Chapter 115

Erabelle's hips twitched of their own accord, her body contracting and relaxing around his cock as though trying to suck it in.

"Ah... ah..."

Dezeb, who had been thrusting shallowly, pressed himself against her and came in a series of small pulses. He withdrew from the hot folds around him, pulled off the condom, tied it carelessly, and tossed it aside.

While Erabelle struggled to catch her breath, he tore open another packet, put on a fresh condom, and entered her again.

"Ah—!!"

He kissed her flushed cheek, then straightened and took her tiny waist in his hands.

Her whole body was so soft it seemed ready to melt; he could scarcely believe there were bones in it. And the way she was reddened between her legs... He let out a breath.

"With a body this obscene, how am I supposed to..."

Pulling her toward him by the waist, he drove his hips up hard. Her inner walls fluttered and spasmed again.

This time he thrust hard, over and over, until Erabelle twisted, unable to bear it. But he still had her by the waist. She couldn't move away as he drove into her.

Erabelle begged forgiveness. Dezeb ground his hips against her and laughed softly.

"That's a strange habit you have."

"I-I'm sorry..."

He slowed his thrusts and kissed the hand she had reddened from gripping the sheets.

"This one actually is your fault. Mostly because you've been overworking yourself."

He said it as he tore open yet another condom.

"...What?"

She didn't understand what he meant. By the time several torn wrappers had piled up, she couldn't endure any more and began trying to crawl away.

Her attempt was so feeble it was almost endearing. Dezeb gave her bottom a gentle pat.

"Didn't I warn you before? You mustn't run away. I might pin you down hard enough to break your spine."

Of course, I'd be the one who suffered for it. He sighed quietly. It was becoming harder and harder to resent that fact.

"I-I'm not running... I—I think there might be something over there..."

"Hm? What is it?"

Chuckling, he pressed himself against her as she lay facedown and entered her again. Her slick arousal ran down the tender skin of her thighs.

"...I feel like I'm melting."

He groaned, pressing his testicles against her perineum as he drove deeper. Tears fell from Erabelle's wide, unblinking eyes.

Dezeb held her prone body down as he thrust. There was nothing but the wet sound of flesh striking flesh. Her inner walls, sensitive beyond bearing, spasmed again.

"Ah..."

He breathed out low.

As he gazed down at her small, flattened body, his pupils narrowed to vertical slits, and acrid smoke dispersed with his breath. Something like black scales surfaced beneath his skin, flashed into view, then vanished as though it had never been there.

"Ah, ah..."

He turned her over to face him, but Erabelle was so occupied with breathing that she seemed to take no notice of his appearance.

Did she have any idea whose head she was sitting on? Did she even know what that person was?

He hoped she never would.

He ran his tongue in a long stroke over Erabelle's gentle face.

"My lady, what would you think if my body belonged to you?"

At last, her eyes focused on him.

"...Pardon?"

"If my body were yours. If you were the owner of my body, what would you think?"

The heat drained from her face at once. She trembled, and a muddled murmur escaped her barely parted lips.

"Return..."

"...Hm?"

Dezeb, listening closely, frowned sharply.

"Return... r-return..."

"Am I something you regret buying?"

Startled, Erabelle changed her answer through her sobs.

"R-release..."

"Oh, you'd abandon me?"

"Relinquish! Transfer ownership! I'm sorry!"

"..."

She looked white with panic and was trying to crawl away again. Dezeb pressed her firmly down with his body.

The pressure on him inside her made her spasm again, but she kept trying to crawl, all while grasping for every word she could think of that meant giving up ownership.

"My lady, you could do anything."

Dezeb began by trying to soothe her gently.

He put on his prettiest face, his sweetest expression, and coaxed her. Whatever she took his words to mean, she went even paler. The heat left her aroused body in an instant.

Dezeb caught her as she kept trying to crawl away and made her face him. She repeated "Please spare me" and "I'm sorry" like a broken radio. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her all over.

"No, I don't mean I'm going to do something to you. Hm? Look at me. I mean you could do anything you wanted."

Right now, I think I'd do anything for her if she'd just keep holding my cock.

