Chapter 43 – 15. Boksangsa Temple (3)
Iris is a snake.
Her race is dragon. Technically speaking, he is a half-human, half-dragon born of a human father and a dragon mother.
Currently, she has a human body with a pair of white horns and wings. I don’t know yet if this is her only form or if her true form is different.
From her words that once she created an alter ego out of scales, she could tell that she possessed some reptilian traits.
Thus, the snake and she share some reptilian characteristics. Although there are no horned snakes in the world. No, it could be in another world.
But my sentiment that she is a snake does not come from that context.
“Chew-up…
“Huh…!”
With a sense of exhaustion that temporarily dyes his vision white, his balls shrivel and semen spurts out again. The corner of my head hurts from the sharp pleasure that stabbed my brain. Repeated ejaculation causes my penis to ache.
How many circumstances is this… 5 would definitely have passed.
Jihuhu, 20 years old, male, [Heaven] Attribute.
I am literally being squeezed by a senior with the same attributes I met for the first time today.
Resistance is useless. My voice trying to talk to her has no effect, and her two hands trying to calm her are holding each of her two horns, each positioned at just the right height for her to go.
I just revel in the pleasure infused by Iris’ instinctive hand-and-tongue, constantly tapping the limits of her patience.
“It’s hot, I feel good… Even after stopping, I feel good…?”
Haha… I like it…”
My heart skipped a beat at the eager eyes looking up at my face from between my legs.
There was no light of vitality or rationality in the light blue pupils. Her quiet gaze told me, ‘I’m still not enough. Can we do more?’ I got goosebumps at the look in her eyes, which seemed to care about me but actually insisted on her assertion.
Is this creepy feeling due to pleasure or fear?
Iris is a snake.
Every time her cold, snake-like fingers grip my cock, my back trembles.
The saliva-sticky tongue slithers like a snake, and every time I lick her glans and covet her pillar, the feeling of ejaculation fills up.
One remaining arm wraps around my waist like a snake that has captured its prey so that I cannot escape.
I felt as if I was being entangled and eaten by three long snakes.
“Choo, chump, chump, chump ㅡ gulp gulp…”
“Haa… Like that, heh, is it delicious?”
“Umm, puha—-. Taste, taste…”
Iris sits with her knees tucked together. That courteous attitude stimulated my sense of conquest, but perhaps she just chose a comfortable posture without realizing it.
She gently rolled her tongue and savored the liquid in her mouth.
“I’ve hardly ever eaten anything, so I’m not sure, but it looks delicious. But it’s not because of the taste. It’s warm, and it’s from you, so it’s good…”
Soon her head moved up and down again, a snug, squishy throat tightening against her pillar.
Throat.
Aramachio or Deep Throat.
From the start, Iris accepted my cock all the way to the end, as if it were natural. Her glans opened her dainty mouth to the limit and went over her throat, widening her throat and digging deep.
Even Ireina and Soniel, who have mixed bodies with me many times, are still having a hard time, she skillfully demonstrates the night technique.
Is it because dragons have a different oral structure than humans? Or is it because of the [Heaven] Attribute that is good at anything?
The ejaculation of pulling her handle with all her might, and feeling the flesh of her narrow neck while her high nose was stuck in my crotch, deeply wrapped around her, was really…
It is a pleasure that cannot be expressed in words.
But it’s a bit disappointing.
Originally, the throat was not designed to be used as a mouthpiece. Of course, deep throating is also an unnatural act. That’s why women who suffer from this have no choice but to suffer.
That’s good.
Deep Throat is a sexual act intended to make a woman suffer.
Immorality stemming from the throat being used completely different from its original purpose. The love and service of a woman for a man to the point of destroying her own body. The feeling of conquest that takes a woman who endures her pain for her own pleasure.
In addition to physical pleasure, these are the mental pleasures that can be felt through deep throat.
However, Iris’ movements were so smooth and natural that it seemed like she was doing something completely natural.
It’s a shame.
If only he had signaled slight hesitation before passing it down her throat. If I couldn’t resist the pressure to pull the horn and swallowed her glans bit by bit. If you’ve been chirping non-stop. If two streams of transparent tears flowed down your cheeks.
Nevertheless, if the crescent-shaped eye smile cheered me on, telling me that I was fine, and to do as much as I wanted without worrying about it.
It would have been much better.
‘I can’t help it. I have no choice but to find that sight in other women.’
Wisdom, Soniel, and Ireina. There are still 3 of my confirmed girls left.
Okay.
Iris, who thrusts her cock in and squeezes it tightly, looks up at me with her lifeless eyes, hastens her ejaculation, and squeezes her throat repeatedly while swallowing the semen she vomits, also exudes a different charm.
“Aww…!”
Crying!
“Gulp…
Finally her face moved away from my crotch. As she rocked her sweat-soaked hair to and fro, her light blue hair gleamed in a soft sheen.
