Ch.286Solution (9)

Llewellyn had never embraced a woman with horns before.

Women with animal ears, tails, enormous breasts, or vampire fangs—yes, but horns were a first.

For a moment, he wondered if he could handle the horns properly.

But all worries dissolved into pleasure that spread through his shaft.

When he pulled on the horns to press Orthemilia’s small mouth close to his groin, he felt her tongue wrapping around his manhood with agonized moans.

The pleasure made him exhale heated breaths involuntarily. Llewellyn felt the tongue coiling around his base as he pulled his hips back, and seeing the tears welling in Orthemilia’s eyes made something boil inside him.

A burning sexual desire, overwhelming in its intensity. Driven by the urge pushing at his back, Llewellyn used Orthemilia like a tool, gripping her horns firmly, not even considering that someone might see them.

Without a doubt, Orthemilia enjoyed it too.

“Mmph, kuh, gulp, nngh, mmh.”

The vulgar sounds of her throat being penetrated. The foreign sensation running through her entire neck. Yet she didn’t let go, lovingly raising her tear-filled eyes to Llewellyn while pursing her lips and moving her tongue.

It was patience worthy of a mother’s love. Llewellyn crashed his desires recklessly into this motherly “mouth-pussy,” repeatedly thrusting his hips into Orthemilia’s mouth and stabbing her throat.

Involuntary moans escaped him. When he pulled the horns to thrust his hips as deep as possible, her throat undulated, wrapping around and stimulating his manhood. Her plump, long tongue coiled around his base and moved back and forth, creating a stroking sensation that brought immense pleasure.

As she tightened her throat and sucked vigorously, it felt like his glans and entire shaft were being vacuumed, almost as if she were gripping and stroking him with her hand.

An impossible pleasure. Llewellyn continuously exhaled heated breaths as he pulled Orthemilia’s horns straight, keeping his hips thrust into the deepest part.

Despite the pressure on her throat that should have induced gagging, Orthemilia closed her eyes tightly and gently sucked on his manhood with her pursed lips.

A devoted service filled with intense love. When he pulled the horns back, her coiled tongue unwound, licking his manhood as if reluctant to let go. Even after the glans left her mouth, she licked it and kissed it.

Orthemilia’s face flushed as she exhaled rough breaths. She repeatedly pressed her small, lovely lips against the glans, making wet kissing sounds before extending her tongue to wrap around his shaft.

Tears flowed as Orthemilia opened her tear-soaked eyes to look up at Llewellyn. She placed her hands on his thighs, closed her eyes, and took the glans into her mouth with her tongue still wrapped around the shaft.

What is she trying to do? Llewellyn wondered.

“Ah.”

With Llewellyn’s exclamation, her tongue rapidly stroked his shaft up and down. She pressed her mouth against the shaft, careful not to let her teeth touch it, delivering intense pleasure.

Her tongue, soft and moist, hot and sticky, moved back and forth leaving a viscous texture.

Much faster than stroking with hands, yet not painful—rather, a pleasant sensation that rushed urgently to his brain.

It was something no one else could replicate. Even a woman with a relatively long tongue wouldn’t be as long as Orthemilia’s.

Llewellyn felt intense pleasure in this service that only Orthemilia could provide.

The urge to ejaculate was building. He wanted to pull on her horns and ejaculate deep in her throat.

He wanted to pour his semen into that body that needed neither food nor water.

But before Llewellyn could unleash that desire, Orthemilia stopped her service.

Ah, a flowing sigh and Orthemilia’s expression, greatly curved in apparent joy.

In front of Llewellyn, she lifted the cloth—more precisely, fabric that was split from the lower abdomen and draped to either side—while sticky fluid dripped between her legs.

This revealed her womanhood, dripping with viscous bodily fluids.

“…Ah.”

His already throbbing manhood, affected by the mounting urge to ejaculate, twitched greatly, and Llewellyn stared blankly at the grinning Orthemilia.

She was still clothed. A leotard, perhaps? The garment worn under her tabard was shaped like that.

It was soaked with her love juices, wet enough to see through.

The garment appeared white. Orthemilia traced it with her tiny hands, slowly moving them to her lower body.