"Th-then I relinquish—!"

"Except that."

Indignation filled her eyes again. She could barely breathe, yet the words came out quickly.

"Then I don't think that means I can do anything...!"

"Hm? Clever girl."

Smiling, he kissed her here and there again, lingering a little longer on her damp lips. He nipped at her tightly closed mouth, then slipped his tongue inside to brush lightly against hers.

"P-please spare me..."

She was panting so hard she seemed on the verge of sobbing outright, so Dezeb spoke to her.

"Calm down. I only said it to see what you'd say."

Erabelle blinked slowly. Her face plainly asked if he meant it, and Dezeb answered again with a smile.

"I mean it."

Tears filled Erabelle's eyes. Looking a little dazed, she began to babble.

"I—I truly don't want to find myself in a frightening situation like that. Truly, something so frightening... I never, ever want that to happen to me. I really don't. It would be too horrible..."

"...Somehow, that makes me angry in a whole different way."

He narrowed his eyes at her earnest face and slowly pressed his hips upward against her.

"Relinquish!"

"Release..."

A chain ran from the woman's wrist and wound around his entire body. She stared at it for a while, then began struggling desperately to pull it off him.

Dreams belonged to the unconscious.

The conscious mind slept, while desires lay so bare that even the dreamer would rather not face them. And yet...

"R-release—!"

"Relinquish!!"

As though she had forgotten how to speak in sentences, she kept throwing out every word she could think of with a similar meaning.

She looked liable to hurt herself tugging at the chain, so Dezeb quickly scooped her up.

"Return!!"

"Return!"

He frowned as she struggled in his arms and kept pulling at the chain.

"Once you've bought something, that's that. There's no returning it, customer."

"R-returns are a consumer's legitimate right..."

She looked oddly guilty as she said it. Had she been running a business somewhere?

"You can return it within a week if you've simply changed your mind. How can you ask to return something you bought almost two years ago?"

"Release—!!"

"You mean abandon. Where's your sense of responsibility? My lady, do you know what happens to abandoned animals?"

"W-what...?"

Erabelle looked up at him with frightened eyes.

"What do you think? They all die."

Just try abandoning me. I'll kill every last one of them.

"Mm..."

Erabelle groaned and groped for the beeping alarm, but a large hand shut it off with a slap before she found it. At the same time, he pulled her into his arms and slowly licked her ear, then nipped at her trembling earlobe.

"It's the weekend."

He buried his face against her tense neck and held her close.

"Ah..."

His thick arm wound around her and drew her soft body nearer.

"Go back to sleep."

There was a problem with telling her to go back to sleep. She wasn't sure she'd slept at all. The only thing she knew for certain was that he'd been inside her all night.

"Ah—"

And he still was.

Heat simmered low in her belly. Dezeb had been staying in her cramped quarters for days now.

A few days earlier, he'd woken irritated by some dream, delivered a lecture on abandoned animals and responsibility, and moved all his belongings into her quarters.

"Ah..."

He told me to sleep...

He climbed gently onto °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° her prone body, pressing her down as he rolled his hips. Wet, slick sounds accompanied his slow thrusts. Erabelle sobbed weakly.

He patted her soothingly and kissed her rounded shoulder as he moved inside her. The feel of her hot, slick flesh clinging to his penis sent an unbearable rush of heat through him.

"It's all right..."

Supporting himself on one arm, Dezeb gently patted her bottom with his other hand. He rubbed his pelvis against her sex and stirred deep inside her. A low moan escaped him, too.

At last Erabelle fell asleep as though she'd passed out. He let her sleep for a few more hours, then carried her to the bathroom and washed her clean.

By then, it was late morning, nearly lunchtime.

He dressed her in fresh clothes, wrapped her in a clean blanket, and let her sleep a little longer while he washed himself in the bathroom.

When he came out, Erabelle was tidying the bedding.

Standing in the bathroom doorway, he stared as she summoned her Great Spirit and began stuffing the wet sheets into him.

"..."

Erabelle met his eyes. She seemed to realize something was wrong, because she froze halfway through.