Chapter 707: Six-Nine?* [Bonus - ]

Chapter 707: Six-Nine?* [Bonus Chapter]

Silas rested his hand on the reddened mark and rubbed the heated flesh gently as he leaned down, hovering barely an inch above her lips.

’An-another spank...’ she thought with a bright blush. ’Is he obsessed with seeing my ass move~? Ngh~’

Silas took a deep breath.

’I’ve spent enough time with the girls to understand how they tick,’ Silas reflected with quiet confidence, his eyes tracing the wild rise and fall of her chest. ’Or I think I have.’

He’d slept with exactly one woman in this life, and he was well aware of that but he had very observant eyes, and he’d decided he could read the rest of them by looking into theirs.

Eluned, his first time, had started as an elegant romantic who craved soft kisses and courtly words.

Silas had spoiled her so thoroughly and pushed her boundaries so far that she’d turned into a demanding and insatiable creature who craved rough relentless sex.

Aeliana pretended to be an aloof secretary who wanted artistic love-making, but if you looked deep into her trembling silver-green eyes you could see a dark hunger to be overwhelmed and taken hard...

It was one of the reasons why she wrote that kind of smut too.

Brida would want raw physical intensity from start to finish, and she’d probably want to arm-wrestle him first.

Tasmin, surprisingly, struck him as the soft one, someone who’d want hours of tender embraces and endless kisses and quiet words of reassurance...

And Vala? The elemental swordswoman would cheerfully go along with anything he asked for and then ask for more.

At least, that was his theory and he was very confident in it.

’As for Morwenna...’

Silas gazed into the woman’s wide trembling eyes and took in the furious flush on her cheeks, her parted quivering lips and the way her lush thighs were unconsciously trembling with pent-up anticipation.

’She acts tough, but she’s never done this and she’s been holding it in for centuries...’

Delicate poetry would send her running, so he’d skip it and unmake her thoroughly.

Morwenna stared up into his gold-ringed eyes, feeling exposed.

His gaze stripped away every defense she’d built over centuries of naval warfare.

Under it the terror of the high seas was just a woman burning with primal desperate need, ready to surrender everything to her Lord.

A soft needy whimper slipped past her lips.

She reached up, her trembling fingers resting lightly against his chest, her eyelashes fluttering as she forced out a small pitiful plea.

"Silas... please... please be gentle with me..."

Yet beneath the meek words, her hips gave a sharp unmistakable grind upward against his thigh, and her gray eyes blazed with an unspoken filthy contradiction that practically screamed the opposite.

’Break me in half, you bastard!’

Silas grinned, his lips parting to deliver the sentence she was begging for...

Suddenly something at the edge of her vision caught Morwenna’s eye.

Her eyes were sharp and they spotted it instantly... it was a tiny shift in the shadows and a sliver of movement where there shouldn’t have been any.

Instinctively she turned her head to the right and looked past the edge of the four-poster bed toward the massive walk-in mahogany closet flanking the dressing area.

The closet door was cracked open by barely two inches and sitting inside the narrow gap, perched cross-legged on a velvet shoe ottoman, was Aeliana.

The Elf princess was wide awake.

She was holding a thick leather-bound notebook in her lap with a glowing stylus gripped in her slender fingers, and a massive degenerate grin was plastered across her porcelain face as she peered through the crack.

Scritch-scritch-scritch!

Aeliana noticed her noticing, and without breaking her grin she slowly raised one finger to her lips.

"Shhh."

Morwenna’s gray eyes bugged out until they nearly burst from their sockets.

’HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET IN THERE?!’

The closet door remained cracked open by barely two inches.

Aeliana sat cross-legged on the velvet shoe ottoman inside that narrow gap of darkness, a thick leather-bound notebook open across her lap and a glowing stylus racing across the page with feverish speed.

Scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch!

A soft unhinged little chuckle slipped past her porcelain lips as her silver-green eyes drank in every detail of the scene unfolding on the massive four-poster bed.

’When Eluned first drugged me,’ Aeliana thought, the stylus never pausing for even a heartbeat, ’I spent weeks studying the plant and built a layered counter-spell that dismantled its effects after twenty to thirty minutes... I never meant it as a trap. It was almost certainly one of the women from Blessed Land, and I am not in the habit of accepting drinks without checking first but if someone wanted private time with Silas... then I would be able to watch them work.’

Her eyes glittered with degeneracy.

’The spar lasted two hours, which means I woke up with ninety minutes to spare... I kept my breathing slow, let that water carry me down the hall like a sack of turnips, and reined my mana signature down to the hum of a sleeper... Not even Silas noticed, I am a professional.’

The stylus kept moving.

