Chapter 24: Female Knight, Treated Kindly 1
Their lips touched.
The soft mucous membranes overlapped and made a lovely wet sound.
Closing their eyes and feeling only the sensation.
Tongues not entering. No touching of the chest or anywhere.
Only kissing.
A gentle kiss.
Aisha pulled her face away.
When she opens her eyes, Keith also opens his eyes almost at the same time.
Keith smiles at her.
Aisha turned her face away from him, feeling very embarrassed for some reason.
"Isn't this enough... the thank you is done."
That said, he will probably attack her suddenly after this anyway.
Aisha had a feeling that it will be the case.
Because it was always like that.
Even if he said something nice or pretended to be good-natured, he would trick her into bringing out her nasty self again.
That is frustrating and unbearable.
And yet, today.
"Aisha... can I hug you?"
"……Eh?"
He asked.
He asked a question.
Normally, Keith would make a dirty face and treat Aisha's body like a toy.
But he asked with a soft face.
She didn't know how to answer it.
She can say that she didn't want to.
She could yell at him to stop playing around.
She knew that's what she should do, but her body didn't respond.
"May I?"
"Yeah...... eh……"
Keith smiled and put his hands around Aisha's waist and back.
"Ah……"
Aisha was held in his arms.
She had to resist.
But would a lover resist a hug?
And he even got her permission.
Then it would be wrong to resist.
That's right. Because she has to play along well. Resisting is wrong.
Aisha concluded so and accepted Keith's embrace.
Keith's left hand caresses Aisha's head.
His right hand is on her waist, but he never made any unwanted movements.
In that gentle embrace, Aisha noticed that Keith was sniffing her.
"Y-you promised me you wouldn't sniff."
"The bed. I didn't promise not to smell Aisha's scent."
"That's unfair."
"...You don't like it? Then I'll stop."
He asked again. And Aisha is reluctant to resist.
"……Do whatever you want."
Following her words, Keith sniffs her hair from Aisha's neck.
The smell of sweat, unlike that of a human, was not off-putting; it smelled like sweet nectar. Inhaling it into his nose.
Aisha let out a sigh at the tickle of having her own scent sniffed.
"Aisha, you look cute."
She thought it felt sly to say that in this state.
"That... don't say it again."
"That?"
"... Cute... or..."
"It's because you're cute."
"I'm not happy when someone younger than me says it."
That's true. Aisha is more than 20 years older than Keith.
"But you're cute, so there's nothing I can do about it."
"L-like I said... kyaa."
After saying that, Aisha raises her voice.
Keith switched position.
Aisha was on the bottom, but she didn't get hurt. She only raised her voice because it was done so suddenly.
Keith looked down at the beautiful brown elf, trapping Aisha under his own limbs.
Her puzzled face gives the impression that she is younger than her age.
To such Aisha.
"When two lovers are in this position in bed, they would do what they're supposed to do, right?"
Here it comes. Yes, as she thought.
Keith is about to do something to her that is too disgusting to even say out loud.
Aisha glared at Keith.
As she tried hard to hold back the tears that are threatening to come out.
"You can do whatever you want!"
Keith smiled at her words.
"You don't get to ask your lover for a night out and then do whatever you want, right?"
"I see, So if your lover says no, are you going to give up!?"
"......Is that being coy?"
"Hmph! Then I have no right to refuse! What else to say but 'do what you want'!"
Aisha turned away from him as if to throw up, and Keith put his mouth to her ear and said, "Good grief".
"Then, let's go with this kind of setting. Aisha's cuteness has made me lust after her so much that I want her, and even though I'm really tired from work, she accepts me, telling me to do whatever I want."
"What's that! Are you stupid!!"
"Playing pretend is interesting because it's stupid."
Saying so, Keith kissed Aisha.
It's a gentle kiss.
He separates his lips once and kisses her again. But this time for a longer time. Still no tongue.
When their lips parted several times.
"Do you want to take off your clothes, Aisha? Or do you want me to take them off for you?"
"I'll take them off myself...... so move."
"Yes, yes."
Keith gets up and watches happily as she takes off her dress.
Aisha felt that if she was going to undress, she didn't need to change her clothes. She didn't understand a male's mind.
When she took off her dress and was about to take off her bra.
"That's! I want to take it off."
The pervert pleaded with an expression like an abandoned puppy.
With a jittery look in his eyes, she sighed and removed her hand from the bra, and Keith was happy with a big smile on his face.
He kissed her while sitting on the bed.
Aisha, who had been kissed so much by Keith, had gotten used to it.
