CHAPTER 121: BATH - IV (R18)

Chapter 119: Bath - IV (R18)

"I have no words, Lirael... besides my most heartfelt thanks for this unforgettable experience. You are an absolutely amazing woman whom I will cherish till the end of time."

Ethan’s voice was low, but the sincerity behind it was undeniable.

A deepthroat, with his sheer size and her inexperience—it should have been impossible. She had only endured through sheer stubbornness, refusing to quit even when her body trembled.

Why... why does he sound so serious now? Lirael’s heart skipped, but she quickly puffed her cheeks, forcing her trembling lips into a pout.

"I-it was only so I could get back at you... don’t misunderstand. You lost."

Her chest rose and fell, her throat dry, but she still tried to cling to her pride.

When Ethan chuckled softly at her attempt of defiance, the sound sent a shiver through her—one she tried to ignore.

Smiling, he pulled her into his arms. She clung back instinctively, arms and legs wrapping around him in a koala-like embrace,

her fingers digging into his shoulders, her legs tightening around him. Why am I holding him so tightly...? Her body betrayed her before she could command it otherwise. He could feel her warmth, her slickness pressing against his abdomen, the subtle grind of her hips betraying her need.

Amused, Ethan simply lifted her and set her down against the edge of the stone tub. His hands reached for the last scrap of cloth still shielding her. For a moment, Lirael’s dazed gaze followed his motions—until she realized what he intended.

"No! That’s... that’s dirty!"

She tried to scurry back, but his hands were firm, holding her in place.

"There’s no need to rush, my dear Lirael," Ethan murmured. "Let me enjoy your most precious flower first. I’ve been curious how you truly taste."

Her breath hitched. T-taste?! He wouldn’t...

But before she could wriggle free, he pressed her down, his tongue parting her folds.

Before she could voice another protest, his grip tightened around her soft rear and he pulled her closer, guiding her slit to his lips. His tongue traced her folds without hesitation.

"Kya! This... why is this sensation so good?! It’s unhygienic... but... it feels... it feels so good!"

Her words dissolved into moans as Ethan explored every inch of her, savoring the nectar flowing from her quivering body. His tongue pressed deeper, teasing sensitive spots, while his hands caressed her hips and thighs, steadying her as she writhed above him.

Her cries grew higher, sharper, more desperate. Each flick of his tongue sent shudders racing through her spine until finally

Her mind was rebelling, but her hips kept rolling against his mouth. I can’t stop...! His tongue is... it’s reaching everywhere! I feel like I’m going to—

"Ahhhhnn~!"

Lirael’s climax hit like a storm. Her body convulsed violently, her thighs squeezing against his head as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her form. Ethan did not stop, greedily lapping her essence until the last tremors faded and she collapsed against him, panting and limp.

"E-Ethan... hah... hah... i-it felt... great..." Her voice was weak, almost dreamy.

He smirked, his own hunger flaring. "We’re only getting started, my stingy elf. Tonight, I’m going to squeeze everything out of you."

Lirael’s eyes widened, but before she could hide, Ethan turned her around, pressing her chest against the cold stone as he raised her hips high. Her drenched flower glistened under the bathlight.

"E-Ethan... wait—"

He gave her no chance to resist. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her to the limit.

"Aaannnggghhh...!"

The sound that left her was half scream, half moan as his tip kissed her deepest place.

It was pain, but it was also bliss, a dizzying mixture that shattered her thoughts. He’s... inside again... so deep...! It’s too much—

Gripping her round rear firmly, Ethan began to move. Not slow, not patient—this time he wanted her completely. His grip on her rear was merciless as he began pounding, wet slaps echoing in the steamy bath.

"..hnngg... s-slow... down... aahhnng... j-just... a bit..." Her words broke into incoherent cries, her body unable to match his relentless pace.

But Ethan didn’t slow. His thoughts burned. Fuck... it feels so good. I want to cum inside her... but what if she gets pregnant?

Then, a flash of inspiration. System, any Life Drain skills available?

Life Drain (Basic) → 20,000 SP

Drain life energy from living matter and transfer it to the user. Potency increases with mastery.

"Perfect." He made the necessary sacrifice of the points instantly, and with the assurance that his seed could now be rendered impotent, he gave himself fully to his lust.

His pace grew wild, pounding her from behind as her body shook beneath him. Lirael had already climaxed several times, her voice now little more than desperate moans.

But Ethan only grew faster. Each thrust drove her further into madness. He’s so deep...! He’s going to break me! And yet... I don’t want him to stop!

"More...! More... faster! Aahhhhnnnn~!"

Her plea was ragged, yet utterly sincere.

"Get ready... I’m close too... arghhh!"

With a final powerful thrust, Ethan groaned as he released, flooding her womb with his seed. The sensation of being filled drove Lirael into yet another orgasm.

Her climax tore through her in the same moment, her body spasming violently, a scream ripping from her throat. I-I can’t... I’m cumming again! So full... it’s spilling out of me!

her body convulsing violently before she collapsed forward, boneless and trembling.

Ethan pulled out slowly, watching as a thick stream of juices and seed spilled from her overstimulated flower. Gently, he lifted her into his lap. She giggled senselessly, completely dazed, her mind shattered from too many peaks.

"Let’s make sure." He pressed a hand to her belly, just above her belly.

[Life Drain].

Wisps of magic curled out from her body into his palm. Carefully, Ethan targeted only his own seed, draining their potency. The moment it worked, he smirked. Now he could bury himself inside her as much as he wanted—without fear.

Leaning down, he kissed her deeply, his lips claiming hers in a long, needy lock.

The night did not end there. They continued, again and again, until the bath was filled with the sound of moans, ragged breaths, and the steady rhythm of flesh against flesh.

At last, Lirael’s body gave out completely. She lay unconscious, face flushed, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

Thoroughly satisfied, Ethan washed and dried her with care before carrying her to bed. He slipped under the blanket, pulling her close against his chest.

And as the two drifted into sleep, their faces bore the same expression—utter, blissful satisfaction.