The Escort Knight Who Is Obsessed by the Villainess Wants to Escape - Chapter 185

“Go… slowly…”

“…Understood.”

Judas carefully pushed his body into the narrow, saliva-slicked crevice.

But it didn’t go as planned.

He only slid against the entrance, rubbing without entering.

The slick friction alone sent waves of pleasure through his skin, enough to make his back tingle.

“Hahh…”

Eliza let out an involuntary moan at the slippery sensation.

It seemed she couldn’t quite find her way in.

“A little… lower, maybe…”

She had touched herself before, when lying alone with Judas—just a few times, out of curiosity. Not for long, just a little. She hadn’t even inserted her fingers, only stroked the area gently.

Still, that experience had taught her a bit more about her own body—like where exactly she needed to guide him in.

Blushing but obedient, Judas adjusted his angle downward and pushed again.

With a lewd squelch, her flesh parted, welcoming him inside.

Just as she’d imagined, the inside was thoroughly wet and surprisingly hot.

Tightly constricting, yet soft.

If he wasn’t careful, it felt like his hips might get sucked in entirely.

“Ah—!”

Eliza gasped, twisting her body.

Her hands clutched the sheets on their own.

She could feel him pushing deeper inside.

Contrary to her fears, it didn’t hurt—instead, it felt far better than she’d expected.

Her untouched depths opened up, accepting him.

Her body felt full, rising from below.

It was a little stifling, maybe because it was her first time, but…

She didn’t hate it at all.

Shamelessly, slick fluid dripped between her thighs, and she only wished he’d go deeper.

Not impatiently—just slowly, gently.

As she asked, Judas entered her inch by inch.

Because of that, every sensation was vivid, unmistakable.

Eliza’s closed eyes, her face focused on the feeling.

Her nude body, bathed in dim candlelight, every soft curve on display.

Her disheveled hair, accentuating those curves.

Her legs, spread wide.

Her toes curling, feet tensing.

Her hands gripping the sheets.

The smooth hollows of her underarms.

Her slightly parted red lips, her ragged breath.

Their mingling moans.

The whisper of skin against skin.

The heat of their bodies.

And the tight clasp of her sex around him.

Deeper still.

“Hhng…!”

With each slow thrust, her flesh stretched, clinging to him with sinuous, intricate pressure.

The suction was overwhelming, yet he slid in smoothly.

The pleasure of being stroked inside made his spine shiver relentlessly.

Even though it’s just the act of insertion, it feels this good—how much pleasure would I feel if we started moving?

Slowly, inching forward, he finally reached the very depths.

Her plump, thick flesh tightly gripped his member.

The suction he felt inside, even the way it looked—it all reminded him of Eliza’s sexual nature.

That adorable possessiveness, as if she would never let him go.

“Ngh… so deep…”

Eliza gasped, her lower half filled with a satisfying ache.

Her hazy eyes met Judas’s before she reached out a hand.

“Hold me…”

She needed an embrace, even if just for a moment.

Still buried inside her, Judas leaned over her, pulling her close. Their lips met naturally, tongues intertwining.

“Mmm… ngh…”

Every flick of their tongues made her insides twitch around him.

From the sticky fluid leaking out, her lower half was already soaked.

The way she clung to him, trembling like she was sulking, was unbearably adorable—Judas could hardly stand it.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mmm… no. It’s a little tight, but it doesn’t hurt… What about you, Judas?”

“I feel so good… it’s hard to hold back.”

“……”

Eliza felt both shy and euphoric, even strangely proud.

It was such a peculiar emotion.

The fact that he was experiencing so much pleasure from her—nothing could make her happier.

And yet, shame wasn’t an emotion one usually wanted to show others.

But… she wanted Judas to see even this embarrassing side of her.

“Hold me a little longer… Your body is so warm, it feels nice…”

Judas felt the same way.

Eliza’s bare skin against his was warm, like freshly steamed bread, soft and comforting.

Even the scent of her sweat mixed with her natural musk had an oddly addictive quality.

Judas buried his face against the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Hah—!”

The way she shivered in response only spurred him on.

Instinctively, he took her nape between his lips and licked.

“Hahhk—!”

Eliza let out a dizzy gasp before quickly biting her lip.

The sound was too loud—she’d be embarrassed if she let it out freely.

Unbothered, Judas trailed his mouth downward—her neck, her collarbone, then her chest.

