Okay, so before I begin, a few things are in order.
One, I didn’t upload yesterday because I was going through the novel yesterday and today, since you know I took a long break, so the content might be a little inconsistent with what I have in my mind. Anyway, I’ll admit I found some but nothing too major. At least that’s what I believe but that is for the readers to decide. This is a heads-up as there could be some changes up ahead, and if you don’t understand anything, let me know in the comments.
Second, I wanted to perfect this smut scene. Actually, this is more of an experiment into rough sex. Read it let me know what you guys think.
That’s it, enjoy~~
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Chapter 136
Damn.
Only now I realized that Zara was a princess who had some sort of a backstory when she was sent to Hector as his wife in some backwater town.
The extravagance of this room was something of a mix of medieval and fantasy. Something you’ve seen in those old fantasy shows with fire burning, only it was the mana stones here, and polished floors, only there were tiles here.
“Come in.” Zara led me into her room, a giant room. More like a hall.
The bed wasn’t resting against a wall in the room; it was set in the middle, and everything was set around it. The wardrobes were attached to the wall but didn’t seem fixed, and there were some ornaments that one would find in a typical woman’s room. Oh, and a fancy fireplace. That was a must in every noble house.
However, there was nothing extra. There was one giant desk with bookshelves above it, with books of various kinds. Magic study, probably.
“You are the second man ever to come to my room. Consider yourself honored.” Zara said as she dropped her clothes without a moment’s hesitation.
“I can only lament I am not the first,” I replied with a corny line.
“Well, you didn’t give birth to me either, so what can I do about it?” Zara nonchalantly said as she lay down on the bed on her back and raised her legs in a V shape, showing me her flawless, hairless slit in all its glory.
“Has your husband never been here either, if you don’t mind me asking?” I asked as I also took off my clothes, but instead of mounting her, I lay down next to her.
“It was a marriage of convenience.” Zara eyed me, as if asking me with her eyes as to what I was doing.
I activated the state of completion, and the depressing stub on my groin began to grow into a magnificent nine-inch cock.
Zara’s eyes fell on it and never moved again.
“I was thinking we could do something else today, Lady Zara. If you do not mind.” I asked, but my voice sounded more demanding than like I was making a request.
“And what would that be?” Zara asked.
“I have not felt your mouth on my penis for some time now. I was wondering if you could begin with that before we move on to what I have planned for the night.” I requested, this time politely, since I could only push myself that far.
“…Alright.” Zara got up, settling herself between my knees on all fours, and once she was in position, she grabbed my dick with her hands and began to stroke it.
“Hn~”
The softness and the grip were in contrast, but perfectly enhanced each other, making that simple handjob very pleasant. Not to mention, Zara was a genius, only second to Martha when it came to sexual techniques.
“I see you feel good from this.” Zara remarked before she looked at me and then at my arms behind my head before she asked, “Are you not going to grab my head this time?”
Haha.
I guess that was on me. I had been quite rough with her since the beginning, so all she knew was rough treatment during sex. It was normal for her.
“Not today, my lady. I was wondering, since I am the second man in this room, I should show you proper affection, which you never got from your husband.” I worded each word very carefully, speaking slowly but firmly, gauging her expression with each word.
“…”
Zara remained silent for a while but kept her eyes locked on mine. Something was going through her eyes, maybe the complex feelings of a woman who was never properly loved, or something like that.
While sexual actions didn’t exist in this world, feelings of romance and love did exist.
Every woman craved attention from a man. It was no different in this world. Albeit the affection she fantasized was not her in between my knees, and my cock in her hands, ready to be devoured by her lips.
“Strange of you to say.” She finally said after a while, her voice firm, “You’re not even my husband.”
“I can at least try to be gentle with you,” I said with a smile.
“Hmm…” Zara hummed in response before she added, “Let us try and see if you can replace my husband or not. Even if we have to go through this act you call a… massage.”
Aha. On that note…
“What do you think of this act, my lady? I call it sex instead of a massage.” I asked and clarified.
“I don’t know.” Zara replied while still gently stroking my dick in her left hand, “One could say that it is vile and disrespectful, but maybe that is only from a third party’s view. To me, it is a very pleasant act, not to mention the gains I have from it are enormous.”
Yes, practicality was my whole move to convince them. But beyond that practicality, I wanted to know how women felt about having sex with me.
“How do you feel, Lady Zara?” I asked, applying the skill of corruption at the same time on her to ask.
“…” Zara remained silent again for a while, just stroking my dick while her eyes moved to my glans from my eyes, and for a while, silence stretched among us.
“I feel depravity in this act.”
Not the answer I was expecting, until…
“And I love it.”
My dick throbbed in her hand, more from her response than her amazing handjob, startling her, and she looked at me, “Is there something wrong?”
“No. Nothing is wrong, my lady.” I replied before I finally asked, “Would you like me to be gentle to you, or do you want me to take control and push your head down on my penis, and suffocate you with it to the point you feel like dying?”
I was oddly specific, and frankly enough, I was taking a risk here. Her nobility and her desires were against each other, and the response to this question would decide which one she wanted.
But…
“Both. I want both.”
Zara was really complicated after all. Well, she was a woman, so what could I expect?
She wanted love, but she also wanted me to be rough with her.
“In that case, Lady Zara,” I said, knowing full well what I had to do, grabbing her head from behind and adjusting it in a way that her mouth was above my dick. She opened her mouth on her own before I pushed her down, “I know just what to do with you.”
Glurrgg!!!
The obscene sound of her gagging on my cock was instantly produced as soon as my dick made it past the entrance of her throat.
“Now stay like this,” I said while biting my own lower lip due to how good it felt inside her throat.
Her eyes looked at me, slowly going to the back of her head until only the whites of her eyes were left to see, her gagging growing intense with each passing moment, tears falling down her cheeks, and her spit leaking past the open sides of her mouth.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t help but curse at how good this all felt. I so wanted to cum like this, but I couldn’t do that right now.
“Pwaahh!!!”
I pulled her head off, keeping her head in my hands like it was an object instead of a human head, and then got up, turning her around and laying her down on the bed while I stood on the edge.
“You made me feel so good just now, Zara,” I said, making sure to say her name while she surrendered her body completely to me. There wasn’t even any resistance to offer. It was as if she were just a blow-up doll I could use however I wanted to.
“Open your mouth, Zara.” I once again said her name, letting her register that the first time wasn’t said in the heat of the moment or a mistake.
She looked at me, then slowly, but not too slowly, as if she was sure of what was happening, opened her mouth, and hung her head down from the side on her own.
“God, you’re so good.” I made sure to praise her and pushed my dick down her throat once again, but this time I made sure to push in just enough for me to enjoy it, not to suffocate her.
There was something I wanted to confirm.
Glog! Glog!
Glurg!
Gwwopp!!
Glug!!
Gull!
The lewd sounds of me fucking her throat spread throughout the room, but I was making sure to keep it very mild, not the rough fuck like in the beginning. I wanted to make sure I was ready to take the next step.
Glop…
I pulled my dick out and looked at her, spit and tears marred her face, and slightly dissatisfied. Confusion in her as to why that dissatisfaction was there and…
“Did you like it, Zara?” I asked, once again taking only her name.
She looked at me, her head turned upside down, slightly red too, but nothing major.
And…
“I don’t like this.” She replied.
“I see. I’ll stop then.” I replied, but didn’t move either because she wasn’t finished…
“No. I don’t like it like this. Do it like before.” She clarified.
“Like before?” I asked, “Specify, Zara.”
“Just like before.” She said again, “Render me helpless.”
[Corruption +2]
It was a success.
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Let me know if there are any mistakes.
