Ch.241Lorian (3)

Originally, a virgin’s vagina was not well-suited for accepting foreign objects.

Tightly closed, with insufficiently developed sensitivity, it would only bring pain when penetrated.

Typically, virgins needed to be properly loosened up first. Lorian should have been no different.

Yet even as Luwellin pressed down on her body, with that snow-white cloth rustling below her abdomen, transforming into a soft moan…

Even as the tip of Luwellin’s manhood, the glans, burrowed in, Lorian was busy exhaling hot breaths, immersed in pleasure rather than pain.

And with it came waves of ecstasy. Luwellin unconsciously let out an excited breath at the intense pleasure that made his vision sparkle.

He had only inserted the tip, yet the pleasure was extraordinary. Even for Luwellin, who had considerable experience with women, this was surprising.

First, the tightness inside was formidable. It gripped him as if to strangle him, and whether due to their shared bloodline or not, the tightness was superior to Isla Melody, who had physical limitations.

The only comparable being was his sister. Luwellin recalled Lucilla’s inner walls as he pushed his glans deeper with force.

With a gasping moan, Lorian’s semen-covered face cried out in pleasure. Watching Lorian alternately clenching and relaxing her teeth, Luwellin thought honestly:

Lorian’s inner walls and vaginal pressure surpassed even Lucilla’s.

Born naturally female with overwhelming qualities, Lucilla was outmatched.

This meant only one thing: the curse of becoming a “woman” had transformed Lorian’s body into an “ideal female.”

Additionally, the blood manipulation of their bloodline played a role. Luwellin drooled as he felt the vaginal flesh tightly gripping his manhood, enveloping it densely from all directions while pulsating.

It felt good. So good that for a moment his hips nearly slipped out, making him jolt before repositioning himself. Luwellin exhaled a long breath while gripping Lorian’s trembling thighs.

He couldn’t hold back. He didn’t hold back. Whether Lorian wanted it or not, he was thrusting his manhood into Lorian’s hole and panting heavily.

His manhood was drenched in semen. Recalling that Lorian had begun menstruating, this act was extremely dangerous.

She could become pregnant. And if she became pregnant…

‘Would that be so bad?’

For a moment, Luwellin’s reason clouded. He met Lorian’s eyes beneath him.

Those hazy red irises were clouded with pleasure. Luwellin felt something crumbling inside him.

The facts that they shared blood, that Lorian was originally sexless, that they were friends…

None of that came to mind. Luwellin’s manhood gradually burrowed deeper. Lorian’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she tilted her head back with a moan.

Her eyes grew hazy, and she panted with a disheveled expression. Luwellin pushed his manhood to the root while pinning Lorian down.

Forcibly parting the resistant vaginal flesh with his manhood, he reached the deepest part.

The wetness of her fluids made insertion alone produce squelching sounds, and although Luwellin knew that inserting his semen-drenched manhood put Lorian at risk of pregnancy…

He couldn’t suppress it. It was a strangely reason-clouding sensation. Only instinct, only sexual desire remained flickering.

Like enchantment returning upon itself. Luwellin savored the vaginal flesh while breathing heavily, his manhood inserted to the root.

The vaginal entrance tightly squeezing just beside the base, the inner walls writhing and conforming to the shape of Luwellin’s manhood.

And at the end of the vagina, accepting the glans that extended along Luwellin’s straight shaft, it seemed to throb.

The cervix that Luwellin had stimulated earlier was also there. Luwellin unconsciously thought that Lorian’s womb was craving his semen.

The insertion itself was unexpected. It couldn’t be considered rational behavior. Yet Luwellin couldn’t withdraw his inserted manhood.

He knew what would happen if he pulled his hips back to withdraw. So he endured, but…

“Lu…wellin…”

Lorian called to Luwellin with a slurred tongue. After calling, with a dazed expression, Lorian licked the hand placed on her cheek.

It was a hand covered in semen. Watching Lorian greedily licking up the semen, Luwellin felt something snap inside him.

“Hnngh…!”

His hips moved. He could no longer hold back. Luwellin pulled his hips back at length.

Naturally, the vaginal flesh that had been clinging desperately folded back around the glans and shaft.

The intense pleasure that followed naturally. Lorian panted, letting out vulgar moans while squirming.

Even amidst this, the vaginal flesh tightened snugly and rhythmically. Luwellin exhaled sharply and unconsciously thrust his hips forward.

Thud! Lorian’s body shook, and her womb felt crushed. It wasn’t actually crushed, but for a moment, Lorian felt as if her entire body was being smashed.