As she draped her hand over her crotch, with Llewellyn’s gaze fixed on her, she raised her fingernails to the cloth.

He knew what she intended to do. Knowing made it torturous to suppress the rising excitement.

Swish, swish. With the sound of fabric being cut, the cloth soaked with her fluids dropped down.

It was the remaining fabric after she had precisely cut out the crotch area. Orthemilia grinned as she exposed her womanhood, dripping fluids toward the floor.

“If you’re going to cum, pour it all inside your mother.”

Llewellyn’s manhood twitched. It seemed to be screaming that it was at its limit. Llewellyn embraced Orthemilia as if pouncing on her, and Orthemilia felt his manhood pressing gently against her belly as she exhaled breaths heated with excitement.

“Nngh, ugh. It’s too big, it won’t fit.”

Orthemilia let out words heated with excitement and passion while chuckling. She felt the large glans rubbing against her entrance, and each time he tried to insert it, it greatly missed and rubbed against her clitoris instead.

Each time, sweet moans escaped her. I didn’t know it would be this big. Maybe I should have prepared more. Even as she thought this, she whispered:

“Then at least, let’s pour plenty into mother’s womb?”

Whispering this, she grabbed his manhood and firmly pressed the glans against her entrance, aligning his urethra with her opening.

Llewellyn realized one thing from this movement: if he ejaculated now, he could cum inside her without actually penetrating.

So he couldn’t hold back. With short, rapid breaths, he bit Orthemilia’s nape, eliciting a shriek followed by a laughing moan.

“How wild… I like it…”

The words flowed out sweetly. She trembled as she felt Llewellyn’s semen erupting.

Semen dripped down her bare legs. The amount of sticky fluid clinging to her thighs and calves was substantial.

A sight suggesting that not much semen had reached her womb. Nevertheless, Orthemilia felt ecstasy as she sensed the semen filling her belly.

A sense of liberation, like scratching the womb that had been itching from enchantment. Yet a thirst remained. A feeling close to hunger, craving affection.

Is this enchantment? She thought, yet couldn’t resist. In truth, there was no reason to resist.

She kneaded the ejaculating glans, squeezing out the semen. Until that glans eventually entered her opening.

“Mmm, nngh?”

While she froze at the sudden movement, Llewellyn’s arms lifted her up.

“Ah?”

Her legs rose up. They rose to the height of her head. Perhaps because he forcibly lifted her legs, she felt an intense pleasure rushing through her from the continuing foreign sensation, her eyes widening and her mouth gaping.

“Augh, ugh…?”

Orthemilia finally realized what had happened to her.

She had been lifted like a tool and penetrated.

His manhood entered, seemingly scooping out the semen that had already filled her insides, and that semen was now free-falling to the floor.

“Hnng, aaugh?!”

And that wasn’t all. She immediately felt that foreign object moving roughly up and down.

Vulgar moans burst involuntarily from her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she was tightly embraced against Llewellyn’s chest, and his hips repeatedly thrust upward, colliding with her tiny buttocks.

Moans and cries of pleasure burst from her open mouth. Orthemilia could barely blink, her eyes wide open as she gasped.

‘What, what is happening?’

Her overflowing intelligence couldn’t analyze the phenomenon despite the obvious answer. As she gasped at the shock that shook her entire world, the glans that had risen toward her womb pounded it fiercely.

A shock that made her eyes roll upward involuntarily. The remaining shock transformed into pleasure, traveling up her spine from just behind her womb, through her neck, and turning into moans.

And it didn’t end there. It reached her face, making it flush and causing tears to flow.

Finally, it reached her brain, blowing away her intelligence and reason.

In the place where her overwhelming intelligence that made her an “alchemist” crumbled, there bloomed the female ecstasy.

The “defeat-desire”—if it could be called that—which had blossomed from the beating, humiliation, anger, and rationalization when she first met Llewellyn, something she had desperately wanted but could only satisfy through masturbation.

A somewhat disappointing desire that seemed hopeless when he casually called her “mom” with a natural smile.

Yet a desire that seemed possible when she learned he had slept with his sister.

She wished for complete defeat. Like now.

She exhaled breaths she didn’t need to take, within Llewellyn’s firm arms as he treated her like breeding stock.

