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 straight on like the other won. 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 deeper, unlike when she had only been able to flick the tip with her tongue earlier.
"Ugh... mm... huh?"
But as she took into her small mouth, her sharp fangs kept pricking . From the outside, I hadn’t noticed because her mouth wasn’t open wide, but the traits of an ogre beca apparent—her teeth were sothing else.
Instead of the usual arrangent 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 sowhere. She licked awkwardly, trying to make co. Unfortunately, every ti her sharp teeth grazed , I felt more alarm than pleasure. Her tongue alone wasn’t enough to bring 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 half-satisfied.
"Your tongue work feels awkward."
"It’s my first ti. 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 seed like I’d need to teach her step by step, starting with a kiss.
"Co here."
"...Are we really doing this?"
"Yeah."
Wiping the saliva off her lips with her hand, Erin approached hesitantly, moving with a shy deanor 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 ant 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 at. 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 sa way, growing back sharper and more jagged, perfectly suited for tearing through raw at.
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 at 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 imnse strength made 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 imnse strength ant she could tear apart if she lost control. Even with mana reinforcent 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 ant 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 in. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked, and she moved her tongue more naturally, although her sharp teeth still grazed 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 thods might work, but the psychological damage could turn into a eunuch for life. Worse, Erin’s jagged teeth would leave a ssy wound that no amount of healing could fix.
And if her instincts fully took over, she might swallow 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 soone 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 aty piece of flesh, her eyes started to glaze over slightly. One mont 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 ntal 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 sa ti, 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 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 . To ensure I couldn’t resist or pull away, she pressed her horns into my stomach, pinning down.
Gulp.
As the endless orgasm finally subsided, Erin opened her mouth and released .
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 deanor. 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 sll blood—be it their own or soone 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 back onto the bed, pinning effortlessly. She licked the blood dripping from her lips, her crimson eyes locked on with a chilling intensity.
‘Did I ss up sowhere?’
Her strength was sothing 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 , her body pressing 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 wince. At the sa ti, 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 seed to retain so semblance of her usual self—or perhaps her half-ogre nature made the frenzy less severe. Either way, she paused when I spoke, allowing 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 ti, it’s my turn."
"...?"
Thrust!
I sacrificed my shoulder and took Erin’s virginity.
"Huh?"
But sothing stopped mid-motion.
Was it because she was a knight? Or did she naturally lack a hyn? 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?’
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