I leaned back on the soft sofa.
There is no strength in the whole body. Gin is gone
‘Ireina, Soniel… Was it like this…’
I can understand the girls who have always been spread out on the bed since my relationship with them.
I want to sleep on the bed right now covered with a blanket. I think I will fall into a really deep sleep today.
“······.”
Iris is stretching her aching body. As my cock regained freedom, a belated strike came.
Kisses, fellas, and deep throats alone have mesmerized me like this. It was a pleasure to be honest, but it hurt my pride for no reason.
I overlooked the fact that she is a mythical Awokener who is more powerful than I am. She should have been wary of Iris’ body, based on her experience that the continental class Soniel’s body felt much better than the non-attribute Ireina’s.
Even if he was conscious of this, he would have been helpless.
The moment she witnessed her nude, she couldn’t completely resist her sexual desire. The other time, when we had sex in Soniel’s parlor through the peephole, it was similar to the reaction I had when I smelled the ‘very hot’ smell.
Today, I was her lubricator. An ejaculator that sits still and only spits semen into your mouth?
I do not regret it. No big complaints either. It was too great a pleasure for that.
This too must be an unavoidable fate. When I remembered the concept of ‘destiny’ that Soniel likes to talk about, a smile broke out. I, who despises non-science, have already adapted to the different world. This word fate is very useful as an excuse or an excuse.
I looked at Iris, who was rounding her lap and her waist.
This time she didn’t reach her climax. Are you okay though? She seems to be able to ejaculate once more if she overdoes it a little… Um, isn’t it
It seems that the purpose of her clinging to me was not to relieve her sexual desire. Come to think of it, she didn’t masturbate during her blow job, such as touching her own breasts or pussy. So, was it because the semen was really warm?
“It’s okay?”
“Huh? What?”
“I was the only one who climaxed. Aren’t you sad that you didn’t reach orgasm?”
“Orgasm…? Climax? I know what it is, but I’ve never felt it before, so not really.”
Oh My God.
Iris knew nothing about her sexual pleasure!
Has she lived thousands of years and never masturbated?
Sensing my gaze toward her cunt, she smiled slightly.
“Why? You want to have sex with me?
“I know. I just saw it.”
“I’m not kidding, you’re going to have a good business before I can stop you?”
Abdominal death. Death on board.
The death of a man on top of a woman’s belly due to shock or heart attack caused by pleasure during intercourse between a man and a woman.
In a way, it’s the most ideal death… It’s a word that touches a man’s ego.
Iris was sincere. Considering the difference between him and her, it was highly likely that he would never leave a bad influence on his body and mind, even if it wasn’t until he became a fortune teller.
She, too, wanted to receive his semen in her cunt. Swallowing it with her mouth made her upper belly hot, so if she swallowed it downward, her lower belly would have been pleasantly warmed as well.
However, it is impossible to lose the Son of Heaven (天子), whom he met with great difficulty, for some absurd reason.
“But······.”
“Well?”
“If you pass my test and absorb all of your father—-the Celestial Emperor’s inheritance, maybe things will be different?”
“·······.”
I looked up and down the iris. I paid attention to the off-white color and body that made men fall for it. She looked back and forth between her still up-and-coming her and her already weak-willed self.
Definitely get stronger
By becoming stronger, by passing any test of hers, by absorbing all her powers left by her heavenly nature, she will scold her.
Iris came over and put her mouth in my ear. Her light blue hair runs down and tickles my upper body.
A beautiful voice whispers to me
“Because I’ll wait… Do you have to work hard and tell me what an orgasm feels like?”
“Yes······.”
I recalled Iris’s whispers, and slowly fell into agony due to her magic.
* * *
Ireina stood still in front of her door and calmly looked into the dimly lit room.
New fluid- New fluid-
There are two rooms in the master’s dormitory. The large room belongs to the master, and the small room is her private room.
The large room has a double bed. Ireina was more familiar with that bed than the bed in her room.
Because, almost every day, after having sex with her master, she falls asleep in his arms. It was treated as a pillow by the owner. At first it was frustrating and uncomfortable, but now I’m used to it. To his warmth and scent.
Except for the occasional visit by the owner to the palace of the 2nd princess, the daily routine was always repeated.
It collapsed for the first time today.
In a room enveloped in darkness.
However, her night vision allowed her to see two figures on the bed.
Master and a woman named Iris.
Ireina found Iris so beautiful that at first she thought she was an angel just by looking at her wings. She breaks a window and she creeps in. Through her eccentricity and her horns on her head, she realizes she’s not soon.
The woman was a dragon. She is a great being who appears only in legends and disappears in modern times. She shuddered at the incredible magic of returning the shattered windows to their original state.
But after that, things took a strange turn.
The dragon and the master started having sex.
As Ireina withdrew to her corner so she wouldn’t be disturbed, she spied on the affair. The dragon was really huge. The woman’s fellae master was willing to die.
