Chapter 117: The Sound of an Ogre Sucking Horns (2)
"Turn your head slightly... that's it."
To avoid her horn poking into my stomach, she didn't suck me straight on like the other women. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and took my dick at an angle.
'If I had hesitated even a little, I might've ended up with a hole in my stomach...'
"It's smaller than my horn."
"That's because it's not ready yet."
"Wasn't this its limit during our joint training?"
My dick had already grown larger than it had been back then. As Erin spoke, her warm breath teased the head, her tongue swirling around lightly. With this stimulation, I was quickly reaching full erection.
'Is it because of her horns? The angle's off, so she can't take it in deep...'
"How about I lie down so you can focus better?"
"Do we really have to go that far?"
"Just licking it like this won't get the job done."
"Geez... just this once, okay?"
Once I lay down on the bed, Erin could lower her head without worrying about her horns getting in the way. Thanks to this, she managed to take me deeper, unlike when she had only been able to flick the tip with her tongue earlier.
"Ugh... mm... huh?"
But as she took me into her small mouth, her sharp fangs kept pricking me. From the outside, I hadn't noticed because her mouth wasn't open wide, but the traits of an ogre became apparent—her teeth were something else.
Instead of the usual arrangement of two pairs of canines and the rest as incisors or molars like humans, her mouth was nearly all sharp, pointed fangs. No matter where her teeth touched, my dick kept getting these little stings that startled it.
"Just stay still for a second."
Though not completely clueless about sexual matters, Erin was clumsily trying to use techniques she'd probably read about somewhere. She licked me awkwardly, trying to make me come. Unfortunately, every time her sharp teeth grazed me, I felt more alarm than pleasure. Her tongue alone wasn't enough to bring me over the edge.
"My jaw hurts."
"Good effort."
All I got from the attempt was my lower half covered in saliva and bite marks from her fangs on the sensitive head. The session ended prematurely, leaving me half-satisfied.
"Your tongue work feels awkward."
"It's my first time. What do you expect?"
Erin pouted, avoiding my gaze, as she made excuses.
"I haven't even kissed anyone yet..."
'Wait. So, I made a girl who's never even kissed anyone suck my dick first?'
The sequence of events had gotten completely mixed up since I started by sucking her horn. It seemed like I'd need to teach her step by step, starting with a kiss.
"Come here."
"...Are we really doing this?"
"Yeah."
Wiping the saliva off her lips with her hand, Erin approached me hesitantly, moving with a shy demeanor she didn't usually show. Her timid behavior was so endearing that I couldn't resist grabbing her horn to hold her head still, pulling her face close.
"Don't bite."
"Mm?"
Since kissing involved our noses pressing together, we had to tilt our faces slightly to make it work. This meant her horns didn't get in the way, and we could kiss like any ordinary couple.
What stood out, though, was her sharp teeth. Not only were they unusually jagged and irregular, but they were also thinner than expected and arranged in a double-layered structure.
Her teeth were lined in two rows.
'Is this because ogres are carnivorous?'
There's an old tale about ogres. It said that when an ogre nears its 40th year, they weaken and starve because they can no longer hunt or chew meat. To survive, they would pull out all their teeth and endure until new ones grew back, allowing them to live up to 90 years.
'Professor Pandel called that nonsense, didn't he?'
It turns out the average ogre lifespan is 40 years, not because of teeth but because they live in harsh, war-torn conditions. Peaceful ogres supposedly have lifespans similar to humans. However, their teeth do regenerate if broken. Erin's teeth likely worked the same way, growing back sharper and more jagged, perfectly suited for tearing through raw meat.
Drool dripped down her chin.
I was only exploring her mouth with my tongue to understand her oral structure, but Erin couldn't stop drooling.
'Wait. Is it because my tongue feels like raw meat in her mouth? Is this triggering her instincts?'
Erin's jaw trembled slightly as if she were holding back, like a crocodile trying not to snap its jaws shut on prey. Her immense strength made me cautious. If she bit down, my tongue would definitely get torn off. I carefully withdrew it, and Erin finally swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth before pulling back.
"That's how you move your tongue... Want to try again?"
I felt unsatisfied leaving things as they were, so I decided to give Erin another chance.
Of course, I was well aware of the risks. Erin's instincts, her sharp teeth, and her immense strength meant she could tear me apart if she lost control. Even with mana reinforcement or steel armor, if she decided to bite, it'd all be over in one clean cut.
'But a man doesn't back down from a challenge, even if it's dangerous!'
I couldn't just leave this unfinished. I had to see it through, even if it meant risking everything.
Drool dripped again.
At first, she had clumsily taken just the tip, licking and sucking awkwardly. But now, whether it was because the kiss loosened her up or her instincts were kicking in, she was much better at taking me in. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked, and she moved her tongue more naturally, although her sharp teeth still grazed me occasionally, sending jolts of tension.
'If I move carelessly and hit her throat or startle her into biting down, I'll end up... castrated.'
