Chapter 226 – Ronye (6)

I had given in.

– Thump, thump.

But why… am I feeling relieved?

Marronnier, her appearance disheveled, looked up at me with fear-filled eyes.

“…Hic.”

My body responds to the endearing hiccup sound. Blood rushes to my lower region, becoming uncomfortably engorged.

‘I shouldn’t be like this.’

My body wouldn’t move as instructed. Touching the sacred tree would bring me no good.

– Drip.

Sweat trickled down from her forehead, rolling along her flushed cheeks. The rich scent of a woman stirred my senses.

– Gulp.

I was parched.

Right now, I yearned to quench this burning thirst. As I gazed into the trembling woman’s eyes, a surge of wickedness rose within me. How could I express this feeling?

“Haah… Haah.”

Our breaths intertwined, a whirlwind of emotions enveloping us.

Marronnier’s petite, swollen breasts heave irregularly. I fixated my gaze upon them. When I swallowed, she narrowed her eyes.

The body of a woman symbolizing the nation. Smooth, well-tended skin without an ounce of flab. A faint, ethereal scent, reminiscent of wispy white clouds.

A pure, unblemished body, so innocent yet tantalizingly erotic due to its lack of experience, as if it could be sullied simply by following the lead.

With tears in her eyes, she spoke with desperate sincerity.

“I’m sorry, just do it. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll just lie down in the corner…”

Her voice seemed as if it would shatter if touched.

Even though she could easily banish them with magic, she didn’t entertain the thought of conjuring any. Truth be told, I felt the same. If I thought about it, there seemed to be dozens of ways to escape this situation, yet my body refused to cooperate.

“…If it ends like this, I won’t say a word.”

The dim glow of the electric light casts a shimmer upon her teardrops.

The tears, like shimmering jewels, gathered at the corners of her eyes before cascading downward.

*Plip.*

The moment her tears dampened the ground mirrored the instant my saliva dropped.

“…Hm?”

*Flick.* Just like that, reason vanished. As I heard Marronnier’s moisture-laden voice, I pressed my face against the nape of her neck.

“…Hic!”

Marronnier gasped for breath.

The full-bodied scent filled my nostrils. It was the fragrance of a woman not yet in her prime. I yearned to seize it within my hand, to claim it as my own. As I breathed it in, my senses blurred, and a restless longing took hold.

Impatience swelled within me.

My ten fingers trembled uncontrollably, and my breath coarsened, like a dog catching the scent of a delectable treat. Marronnier, watching my face, became increasingly tinged with despair.

I longed to stain the pristine white cloth with my own colors.

The tears clinging to the corners of her tightly shut eyes were like transparent jewels. A noble and delicate figure, symbolizing an entire nation.

Marronnier covered her face with both her arms.

“…Please, stop…”

I slowly lifted my face from the nape of her neck. Between her slender, white arms, her frightened eyes were staring back at me.

“I know you’re struggling… I know… but I’m scared.”

Her pale face trembled as she spoke. I barely managed to part my quivering lips.

“Can you use magic?”
“…Huh?”
“Find a way… to knock me out.”

I decided there seemed to be no other choice. Marronnier, with tears in her eyes, hesitantly began to gather her magical energy in her hands.

-Nod.

-Hisssss.

As Marronnier collected the energy in her hands and created a wave, I silently waited for it to strike my head.

“…I’m sorry.”

She murmured to me with a trembling voice.

Simultaneously, Marronnier reaches her hand towards my forehead.

*Flick.*

The attack lands directly.

*Crash!*

Blue magic splatters all around.

My vision blurs. My head jerks back, and reason nearly flies away but stops just in time. Was it successful? The moment that thought crosses my mind, I click my tongue, sensing my numbed consciousness within.

My body, which narrowly escaped losing all reason, is now filled with heat and lust.

*Thump, thump.*

Instinct.

Marronnier, attempting to crawl out from between my legs, cautiously looks at my face. It’s as if she’s trying to confirm whether I’ve truly lost consciousness.

“Make her yours.”

A stranger’s voice seems to echo in my ears. Has it come to the point where I’m creating fake names just to assault a woman? What a despicable bastard.

