Chapter 110: Mittelt's Turn
Fallen angels may have lost the protection of God, but that does not prevent them from continuing to wield holy powers.
For example, light, which is a deadly poison to demons.
The power of a lower-class fallen angel is generally average, but if Haruto were to use it against other demons in the future, it might unexpectedly yield remarkable results.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and primal release. It was a stark contrast to the divine origins of its inhabitants, a temple of flesh where new loyalties were being forged in the heat of desire.
Pulling his still-erect member out of Kalawarna, the swollen and reddened valley was once again rubbed, causing the blue-haired beauty, lost in her daze, to let out a moan that was unclear whether it was pain or pleasure.
A glistening strand of their union connected them for a moment before snapping, a testament to the intensity of their consummation. Haruto admired the view; her thoroughly used body was a masterpiece of debauchery.
Having experienced such an intense first encounter, even offering up her sacred flower palace, Kalawarna was now completely limp, as if her mind had stopped functioning altogether.
Her wings, once symbols of a celestial past, lay splayed and trembling against the sheets, every few moments giving a weak flutter as another aftershock of pleasure wracked her spent form. She was ruined, and beautifully so.
She was completely unaware of Haruto's departure and didn't even notice when another round of conquest began beside her.
Long before Kalawarna was brought to climax by Haruto's fingers, Yuuma and Mittelt had already found it hard to resist placing their hands on their own beautiful and alluring valleys.
The sight of their stern, composed senior being reduced to a mewling, begging mess had ignited a fire in their own bellies. The wet sounds of coupling, the raw, unfiltered moans—it was an education more potent than any stolen video.
They lacked experience, but that didn't mean they were completely ignorant of such matters.
As healthy and mentally sound fallen angels, both of them had experience watching videos and pleasuring themselves.
But this was different. This was real. The scent of Kalawarna's arousal was a tangible perfume in the air, and the memory of Haruto's powerful, dominating form moving over her was seared into their minds, making their own solitary touches feel hollow and insufficient.
However, witnessing someone they knew personally engage in such acts felt entirely different from watching it on a screen—far more stimulating, especially with Kalawarna's nearly broken expression, which filled them with both longing and fear.
When Haruto stood up, the cute and lively golden-haired fallen angel with her fang-like teeth was still fumbling with her small hands inside her pajamas. It wasn't until she was pressed heavily beside the still-dazed Kalawarna that she finally snapped back to reality.
The cool air against her skin as Haruto loomed over her was a shock, but the heat radiating from his body was a welcome promise. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation.
Her slender arms wrapped around Haruto's neck, and her small, cherry-like lips pressed against his sensual thin lips. Under the influence of lust, she had forgotten all about fear, only wanting to satisfy the emptiness and itchiness inside her as quickly as possible.
It was a desperate, clumsy kiss, all need and no technique. She poured every bit of her pent-up frustration and yearning into it, her small body pressing against his chest.
Sensing the girl's surging desire, Haruto slipped his hand into her cotton pajamas and pressed it against her smooth, tender skin. Mittelt shifted slightly, then her little tongue began to stir even more fiercely.
His touch was like a brand, searing through the thin cotton, claiming her. She could feel the rough texture of his palms, a warrior's hands, now dedicated to mapping the soft, yielding landscape of her body.
Haruto's hand moved directly between the girl's warm and elastic thighs, his heated palm stroking back and forth along the delicate inner thighs of the adorable fallen angel.
Mittelt's small mouth parted slightly as she let out a low, unrestrained moan.
"Ah... Mm... A little deeper..."
The girl's sexy, red lips parted as she panted lightly. Haruto's hand slowly breached the final defense, sliding into the slender, symmetrical gap between her thighs. His fingers parted her soft, downy bush, gently teasing the pink, petal-like lips that had begun to slightly bloom.
A fresh, sweet scent, uniquely Mittelt's, rose to meet him. Her body was already weeping for him, her innocence preparing its own surrender.
"Oh..."
Mittelt let out a desperately suppressed sound from her throat, her body trembling as if struck by electricity. Her plump, rounded bottom instinctively shifted backward, trying to escape Haruto's lewdly rubbing fingers. Yet his fingers remained firmly cupped in the girl's lamb-fat-like, swollen valley, teasing her moist, tender, and slick bud until it stood erect and glistening.
"Please... oh god... more..." she begged, her earlier attempt at flight forgotten, her hips now pushing back against his invading hand.
