“Ah... ah, Ceryl....”
Whether he was doing it on purpose or reacting purely on instinct, Varen kept letting out moans right by my ear. They were soft breaths meant only for me to hear, yet the slightly open window kept bothering me.
They said the room wasn’t soundproof.
They said Morpha would be keeping their hearing open.
My hands trembled as I clung to Varen’s shoulders, and in the end I lifted my head.
“Varen, be quiet....”
I was about to tell him to close his mouth, but he beat me to it by swallowing my lips. The heat tangling between us made my head swim, but I forced myself to think that this was better than letting indecent sounds reach Morpha’s ears.
Even that didn’t last long.
What was already hot and damp grew far more intense.
Because our faces were pressed so close together, I couldn’t see what was happening. So I lowered my shaking hand and felt around.
“Mm— ngh...!”
The instant my fingers touched it, I flinched and grabbed Varen’s shoulder. I hadn’t noticed, but the dragon’s sex was already out of his pants, rubbing against the front of my clothes.
Even that brief contact made my fingertips throb. I’d wondered why it felt so wet—he hadn’t even climaxed, yet a considerable amount of fluid was already leaking from the tip.
“Haa... Ceryl, just a little more....”
Every time our lips parted, Varen called my name in a desperate voice. All I could do was close my eyes.
Taking that as permission, Varen gradually became more aggressive. He rubbed the club-like length between my thighs and bit at my ear rim and earlobe without restraint.
And naturally, the already swollen part of me began reacting as well. The sensation built to its limit, sloshing unbearably, and my shoulders drew in.
“Varen, ngh... I’m— too, hh....”
I tried as hard as I could not to make a sound. Through clenched teeth, I stammered that I was about to come too.
What answered me was Varen’s quick movement. Before I could stop him, he yanked down the front of my clothes, and what had been trapped in a stifling place sprang free.
I tried to stop him too late and had no choice but to clamp both hands over my mouth. Otherwise, I would have cried out.
“Mm— ngh...!”
It was nothing more than a thin scrap of fabric, but once all obstacles were gone, Varen held nothing back.
Now two sexes pressed together, soaked in a clear liquid I couldn’t tell belonged to whom.
It wasn’t like relieving oneself alone—there was constant pressure. And just rubbing together in that searing heat was overwhelming stimulation.
Strange sounds filled the silent room. Varen’s burning breaths striking directly against my ears, the slick, sticky noises growing wetter with every stroke.
My already sharpened hearing caught every single one.
“Ceryl, Ceryl... haa, I can’t hold it....”
Varen pulled me tight against him with both arms. My legs, which had been spread apart, slid up over his thighs, and my hips lifted into the air.
With nothing supporting me, I panicked and struggled. With nothing else to grab, I clutched his shoulders, hands still covering my mouth.
In that moment, Varen, who had my upper body pinned, thrust his hips upward hard.
“Ngh! Hey— wait, ah!!”
Thud, thud.
The impact forced sounds from my throat.
Varen immediately covered my lower face with his thick palm, whispering in a low, sizzling voice.
“Haa... be quiet, Ceryl....”
The clear blue eyes I had always thought so pure were strangely distorted. He looked more frenzied than he ever had during rut.
That sight snapped my mind sharply back into place.
“Mmph! Mm!!”
“Haa... okay. I won’t— go all the way.”
“Mmmph!!”
“I really want to be inside you... but I’ll endure it, so don’t worry.”
If he meant to quiet me, he should have just covered my mouth. His large hand blocked my nose too, leaving me no way to breathe. I slapped at his shoulder, but he paid no attention.
Varen shifted his posture properly and began driving his hips in earnest. Something terrifyingly hot and hard crushed against my most sensitive place.
“Mmph...!”
It wasn’t entering—just thrusting wildly into empty air. His sex rubbed rapidly against mine, and the thick, coarse hair below scraped against my skin.
More than anything, every wet slap of flesh against flesh sent jolts of electricity through my entire body. His heavy frame bore down on me, compressing me completely.
I squeezed my eyes shut and endured the violent pleasure. My strengthless hands barely clung to his shoulders, and my toes dangling in the air curled on their own.
“Ah... ah, Ceryl, Ceryl... haa, I can’t hold it....”
“Mmph, mmph!!”
The sensations were unbearable, and I was running out of air. I had to fight desperately just to keep my consciousness from slipping.
Hitting and pushing did nothing, so I dug my nails into Varen’s chest, scratching uselessly. A pitiful motion that wouldn’t even leave a scar.
