Chapter 70
The mana gathered at his spine sprouted into tentacles along his tailbone. These reproductive tentacles, stretching out as sleekly as a bat or a rat, were fundamentally different from the thick, rigid type that had faced Levia.
The multi-branched tentacles burrowed between their joined flesh, crawling greedily over her c******s and n*****s. The ends of the tentacles split, suctioning onto her swollen n*****s and licking at every small opening with innumerable protrusions. They lapped up every drop of mana leaking from the extremities of her body.
He had never imagined that he would use these hideous Incubus organs outside of a dream.
“K-ah…!”
Asmod slowly kissed her lips, which were the final remaining membranes, slick with saliva. Repeating the heavy, wet driving of his hips, he plugged every one of Theticia’s openings. He swallowed the moans that burst out like screams and thrust his thick tongue deep into her throat.
“Mm-ph, mmm…!”
‘I am acting this impatiently because her mana is so enticing, and I do not wish to waste a single drop.’
Even as he clung to that final thread of reason, his hips were mindlessly pursuing their lust. While she shuddered in the grip of a fevered ecstasy, her softened, pliant depths tightened around his rigid length with desperate pressure. The rigid head of his shaft struck and bruised the innermost depths of her body without mercy.
Whenever Theticia tried to pull her hips away as if it were too much to bear, an even more violent upheaval shook her frame. When their saliva-drenched lips finally parted, her ragged breath broke out like a sigh.
“Haaa-ah…!”
In Asmod’s arms, it felt as though her entire being had become a single mass. She had no room for coquetry; her cries were let out haphazardly.
Whenever the thin tentacles gripped the tips of her body, burrowing, tickling, and sucking, she trembled violently. Her strained hips, crushed under his weight, could do nothing but heave and spill her essence.
When he pushed inside, a blinding pleasure surged to the crown of her head, and when he withdrew, her inner walls tightened as if in mourning. Her brain felt as though it were boiling, and every pore of her body opened, drenching her in sweat. Heat bloomed like flowers across her skin wherever it brushed against his, rising and falling in waves.
The splashing of fluids, the viscous sliding of slick membranes, and the heavy thud of driving force. The sounds of their colliding flesh and her own moans intertwined like a discordant yet clear melody.
Thick pleasure accumulated in layers, like fresh silk being wound onto a spindle. As he repeatedly struck the sensory points that had grown soft from being buffeted, the thread tightened slowly and powerfully around the spool.
And then, unable to withstand the pressure, the thread snapped, and pleasure erupted like a fountain.
“Ah-oooohh…!”
A sudden, hot energy gathered in the parts gripped by his flesh. It felt as though molten iron had been poured over her face. Her toes and fingers curled tight, and her body arched as if someone had tied a string to the crown of her head and her hips and yanked them together.
Within her flickering vision, golden eyes filled with greed watched her intently.
***
From that point on, she did nothing but sleep for several days.
Even after regaining consciousness, Theticia, who had developed a fever, could not budge from the bed. Fortunately, Jess, who had appeared unharmed, spent the day changing her wet towels.
“You exhausted too much mana.”
Her mind, which had melted like pale porridge, barely managed to pick up that single sentence. If one were to place the mana used to open Levia’s greenhouse on a scale against the mana Asmod had taken, the latter’s weight would surely hit the floor.
‘I feel as though my body has been crushed.’
The viscous water sounds filling her ears, the heat that had scorched the crown of her head, even the leech-like tentacles that had crawled over her body. From that night onward, every memory was as hazy as a dream.
The mana that had once flowed as vigorously as a river now barely maintained its existence, trickling like a stream. When she focused her mind to check the mana within her, her head throbbed painfully.
“Do not do anything useless.”
At the sound of the voice, Theticia peered over, rolling only her eyes to check the other side of the bed. Asmod was sitting at the desk, reviewing a mountain of documents.
“Sleep well, Tishia.”
Tishia.
Hearing the sweet voice call her name made the pain seem to subside slightly. Perhaps it was because Asmod had taken her name for himself. Swallowing a groan of pain, Theticia closed her eyes again.
‘I did not realize that telling me never to leave his side meant this.’
When she woke up after sleeping like the dead for three days, Theticia was already in Asmod’s office. She did not know how he had moved it, but he had brought the entire four-poster bed, which was larger than the door, into the room.
‘It was probably magic, right? And that, too….’
Her drowsy gaze turned toward the mirror spanning the office wall. Reflected on the other side was undoubtedly her own room.
‘What truly terrible taste.’
The heavy blanket pulled up to her chin wrapped Theticia in warmth. The cold towel on her forehead and her warmed, relaxed body brought on a sense of lethargy. The sound of a pen scratching against paper reached her ears with a rhythmic, lullaby-like quality.
‘When I wake up… I shall try using the magic pen.’
While still lingering in her daze, Theticia was quickly seized by the god of sleep once more.
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