Chapter 55
A sweet scent wafted up suddenly. Just like when she melted and crumbled endlessly under his hands and lips. Just like when she looked at him with her face flushed red, pleading with him…
“Haah.”
Segleninde abruptly pulled his lips away as if scalded by fire. He drew in a ragged breath, and with hurried hands, untied the ribbon securing the front of Cynthia’s shirt. He could no longer restrain the desire he had been suppressing for so long.
As the ribbon came loose, her pale, full chest spilled out voluptuously. Just as a newborn creature instinctively seeks its mother, he took one of her n*****s into his mouth and sucked. Not forgetting the other, he filled his large hand with the remaining b****t, caressing it generously.
A faint moan escaped Cynthia’s lips, just as when he had pinched her nose in her sleep. That sound only provoked him further.
Though Segleninde was a being aroused only by the sounds of lowly creatures born of flesh and returning to dust as they died, whenever he heard Cynthia’s cries, he felt a tightness in his chest that he could not endure.
“F**k…”
At some point, he had wrapped his hand around his now-e***t member and was stroking it up and down.
He buried his face in Cynthia’s chest, leaving kisses on the soft white skin, and as he sucked her now-stiffened n*****s, he eagerly swallowed the thin moans that escaped her, his teeth occasionally grazing her.
“Mm, hngh…”
Cynthia made a strange nasal sound, waving her hand as if bothered, and, almost absentmindedly, grabbed at Segleninde’s hair, which was scattered over her chest. He took a desperate breath and straightened his upper body, bringing his hugely e***t member to her face.
A low, husky groan was swallowed between his lips, and s***n spurted from the tip.
Splatter.
The thick fluid splattered across Cynthia’s face, running down her soft pink cheeks. What landed on her lips, she unconsciously licked away with the tip of her tongue in her sleep, before continuing to snore softly.
Segleninde looked down at her face, and a peculiar pleasure twisted through him. He wanted to press the rest of the sticky s***n from the slit of his c**k into those lips, but if he did it while she slept, he wouldn’t be able to see her expression. He wanted to see, just once more, her face as she melted sweetly, endlessly.
She was sleeping too deeply to wake up, so he didn’t want to force her. Watching her sleep with her cheeks flushed and breathing peacefully was, in itself, fairly satisfying.
If he woke her and she started crying again, he had no idea how he would comfort her. Should he hold her again? He didn’t mind, but he didn’t want to make her cry if he could help it.
He liked it when Cynthia clung to him and cried, but seeing the fierce little woman, who usually snapped at him, wilt and sob was not so pleasant.
Looking closer, she was so delicate, and so fearful. For all her claims of being an adult, she was little different from a newly born thing.
She cried easily, was easily frightened, and easily hurt. Even by his standards, she was small. Her hands, feet, even her face, all small, except for her chest. On top of that, she was innocent.
She seemed to be made up entirely of traits that would cause her to die instantly if left alone somewhere, making him wonder how she had survived this long. Maybe that was why she’d asked him to promise not to kill her, to protect her.
With a pinky swear. And even a kiss on the cheek.
Because the only one she could trust to protect her was her fiancé.
“…Hmm.”
Segleninde found himself in a surprisingly good mood.
He decided to be patient, used magic to instantly wipe the s***n from Cynthia’s face, and retied the ribbon at her chest. Then he brought his lips to her cheek.
Finding the sensation of the warm, soft skin quite pleasant, he pressed his lips to Cynthia’s cheek for quite a while.
— To be continued in Volume 2 —
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