"Ugh..."
I let out a strange sound as the pressure and pleasure overwhelmed me, gently gripping Ira's head. She puckered her lips, carefully taking my cock into her mouth.
"Suck... slurp... ah..."
The sound of skin against air heightened the tension in the room. I locked eyes with Ira, focusing to keep my mind from drifting in the surging pleasure. Each time she took me into her mouth, her lips curved, and her cheeks hollowed and puffed out.
"Hmm..."
I held Ira's head, slowly moving it back and forth. Her leisurely pace was both satisfying and frustrating.
"Mph? Mmm... mph..."
Ira seemed startled by my sudden movement but quickly gripped my thighs, naturally increasing the pace. The pressure on my cock and the building pleasure were overwhelming. I had to resist the urge to thrust my cock deep into her throat.
Her meticulous licking, tracing every vein and inch of my throbbing member, kept triggering my sadistic impulses. After savoring her mouth for a while, I tightly gripped her hair as the urge to climax grew.
"Ngh...! Mph!... Ugh!"
I firmly held her head, ruthlessly thrusting into her mouth. The sensation of sliding past her lips was even more exhilarating.
"Gah... ugh... mph... ugh..."
Ira clung to my legs, her voice strained. After several thrusts, I reached my limit, pressing her head down as I plunged deep.
"Ngh... ugh..."
"Ah... ugh..."
I released my load into Ira's mouth, moaning involuntarily. She squirmed, gripping my thighs before her hands fell limp. I finally looked at her face. Still holding my cock in her mouth, Ira stared at me with teary, bloodshot eyes.
Carefully pulling out, she coughed, spitting my semen onto the floor. The messy white blob disgusted me, so I used a skill to clean it up.
My skill menu had various priestly abilities, including [Clean], a magic that removed filth.
Ira stuck out her tongue, coughing up the remaining goo. I patted her back, using magic to erase every blob she expelled. After coughing for a while, she looked at me and said,
"You... you won't leave now, will you...?"
"I'll always be in this mansion, Ira. Since you seem genuinely remorseful, I'm relieved."
Ira silently clung to my clothes. Her reddened eyes and flushed face reignited my desire. My limp cock stirred, standing erect again. Feeling it press against her hand, Ira looked up, startled.
"Ira, turn around for me."
"Like this?"
She crouched, turning her back to me. Her straight spine and firm, rounded buttocks were fully exposed. I caressed her side, helping her stand. Even from behind, her breasts felt firm.
"Ah..."
Ira let out a soft moan, flinching at my sudden touch. Mostly, it was my erect cock pressing against her thigh. I rubbed it against her, whispering into her ear,
"Ira, lean against the wall, hands flat."
She did as told, leaning against the wall. Understanding my intent, she pushed her hips toward me, bending forward. Already leaking arousal, she rubbed her buttocks against my cock. I pressed it into the crease of her buttocks, preparing to enter.
Then Ira spoke,
"You won't leave me alone, right? I'll do anything for you..."
"Of course."
I had no plans to discard Ira yet. Her ample breasts, pretty face, and excellent figure were too appealing. But if she became more bothersome, my mind might change.
Positioning my cock at her entrance, I slowly began to rub against her. Ira gripped the wall tightly, moaning softly.
"Ah... ah..."
I grabbed her hips, spreading them wide. Exposed completely, Ira looked embarrassed, lowering her head. I began to push my cock into her widened entrance.
"Ngh... ugh... mm..."
Unlike before, Ira offered no resistance, accepting me fully. Her warm, tight walls enveloped my shaft, pulsating around me. She rose onto her toes, adjusting to the pleasure and fullness.
I waited, feeling her shoulders relax, then thrust upward with all my strength. My thighs slapped against her buttocks, the sound obscenely loud.
"Ah!"
With a single thrust, Ira's shoulders trembled, her walls clenching tightly. I grabbed her breasts, steadying her. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, I felt her knees weaken.
"Ah... mm... Lord..."
I slowly began to thrust, her buttocks jiggling with each movement. Ira, with nothing to hold onto, frantically clawed at the wall, seeking release.
"Ah... ah... mm... ah!"
I lightly slapped her firm buttocks, increasing my pace. Her arousal dripped down her thighs, soaking them. The wet slapping sounds filled the room, growing more obscene.
"Ah! Mmm! Hmm! Ah!"
Ira, who had been moaning softly, now cried out, grinding herself against the wall. Seeing her slam her forehead against the wall in ecstasy, I thrust even harder.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ah... mm...! Hee... ah!"
The unique sounds, like slapping meat or splashing water, grew faster and louder.
"Ah! Mmm! Lord...! Ah... so good...! Ah...!"
Feeling the urge to climax again, I gripped her breasts tightly. As Ira's body tensed, her walls tightened, pushing me to the edge.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Ira screamed, her body trembling violently as she collapsed against me. Our connection broke, my semen dripping from her. She looked at me dazedly, lightly licking my lips.
As her tongue touched mine, my cock stirred again. Leaning against me, Ira blushed, feeling it press against her.
"Lord... do it again... if you do... you'll stay, right?"
"Yes, Ira. As long as you please me, I'll stay."
I lifted her easily, her weakened body light from our previous encounter. I tossed her onto the bed, stripping off her top. Completely naked, she parted her legs slightly. I lay beside her, saying,
"Ride me, Ira."
Without hesitation, she climbed on top. Feeling my cock press against her entrance, she moaned softly. I gripped her hips, thrusting deeply into her.
"Ngh!"
I felt myself buried to the hilt, deeper than ever before. Both of us gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. Slowly, Ira lifted her hips, and I met her movement.
Then she thrust down, and I slammed upward.
"Ngh!"
Ira rested her hands on my chest, burying her face in my neck. Exhausted, she could no longer move her hips. I grabbed her buttocks, beginning to thrust upward.
"Ngh! Mmm! Ah! Haa! Mmm!"
Ira moaned, her voice nasal as she clung to me. She leaned in, lips parted, and I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Our moans mingled, the sounds of our bodies obscenely wet.
Thrusting repeatedly, I felt the urge to climax again. Ira's body was flushed, her pleasure overwhelming. I looked into her dazed eyes, thrusting hard as I released.
"Ngh...! Ugh! Mmm! Ngh!"
Kissing her, Ira struggled, reaching her peak. Her eyes rolled back, body limp, she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. I kissed her lips once more, gathering my clothes from the floor.
Looking at the bed, Ira lay with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, seemingly unconscious or asleep.
With Ira taken care of, it was time to work.
"This is too inconsiderate, isn't it?"
The expected visitor had arrived—a fat, tanned blonde lord, sweating profusely as he entered my office. I had sent Siri downstairs to avoid him, and Ira stood beside me, attending to my needs.
He criticized the sudden departure of three villagers, calling it abrupt and inconsiderate. His words were valid.
In a fief, each villager was an asset—property, labor, and military strength. If a young, brash lord from a neighboring village took three villagers without consultation, complaints were inevitable.