Chapter 1
Prologue
“Ella.”
“Mmnn, yes…!”
Ella shook her head wildly.
It was impossible to tell whether it was because she had heard Iblis’s voice, or whether it was a reflexive reaction.
Iblis gave a faint laugh.
The room was already filled with Ella’s scent.
In the midst of pheromones so thick they seemed tangible, there was no thought more foolish than hoping reason would remain.
Every gesture of her clinging to him, even each ragged breath she let out, was so blatant it seemed as if it would melt onto his skin and cling there.
“Ah, please…”
Even her pleading was sweet.
Iblis wasn’t a man of such excellent character that he could refuse this kind of temptation.
As he swept up her soft thigh and grabbed her trembling leg to spread it open, heat and a sweet scent rushed at him at the same time.
By merely pushing aside her soaked undergarments and moving between the closed flesh a few times, his thick fingers quickly grew slick.
When he put strength into them and pushed his fingertips into the hole that twitched around them, he felt both a limp, yielding sensation and a thick, clinging wetness.
“Nn, mmph.”
At the sudden foreign sensation pushing inside, Ella bit her lip.
Iblis’s gaze changed subtly as he looked down at the pillar of flesh where blood had gathered, flushed red.
A madness resembling satisfaction.
That distinct glint made even Ella, who could no longer think normally, draw in a breath, but that brief sense of danger evaporated beneath the hand scraping inside her as though scooping out honey.
“Hnn, ah, ah!”
The sensation of being thrust into deeply all at once was followed by his fingers increasing to two, then three, in an instant.
The hand that forcibly spread open her narrow insides and stimulated her should have hurt, but that did not apply to an omega experiencing her first heat, completely swallowed up by instinct.
An omega who had only just manifested and did not know how to control her pheromones, let alone how to withstand pleasure.
No matter where Iblis stimulated her, her inner walls clamped down on him tightly and trembled in delight. Ella was the one who had to bear that sensation in full.
‘Ah, just a little, just a little more.’
Ella panted, her tear-stricken gaze tightening.
It felt as if she had suddenly fallen into the sea and was being swallowed by waves that churned without mercy.
If she could just be hit by a slightly larger wave, then it felt like she would be able to rise to the surface and breathe.
As if to make a mockery of the way her body had tensed while waiting only for that moment, the surging waves stopped as though they had never been there.
“Hnnh…”
It was the moment when the petty stubbornness that had kept her from meeting Iblis’s eyes even as her reason blurred collapsed.
Iblis looked into her resentful, watery eyes as though he would swallow them, and moved his hips.
The dark red shaft of his manhood, completely e***t, rubbed over the hole that had already begun to close little by little.
The more he moved, the more her juices and his precum mixed into a mess.
The slick, wet tip rubbed against her round, swollen c******s, then rubbed downward to stimulate her twitching hole.
“…Tell me if you don’t want it.”
But was there any room to answer those words?
Ella could not judge anything. Things like that weren’t even important.
Only Iblis’s hoarse voice, sounding slightly cracked, and the moment he entered her remained clear.
“Haaah…!”
Ella tilted her chin back. Iblis caught the tip of it between his teeth as if worrying it, and joined them more deeply below.
Tears that had briefly dried gathered again, and her vision blurred once more. Ella grew dizzy from the pain that felt as though her entire body was being split apart, but it lasted only a moment.
The sensation permitted by the uncontrolled pheromones was only one thing, and that was pleasure.
“Ah… hnn, nngh, mmmngh!”
Swallowing a hot breath, Iblis began moving his hips. As his thrusting quickened, Ella’s voice rose as well.
The sensation of her spreading tightly around him whenever he drove in, then clamping shut the moment he pulled back, was chilling. A distinct line carved itself along the inside of Iblis’s jaw.
Each time he drove in as if ramming himself all the way to the root, their drenched flesh struck together, and obscene, wet slapping sounds rang out.
Whenever he rubbed his glans against the deep entrance as if striking it, Ella’s hips lifted, and her inner walls clenched tight.
“Th, ngh, that’s too, nnngh!”
And yet the sight of her struggling as if it was too much was insolent.
Iblis did not ask if it hurt. He simply grabbed Ella’s jaw, met her gaze, and commanded her.
“Say my name.”
“Hnnh…?”
“My name.”
“Ze, nng! Zepa… ah!”
Unless he slowed the movement of his hips, there was no way Ella could answer properly.
Knowing that, Iblis still parted Ella’s lips. As he pushed into her soft mucous membranes and twisted her small tongue between his fingers, her panting breaths scattered.
“Properly.”
“Mi, Mister Zep, ar…!”
Iblis gave a small laugh and pulled out. The entrance barely caught on the end of his thick glans twitched in complaint, but he remained still, as if teasing her.
Because he had not completely disappeared and was instead only barely lodged inside, it made her even more desperate.
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