The firm chest touching her cheek. She kissed it, and as she gasped, Llewellyn skillfully moved his hips, repeatedly pounding her womb.

“This, this is, domestic, violeeence…!”

“Shut up and tighten up.”

His growling words felt like they were raping her brain. She let out a “hiiit” sound as if frightened, yet her pupils were filled with affection as she gasped.

The violence pouring over her womb reminded her of the “first day.” That overwhelming violence when she could only grind her teeth in humiliation while he rubbed against her entrance.

“Isn’t that, too harsh, to say to your motheeer?!”

“I told you to shut up.”

Thwack! Her mouth closed, and a scream mixed with a moan was vulgarly expelled as Orthemilia’s eyes rolled back beyond her eyelids before returning. If it had been just once, it might have been bearable, but Llewellyn, pretending to be angry, repeatedly thrust his hips.

Thwack, thwack, THWACK, thwack.

Each sound carried a manly movement that violated her soul, brain, intelligence, and reason. What could be called “pile-driving” in Llewellyn’s culture, naturally followed by rough pistoning.

She was being violated by her creation, son, and lord.

She was being used like a masturbation tool, treated like a female animal, with semen spread throughout her womb and vagina by this brutal man lacking intelligence and reason who had beaten her during their first meeting.

That was magnificently filling Orthemilia’s unfulfilled desire for defeat.

The corners of her mouth loosened into a grin, and she cried unconsciously in the happiness she felt as she sensed the movements gradually speeding up.

She also let out moans close to crying. It wasn’t intentional. Unlike her usual self who calculated and planned almost everything before acting, this time it was purely her instinct.

The “animal” aspect dormant within her. The bestial aspect designed to receive seeds from males for pregnancy.

She gasped like an animal and, in a manner unsuited to her small body, wrapped her arms around Llewellyn’s neck.

“Squeeze, my breaasts…!”

With her hands on his neck, she threw her body backward, and before Orthemilia could finish speaking, he pulled her tabard to expose her breasts and squeezed them.

It hurt. It felt good. In this paradoxical coexistence of pain and pleasure, Orthemilia stiffened her neck backward and climaxed. Despite her vaginal walls tightening around him, Llewellyn thrust his hips as if shaking her off, and Orthemilia briefly lost consciousness before returning.

Both the moment of losing consciousness and the moment of returning were filled with pistoning.

And when she returned, she realized she had been laid on the floor.

She felt the cold, hard floor. Her knees hurt. But she had no time to care about that. She felt the glans advancing, seemingly carving out her vaginal walls as if excavating her insides, while she was pinned to the floor.

As she let out moans like expelling heat from her lungs, Llewellyn’s knees forcibly raised her knees and legs.

He gently pressed down with his knees on her legs that were trembling and about to collapse, preventing them from doing so, then strongly gripped Orthemilia’s two horns.

Ah, they feel like they’re going to break. Before she could voice this thought, Llewellyn’s words, like spitting, reached her ears.

“So what?”

A whisper suggesting he didn’t care at all, as if saying she was merely a hole to release his desires. She happily gasped as she was violated from behind, her horns still gripped.

The flowing love juices were already muffling all sounds. Each time he thrust roughly enough to make a thwack sound, an amount of love juice that seemed impossible to produce any more burst from her womanhood.

A quantity that could rightfully be called a flood. The fabric she had already cut out and dropped was soaked with semen and love juices, and the excess semen that had already filled her womb was bursting out in real-time.

Orthemilia unconsciously brought her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it. A small candle incomparable to the pleasure already shaking her. A movement soon buried by Llewellyn’s hip thrusts.

But it had sufficiently fueled her desire. Llewellyn gritted his teeth and repeatedly thrust his hips.

It was a greedy movement, writhing and squeezing his shaft.

Her small frame already provided considerable tightness, but despite how much he thrust, it seemed to regenerate, never losing its grip.

A strong vaginal pressure that felt like it would squeeze him to the root if he lost focus.

He liked that. Llewellyn gasped as he released her horns and pinned Orthemilia’s body to the floor.

Her relatively large breasts were squashed out of shape, and fingers entered her gasping mouth, forcibly opening it. Orthemilia, who had been gritting her teeth to endure the long pleasure, bit Llewellyn’s fingers.