’If I cannot experience it myself for the time being, then I will experience it through observation. In many terms, ordinary people would call me a cuck but am I truly a cuck simply because I want to become a smut author on the same level as Master CXID? I think not! I refuse to accept that label! This is research... Important, necessary, extremely thorough research!’

She flipped to a fresh page and wrote a heading in a neat looping script.

[FIELD NOTES, VOLUME ONE]

Beneath it she underlined the word VOLUME twice, with the quiet confidence of a woman who expected there to be several.

’Look at the way he removed every last piece of her clothing and delivered that firm spank. Lord Sy is unusually feisty tonight... Far more aggressive than usual... Is he simply that aroused, or did Morwenna do something special to push him into this state? Is there a secret technique? A particular phrase? A certain look? I must know everything... Every single detail...’

On the bed, Morwenna remained frozen stiff.

Her wide gray eyes were locked on the closet crack in pure existential horror, and her heart was hammering so hard against her ribs she was half-convinced Silas could hear it.

’HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET IN THERE?!’ her mind screamed at a volume that should have shattered the windows. ’The slumber-herbs I carefully measured and mixed into the lemien juice... they failed? No. Impossible... Aeliana must have prepared some kind of countermeasure in advance... Of course she did... Of course the Elf princess has a contingency plan for every possible situation and now I’m going to be clumsy... I’m going to be awkward... I’m going to be bad at this, my very first time, and that elven snake is going to watch every second of it so she can tease me about it for centuries!’

Aeliana noticed the exact moment Morwenna’s eyes found her.

Without breaking the degenerate grin plastered across her face, the Elf slowly raised one slender finger to her lips.

"Shhh."

Then she gave a tiny cheerful and extremely smug thumbs-up.

Morwenna’s soul left her body, floated up to the ceiling, looked down at the situation and decided it wanted nothing to do with any of this.

’You elven snake...’ she thought with pure venom. ’Eluned, Aeliana, it doesn’t matter... All these elves are actively trying to get me killed or worse... Being teased for eternity.’

Silas, still hovering above her with one hand resting on the reddened mark he’d left on her ass, noticed the direction of her gaze.

His gold-ringed eyes flicked toward the closet for a brief second, then returned to her face.

"Seeing something interesting over there?" he asked quietly, his voice sounding low and threaded with mild amusement.

Morwenna’s head snapped back toward him so fast her damp dark hair whipped across her burning cheeks.

She shook her head with violent panicked force.

"N-No! Nothing! Absolutely nothing at all! Just... shadows! Very suspicious, completely ordinary shadows that are definitely not hiding anything or anyone!"

"Shadows," Silas repeated.

"Very ordinary ones! Thick! Wooden! With a nice finish!"

"You’re talking about a closet, Morwenna..."

"I’m talking about the Captain’s fine taste in closets!"

By the time she dared risk another sideways glance, the closet gap was empty.

Aeliana had melted deeper into the darkness like a smug note-taking phantom.

Silas let it go, and one of his large warm calloused hands slid down between her trembling thighs.

His fingers brushed over the already soaked folds of her pussy and a thick immediate rush of fluid greeted him.

Schlick!

"Ah...!"

The moan that tore from Morwenna’s throat was loud, helpless and completely unfiltered as her hips jerked upward on instinct, chasing the contact even as her face burned with humiliation.

Silas’s eyes darkened with quiet satisfaction.

"You’re already this wet," he murmured, rubbing slow circles through the slick heat.

The wet sounds of his fingers moving against her were obscenely clear in the quiet suite, and every stroke wrung a fresh broken sound out of her.

"Mmh... ahh... nnh~! Hah...!"

"If we started right now, sliding in would be effortless."

Morwenna could only manage a tiny jerky nod.

Her hands flew up on reflex to cover her bare breasts, trying desperately to hide the dark dusky-rose nipples that had already tightened into hard aching peaks under his gaze.

’Hehe~’ she thought through the thick haze of mortification and arousal. ’Big breasts really are the way... They’re not as massive as Brida’s, true, but they get the job done... Every single time... Look at him staring, he can’t help it.’

Silas’s gaze lingered openly on the soft heavy flesh she was trying to conceal.

"Hands down, Morwenna."

"...They’re... they’re shy."

"They weren’t shy when you were bouncing them at me for two hours."

"That was when we were fighting!"

"Drop the hands."

"...Aye, Captain."

The hands moved and Morwenna very carefully looked at the ceiling.

"I’ll use foreplay first," Silas said with his voice dropping even lower. "I want you even wetter than this before I take you."

Before she could form a single coherent reply, he claimed her mouth again.

This kiss was deeper than any of the ones that had come before.

CHU! SMACK! MWAH! SLURP! CHU!

He pinned her fully to the mattress with the solid weight of his body, one hand bracing beside her head while the other stayed buried between her thighs with his fingers still slowly stroking through her soaked folds.