At the junction of her two petals, his fingertip, coated with the involuntary flow of fluid, pressed against the delicate pink stamen of the girl. The layered, tender flesh of her valley quivered and contracted under Haruto's teasing, transparent honey continuously trickling out...
He circled the tight, hidden entrance to her very core, applying a gentle, maddening pressure that made her see stars. She was unraveling beneath his touch, and they both knew it.
Being played with so intimately in her valley right under Lady Raynare's watchful eyes—this kind of first experience was something Mittelt had never imagined.
The humiliation was a spice that intensified the pleasure tenfold. To be laid bare and taken like this, not in secret, but as a spectacle for her superior, sent a jolt of wicked excitement through her.
The golden-haired girl's cheeks burned like fire, her breath coming in ragged pants. Gasping, biting her lip, she let out intermittent, ambiguous moans from her throat.
"Fuck me, Master. Don't make me wait any longer. I need to feel you inside me, tearing me apart." Her voice was a husky, broken thing, all pride and pretense stripped away.
The adorable, charming fallen angel girl was now fully prepared. Haruto glanced back at Yuuma, who was pleasuring herself, and decided not to prolong the preparations any further.
The sight of the silver-haired girl, her fingers working frantically between her own thighs, her eyes glazed with envy and need, was the final push he needed. He would savor Mittelt, and then he would claim Yuuma in turn.
With practiced ease, he removed the girl's nightgown, revealing her pale, slender body, tinged with a faint pink hue from excitement.
She was petite and perfect, like a delicate doll. Her small, pert breasts stood proudly, their pink tips already hard pebbles begging for attention. Her entire body was taut with anticipation.
Mittelt trembled incessantly in Haruto's embrace, warm, sticky fluid continuously overflowing. Her lips, exhaling warm breaths, drew near, seeking affection.
Haruto tightened his grip around her slender waist, his tongue entwining wildly with her slick, sweet little tongue. With one hand, he lifted one of her smooth, well-proportioned legs, aligning his towering dragon with its target, and slowly advanced into the warm cavern.
The head of his cock, slick with her juices, pressed against her entrance. He could feel the frantic flutter of her heartbeat from deep within her body, a silent, desperate plea.
The sensitive head first encountered a soft, humid warmth, then was enveloped tightly by a slippery, wet, and fiery fleshy passage.
Haruto groaned in pleasure, his dragon growing even more rigid. Holding Mittelt's slender waist tightly, he gradually pushed deeper inside.
The resistance was tangible, a final, fragile barrier guarding her purity. He paused for a breath, letting her adjust to the initial, stretching fullness.
The moist, tight floral passage wrapped snugly around the dragon. The cute fallen angel girl let out a soft whimper, her entire body suddenly trembling as her soft form stiffened abruptly.
A familiar sensation of penetration traveled up from the base of Haruto's dragon—he knew he had breached the symbol of the fallen angel's purity. No matter how many times, this sense of fulfillment remained intoxicating.
A sharp, searing pain, followed by the profound, stretching fullness of being filled for the first time.
"It hurts..."
Her tiny nails dug into his shoulders. A single tear traced a path down her flushed cheek, but it was a tear of fulfillment, of a threshold crossed.
The girl's valley was still somewhat narrow for the massive dragon. Even with ample preparation, it still required time to adjust.
He was buried deep, and he could feel every involuntary, clenching spasm of her inner walls around him. She was impossibly hot and tight, a velvet fist gripping him with a strength that stole his breath.
Listening to Mittelt's soft moans by his ear, Haruto held her smooth, petite buttocks and slowly pulled her down. Amid her pained cries, the dragon mercilessly tore through the untouched, fresh passage until its head finally pressed against the delicate entrance of her womb.
"Ah..."
The fallen angel girl, drenched in sweat, released a long-suppressed moan. The emptiness and unbearable itch were soothed, with intoxicating pleasure overwhelming most of the pain.
He was fully sheathed within her. The feeling of his pelvis pressed flush against her soft, damp skin, of being buried to the hilt in her trembling body, was a power trip like no other.
Nearly half of the dragon remained outside. Maintaining this position, Haruto grabbed her two perky, adorable breasts and began to play with them.
He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples, sending fresh jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through her core, making her clench around him even tighter.
Though not as ample as the blue-haired older sister's, which were too large to hold in one hand, they were filled with the unique elasticity of a young girl. Perfectly fitting in one hand, they felt soft, smooth, and incredibly pleasurable to the touch, making it hard to pull away.
