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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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They say that when an atheist finds faith, they become a fanatic.
I don’t know if the analogy is apt, but Eleanor, who had once recoiled at my touch, was now remarkably devoted.
Perhaps she still felt guilty for her past behavior. Or perhaps she was trying to make up for it.
“Do you like it?”
Her sweet whisper tickled my ear, followed by her warm breath. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
Before I had regained my modern memories, I wouldn’t have even dared to dream of being in such a relationship with this highborn woman.
And yet, here she was, licking my neck like a cat, her hand stroking my cock, seeking a reaction. It felt like I was floating on a cloud.
The only unfortunate thing was that I couldn’t touch her beautiful body. I cautiously reached out, but she slapped my hand away before it could even touch her.
“No. You just stay still.”
“To see a woman I love before me and not be able to touch her is a torture.”
“You love me? Really?”
“What you’re holding is proof.”
Eleanor, her face flushed, scoffed, her grip on my cock tightening.
“I don’t believe you. You like any woman in a skirt.”
“Look how sad that ‘any woman’ is, being slandered like that. She’s even shedding tears.”
Eleanor scooped up the precum that had trickled down from the tip of my cock with her finger. She then rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, her slender fingers quickly becoming slick. As she pulled them apart, a silvery thread stretched between them.
After playing with it for a while, she glanced at me and then sucked on her fingers, winking.
“It tastes a bit salty for a tear.”
Had Anya taught her this? Once she set her mind to it, she knew how to seduce a man.
The provocative sight made my cock throb. I couldn’t hold back any longer and tried to embrace her.
-Slap.
She slapped my hand away again.
“Just wait.”
“You’re the one who’s making me impatient.”
“Consider this an opportunity to cultivate your patience. This is just the beginning.”
She smirked and stood up. She then moved away slightly and began to undress.
Beneath her outer garment was a off the shoulder dress, which also slid off her skin. Her thin silk undergarments followed, revealing her dazzling body.
Her snow-white skin, which had looked as if it would leave a powdery residue at the slightest touch, was now flushed red, a characteristic of albinos and a sign that she was incredibly aroused.
“Aren’t you staring a bit too intently? You’ll burn a hole in me.”
Eleanor covered her boobs with her hands and twisted around to hide her pussy.
The sight of her, unabashedly exposed yet timidly attempting to cover herself, set my heart racing.
“What can I do? You’re beautiful.”
“Even if it’s just flattery, I’m happy.”
Praise can make even a whale dance.
Eleanor, smirking, approached me with a light, dance-like step. Her light footfalls, tapping against the ground, synchronized with my racing heart.
Shortly thereafter, her teardrop shaped boobs, which appeared to be perched on her chest, were in front of my face.
A man might like a woman with an A cup, but no man likes a woman because she has an A cup.
They were indeed a sight to behold. Even with my large hands, I didn’t think I could cup them completely.
I reached out to confirm. It was a mistake. I should have been more mindful of the hands that had been covering her boobs just a moment ago.
“I told you to stay still.”
Before my hand could reach her boob, her hand touched my shoulder and pushed me. I naturally fell back onto the bed, forced to look up at her.
“What are you doing…?”
“You’ve been on the receiving end until now. It’s my turn.”
Indeed, she must have been holding a grudge for her previous passive role.
She knelt between my legs. Her boobs, sagging slightly due to gravity, were incredibly alluring.
Her face was now in front of my groin. My massive cock, which seemed to cover her entire face, throbbed as if to strike her.
-Gulp.
“It’s really… ridiculously large.”
“And you know you like it that way.”
“I-I don’t!”
She averted her gaze and buried her face in my groin, sniffing from my scrotum up to the shaft of my cock, as if savoring its scent.
“It’s a strange, stimulating scent. It’s not exactly fragrant, but I can’t stop smelling it. Every time I smell it, my heart pounds and I feel hot.”
Her unfocused, glazed eyes swallowed my cock. She seemed unaware that her own hand had begun to caress her boob.
I stacked the pillows behind me, propping myself up. My neck, which had been supporting my head, felt much more comfortable.
“Didn’t you once say it was a disgusting smell?”
She flinched and glanced at me, then smiled sweetly.
“Was that a lie?”
“No! The smell of your semen is disgusting. And there’s so much of it every time. And you’re never satisfied with just one round, so by the end, I’m covered in it. I wash and wash, but the smell lingers. Well… it’s not that I disliked it.”
She took another deep breath, savoring the scent, then glanced at me and opened her mouth wide.
-Slurp…
She, who had previously only taken my cock into her mouth in a daze after having multiple orgasms, was now willingly swallowing it while fully conscious.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth was unbelievable. Where had she been hiding the space for such a massive cock?
The sight of her, struggling to swallow my cock while looking up at me, checking my reaction, was incredibly stimulating.
Shortly after, her warm, sticky tongue wrapped around my cock like a snake. My instincts screamed at me to ravage that fragile mouth and satisfy my desires.
“Do you like it?”
Her muffled voice, her mouth full of my cock, brought me back to my senses.
I clasped my hands behind my head, a more comfortable position, and decided to enjoy her service.
“I’m not sure…”
She seemed to understand the implied request in my ambiguous answer. She winked and started sucking aggressively.
The sticky, lewd sounds escaped from the tight seal between her mouth and my cock.
She built up the tension, then tried to take me deeper.
My cock, pushing against the roof of her mouth, slid deeper, ravishing her fragile mouth.
The pressure on my cock intensified. Her mouth was tight, but her throat was even tighter. Her throat muscles contracted rhythmically, milking my cock.
“Gah…”
Having swallowed my cock to the base, she winked and looked up at me, as if asking if I liked it.