The force of the kiss knocked the breath straight out of her lungs.

Soft desperate broken moans vibrated against his tongue as she tried and failed to steal gasps of air between the strokes of his mouth.

"Mmmmngh~ Ahn~ Sngh~ Uuuugh~"

’What kind of moans are these...?’

He only released her when her face had gone completely flushed and her chest was heaving for oxygen.

Silas looked down at her breathless dazed expression for a long moment then he leaned in and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to her forehead.

Mwah!

"Cute," he murmured against her skin.

Morwenna’s brain short-circuited so hard she was fairly certain she smelled smoke.

’C-Cute?! You just called me cute after nearly sucking my soul out through my mouth, and while your fingers are still... still...!’

For a moment he simply stayed there, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone while the rest of the suite went quiet around them.

Her palm found his chest, and under it his heart was hammering nearly as hard as hers.

’Oh,’ she thought. ’He’s nervous too.’

It was the most reassuring thing she’d felt all night, and it lasted exactly as long as it took him to smile...

She opened her lips to retort, to protest, to say something sharp and pirate-queen-like, but the words never made it out as Silas’s hand closed over one heavy breast and began fondling it with slow devastating squeezes.

"Hnnh~! Ahh...!"

At the same time, his mouth descended on the other nipple and he sucked it in deep.

SLURP! SMACK! MWAH!

His tongue twisted and flicked and circled around the sensitive peak while his free hand continued kneading the other breast with firm pressure.

Morwenna’s back arched hard off the silk sheets as loud uncontrolled moans poured from her throat without her permission.

"Ahh~! Mmnh! Hah, hah... nnnh~!"

He sucked even more.

"Ahhhnnn~! Hah... nnh... S-Silas...! W-wait—!"

Silas alternated without the slightest mercy, switching from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking, scraping lightly with his teeth, then returning to the first.

The wet sounds of his mouth filled the entire suite.

When he finally pushed both of her breasts together with both hands and sealed his lips over both nipples at the same time, the smacking noises grew even louder and more obscene.

SMACK-SMACK-SLURP-SMACK-MWAH!

"Ohh~! Ahhh~! Silas... Silas...! Hnnnh~!"

Morwenna’s vision blurred at the edges.

The pressure coiling low in her belly was building so fast and so violently it felt like a storm about to break its banks, and she was seconds away from coming undone completely.

’No... not yet... not in front of that elf... not like this...!’

With a desperate surge of will, she seized control of the water mana circulating inside her own body and clamped down hard, forcing the rising climax back by sheer force of magical will.

A shaky internal sigh of relief escaped her.

’Ha! Take that, you wet little traitor of a body! Discipline! This is what centuries at sea buys you! I am a rock! I am the ocean floor!’

Only for Silas to bite down firmly on one nipple.

"AHHHHNNN~!"

The moan that ripped out of her was twice as loud as anything before it.

Her toes curled so hard the expensive silk sheets tore a little under her feet, and her fingers clawed uselessly at the pillows.

Silas’s eyes gleamed with quiet dark amusement.

’Heh...’

He focused a thin precise thread of lightning mana into his tongue.

The moment the vibrating current touched her nipple, Morwenna’s entire world shattered into white noise and pure sensation.

"W-wh-wh-wh-what... is... goinnnng... onnnn...?!"

Her words came out completely slurred, thick and almost unintelligible.

The vibration traveled straight through both peaks as he continued sucking and fondling without pause.

Small involuntary spurts of fluid began squirting from between her legs against her will as she had lost partial control of her own body.

"Hyaaah~! Ah-ah-ahhh~!"

The impenetrable ocean floor which was her body had just been struck down by a single jolt of Lightning... How shameful.

Her head thrashed to the side in pure overwhelm, and she locked eyes with Aeliana.

The Elf had poked her head back out of the closet once more, still wearing that same massive demonic grin, and was mouthing exaggerated words with perfect deliberate breaks.

In her moaning half-conscious lightning-addled stupor, Morwenna’s mouth repeated them automatically, the syllables broken apart by helpless sounds of pleasure.

"Ma-Ma-Master... I... want to... go... 6-9... ahhhnnn~! Hah... nnh... 6-9... please..."

Everything stopped.

Silas pulled his mouth away from her reddened and thoroughly abused nipples with a final wet pop.

Pop!

He stared down at her, blinking once with his expression caught somewhere between surprise and thoughtful realization.

"...Six-Nine?"

Morwenna stared back at him in pure blank confusion with her chest heaving and her brain still half-melted into useless slurry.

Silas’s expression shifted as understanding settled in.

From what he knew, that was the position where her lower body would be over his face and his would be in front of hers... He didn’t mind at all.

"Alright," He said calmly. "We can do that."