Still, it must have worked—Varen flinched and finally released his hand.
“Hah... haa, you— crazy bastard....”
“If you were short of breath, you should’ve said so sooner.”
“I was— trying to, ngh...!”
Varen checked my condition briefly, then moved again at once. This time, he hooked his arms under both my knees, folding my upper and lower body together as if to scoop me up.
The tightly sealed contact point made obscene, sticky noises. Just the sensation below felt enough to blow [N O V E L I G H T] a fuse, and the still-open window kept gnawing at my nerves.
Panting, I grabbed Varen’s hair and tugged.
“Ngh, mmh, Varen— hey... the window, it’s open....”
“Haa... that’s why. Be quiet. I don’t want anyone else hearing your voice.”
“Mmh! Ngh, what am I supposed to—!”
I wanted to hold my voice back, but it wasn’t easy. Even biting my lip only helped for a moment—whenever Varen slammed into me, my mouth fell open anyway.
“Ah... Ceryl, you’re so soft. Haa... I want to chew up your entire body....”
Now Varen brought both hands back and grabbed my hips. He kneaded roughly, as if intent on crushing the flesh.
He promised he wouldn’t enter, so I should have trusted him—but every time his long fingers slipped dangerously close between the cleft, my body trembled.
“Hhk... Varen... Varen, just a little— slower....”
At some point, tears were streaming freely down my face. Varen slowly licked them away with his tongue and pressed kisses to my eyelids.
If he was going to act so gentle, he could have at least listened—but my plea to slow down went ignored.
Even without penetration, the sound of skin slapping echoed dully. The tender flesh of my inner thighs throbbed painfully.
Yet the stimulation flooding my sex ruled over everything, and I couldn’t even feel that much pain.
“Ah— ah! Varen, I’m— I’m going to— come... hhng!”
“Just a little more... Ceryl, just a little....”
“No, ah— don’t— mmh...!”
In the end, my limbs, forced wide by Varen, curled inward as my body shook.
It was my first release since his rut, and my lower abdomen clenched as a maddening pleasure surged through me. I didn’t even have time to savor the aftershock.
“S-stop, stop, please— I’m— ngh, I’m coming—!”
Whether I climaxed or not, Varen’s hips did not stop. With no control over speed or pressure, he slammed into me at full force.
Before the first wave even faded, the sensation flared up again, and tears streamed down my face. My hands clawed at his back on instinct, nails digging in.
“Haa... Ceryl, your scent— your release smells really good, ha....”
“You crazy bastard...! Just— ngh, hey!”
“Don’t— scream... huff....”
My vision blurred with tears. Not that I could see anything but Varen’s bare skin anyway.
At the peak of overwhelming arousal, amidst sensations I couldn’t process, a thin strand of reason still screamed at me to stay quiet.
Unable to stop him any other way, I bit down hard on the shoulder in front of me. Knowing it wouldn’t leave a lasting wound, I sank my teeth in with all my strength.
Contrary to expectation, Varen froze the instant I bit him. It worked—but startled, I quickly released him and looked up.
“W-why? Did it— hurt...?”
“...No. You can bite harder if you want.”
Varen pressed his shoulder right back against my mouth and resumed moving his lower body diligently.
The moment my sex was stimulated again after climaxing, it swelled once more. Even soaked in countless fluids, bare skin grinding nonstop felt like it might burst into flames.
I swallowed my sobs and bit into his shoulder again. Only muffled groans spilled out.
“Mmh... ngh... mm....”
“Ah... Ceryl, harder. Bite harder.”
“Hhk... ngh....”
“Here too— bite here, Ceryl. It’s fine....”
This time, Varen thrust his thick neck right in front of my face. I couldn’t understand his behavior at all, but with my mind turned blank white, I couldn’t even guess his intent.
I simply bit and mouthed whatever he pressed against me, enduring the stimulation.
At that moment, something I had never felt in my life seeped through my body. My thighs trembled violently, my hips clenched tight, and a familiar yet unfamiliar discharge sensation burned through my lower abdomen.
“Hh— haa, Varen, I— again— ngh....”
“Haa... Ceryl, stay quiet and bite harder.”
“No— hey, I don’t— I don’t like this— stop, please, I’m—!”
“It’s still too early for that. Be quiet....”
After saying something terrifying, Varen lowered his head and captured my lips again. Biting his neck had been fine, but once I started speaking, I must have been too noisy.
Sweet saliva flowed in through our overlapping lips.
The magical fluid that restored stamina and vitality worked in a different way now.
It was like pouring oil onto a raging fire.
