Chapter 69
Her chin tilted upward as though someone were yanking her by the crown of her head. Within a vision bleached entirely white, only raw ecstasy remained within her body.
And then, there was an indescribable sense of unity.
Asmod filled every empty space within her stiffened frame; it felt as though she had become one with him, the boundaries between them utterly dissolved.
“……!”
Her mouth, stretched to its limit and trembling violently, could not even manage a thin moan. Uncontained saliva and tears simply surged forth in a steady stream in place of a cry.
“Haa….”
Asmod, having driven his member to its fullest depth, looked down at Theticia with a still, heavy gaze.
The tendons in her thighs, splayed open like those of a dissected frog, spasmed and pulsed with energy. The interior of her body, gripping his thick pillar tightly, throbbed as it exhaled double the amount of mana he had so fiercely poured into her.
Asmod’s brow furrowed at the overflowing volume of mana.
“Ugh….”
Normally, he should have opened her body slowly to increase the amount of mana exchanged. However, because such a massive quantity of power had been drained at once, Theticia’s fragile soul had momentarily come to a standstill.
Looking at her, frozen like a statue and shivering uncontrollably, his insides churned with a strange sensation. The shock of the mana depletion should have belonged to her alone, yet the tremors seemed to have migrated to Asmod’s own hands.
“This is your fault; did you not make me impatient?”
It was impossible for Theticia to hear his accusing voice. Asmod leaned down, pressing his skin against hers. As he buried his lips into her rigidly set jaw and the nape of her neck, warmth began to spread from the points where their skin met.
As he slowly returned mana to her congested body, the breath that had been held in check finally returned to her lungs.
“Nng, h-hng, h-hik, h-hic…!”
Her breath hitched and gasped violently, as if shooting forth the time that had been frozen. Her legs moved of their own accord, and her hands exerted immense strength as they squeezed the sheets. Tears welled up and popped from her frightened blue eyes like a cork being drawn from a bottle of champagne.
“H-hng, Lord Asm… h-hng….”
“Shh, it is alright. Your breath simply stopped for a moment.”
Unaware that those words only fueled her terror, Theticia burst into a frantic wail.
“I am scared, so scared, haa, I am scared…!”
Her pale hands pulled mindlessly at Asmod’s clothing.
A moment ago, the world had gone black. Until that point, she had desired Asmod with a shivering intensity. However, that agonizingly sweet pleasure had turned her brain to mush before wiping it clean. That peerless, ultimate climax had caused even her breath to cease.
In her clouded mind, the thought that she might actually die had surged forth. When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was Asmod’s face, bringing with it an unbearable surge of relief.
In reality, had Asmod not returned the mana, her life might truly have ended. However, Asmod was not such a clumsy Incubus that he would allow his contractor to die from excessive ecstasy.
“I told you it is alright.”
As he drew the trembling, desperate weight of her against his chest, Asmod’s garments vanished like melting snow. He folded her knees and held her, though she moved fitfully like a puppet with its strings cut. Wherever their bare skin met, an indescribable comfort soothed her heart.
“Now that I know exactly how much I can take before a problem arises, this will not happen again.”
Theticia trembled at the sound of his voice. She could not muster an ounce of strength, unsure of what exactly had transpired. Her head was still dizzy as if she had been struck by something, yet the presence of Asmod filling her body remained vivid and clear.
“Provided you do not get on my nerves, that is.”
Asmod did not enjoy utilizing fear. Lust tended to become untidy when mixed with negative emotions like terror; however, he currently lacked the composure to prioritize efficiency. The act of gluttonously seizing Theticia’s mana was his only priority.
As Asmod slowly withdrew, her tautly swollen inner walls clung to his shaft as if they would be dragged out along with it. As the thick length that had been sealing her depths finally slid free, the crown scraped out the fluids that had been trapped inside. The transparent essence trailed after him, stretching into long, viscous threads.
“Mmph, ah, h-haaa…!”
She felt as though her very soul were being spilled outward. Crushing her small, curled frame against him, Asmod drove himself back inside.
“Nn-ghueuk…!”
With the heavy, rhythmic thud of flesh meeting flesh, he worked his hips, treating her entire captured body as the vessel for his desire. Every time he forced his pillar into the narrow opening, fluids splashed forth and soaked the sheets. Whenever Theticia recoiled convulsively, mana erupted from her wide-opened depths.
“Ah, haanng, aaa!”
Asmod drank deeply of the pure mana, pouring in his own to draw more out. He focused entirely on spinning pleasure from a body that had reached its limit. The fluids that drenched the sheets were fresh and sweet.
“Ugh.”
Asmod caught his breath as a pulling sensation tugged at his lower half. Even with the flood of mana that he would have previously considered abundant, an endless thirst rose within him.
If he could, he wanted to swallow Theticia whole. If he did that, perhaps his heart would not be so needlessly turbulent whenever she did something peculiar.
Following that wish, the blood of the Incubus, which he had suppressed for a long time, began to throb.
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