Chapter 118: The Sound of an Ogre Sucking Horns (3)
The sheer pressure of Erin's inner walls only allowed the head of my cock to barely penetrate her entrance. It wasn't a proper insertion, no matter how hard I pushed.
Even though the tightness of her pussy was ultimately a form of strength, how was I supposed to fuck her when it felt like her body was made of steel? To make matters worse, my cock wasn't in great shape—already injured from her earlier biting. Every time I forced myself forward, the wounds throbbed as if they might reopen, and the threat of fresh bleeding loomed.
"Ugh...!"
But as Erin bit into my shoulder and looked up at me with scared, teary eyes, I couldn't bring myself to stop here.
'Damn it... if brute force doesn't work, I'll have to be clever about this.'
She was curling up her whole body to resist the intrusion of my cock, treating it as a foreign object. If I could make her muscles relax, I'd be able to slide in.
"Haah."
I let out a deliberate breath, blowing lightly into her ear. The surprise made her tense resolve falter, her tight walls loosening slightly. Seizing the moment, I grabbed her slim waist and thrust downward, fully burying myself inside her.
"Uuuugh...!"
I braced myself, ready for the possibility of my shoulder being bitten down to the bone. But Erin, despite her berserk state, restrained herself. Maybe it was her innate kindness or her conscious refusal to indulge in something as monstrous as cannibalism. She left only shallow bite marks, enough to draw blood but nothing more.
In most cases, the pain of losing her virginity would make anyone bite down hard, tearing into flesh instinctively. But Erin held back.
'She's really kind, after all.'
Her ability to control her monstrous strength was evident in her daily life, where she avoided breaking things unnecessarily. Even now, despite her immense power, she showed restraint.
"Ahh... ugh!"
However, her self-control didn't extend to the inner walls of her pussy. The moment I penetrated her, her muscles clamped down like a vise, trapping me with a heat that felt like it was squeezing every drop out of me.
'This... this might actually kill me!'
If my cock were normally cylindrical, it was probably squashed into an oval shape by now. That's how strong her vaginal muscles were. The moment I entered, I felt like I was going to come instantly, but the tight grip on my urethra stopped the ejaculation in its tracks.
'This is crushing me!'
I couldn't afford to lose focus against Erin. To help ease her hold on me, I moved my arms to grip her ass.
"Ugh...!"
I slid my fingers down, pressing them against her pussy to force it open further. Even with mana reinforcing my hands, it was all I could do to reduce the relentless pressure slightly.
"I have a question... can you answer it?"
"...?"
Though she was partially berserk, she was still listening to me. I decided to take a chance and ask.
"Is your mom an ogre or your dad?"
"...Mom."
It seemed she hadn't lost her ability to speak. (After all, ogres can speak, even if their voices are gruff, and they can use primitive magic.) She responded obediently, and the moment I heard her answer, I felt an overwhelming respect for Erin's father.
'If Erin's mom was a pure ogre, she'd have been much bigger than a human. How the hell did her dad survive that?'
Seriously, Erin was barely manageable even as a half-ogre. To endure a full ogre... I salute you, Erin's father!
Since thrusting recklessly would only risk crushing myself, I tried to distract Erin. I slipped my hand under her shirt and started stroking her belly.
The lower abdomen is usually sensitive, especially for women. It's often an area that feels ticklish due to its role in protecting the womb. If I gently teased her there, it might make her walls relax a bit more.
'Why is it so firm?'
I expected toned abs, given she was a knight, but her belly was so solid my fingers couldn't even sink in.
"Ugh..."
Still, sensitivity wasn't entirely absent. When I lightly rubbed the area near her navel, she reacted. Combining this with subtle touches inside her, I slowly worked to ease the pressure.
'Saved!'
Had I delayed any longer, I might have burst a blood vessel or suffered necrosis from the lack of circulation. Relieved, I sat up and flipped Erin onto her back.
Despite the glowing crimson in her eyes signaling a berserk state, she wasn't acting completely out of control. If she were in full ogre frenzy, this wouldn't be sex—it'd be a life-or-death struggle.
To keep reducing the pressure, I lifted her legs to make it easier for her to spread. Moving too quickly might trigger her predatory instincts, so I carefully pulled back, letting my precum coat her insides as I slowly withdrew.
"Ugh..."
There was a reaction—a slight shudder.
The reason for Erin's overwhelming tightness was clear: she didn't yet understand how to properly have sex. Instinctively, her body was tensing up to expel the foreign object—my cock. Realizing this, I started to rub the head of my cock gently at her entrance, letting her get used to the sensation.
'I should have started like this from the beginning…'
Slowly, I teased her entrance, the head of my cock brushing back and forth. Gradually, her tight walls began to yield, opening up little by little. Rather than forcing myself in all at once, I mixed in soft caresses—rubbing her belly, teasing her breasts—to help her relax and enjoy the moment. Eventually, I was halfway inside, and the suffocating tightness eased into something more manageable. Now, her pussy gripped me firmly but no longer painfully.
