No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 62

Lilith’s thoughts of spirits or Hecate vanished as Teia deepened their fervent kiss. Watching her melt into his arms, Teia swallowed a satisfied smile.

Lilith knew that Teia disliked Hecate touching her without permission—Teia had harshly scolded her after each time she’d let anyone else have her body during heat.

Teia had never told her the details of his conversation with Hecate. He didn’t want her to learn those twisted legends—whether true or not—about a beastfolk massacre triggered by human betrayal. And if Lilith really were beastfolk, she must never hear such a thing.

“Mm—Teia?”

She cupped his cheeks as his gaze, momentarily distant, refocused on her. Lilith traced the invisible thread between them with her tongue, then showered him with soft kisses.

“…Should I make you pregnant?”

“Huh?”

Teia’s large hand stroked her belly. As he toyed with the soft lower curve of her abdomen, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Their bodies slid together with a wet sigh of friction.

“No matter how much I train you, you still dribble everywhere.”

He scooped her up and placed her on the desk, sneering at the puddle of clear fluid left behind. Lilith pouted against his shoulder. As he shifted his hand forward, she grew wet with excitement again.

“Mmm… Hah.”

Supporting her waist with one arm, his other hand plunged boldly into her slick secret. Lilith clung to him and moaned like a song. Suspended above the floor, the precarious thrill only heightened her arousal as her thigh cramped around his hip, tightening like a vice.

“Aah—yes—Teia.”

Perhaps because she was a rabbitfolk, Lilith’s sensitivity was astonishing—she poured clear fluid like a fountain at the slightest touch. The more she called his name in her heated breath, the harder Teia’s hand drilled into her, soaking both carpet and hand in her warmth.

Smack—smack—smack. The sound of his fingers ravaging her narrow entrance echoed through the room.

“Aah! Ah!”

With only his fingers, Lilith shuddered into a short climax, her body writhing around his hand as she clutched him. Teia reveled in the tightness before withdrawing his fingers, sticky with her fluids up to his wrist.

Teia withdrew his stiff member from his trousers. Already half-e***t, it swelled to fierce prominence in her awaiting hand. The blunt, heated head teased her entrance, making Lilith whimper in need.

“Quickly—” she gasped.

“If you clamor like a wild rabbit for me, what’s the difference?”

He teased her aching petals by rubbing the shaft gently against her throbbing slit. Lilith’s little pearl trembled to grab him, but still he held back.

“Mmm.”

Lilith pressed frantic kisses to his earlobe, lifting her hips in plea, but to no avail.

Teia cocked the head of his c**k over her entrance. As she tried to gulp him in, her inner walls fluttered in fierce desire. Teia crooked a devilish grin.

“What did I say to do when you’re desperate?”
“Ah—yes, master—your c**k.”
“You want my c**k so badly?”
“Yes—fill me—please—ah!”

Before she could finish, he thrust deeply into her. The rigid shaft drove into her, making her body convulse.

“You’re in heat—always so wanton,” he taunted.

“Aah—ah!”

Teia gripped her plump cheeks and drove into her hard. Lilith bucked around him, milking his length as fluid welled up inside her, trickling out in glistening streams.

Half-turned eyes, Lilith pressed wet kisses to his face. Teia silenced her with a firm hand over her mouth, then drew her up to kiss her convulsing tongue clean.

“You—every day—so wet—if you drip—”
“Aah—no! I’ll be good—ah—please!”
“When you swell, what did I say about letting it drip?”
“You must—eat—every drop—” she gasped.

Teia’s lips crashed against hers, and his unrelenting tongue refused to let go, blocking her answers again and again. Yet, Lilith somehow managed to respond correctly.

“Hah, ah—! Ah! Nngh!”

As if waiting for her answer, the movement of the shaft plunging inside her grew faster. Pressed flush against Teia’s body, the friction made her hardened n*****s ache as they rubbed harshly against his clothes.

The filthy pain summoned an addictive pleasure. Lilith deliberately ground her chest even harder against the fabric.

*Squelch, squelch.* Each time her body lifted into the air only to be caught again by Teia’s hands, the lewd sound of wet flesh colliding echoed obscenely. Lilith’s moans, rising in shameless intensity, soon fractured into short, broken gasps.

Teia gritted his teeth, his jaw bulging. His grip on the flesh in his hands tightened as if he meant to crush it. With a feral thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, as though determined to lodge even his very essence deep within her.