Ch.227Duel (4)

Llewellyn was quite taken aback.

Never in his life did he expect to hear a woman say she would rape him, let alone from a girl much smaller than himself.

It was the kind of line you’d only find in some perverted book.

“From now on, whatever happens is your fault.”

What kind of “you’ll be begging for it” line was that?

But he couldn’t say no.

Because Llewellyn was also tempted by the proposal. He had been increasingly wanting to hold Melody, but had hesitated without a proper reason or opportunity.

In this situation, Melody taking the initiative made him feel at ease. Though he did feel a bit guilty.

He could overlook that. While he usually had control when rolling around with his sister or Isla, sometimes this kind of change wasn’t bad either.

Everything was fine until Melody pulled away after their long kiss, caught her breath, and asked:

“…But what exactly am I supposed to do?”

Is that something someone who just declared they would rape someone would ask?

Llewellyn thought this momentarily, but considering Melody’s unique circumstances, it made sense.

Although Melody was a “bard,” she was still a virgin.

It must be because of her dueling school background. Among them, she was particularly underdeveloped and didn’t actively utilize her body.

“Shouldn’t you start with what you want to do, Melody?”

“What I want to do…”

Melody did have sexual desires. But when actually asked what she wanted to do, she felt lost.

She didn’t have twisted sexual desires like Lucilla, nor did she need comfort like Isla.

That left only one thing: moving according to vague sexual urges. Even that would be impossible for a virgin like Melody who knew nothing.

She ultimately relied on Llewellyn.

“I’m not sure. What do people usually start with?”

Melody’s body, facing Llewellyn while soaking in the bathtub.

As he had noticed when washing her before, she had remarkable sculptural beauty.

Perhaps it could be called well-balanced. Though her body was slight, lacking the pleasant tactile sensation or abundance that Lucilla or Isla had.

Melody gave the impression of having a body that was complete in itself.

If he had to describe it, she had a fresh, youthful quality.

Her smooth, hairless body had fine down when examined closely, and the unique charm of her body was maximized by her slightly visible ribs and the small, firm breasts above them.

While not quite sinful, the difference in their builds made it feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t.

Though it wasn’t quite at Ortemilia’s level.

“Usually we start with foreplay.”

“Foreplay… Ah!”

Melody let out an exclamation, then whispered with slight hesitation.

“Um, actually, I have a request I’ve been too embarrassed to make. It might sound a bit perverted.”

“What is it?”

“Can I… touch your… thing?”

For someone who had declared she would rape him, this was a cautious approach. Llewellyn nodded, and Melody sat before him with a broad smile.

“Stand up. I want to smell it too.”

Llewellyn obediently stood, and as he did, his erect manhood suddenly reached Melody’s face.

She couldn’t see with her eyes. But that didn’t mean all her other senses were dead.

Melody encountered a man’s member for the first time in her life.

The penis she faced was alien in itself.

To her hearing, it was pulsing.

Thick veins seemed to run through it, with the pulse changing its rhythm with each throb, making it twitch.

It was big. Impressively so. Melody knew she would have reacted similarly even if she could see it, and unconsciously reached out her hand.

The penis twitched when her fingertips touched it. Melody flinched at the movement, then reached out again.

Next came her sense of touch. The penis in her hand felt strange. It was moist yet had a different kind of wetness, pulsing beneath her hand.

The smell that reached her nose was peculiar. There was no other way to describe it—some kind of aged scent.

It was surely clean, yet the smell was somehow captivating. Not quite foul, but tangy and addictive.

What would it taste like? Perhaps because of the scent, while Llewellyn watched, Melody silently extended her tongue and licked the glans.

“Mm.”

The penis twitched. Llewellyn looked down at Melody awkwardly licking his member.

Her movements weren’t meant to give pleasure. Rather, they were more like verification.

What did it taste like, how did it react?

Llewellyn remained silent, and only the gentle sound of Melody licking the glans with her extended tongue filled the bathroom.

It was tantalizing. Just as he was thinking it might be better to offer to do it himself and proceed quickly—

“Ugh.”

Llewellyn lowered his head at the sudden pleasure.

There was Melody with his penis in her mouth.

Careful not to touch it with her teeth, Melody had taken the glans into her mouth and was stroking the shaft with soft, hot lips.

Pleasure was rapidly building. A strange feeling. The sensation was particularly intense due to her high body temperature.

It was a sensation usually experienced during penetration. Hot, wet, and soft. For a virgin, she seemed surprisingly skilled, but—

Llewellyn could detect the hidden clumsiness. Like how her movements became neglected as she concentrated on avoiding teeth contact.

Still, it was impressive. Melody was overflowing with talent, and he’d heard bards were versatile.

This too? Really? Llewellyn was both intimidated by Melody’s talent and quietly enjoying the pleasure.

Now Melody was grasping his testicles with her small hand.

She kneaded them with just enough pressure not to hurt, and as with most testicle stimulation, it provided more mental elevation than physical pleasure.

Even though Melody could make him bleed if she squeezed hard, Llewellyn trusted her and remained still.

Melody was too focused to notice.

“…Phew.”