If the cut were clean, healing potions or other methods might work, but the psychological damage could turn me into a eunuch for life. Worse, Erin's jagged teeth would leave a messy wound that no amount of healing could fix.
And if her instincts fully took over, she might swallow me whole. If that happened... there'd be no chance of recovery.
'Why am I still hard despite all this danger?'
It was like balancing the head of my cock on the edge of a blade—thrilling yet terrifying.
The act of a woman sucking a man's dick is, in itself, a dangerous endeavor that could potentially leave the man emasculated, even without someone as strong as Erin.
Unless the woman in question is entirely devoid of the overwhelming strength that renders even homunculi bodies unsuitable for ordinary life, any substantial jaw pressure could inflict fatal damage on the fragile penis, even with mana protection.
It's similar to how centaurs interpret letting a man ride on their back as entrusting their life to him, an act equivalent to mating. By leaving my cock entirely vulnerable in Erin's hands (and mouth), I was proving the depth of my trust in her.
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As Erin's mouth filled with the meaty piece of flesh, her eyes started to glaze over slightly. One moment of lowered vigilance, and I could already imagine the sound of her sharp teeth snapping shut.
But I trusted Erin.
She was a knight, after all. Her mental fortitude wasn't so weak as to succumb to such primal hunger.
'It's coming...'
The tension from my prostate built up, the signal of release drawing nearer. My shaft throbbed harder than usual, veins bulging along its base.
Sensing the reaction, Erin cupped my cock in her small hands to keep it steady.
"Huh...?"
Then—snap.
Her sharp teeth pressed into my shaft.
"Arghhh!!"
A wave of blinding pain shot up from my lower body, stealing my breath away. At the same time, an uncontrollable surge of ejaculation began, the intensity magnified by Erin's fingers pressing down on the area around my urethra, forcing the torrent to erupt even faster.
'It's tearing! She's tearing me apart!!'
The vivid sensation of her razor-like teeth digging into my flesh was too real. Though I had coated my cock in mana as a precaution, Erin's jaw strength surpassed what mana could defend against. Her fangs continued to scrape and pierce as if cutting into soft fruit.
And despite the searing pain, I couldn't stop myself from cumming—jet after jet pouring into her small throat.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Erin didn't even hold it in her mouth. She swallowed it all directly, her crimson eyes—no longer soft or uncertain—gazing coldly up at me. To ensure I couldn't resist or pull away, she pressed her horns into my stomach, pinning me down.
Gulp.
As the endless orgasm finally subsided, Erin opened her mouth and released me.
Squelch.
"Arghhh!!!"
My cock was left covered in saliva, cum, and the blood seeping from the bite marks her teeth had left.
Erin licked at the mixture on my shaft with her small tongue, savoring it in a way that felt entirely different from her earlier hesitant demeanor. Her once fiery blue eyes now burned like frozen crimson ice, giving her an unsettlingly feral appearance.
'Is this... bloodlust?'
Ogres are known to enter a berserk state, attacking everything in sight when they smell blood—be it their own or someone else's. Erin's blood-colored eyes and wild behavior made it all too easy to imagine that she'd succumbed to such a state.
"Tastes... good..."
"Erin...? I'm hurting a bit, so maybe we should stop here?"
I figured it was best to stop before things escalated further. If her restraint broke entirely, there'd be no going back.
Thud!
But before I could move, Erin used her overwhelming strength to push me back onto the bed, pinning me effortlessly. She licked the blood dripping from her lips, her crimson eyes locked on me with a chilling intensity.
'Did I mess up somewhere?'
Her strength was something I couldn't hope to match directly. Even so, I tried to watch for an opening. But before I could act, Erin climbed on top of me, her body pressing me down as she smiled eerily.
'I don't like this...'
She opened her mouth slightly, her sharp teeth grazing my shoulder. The pressure from her fangs was enough to make me wince. At the same time, I realized she was grinding her hips against mine, her soaked pussy rubbing over my cock through the thin fabric of her panties.
'Even if she's berserk, she's still clueless...'
"Hold on a second."
Despite her apparent bloodlust, Erin seemed to retain some semblance of her usual self—or perhaps her half-ogre nature made the frenzy less severe. Either way, she paused when I spoke, allowing me a chance to act.
Sliding my hand down, I pushed her panties aside, revealing her dripping pussy. The heat radiating from her lower body was intense, almost scorching to the touch. She was clearly ready.
'Alright... I'll give up my shoulder.'
Since we were already intertwined, fully removing her panties wasn't feasible. Instead, I kept them shifted to the side as I lined myself up, ensuring everything was positioned properly.
"This time, it's my turn."
"...?"
Thrust!
I sacrificed my shoulder and took Erin's virginity.
"Huh?"
But something stopped me mid-motion.
Was it because she was a knight? Or did she naturally lack a hymen? There wasn't the usual tearing sensation. Instead, her walls clamped down with a crushing tightness that made it impossible to go further.
'Seriously? I can't even get in?'