Her eyes trembled slightly, a single tear clinging precariously to her lashes.
Despite the pain, she endured it for me, her devotion incredibly endearing.
“Well done.”
Encouraged, Eleanor began to move in earnest, her tongue working relentlessly even as she held my cock deep in her throat.
A wave of pleasure shot up my spine, my vision turning white. Her hand, caressing my inner thigh, also helped me reach the brink of climax.
My cock throbbed in her mouth. She looked at me with wide eyes, then swallowed harder, realizing that I was close.
“Will you take it all?”
Eleanor answered with her actions. She took me to the base again and then worked her tongue furiously, craving my semen.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and came in her throat. Her throat pulsed relentlessly. Her cheeks puffed out.
She seemed determined not to spill a single drop, her lips clamped shut.
After swallowing everything, she even licked the tip, as if to make sure she hadn’t missed a single drop, and even probed the urethra with the tip of her tongue.
Only then did she release my cock.
My cock, slick with her saliva, lay limply, satisfied.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth wide, proving that she had swallowed every last drop. Hot steam rose from her open mouth.
At that sight, my cock began to stir again. She smirked, noticing its revival.
Her hand was already on my cock, gently stroking it, checking my reaction.
“Hmm, you must have enjoyed that.”
“So much that I want to throw you on the bed and fuck you like a dog.”
Eleanor’s face flushed crimson. She fanned her face with her hand, then feigned indifference and grumbled…
“You have a talent for saying such vulgar things.”
“The talent I’ll show you in bed is even greater.”
“Oh, really… not today. It’s my turn. Lie down nicely.”
I followed her instructions and lay down on the bed. She began to undress me.
Once I was naked, she took a brass bottle from the table and climbed on top of me, kneeling beside my hips, her back straight.
I only realized that the bottle didn’t contain water after she had poured it all over her body.
Her dry, white crimson skin glistened, as if a black and white movie was being colorized from the edges of the screen.
“Perfumed oil?”
The strong scent of lavender filled the air. I couldn’t take my eyes off the drop of oil clinging to the tip of her pert nipples. Meanwhile, the oil that had trickled down her body was dripping onto me.
“The scent is nice, isn’t it? And it’s not just the scent. It’s good for the body too. Especially for someone who’s been overexerting themselves lately, like you.”
“It seems there’s more on you than on me.”
“So, you don’t like it?”
Eleanor looked down at me, her expression suggesting she knew I couldn’t possibly refuse.
I couldn’t say no to her seductive body, glistening in the flickering candlelight.
And looking up at her from below, she was even more alluring.
“Heh heh.”
She smirked, as if she had known all along, and began to spread the oil on my body, her hands expertly massaging my muscles.
The crackling of the fire in the fireplace, the perfect temperature, and her gentle touch made both my body and mind relax.
My cock, having lost its vigor, lay limply, but neither of us seemed to mind.
I half closed my eyes and savored her awkward touch.
Her earnest efforts, her forehead beaded with sweat, were incredibly touching. Once she opened her heart, she was more devoted than any other woman.
Of course, the languid atmosphere didn’t last long. As her hands, having massaged my upper body, moved downwards, my mind began to clear.
Just as they were about to reach my cock, they veered off, as if intentionally, to my thighs.
“Heh heh. Allen, what were you expecting?”
Eleanor whispered, gently stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My neglected cock throbbed in protest.
“Eleanor, how long are you going to tease me?”
“The night is still young.”
She intended to continue. And she did. She relentlessly massaged the area around my cock, teasing me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. As she moved back up to my shoulders, I reached for her leg.
She flinched and caught my hand, her expression turning stern.
“Oh, really. I told you no.”
“You seem quite tired. How about we switch roles?”
Her breathing had grown ragged from her devoted service.
“I’m still full of energy.”
Despite my suggestion, she refused. However, she didn’t stop my hand.
As she massaged my upper body, I caressed her thigh, and our touch became explicitly erotic.
Her oiled thigh clung to my hand, as if it had a will of its own. It felt like I was touching her inner pussy.
As my hand moved past her hip and towards her buttocks, she flinched and stopped massaging.
She looked down at me, her eyes glowing with desire. After all, our oiled bodies were pressed together. It would have been strange if she wasn’t aroused.
“Haa…”
As my hand squeezed her buttocks, Eleanor writhed. Her hand, which had stopped moving, now gripped my chest for support. Her teardrop shaped boobs filled my vision.
I moved my hand from her buttocks up to her waist, then back down again.
My hand, slick with oil, slid towards her pussy. She seemed to have anticipated its destination, swallowing nervously and staring at it intently.
Just as my hand was about to touch her pussy, she held her breath in anticipation.
However, she didn’t get what she wanted. My hand suddenly changed direction, moving to her thigh. She couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“Allen, that’s mean!”
“I trust you understand how I feel now.”
“Hmph, I don’t. Haa…!”
Eleanor, about to sulk, moaned. I had seized the opportunity while she was distracted and covered her pussy with my hand.
Her hypersensitive body bucked at the mere touch.
Meanwhile, I sat up and faced Eleanor, holding my hand, now slick with her fluids, in front of her eyes.
“This doesn’t seem to be perfumed oil…”
“I-It is!”
“But the smell…”
As I pretended to sniff it, Eleanor hastily grabbed my hand.
She was more aggressive than I expected, and I fell back, pulling her down with me.
Her boobs pressed against mine, flattening slightly.
Our oiled bodies were pressed together, not even a wisp of air between us. I could almost hear her heartbeat. She must have heard mine as well.
Silence descended. We looked into each other’s eyes. And then, as if on cue, we kissed.
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