There was venom.

Venom that maximized sexual sensation. Venom released instinctively. Llewellyn exhaled a “huh” at the fierce pleasure that battered his entire body from his fingers.

His body, responding to the venom, ejaculated a massive amount of semen.

An amount that couldn’t normally be produced, exceeding limits. An amount possible only because he was a homunculus.

The semen that gurgled out from his urethra recoated her womb.

Semen that filled her womb and rubbed against every fold of her vaginal walls as if to erase the internal organs there and replace them with semen.

Her womb, sore and bruised from the rough pistoning, reached climax each time it contacted that semen.

Orthemilia briefly lost consciousness at that sensation before awakening. When she came to, she realized she had been laid on the floor.

She felt the cold, hard floor. Her knees hurt. But she had no time to care about that. She felt the glans advancing, seemingly carving out her vaginal walls as if excavating her insides, while she was pinned to the floor.

As she let out moans close to crying, Llewellyn’s knees forcibly raised her knees and legs.

He gently pressed down with his knees on her legs that were trembling and about to collapse, preventing them from doing so, then strongly gripped Orthemilia’s two horns.

Ah, they feel like they’re going to break. Before she could voice this thought, Llewellyn’s words, like spitting, reached her ears.

“So what?”

A whisper suggesting he didn’t care at all, as if saying she was merely a hole to release his desires. She happily gasped as she was violated from behind, her horns still gripped.

The flowing love juices were already muffling all sounds. Each time he thrust roughly enough to make a thwack sound, an amount of love juice that seemed impossible to produce any more burst from her womanhood.

A quantity that could rightfully be called a flood. The fabric she had already cut out and dropped was soaked with semen and love juices, and the excess semen that had already filled her womb was bursting out in real-time.

Orthemilia unconsciously brought her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it. A small candle incomparable to the pleasure already shaking her. A movement soon buried by Llewellyn’s hip thrusts.

But it had sufficiently fueled her desire. Llewellyn gritted his teeth and repeatedly thrust his hips.

It was a greedy movement, writhing and squeezing his shaft.

Her small frame already provided considerable tightness, but despite how much he thrust, it seemed to regenerate, never losing its grip.

A strong vaginal pressure that felt like it would squeeze him to the root if he lost focus.

He liked that. Llewellyn gasped as he released her horns and pinned Orthemilia’s body to the floor.

Her relatively large breasts were squashed out of shape, and fingers entered her gasping mouth, forcibly opening it. Orthemilia, who had been gritting her teeth to endure the long pleasure, bit Llewellyn’s fingers.

There was venom.

Venom that maximized sexual sensation. Venom released instinctively. Llewellyn exhaled a “huh” at the fierce pleasure that battered his entire body from his fingers.

His body, responding to the venom, ejaculated a massive amount of semen.

An amount that couldn’t normally be produced, exceeding limits. An amount possible only because he was a homunculus.

The semen that gurgled out from his urethra recoated her womb.

Semen that filled her womb and rubbed against every fold of her vaginal walls as if to erase the internal organs there and replace them with semen.

Her womb, sore and bruised from the rough pistoning, reached climax each time it contacted that semen.

Orthemilia briefly lost consciousness at that sensation before awakening. Her body twitched and trembled as Llewellyn, still pinning her down, stirred his manhood inside her, causing moans close to crying to burst forth.

“Don’t, stiiir…”

Her voice was close to pleading. Llewellyn barely caught his breath at the lovely plea that made his manhood twitch, while Orthemilia blinked her swollen eyes, full of tears, as she was pinned to the floor.

For a while, they just gasped together. His manhood inside her was still enormous, and her womb was sore and aching.

But Orthemilia had something that came to mind with her faintly returned reason.

“The next egg I lay…”

Llewellyn looked at the back of her head questioningly.

Orthemilia turned her head sideways and chuckled.

“I won’t, be able to eat it.”

As his manhood twitched inside, pressing against her womb, Orthemilia let out a moan. She grinned and moved her buttocks from side to side, stimulating his manhood.

“Want to make more grandchildren?”

As if it still wasn’t enough.

Llewellyn fell for the provocation.