I can’t recall.

Standing on my knees, dazed like a broken machine, I slump forward. Marronnier catches my body.

“…Ugh.”

With tear-stained hands, Marronier hugged me, tightly wrapping her arms around my back. Was she feeling grateful? The magic in her hand seemed to be a kind of healing spell.

I shuddered, and the eerie Marronier, startled, tried to pull away from me. As my instincts took over, my body moved to pounce on her.

“…Ah, ah… Squeeze!”

-Thud.

“Why, why? Why? You were definitely unconscious!”

Pressing down on her from above, I nestled my upper body between Marronier’s thighs. As my hand roughly reached inside her clothes, she tried to scream in fright.

“Gasp!”

But her body stiffened so much that she couldn’t scream.

Marronier’s eyes widened in astonishment.

My hand, gently caressing her soft lower belly, slowly moved upward.

The raised top rested on Marronnier’s collarbone, revealing her adorably swollen breasts, with light pink nipples exposed above her bra.

I swiftly picked up Marronnier and embraced her.

Like a teddy bear, Marronnier offered no resistance, tightly biting her lips and trembling as if she were a soaked puppy.

There was no more time to waste. I undid my pants.

As I pulled out my painfully erect cock, it rested between Marronnier’s hips, beneath her damp panties. When I slightly relaxed my grip on her, she appeared to be fully seated on my cock.

“…I don’t want this.”
“Why?”
“I’m scared.”

My rationality blurred, I didn’t even know why I spoke those words. I just let the words fall from my lips as my body followed suit, moving on its own. I gently shifted my hips, causing a stirring sensation.

Marronnier’s body swayed up and down like it was crossing a speed bump with every movement of my cock.

“Are you scared, Ronye?”

Nod, nod, nod, nod.

Marronnier nodded as if firmly believing that by speaking well, she could escape this situation.

“So why did you do that? I told you not to come near.”

I voiced my thoughts with a hint of resentment. If only there had been enough distance, I could have endured it. It would have been only me suffering, and then it would have been over.

“…I’m sorry. I truly hoped you’d be alright… You’re still frowning.”

Marronnier spoke with regret. In response, I muttered in a daze,

“It’s too late.”

With those words, my reason completely abandoned me.

I removed Marronnier’s wet underwear and skirt as she lay on the floor. Her body tensed, unable to do anything but obediently accept my touch.

Stripped bare, she looked more like a rabbit than a cat.

A cute rabbit, unable to even scream. Marronnier trembled, soaked in fear of the unknown experience.

I pressed my now much harder member against Marronnier’s intimate area.

“Huhhh…”

Marronnier gasped for breath.

There was no foreplay, and she wasn’t wet. Normally, I would have taken the time to make her feel comfortable, but I didn’t have the leisure or the emotion for that now.

Marronnier’s tightly closed, hairless sex.

– Poke.

I gradually pushed my hips forward.

– Zuzuzuz, that is.

Marronnier’s adorable toes, which were reaching towards me, curled up tightly.

“Ugh, ugh! Ha ha ha… ah… ah…!”

The sensation of her being stretched open and torn apart. Marronnier couldn’t hold back her cries.

“It hurts! It hurts…!”

Terrified, she couldn’t even scream properly. Marronnier began to whimper softly, like a small, frightened animal. I wasn’t even halfway inside her, but it was already unbearably tight.

“Ahhhh…”

Tears fall from the eyes.

Only then did I feel a slight return to consciousness, as if I had been struck somewhere. A sensation of regaining control over my body for a very brief moment. However, soon enough, the body succumbs to lust once more.

I reached out and breathed a faint spell into Marronnier.

A peculiar magic that heightens a woman’s sensitivity and brings her to climax. As my hand touched Marronnier’s nape, her tear-streaked face twisted ever so subtly.

“Ugh, huh… Ugh.”

The effect is diminished, but I move my hips again.

Slowly, mechanically.

“Gasp, ugh.”

Even though only half of me is inside her, Marronnier struggles to accept it.

My body seems intent on imprinting itself upon this woman. I pressed my body as close to her as possible and rocked my hips.

My cock moves in and out near the entrance without being fully inserted.