"Let's take it slow. Nice and slow."
Though Erin seemed eager and rushed, I, with more experience, took the lead. Reflecting on how things had gone earlier, I realized the accident had happened because I let myself get carried away instead of guiding her properly. Now, I focused on teaching her to enjoy this step by step.
'I didn't notice before through her clothes… but damn, she's tightly bound.'
Female knights typically don't wear bras. Their armor provides enough support, and wearing extra undergarments can cause issues with ventilation, leading to soaked and sagging bras during intense training or battle. Instead, like Erin, they use bandages to wrap their chests tightly, minimizing movement.
Erin, however, took this to an extreme. Her chest was so tightly bound that unwrapping her took considerable time and effort.
"Ugh…!"
But after undoing the fastening pin, the bandages quickly unraveled.
I'd expected her chest to be more muscle than flesh—closer to well-developed pectorals than breasts. Instead, what emerged from the bindings was a surprisingly full, perky pair of breasts. The bandages had left light, pressed indentations on her skin, adding an unintentionally erotic allure.
"You don't need to bind them so tightly anymore."
I massaged her chest gently to ease the blood flow back into her breasts. Slowly, they regained their natural shape, bouncing slightly as they filled out. Even through her clothes, they became visibly round and firm, making it clear just how tightly she had been compressing them.
Twitch. Twitch.
Though she didn't say anything, her pussy clenched lightly every time I teased her nipples. Watching her bite her lip shyly while sneaking glances at me only made her cuter, and I couldn't resist playing with her breasts more.
'She's close… almost there.'
Erin lay quietly, surrendering herself to me as I treated her breasts like toys. Her dazed expression and her complete trust in me were endearing. Just as I was about to release all the pent-up tension inside me, I recalled something Delphine had mentioned not long ago.
'Oh… wasn't I warned against cumming inside?'
But…
Let's be honest—doesn't finishing outside feel like stopping halfway for a man? The act of leaving your mark deep inside, connecting fully with a woman—that's what truly feels like making love.
And considering Erin, I felt somewhat reassured.
'She's a half-ogre. It should be fine.'
Hybrids are often infertile, like mules. With that logic, I felt at ease as I pushed the head of my cock deep into her and kissed her passionately, unleashing everything I had.
"Ah…!"
As my hot seed flooded her insides, Erin's crimson eyes began to shift. Slowly, they returned to their usual, blue flame-like glow.
"Mmhh…"
She seemed like she wanted to say something, but I silenced her with another deep kiss.
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"Wake up."
"Just a little longer… my head hurts from hitting it yesterday…"
"Get up. Today is the day for your neutering procedure."
At those words, I shot up, clutching my morning wood instinctively.
"Professor Pandel? When did you get here?"
"When? That's my question! I was away at a conference, and you… you've been quite busy, haven't you?"
Professor Pandel was trembling with anger. Looking around, I quickly realized why.
'Yeah… he has a right to be mad.'
The scene spoke for itself. One of the bed legs was broken, causing the entire frame to tilt. I was sprawled naked nearby, while Erin had disappeared. The sheets we'd rolled around in reeked of sweat and sex, the smell impossible to ignore.
Honestly, if someone had done this to my bed, I'd have bashed their head in, too.
"I'm sorry."
I apologized earnestly, but Professor Pandel wasn't satisfied. He placed a strange cone-shaped device around my neck.
"What's this? A punishment collar for me to wear for a day?"
"You'll be wearing it for at least three days."
"What?!"
"It's a cone of shame meant to prevent you from licking your wounds after neutering."
The murderous glint in his eyes was enough to chill me to my core. He held a scalpel in his hand, and I could tell he wasn't joking. His intent was sharp enough to castrate 300 million sperm in one go.
"Nooo! Stop!"
"Hold still, you brat!"
Thankfully, Erin must have escaped before the professor arrived, leaving me as the sole target. I desperately ran through the mage-knight academy to avoid the professor's wrath.
"Argh! My eyes!"
"Put on some damn pants, idiot!"
I inadvertently traumatized my fellow trainees with my naked sprint, leaving behind a string of horrified shouts. After about 30 minutes of being chased, the professor finally ran out of stamina and collapsed, sparing me from imminent neutering.
"Huff… Huff… Ban! One day, I'll cut it off!"
Note to self: avoid the infirmary for any reason. Professor Pandel might actually go through with it.
'And honestly… if I mentioned how much his twin sister would cry if that happened, he'd probably cut it off right then and there.'
Best to keep my connection to Delphine a secret.
"Ahh! Put on some pants, damn it!"
"I'm putting them on now."
Ignoring the screams of my embarrassed roommates, I returned to my bed. Sitting there was a neatly folded letter. The familiar scent told me immediately who it was from.
Though I didn't open it right away—I already knew who it was from. After all, we'd be seeing each other again soon enough.