Chapter 325: The Night Continues

I lowered my body and moved my face to Anouk’s navel, then further down. The body had not turned, so it was not sixty-nine.

Having brought my face to this place, I first had to taste the hot spring welling up. That is required! First I put out my tongue and licked from the bottom of the slit to the top.

"Ah!?"

A sound like a scream.

"Don’t. Please stop. It is dirty."

Saying a thing like that means lick it once more, I translated, and licked again. This time not only the surface. I licked so it went a little into the slit. Ah. The taste of the fluid is good! Once more, even without being urged! Still slower, I put my tongue in deeper. The tip of the tongue caught the inner lips. When I touched the clit Anouk shuddered.

"Already... stop... please."

Anouk said it in pieces, but she herself would not know what she was saying. Then I wrapped the clit in my lips and poked it with my tongue.

"Ah, ah, aaah."

She reacted as if it were fun. I set a finger on the inner lips and slid it.

"Gaaaaah!"

A beast-like voice. This is good!!

The area around my mouth grew hotter and wetter. Claiming put a finger in already, please? Then let us take that request.

First one finger, slow. Of course it was sucked in, slick. I moved the finger and no voice came, so another! Even at two I could put them in and out with no resistance. That did not mean the stimulus was not reaching Anouk.

"Kuu."

she said and twisted her body. So the clit came out of my mouth. And still my head was caught between her thighs, pressed in again, I was making wet sounds and the fingers had become three, going in and out. Fluid kept flowing from inside.

"Already... already... please stop..."

Anouk was barely breathing, but what was she saying when we were still only here? But my son was stretched tight, claiming it wanted in, wanted to be put in. I had not touched it so I had no proof, but I thought precome was coming out.

"Then I will go in."

I lifted my body so I could see Anouk’s face and advanced my hips. Oops! I slipped.

"That is not it."

She pointed out the mistake in a small voice.

"Then guide me."

"Heh!?"

She had not thought she would be told that.

But after a little gap Anouk’s hand stretched down and took my son. She was surprised it was hard when she touched it, maybe. She let go for an instant, then gripped it again. After that she squeezed tight and guided. But she did not seem to be guiding as she thought (I understood, of course), and she floated her hips to adjust. Then the head was set properly at the entrance of the hole hiding inside the smaller lips.

"Here."

she told me. At a time like this, if it were bright, what face would Anouk have? I wanted to see. I should not have made it this dark. Moonlight through the window was nowhere near enough light.

But I had been invited, so I pushed my hips and pressed the head into her passage.

"Uh!?"

Uwaaaaaah it feels good!! If I say it, it is the same as Lily and different! Narrow, and it clenched down at once. But I had only just gone in. I set my hands on Anouk’s shoulders and moved my hips.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Added to the voice from Anouk’s mouth, from the lower mouth I could hear nyuchu, nyuchu, nyuchu.

I was moving my hips. Anouk’s hands went around my back, force going in and leaving. My hips moved on the same rhythm, and Anouk’s voice took on heat little by little.

"D-don’t, th-this, don’t, mustn’t, aaah, don’t, something, something, s-scary, aah, aah, aaaah, nnnnnn!!"

She screamed, set nails in my back, and the legs opened to both sides lifted and convulsed. The convulsion of the legs traveled to the passage and my son was wrung hard. I felt sucked in, in. What is this? What is happening? At the fierce stimulus I hit the limit. Guguuguu, fluid welling from the sack was invited first, and at last I poured into Anouk.

"Nn, nn, nn, nn, nn."

Anouk made a sound each time I poured. Each time I let out I was wrung. The lower body being another creature was not only men... women too...

Anouk’s hands went around my back, her legs around my waist, and I was bound so I could not move...

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Still joined with Anouk, I stayed still, and Anouk’s chest rose and fell large. I could tell her breasts hitting my chest. I was over her, and Anouk’s posture kept her thighs wide open. Is this shape not hard? You need flexibility in the hip joints, I thought, a thing that did not matter. My son had let out what it would let out, and I could tell it had not gone small and was still wrapped in Anouk. Or rather, now I felt the movement of Anouk’s passage more sharp. How many earthworms are in there? I thought that stupid thing.

I buried my face in Anouk’s hair and smelled. Anouk’s fingers combed my hair. Soft fingers on the scalp felt good. We will go to the second round like this, I thought, and somehow the words "my job is Her Majesty’s guard and conversation partner" flashed in my head.

