and fleshy pussy lips were wet with lots of nectar and closed tightly together, but they were twitching as if to lure in a man.
When she sensed his heated gaze, the beautiful Blood Alraune’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment
“W, what do you think of my body?”
Anything else he might say would make more sense than this, but with the relentless pressure on her nipple providing direction, she forced her full attention to his words.
“It’s amazingly pretty.” Said Cian, breathing his hot breath into her face as he spoke. The sensation it created on the sensitive skin of her cheek making her melt.
“I, it’s so embarrassing when you stare like that…”
She smiled bashfully. The sight erased all rational thought from Cian’s mind. He leaned over her like a puppy jumping on its owner and he stole her alluring red lips. He saw her widening her eyes somewhat but he won’t stop. Like a ravenous hyena devouring its prey, he molested her tongue with his own, his taste buds savoring the taste of hers that he had gotten to like.
“Ahn, gentle……nh, kiss…hold me tighter…” she murmured, but still tried to respond as much as she could, bending forward to take his mouth even more. She licked across his parted lips; then slipped inside and teased him with gentleness. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, eating her mouth in a way that made her achy and wet.
The beautiful woman’s face was dyed red. She doesn’t know what she was doing, but she felt it was the right thing.
Rather than be taken forcefully, like an animal, why not give in to him, and save her revenge in the end?
The beautiful woman smiled coldly inside her mind, not knowing what lies ahead was not what she had expected…!