‘He never did that when he was with me…’
Beauty satisfied her master with only her fella. The master fell asleep, and the dragon went into the master’s room after tidying up the surroundings.
Ireina also went into her own room and locked her door.
Her body heated up.
I haven’t been with my master all day today. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been like this. Her body, which had adapted to a sex-tinged routine, longed for the master’s affection.
Ireina masturbated.
She untied her maid’s uniform, one hand pinched her left nipple, which the master often awoke, and the other hand rubbed a pleasant spot inside her vagina with two fingers.
She imagined opening her little mouth as wide and round as possible.
In a relationship she just witnessed, there is her in the place of the dragon. Her Master Ejaculates Repeatedly On Her Own Blowjob He strokes his hair and praises him a lot.
She herself goes a step further.
Master and Iris did not have sex, but she and Master proceed to the next level. Ireina shakes her waist on top of her weak master. Up and down, violently, kissing.
Push
Her master ejaculates as if he is about to pierce his womb. She also reaches orgasm at the same time as her master. Her master hugs her tightly. She whispers in her ear
Push
‘Ireina, you are the best. You are the most delicious I love you-‘
Push- Push- Push- Push-
“············.”
Her masturbation ended with an orgasm accompanied by her assistant.
Unlike men, women’s climax lasts longer. Hyeonta also comes late. The master’s voice played in Ireina’s head infinitely.
‘I love you- I love you- I love you- I love you-‘
“Dog sound···.”
Before she knew it, she picked up a maid outfit that was lying on her floor and put it on. The damp fabric was unpleasant, but it dries quickly. After tidying up her features again, she thinks as she slowly opens the door.
Since when did this happen?
Her master treats her badly. He doesn’t care about her. She hadn’t changed since the day he first possessed her, when she raped herself.
This was quite effective in her resignation.
Ireina wanted to escape at first. She wanted to run away. If only she had property on me, and escaped her enslavement too. Raise the family again. She meets the nobleman she once had a crush on again. If possible, she will also take revenge on the first prince.
It’s nonsense.
Repetitive violence after the stop subdued Ireina. It completely removed her hope and closed her world.
She accepted that she was no longer the daughter of the count, but a slave to Jeong Ji-hoo. Ji-Hoo is her only god, and her dorm room is all she is allowed in the world.
The process was rough and arduous. Not persuasion, but coercion. With the sense that her spirit and values were collapsing in real time, she wanted to end her life, but even her suicide was not free.
Ireina clearly hated him. He thought he wanted to kill the man who manipulated him. I was afraid of the master who forcibly injects me with pain and pleasure.
But why does she want his love herself?
She stared for a moment at the two lying on the bed in front of the master’s door. She crossed the threshold, walked over, and sat down in a chair by the bed. Be quiet, so as not to wake up.
She stretched out her hand and gently stroked her master’s bangs.
It’s something you wouldn’t normally dare to do. This is because the master is very sensitive to his surroundings.
This proves that the master is very tired from today’s sexual activity.
Her jet-black hair, which did not tolerate any color, flowed through her white fingers.
The owner was handsome even when he was sleeping.
‘Adako and Wolfie, huh…’
Adaco is a bug commonly found in cities. It is a beneficial insect that feeds on pollutants in mana. But the appearance is very creepy. So, Adako was likely to be trampled to death by the foot she could see.
Wolfie is a word that refers to the offspring of the ‘Wind Wolf’. Thanks to its cute and charming face, it is popular as a pet monster. But this guy is very naughty and takes a lot of hands. It has no loyalty whatsoever, and embarrasses its master with repeated pranks.
Adako, who is useful but rejected because she is ugly, and Wolfie, who is useless but loved because she is cute.
Doesn’t this mean that looks are everything after all?
Then, is she attracted to her master just because he is handsome?
‘Master······.’
Ireina slowly lowered her head, careful not to let the side of her hair touch his face.
Side.
He and her lips met for a moment.
Nevertheless, the master did not wake up. You must be really tired.
‘Like this···. Will it be stolen…?’
If that beauty named Iris also starts living here, there is no reason for the master to call her to bed.
Are you getting farther away now?
If I had properties too.
If she had been an Awakener in the first place, she wouldn’t have degenerated into a maid.
If I had attributes…
I could have made him more satisfied…
Suddenly, Ireina was flooded with soma. Unable to resist, her eyelids slowly closed, and her body floated up before she collapsed to the floor beneath her chair.
She floated through the air, passed over the bodies of Jifu and Iris, and slowly fell to Iris’s left side.
‘He isn’t sleeping, what is he doing?’
Of course, it was Iris who cast a sleep spell on Ireina and put her in her bed.
‘It happened that her left side was empty, but it worked out.’
Ireina on the left, and after stopping on the right.
Iris was the last of the three to fall into a deep sleep in the center of the double bed, with the human hearth on either side of her.