Skilled yet clumsy at the same time. The movements themselves seemed skilled, but there was a complete lack of technique in the act.

That part was fitting for a virgin. It was amazing how she made up for the rest with talent. Llewellyn quietly waited to see how far Melody could go, and she continued earnestly sucking his member for quite some time.

She moved her tongue as if crawling, licking, and pressed her lips against the urethral opening to swallow the pre-cum.

She spread her saliva with her hand, and even buried her nose against the urethral opening to smell it.

It felt like being an experimental subject. Though he thought there couldn’t be a more erotic experiment in the world.

Llewellyn was in the position of being “raped.”

No one being raped asks how they want it done, and Llewellyn was no exception.

“…Ah, sorry. I got too focused.”

It was quite a while before Melody released his penis. It had grown to its limit, making even Melody, who had been sucking it for a while, massage her aching jaw.

The preparation felt complete. Melody now contemplated what was about to happen and gently grasped the invisible penis.

Then she slowly moved her hand along its contours, imagining.

The shape and size of the penis.

She placed her other hand on her own crotch and stroked it gently.

She slightly opened her entrance to check if the thickness would fit, and drew the sticky fluid that emerged onto her abdomen like a line.

Only then did she realize something.

“…Isn’t it too big?”

Will this actually go in?

“The thickness doesn’t match… and the length seems a bit excessive.”

With her abnormally developed sense of touch, she felt her vagina couldn’t accommodate Llewellyn’s penis.

Too short, too small. Melody frowned with newfound concern, but—

Llewellyn was reaching his limit of patience.

Though it directly contradicted her declaration of rape, Llewellyn couldn’t help himself.

He wrapped his arms around Melody’s shoulders and pulled her close.

“…Huh?”

With his knight-slaying skills, martial arts, and dragon-dropping techniques, Llewellyn’s fighting abilities far exceeded normal levels, and Melody realized she was now lying on top of Llewellyn in the bath.

“L-Llewellyn?”

“I’m sorry.”

Why the sudden apology? Melody was about to say it wasn’t necessary, that she wasn’t hurt, but—

Before that, she felt a hot presence against her buttocks.

To Melody, who flinched at the shoulders, Llewellyn whispered:

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

“I-I just said it probably won’t fit—”

For the first time since losing her eyes, or more precisely, her sight—

Melody opened her eyes.

It was a reflexive response. After losing her eyes, she usually kept them closed to block even the light entering her eyeballs, as this made her other senses more acute and precise.

Even when her vision was still intact, she kept them closed, so it wasn’t an issue, and it actually felt more comfortable.

Now she opened her blurry eyes wide and gaped.

Her gaping mouth wouldn’t close. Melody squirmed at the foreign sensation penetrating deep inside her.

Her widely opened eyes trembled narrowly. The invading sensation was more of rejection and foreignness than pleasure.

It hurt. Her crotch felt scorching hot, as if being burned.

Tears flowed as her teeth clenched. She tried to speak, but only moans and gasping breaths came out.

Isn’t this too undignified? Melody tried to maintain her dignity, but the invading sensation didn’t stop.

“Ah, ugh, aaah!”

Tears came. She felt like she might wail uncontrollably. She didn’t know why, but her emotions pushed her that way. Melody writhed and buried her face in Llewellyn’s chest.

“Ha, huh, huuu…”

Only after what seemed like a long time did the pain subside enough for her to exhale.

The foreign sensation seemed to end after what felt like tens of minutes. In reality, it wasn’t even minutes, just seconds.

But that’s how it felt in her personal pain.

It was agonizing. She felt so full inside that she might vomit. She doubted whether this was really supposed to feel good.

Melody trembled her waist and breathed heavily while pressed against Llewellyn.

Yet it wasn’t entirely negative.

“Is… is it all in…?”

Finally, she was joined with Llewellyn. She had worried whether something so large could fit, but it had all gone in.

Her body was as much a proper woman’s body as Lucilla’s or Isla’s. A body capable of pregnancy and mating.

Melody smiled hazily with a sense of achievement, then—

“Does it feel good for you, Llewellyn? My—”

“…Only half of it is in yet.”

She froze at his words.

Indeed, it was as he said.

Pain came with the squelching sounds.

Along with faint pleasure and strong foreign sensation. What had already filled her insides was pushing even deeper, as if twisting her body itself.

It shouldn’t be able to go any deeper. There couldn’t possibly be that much space inside her.

She had been stabbed by a knife before, but this foreign sensation was even more intense.

She gaped at the feeling of melting hotly from within.

Until the moment the penis finally penetrated to her deepest part.

Melody screamed at the foreign sensation pushing even deeper, and gasped at the feeling of being completely filled.

The sensation of pushing against her womb, as if carving it out.

And simultaneously, the feeling of fulfillment—being completely filled for the first time in her life.

The paradoxical pain and pleasure arriving together. Melody felt the penis pressing firmly against her cervix, seemingly crushing it, and thought:

‘I should have prepared myself mentally a bit more.’

A belated regret.

She closed her eyes tightly and moaned on top of Llewellyn as he thrust his hips upward.