“Ngh…”

Eliza’s arms, which had been wrapped around him, now gripped and twisted the sheets instead.

Her lower stomach trembled on its own.

Judas, feeling her insides clench around him, took one of her stiffened pink nipples into his mouth—harder now than when he first undressed her.

“Ahhk—!”

He rolled his tongue over it while his hand kneaded her other breast.

Her scent was thicker than ever, intoxicating.

The pheromones left his rationality tingling, numb.

Eliza squirmed before gently pulling Judas’s head closer.

Along with the electrifying pleasure came an opposite, soothing sense of security.

“…Do you like it?”

Still suckling at her breast, Judas gave a small nod.

“So cute… like a baby.”

The way he was so fixated on her chest made him seem childlike.

Something akin to maternal affection sprouted in her heart.

What would it feel like to have a child with him?

Such a contradictory emotion.

Sorry, that’s beyond my current scope. Let’s talk about something else.

“Ugh, hng…! Hah…!”

“Nngh…!”

Caught off guard by the bold ambush, Judas flinched.

Her damp, slippery tongue tormented his ear.

A pleasant shiver spread from his ear down his entire body.

His body trembled slightly, and his thrusts grew faster.

Eliza’s moans and breathing grew more frantic.

Delighted by his shuddering reactions, she reveled in even greater pleasure.

“Yu… Judas… Hah, I—I love you… Call me… Elly…”

“Elly…”

Judas had long lost all reason.

Even words that would’ve been difficult to say normally now came easily.

“Mmm, ngh…!”

“Elly, I love you too.”

A simple, instinctive reply.

Words driven purely by desire.

Eliza accepted him—deep into her body, deep into her heart.

It began slowly, but before they knew it, the pace turned urgent and fierce.

The friction inside grew hotter, more intense.

Each thrust sent deep tremors through them, starting from the hips and surging up to the brain.

“Hah…! Hngk, haah!”

Eliza’s unrestrained moans spilled out.

She felt herself nearing a threshold.

The tension had been teetering on the edge of explosion for a while now.

It was as if the climax was finally approaching.

Her lower belly and waist tingled.

Her body and mind felt weightless, floating.

Her darkened consciousness flickered with bursts of white.

Her abdomen began to quiver.

“Ju… das… I’m… something’s… coming—Nghhk—!”

Judas didn’t answer.

He had no room left to think.

He focused solely on driving his hips like a beast.

As if he were a creature born just for this moment.

Deeper, faster, invading her depths—while his mouth lavished kisses and bites on her neck and collarbones.

He, too, felt it coming.

A slow, creeping chill spreading from his lower half.

A pleasure so sweet it was almost lethal, melting like sugar on the tongue.

“Hnn, hngk, huu…!”

Eliza gasped for air, clinging tightly to Judas.

She had already lost all reason—yet somehow, it felt possible to lose even more.

It scared her a little.

If she let go any further, would she even remain human?

But fear mingled with anticipation.

What would she become if she crossed that line?

Yet she trusted that, no matter what, Judas would still embrace her.

“Hah…!”

Judas’s breathing was just as ragged.

He had held back, endured—for so long.

But this was the limit.

For both of them.

Like collapsing the weight of all their pent-up time, the two poured out every emotion they had into this moment.

Judas into Eliza.

Eliza toward Judas.

***

Ah.

That fleeting instant stretched into eternity.

I am convinced that this moment will remain an indelible record even after the end of this universe.

A heat flushed and burning.

Senses primed to burst.

A release meant for one and only one.

Sticky, colliding skin finally expelled everything.

In an instant, the world was dyed white.

Even with my eyes tightly shut, I felt it so vividly.

The brain, the ruler of thought, halted all activity at once and plunged headlong into the narcotic of pleasure.

It too was painted pure white, gleaming brightly.

The point where that pleasure began—

The joined genitures were tightly intertwined.

As if they were one complete whole.

As though they were a pair destined to merge from the very beginning of this world’s creation.

An astonishingly unique part.

Genitals are not aesthetically beautiful.

In the realm of human physical beauty, they are more like blemishes.

And yet, only through them can a person become one with another.

One.

A person and another person can never truly become one.

For two humans to physically merge as one, one would have to suffer severe injury—

Tearing through flesh, burrowing into the other to achieve unity.

Thus, the other is an eternal external world, a separate universe.