Instead of pain, intense pleasure filled that space. A pleasure so powerful it seemed to transform the pain of being crushed into ecstasy. With a squirt of fluid, Lorian gritted her teeth and shed tears.

It was a stimulation hard to endure. For both Luwellin and Lorian. Luwellin repeatedly pulled back his hips and thrust forward, feeling the vaginal flesh wrapping around him like hands.

Pressing against the womb, parting the vaginal flesh with his glans, rubbing the vaginal wall with the urethral opening at the tip of his glans, filling the inside with pre-cum.

Lorian panted and squirmed at these movements, nearly fainting with convulsions, but rhythmically tightened and relaxed in time with Luwellin’s hip movements.

It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Something hard, thick, and hot was stirring inside her.

It should have been like a heated blade, but Lorian found the action unbearably lovable.

And it felt good.

She even liked how Luwellin clung to her, thrusting his hips repeatedly while naked. When pre-cum filled the spaces between her vaginal folds all the way to her womb, Lorian had to writhe while letting out a long scream of satisfaction.

Lorian noticed the change when Luwellin’s thrusting became increasingly rough, and what could be called technique disappeared.

He was simply thrusting his hips back and forth repeatedly and forcefully. Unable to close her eyes, Lorian filled the room with vulgar cries of pleasure while gripping the bedding tightly and throwing her head back.

It felt like suffocation. Despite being a species that wouldn’t die from suffocation, Lorian threw her head back and exhaled moans with an intense sense of crisis.

Simultaneously, the manhood inserted to the root twitched. The testicles pressed against the vaginal entrance also twitched, expelling something produced inside along the manhood.

“Ah, hic, haaa…”

Surprisingly, she felt satisfaction. Lorian exhaled heated breaths while trembling slightly, feeling Luwellin’s manhood quivering before her womb.

There was a strange foreign sensation. Lorian looked down at her own abdomen while trembling slightly, without realizing it.

The organ that produced blood during each menstruation.

Something was entering her womb. A fluid that was hot and foreign, yet seemed naturally destined to return there.

Lorian didn’t know, but it was semen. The seed of life still overflowing from the urethral opening into Lorian’s womb.

Simultaneously, it was nourishment that could be consumed by a being like Lorian, both a “blood knight” and a “woman.”

Satisfaction and fullness rose from within her. It was an amount of energy incomparable to simple blood drinking.

Enough to continue fighting even after using Origin Manifestation. Lorian exhaled roughly, her chest swelling.

Thus, Lorian blinked her dazed eyes and looked up at Luwellin.

The homunculus who was her master, with sweat-soaked disheveled hair, looking at Lorian with ash-gray eyes.

And perhaps…

The man who should be loved as Lorian’s “father.”

Recalling this, Lorian found herself unconsciously reaching out.

There were no words. Lorian just maintained a dazed expression, her usually tied hair now disheveled and loose.

In that state, she cupped Luwellin’s cheeks. Without making any particular movement, she met Luwellin’s eyes.

She didn’t beg for kisses or blood drinking. Rather, she craved the new type of nourishment filling her inside.

She yearned for it desperately. But even more than that, Lorian couldn’t help but smile when she saw Luwellin’s face.

“…Lorian.”

She raised the corners of her mouth gently and smiled broadly. Luwellin couldn’t resist at the sight.

“Ah.”

He flipped Lorian’s body. Making her lie face down on the bed, Luwellin mounted her.

He could see her sufficiently large pelvis and well-curved buttocks. Between them, the vaginal entrance dripping semen.

A well-ripened virgin since her body changed, now accepting Luwellin’s manhood. Thinking it seemed made just for him, Luwellin pressed his body against her, pinning her down.

“Ah, haaa…”

Just the touch of his glans against her entrance elicited a lewd moan.

But it was different from before. Due to the different position. Lorian, despite her lack of knowledge, instinctively understood this and…

Slightly raised her hips to make it easier for Luwellin to enter.

It was an instinct acquired from becoming an “ideal woman.” A small consideration that Luwellin couldn’t miss.

Knowing that Lorian, without any knowledge, had done this, Luwellin became uncontrollably excited.

He pushed in his manhood, now stiff and hard. From the glans, it parted the vaginal flesh. Lorian curled her toes in response to these movements, and when he struck her cervix, she let out a long cry of pleasure with the afterglow of climax.

Could this really be a blood knight? Luwellin thrust his hips immediately after this fleeting thought.

A gasping moan escaped. Luwellin pressed against Lorian, stirring her vagina from behind.