Haruto forcefully caressed Mittelt's perky breasts, pinching her gradually hardening pink buds, continuously stimulating the girl's inner desire.
"Ah... oh... I... feel so hot..."
The pain of losing her virginity gradually faded, replaced by an unbearable craving. Mittelt restlessly twisted her petite body, letting out seductive moans.
The initial sting was now a distant memory, replaced by a deep, throbbing need for movement, for friction, for him to use her and fill the hollowness he had created.
Noticing the fallen angel girl secretly arching her hips, Haruto smirked and slowly lifted her rounded buttocks. His massive member, coated in sweet nectar and tightly enveloped by her tender passage, slowly withdrew while rubbing against the soft flesh walls. When only the tip remained, he thrust back in fiercely, the head roaring as it pushed through the wavelike, undulating soft flesh.
The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, solid smack. The feeling of his length sliding out, cool air brushing the wet skin, only to be followed by the burning, stretching fullness as he plunged back in was maddening.
Hit by such intense impact, Mittelt nearly collapsed completely. Her small mouth kept panting softly by Haruto's ear. Every time he thrust in deeply, she would cling to him spasmodically, bite her lips, and let out a low moan.
"Y-Yes... right there... Master!" she cried out, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. Her world had narrowed to the point where their bodies joined, to the rhythm of his possession.
The thrill of public intimacy excited Haruto greatly. Since there was still one more important "dish" to come, he focused on the friction between their skin and lower bodies, greatly enhancing the pleasure from this primal stimulation.
Knowing Yuuma was watching, touching herself as she witnessed her friend being thoroughly claimed, added a layer of depraved excitement that made his blood burn hotter.
Haruto felt his member swelling with unusual fury, accompanied by soft, wet sounds as it thrust powerfully and deeply in and out of the adorable fallen angel girl's tight valley.
The lewd, squelching chorus of their coupling filled the room, a stark and honest soundtrack to the act. Her tight little cunt was milking him perfectly, each thrust a battle against the overwhelming pleasure.
The continuous pounding left Mittelt's mind in disarray. She couldn't help crying out several times, and Haruto also let out soft groans and panting—the tender, tight flesh tunnel felt too good.
Her eyes rolled back, her mind blank, capable only of feeling. She was a vessel for his pleasure, her own cresting with an intensity that threatened to shatter her.
Mittelt's petite honeyed cave was so tender and tight, with warm, slippery fluid continuously overflowing, lubricating the fiery member.
This combination of tightness and slipperiness made it impossible for Haruto to continue thrusting slowly and deliberately. His heart filled with brutality and conquest. Just then, the fallen angel girl reached her limit and began moaning coquettishly.
"I'm... I'm going to... cum!" she shrieked, her body bowing off the bed, her inner walls convulsing around him in a series of violent, rhythmic clenches.
"Mmm... Master... mmm... Master... so... so good... you're pushing me to death~"
Her words were a slurred, senseless babble of pleasure and surrender. She was coming apart in his arms, and the sight of it pushed Haruto to his own brink.
Haruto let out a low growl, lifted her straight, slender legs, and forcefully spread them apart. His thick member pressed against the girl's soft valley and thrust in brutally to the hilt. The powerful pressure made her flat lower abdomen bulge outward.
He could see the outline of himself deep inside her, a visible deformation that was both shocking and deeply arousing. He was claiming her in the most visceral way possible.
Although Mittelt's valley had been fully lubricated and opened, this savage thrust still made her scream. Her delicate fingers dug tightly into Haruto's sturdy back, leaving ten bright red scratch marks.
The pain was a fleeting counterpoint to the overwhelming wave of her orgasm, a final, desperate mark of her possession.
Seeing that about five or six centimeters of his member remained outside, Haruto tried to push past the sacred flower palace. But Mittelt was indeed too tight. Despite her enduring the pain and cooperating several times, the bulge on her lower abdomen appeared and disappeared, and even her flower palace was displaced—yet he still failed to breach it.
He grunted with the effort, his own climax coiling tight in his base. "Your little cunt is too greedy, Mittelt. It's sucking me dry. I'm going to fill you up now. Take every last drop."
With a final, guttural roar, he slammed into her one last time, hilting himself completely as he erupted deep within her womb. A hot, powerful flood painted her inner walls, the sensation so intense it triggered a second, smaller climax from the spent fallen angel, her body jerking weakly beneath him as she was filled with his seed.