At a time like this I must not think I must not think this! I must not raise a flag, I thought, but once I thought it my feeling would not settle.

"What is it?"

Anouk noticed the change in me and asked, and on the outer wall of the room there was a small sound, kachi! A small, small sound, but it wound up my unease.

Something is here! I sat up and pulled my son out of Anouk. White fluid must have scattered from the tip.

"Lord Robbie!? What?"

Anouk was surprised at my sudden move. There was a sense of something outside.

"I am sorry, but something seems about to happen! A hunch!"

I said it low. Anouk trusted my words, but,

"Then clean this."

Anouk tried to clean my son, and with her mouth... but there was no time!

"I am sorry. I am pressed! That next time!"

I put on the underwear and shirt that had fallen under the bed. I did not know where the pajama top and bottom had gone. I opened the window and a black mass fell from the floor above. For an instant I felt Her Majesty’s scent. I looked up. A window stood open. Could it be? It might be a mistake? I thought, and still the hunch worked that I should chase that black mass! Mark that!! Now is when I should use Mark! Marking!

Woh!? It shone as if pointed at with a red pointer. Chase that. I set a foot on the window ledge.

"Wait, Lord Robbie!"

Naked Anouk wrapped a blanket around her body and called to me.

"Something fled from above. Anouk, look at Her Majesty’s room. I will chase that!"

Without waiting for a reply I jumped down. I thought the one fleeing was one person, and it was two? Holding something wrapped in cloth? Her Majesty?

Tat tat tat. I closed the distance at once on the ones fleeing. Then someone dove in from the side as if measured. A flash. A sword? I stopped hard, let it pass, and from below I split the hurried enemy’s shoulder. An arm flew in the air. That one rolled without raising a voice. I was left behind again.

Still I ran, and when I thought I had at last closed the distance the fleeing ones turned into an alley. An alley barely wide enough for one. House walls rose high on both sides.

"Die!"

Someone jumped down from above shouting. People who raise their voice are amateurs! Toward the upper,

"Flame!!"

I shouted with all my force, and whether from ordinary training or from a fool’s strength at a fire, the one who jumped down was wrapped in flame and fell behind me. I had no room to see what became of that one. I ignored him and chased. The fleeing ones turned an alley again. I closed, they turned. When I had at last closed to about six feet the rear one said,

"Damn!?"

turned toward me, and drew. The other one put what he had been holding on his back and started running. A white leg spilled from the wrapping cloth. That is Her Majesty after all?

Anyway I had to drop the enemy in front of me. He was blocking the road, so I could not go ahead. That one raised a sword. The width was narrow and there were house walls on both sides, so he could not sweep. At the timing of the downswing I took one step back and jumped.

"Ah!?"

I jumped, went over the head of the enemy who made a stupid sound, and landed behind. I stabbed my sword into the neck of the enemy who turned.

"Gu!?"

A muffled sound. He tried to touch my sword. Trying to pull the sword from his neck? But I had no time to deal with that. I turned my back and ran. Blood came from the neck like a fountain. Enough to tell even at night.

The fleeing one, as expected, could not make speed running with a person on his back. The red shining line looked like a dotted line. I could tell the turns too. What an excellent "Mark"! Level 5 after all, maybe!

I chased the one who fled. I turned a corner. It was a dead end. That one set what he had been holding behind him and held a sword. He was breathing with his shoulders, and I could tell the sword tip trembling in the moonlight.

"D-damn! I heard it was easy work! Shit!! I-I got played!"

I stepped forward one silent step toward the complaining enemy, and,

"H-hey, oi, w-will you let me go? I-I’ll do anything. L-look, I’ll give you money!"

He took a bag from his breast and held it out. The bait was obvious, but I would take it now.

I lowered my sword and stretched a hand. That one grinned.

"Idiot!"

and thrust. Had he never been taught not to say a thing like that? I tilted my head, felt the thrusting tip beside my cheek, and put my sword into that one’s heart.

"Ah..."

It had not gone as he thought, maybe. He made a surprised sound, and then there were no more words. I twisted the sword and opened the wound, and blood burst out. It got on me. I did not care. When the flow of blood weakened, I pulled the sword before the muscles contracted. The sword stuck in the chest seemed to have been a prop, and he fell forward.