At first, it was difficult for her to breathe, but recently she is aware that it is getting better.
Though it was not something that made her happy.
"Fuu...! Nfuu..."
A tongue entered her mouth.
She accepted it and let her tongue lift a little, and Keith licked it.
There was a rustling sound.
Eventually, Keith's hands began to touch her breasts through her bra.
Aisha was puzzled by the touch.
It was different. The way he touched her was different.
It was completely different from the way she had been touched before.
She can't explain how it was different. But to put it simply, it is gentle.
He touches her as if he loves and cares for her.
She doesn't enjoy rubbing her breasts. But it's the kind of touching that Aisha feels good about.
Eventually, Keith's hand undid the front hook and let Aisha's breasts pop out.
He squeezes her large breasts directly.
"Chu... puha!... ah, ahh..."
She said out loud.
While rubbing her breasts slowly and kneading them, he gently ran his fingers over the areola.
The ticklishness soon turned into a pleasant sensation.
As he repeatedly caressed her areola, her nipples began to harden. He felt it with his fingertips.
"Can I lick it?"
He whispered in her ear. Goosebumps rose on Aisha's spine.
"No... don't..."
She said reflexively.
"I see, then I won't do it."
Keith mumbled quietly and squeezed her nipples between his fingers.
"Kuh!!"
When he squeezed it with exquisite force, a warmth flowed from the tips of her nipples to her stomach along with pleasure.
"Fuhii!! Ah, kuh...!"
When her nipples began to ache, Keith removed his fingers.
Keith places his body completely on the bed and leans his back against the headrest, then opens his arms.
Aisha is a little confused, holding her breasts, which were aching, and crawled on the bed, leaning against Keith.
While sitting on the bed, he removes her bra completely from behind and kissed Aisha's neck.
Then, he rubbed her breasts again. Also rubbing her nipples.
"Kufuu!! Ah, nhh!! Fuwaa..."
His right hand went down.
It traced her clitoris through her panties.
"Kyuu!!"
Aisha let out a cry.
"Sorry, was that strong?"
Those were the words of a man who abused her clitoris with a massaging tool when he took her virginity.
And the touch.
He gently stroked her clitoris, caressing it at the foreskin.
"Ahhh."
After stroking repeatedly and letting out some love juice, he now traces the crotch area.
Aisha endured gasping and turned to Keith.
"W... why..."
"Hmm? What is?"
"Hii!... ah, ah... this, gentleness... kuh! It's different from usual..."
Keith smiled.
"It's natural, Because Aisha is very important to me."
"Im, portant?"
"Yeah, you're my cute lover after all."
"Ahhh!!!"
The moment he said that, she felt a jolt of electricity down her spine.
It was because she was being touched. She desperately tries to make excuses in her mind.
Not because Keith told her that she was an important person to him.
That shouldn't be the case.
Because this is just a play. It's just a child's game.
When the play is over... when it's over, she's going to kill him.
She told her mind and endured the shivering on her spine.
The fact that Keith doesn't say anything is unsettling.
He didn't ask her to speak up or be more disruptive.
He just touches her gently. She felt good. Both her mind and body feel good.
"Your underwear is a little wet. Should I take it off... can I take it off?"
Aisha, breathing hard, can't even reply.
Keith saw it.
"Please lift up your waist a little."
He pulls off her panties.
She thought he would smell it again, but he put it under the bed.
Aisha had a vague feeling that Keith would never do anything she didn't want.
Aisha was now completely naked, and Keith began to caress her again.
When he touched her pussy directly, Aisha's body trembled due to the stimulation.
"Uaaa!! Nhh...... haa!! Ahhh."
He rubbed her labia, stroked her clitoris, traced the crack, and slowly inserted his middle finger into her vaginal hole, turning it in small circles.
Then, he pulls it out while moving his finger to tickle it deep inside.
The purpose of that was not to force her to cum, but to make her feel good and get her wet.
"G-gently... the finger! Kuaa!! Kuh, ahh!!"
Aisha bit her lip, about to say it felt good.
But she felt good.
It's not a feeling that she would loathe herself afterward. It is not a violent pleasure.
It was the feeling she had fantasized about alone after reading books. It was the feeling of being given by someone one loves.
She knew that her vagina was aching to welcome this person.
"Can I insert it?"
Keith asked Aisha when he felt that her love juice was wet enough on his fingers.
Aisha looked at Keith for a moment and then.
"Do...... as you please."
Aisha muttered.
Keith smiled and gently laid Aisha down on the bed.
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