Pinned under Luwellin’s weight, Lorian couldn’t resist. She unconsciously tried to close her legs, but Luwellin’s knees prevented it.

She could only stare with wide eyes, her mouth open due to Luwellin’s hand, letting out stifled moans as she endured the long, rapid “stirring” from her cervix to her vaginal entrance.

Persistent and greedy movements. With each thrust of Luwellin’s hips, Lorian’s reason blurred and returned repeatedly.

By her perception, her consciousness disappeared twice with each thrust. Sometimes, when it felt especially good, it happened three times.

She briefly lost consciousness at the climax that came from forcibly parting the vaginal flesh with his thrusts, then awakened at the impact of him striking her cervix, only to lose consciousness again as she moaned while the glans firmly pressed the edge of her vaginal flesh.

Repeating awakening and fainting like this, Lorian was both crying and laughing.

She smiled because it felt extremely good, but it was so intense that she unconsciously shook her head and begged.

Even when she begged him to stop thrusting, saying she would go crazy, he wouldn’t listen. Rather, when Lorian tried to close her legs, Luwellin pressed her body down firmly.

The tightening of her vaginal flesh from closing her legs felt good. It was already good, but now it was incomparably better. Luwellin pressed his body against Lorian’s back, buried his nose in the crown of her head, and moved only his hips up and down.

Lorian’s thin clothes were crushed between their skin, and her breasts were toyed with as Luwellin’s inserted hand partially undressed her.

Breasts neither large nor small. Appropriately sized breasts were being roughly kneaded in Luwellin’s hands.

It was like mating between beasts. Despite her lack of knowledge, Lorian had the distinct impression that it was bestial.

Luwellin felt the same. Bestial. Obscene. Yet he couldn’t stop. His hips wouldn’t stop. Luwellin roughly thrust his manhood into the lewd vaginal flesh of the blood knight who thoroughly served him.

Squelch, squish, slurp, slap!

Lewd wet sounds echoed. Stains spread on Lorian’s skirt, and a scent so pungent it felt obscene wafted from both their bodies.

The result of love juices, semen, and pre-cum mixing haphazardly. Despite the possibility of pregnancy, the result of thrusting his manhood roughly and mixing bodies as if trying to impregnate his subordinate of the same bloodline.

In a place devoid of reason, Lorian had already rolled her eyes back while hugging a pillow. All she felt was the pleasure accompanying the fierce hip movements and a faint awareness.

How did it come to this? Lorian didn’t care about such things and unconsciously raised her hips to accept Luwellin’s manhood.

It felt good. But more than feeling good, Lorian realized that something that had been suppressing her and festering inside had disappeared.

Only then did Lorian realize what she had been wanting and desiring all along.

She had wanted to be like this with Luwellin.

She wanted to be used like a tool by Luwellin, forcibly embraced and used.

Just like now, she wanted to cry out in pleasure with each thrust, forgetting her dignity as a knight and crying from the intense pleasure.

And it had happened. Lorian, gasping from the intense pleasure, happily accepted the fact that she was being pinned down by Luwellin’s weight.

It was no different from when she first used Origin Manifestation. She liked being used by Luwellin, treated like a tool.

Even harsh treatment didn’t break her spirit; she secretly liked it. She considered it the proper attitude of a master handling his blood knight.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Lorian had been desperately yearning for this. From the origin hidden in Lorian’s blood, she had been desperately yearning for this to happen.

That’s why Lorian was happy now. She unconsciously spread her legs, and Luwellin, feeling Lorian trying to fully accept his manhood, wrapped his arms around her waist.

He thrust his hips as if to impregnate her. The sound of Lorian’s clothes, soaked with fluids, love juices, semen, and sweat, rustling mixed with squelching sounds, and Lorian smiled hazily as she felt Luwellin’s hand caressing her womb over her lower abdomen.

Something big was coming. She couldn’t endure anymore. As Lorian’s eyes rolled back…

Squish!

Luwellin’s manhood reached the deepest part and ejaculated semen.

Semen erupted with such force it could be called an explosion, filling her womb. Lorian felt the semen seeping into her womb, approaching a single cell formed inside.

Something that should never happen to those of their bloodline.

A result attainable because she had become an ideal woman. Lorian didn’t know its name, but her body did.

It was pregnancy.

She received Luwellin’s seed, planted it in her soil, and turned her lewdly relaxed face sideways to look at her master.

“More…”

The words that flowed out were not appropriate for a knight to say to her master.

But Luwellin didn’t mind. He gritted his teeth and tore apart the dress that had been wrapped around Lorian’s body.

Lorian was happy. Even until the moment she completely lost consciousness much later.