I must have made about a hundred round trips.

The entrance to Marronnier’s vagina gradually began to moisten.

“It hurts… Ah, ugh, uh….”

Marronnier’s tearful expression slowly transformed. My body was steadily discovering the places that made her feel good.

I embraced her with all my strength. Marronnier’s chin came to rest on my shoulder. As I licked her earlobe, a faint breath escaped her lips.

Marronnier, leaning against the wall of the cave, helplessly clung to me. Her body shivered at the sound of water coming from beneath her.

-Gurgle.

The warm liquid soaked my lower abdomen.

“…Ah, oh. Ah…”

Trembling with fear and unknown pleasure, she weakly gripped my shoulder. Eventually, her moans escaped as she succumbed to the repeated stimulation of her erogenous zones.

“Uh…”

In a deep and lewd manner, we held each other tightly, as if we could break each other’s bones, without even looking at one another’s faces. Marronnier no longer uttered a word.

“Ah… ah… ah… ah…. mmm.”

Even describing their union as sticky seemed inadequate when passions ran high.

It was rough, yet tender; devoid of consideration for the other, yet this very lack intensified the pleasure they could draw from each other.

As her erect nipples grazed my clothes, a breath laced with pain and dizziness escaped her lips.

– Bzzzz, bzzzz.

Around the moment she seemed to feel pleasure, I penetrated her depths with all my might.

“…Ah, mmm!”

Her quivering inner walls seemed to welcome me, as if responding to a knock on a door.

Now, she is mine.

The base of my shaft, not yet fully inside her, was suddenly thrust in. Marronnier gasped in surprise, swallowing her breath.

“…Ah! Ah… ah… ah… mmm…”

She panted, each breath laced with trembling anticipation.

Marronnier appeared to finally grasp the gravity of the situation, murmuring with a furrowed brow, caught between pain and pleasure.

“I don’t want this… I hate you.”

As soon as those words left her lips, I moved my waist roughly.

“Ah! No, oh…! I don’t want this. Ah! No… Ah! Ahh!”

Maronie’s half-screams filled the air as she struggled to escape from my embrace. But the more she tried to break free, the tighter I held her.

Overwhelmed by frustration, she seemed on the verge of collapse when I hugged her. Maronie’s mouth gaped open, and saliva crept out.

Her love juices, faintly mixed with blood, grew thicker and more slippery. Maronie’s tightness clenched around me, pressuring me to release my seed even faster.

My excitement grew, and I pressed our bodies together.

Maronie gasped for breath.

-Thud!

My waist shook so violently that I lost control and fell to the floor. Even so, I continued to thrust upward without stopping. Maronie, her strength drained from her body, sobbed with a tear-streaked face.

-Zeuuufuuuuuu!

Semen surged, filling her to the innermost depths as the climax overtook them.

“Ah, ugh… ha, haa, hah… yes, aah…”

As I gently caressed her waist, moans escaped from Marronnier’s lips. Regaining a semblance of consciousness, I released her restraints. I had held her so tightly that vivid red marks were left on her body.

Marronnier’s azure eyes quivered, innocence lost. Her tongue, parched from heavy breathing, ventured out of her mouth and moved like a puppy’s.

The dripping saliva soaked my body. I gently stroked Marronnier’s head.

Dazed and unable to judge, Marronnier accepted my touch. As I saw my expression reflected in her eyes, tears welled up on her face.

“…Is it over? No more pain…?”

Her tone seemed increasingly childish.

Marronnier could not rise from me; she simply held me tight and sobbed.

The issue is that my body is still in prime condition.
I momentarily regained my senses, but it wasn’t long before they were severed again.

As my breathing shifted once more, Marronnier ceased her sobbing.
Her relief visibly evaporated in an instant.

“It’s not over… Ugh, ahh!”

As I thrust my cock into her, Marronnier writhed in torment once more.
This time, I lifted her body and positioned her on all fours, like a dog.

Her plump, soft buttocks pressed against my crotch and squeezed tightly.

There were still twenty-three hours left.

Marronnier gradually raised her voice.

“Ah… yes, yes, yes!”

Feeling herself slowly being consumed by lust.