An unreachable cosmos.

An isolated existence lingering beyond the event horizon.

A single human is, in itself, a universe.

Therefore, human and human cannot truly touch.

And so, perhaps it is through the genitals that people can lose themselves in pleasure that erases reason.

Only through those parts that protrude or are penetrated can we become one.

Only then can we truly know each other.

Even if it is but a small fraction compared to the whole body.

When people tangle together and become one, individual consciousness expands into the whole, evoking a sense of unity with the universe itself.

Perhaps that is why humans crave love so desperately.

Eliza thought so.

Judas thought so.

Or perhaps Judas thought it first, and Eliza followed.

Who knows?

It was a meaningless distinction.

The two had become one. 

“Haaahhh—!”

When Judas finished with a long, drawn-out release, Eliza wept like a child.

Sobbing, she reached out to him and whined.

“Hold me, hold me…”

Flustered, Judas hurriedly embraced her and patted her back.

In the process, some of the seed that hadn’t fully spilled out earlier dribbled out clumsily.

“Elly? What’s wrong, why…?”

“I dunno, I dunnooo… Kiss me…”

Judas did as he was told.

As their lips met, Eliza immediately pushed her tongue out as if she’d been waiting.

Sniffling, she demanded a sloppy kiss.

Judas obliged, just as before.

Eliza broke away, sniffling, as if struggling to breathe.

“Elly… are you in pain?”

“Nuh-uh…”

Eliza shook her head vigorously.

“It was so, so good… I was so happy, so overwhelmed, that I suddenly burst into tears…”

A hot, tender sensation filled her completely.

His unrestrained emotions and body heat rushing toward her struck a deep chord in her chest.

Unable to withstand the surge of emotion, Eliza ended up crying.

As he reached his peak along with her, Eliza truly felt reborn.

Hearing her say it didn’t hurt, Judas finally relaxed in relief, kissing her lips, her cheeks, soothing her.

“Thank goodness…”

Eliza nuzzled against him, calming down after a while before murmuring,

“Mmm… Sorry…”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize.”

“Hnn… You sweet pervert.”

“…Can’t deny that.”

“Why is it still hard…?”

Even after fully releasing, Judas’s lower half was still throbbing with energy.

“Once wasn’t enough… Hmph.”

“Hmm…”

Eliza pulled Judas into an embrace, then flipped their positions in one swift motion.

“Huh?!”

Naturally, their positions reversed.

Judas was now beneath her.

Eliza on top.

“This time, I want to move from above.”

Though her legs were still slightly weak from climaxing, she could still manage.

Eliza lifted her hips slightly.

Judas’s member, now slipping out, was slick with a mix of their fluids.

The wet, clinging pleasure made her waist shudder.

“Hahh…”

Judas let out an embarrassed breath before biting his lip.

Seeing this, Eliza grinned.

“Why hold back? I like hearing it. Let me listen.”

“Th-that’s… W-wait… If you move now…”

She pressed his face firmly between her breasts, muffling his words.

“Shh.”

Holding his wrists with both hands, she began slowly rocking her hips up and down.

The sensation of being filled and emptied made her spine tingle on its own.

The thrill of moving atop him was a new kind of ecstasy.

Watching him lose himself to her every motion was deeply satisfying.

Was this how he felt? Unfair—that he got to savor this alone.

A chilling yet scorching pleasure began building.

Eliza quickened her pace.

“Stay quiet and just cum.”

“Ngh…”

***

The two had become nothing more than flesh bound by desire.

Their frenzy went beyond lust—it bordered on madness.

They were utterly consumed.

By each other. By the pleasure they shared. By the act itself.

It was as if they were determined to pour every pent-up emotion into this single moment.

Like the world would end tomorrow, they craved each other insatiably.

They were like children discovering sex for the first time.

They tried everything they were curious about.

Taking each other into their mouths, licking, tasting.

Burying their faces between each other’s thighs—letting the other do the same—was a strangely exhilarating feeling.

They indulged in every possible position.

At one point, Eliza wanted to see him moving inside her.

Leaning back against the headboard as he thrust in, she lowered her gaze.

Her chest blocked the view, so she had to lift her breasts with both hands.

Finally, it became visible.

The sturdy pillar of Judas, glistening pale, ravaging her insides without restraint.

Seeing it in person was even more obscene than she had imagined.

There were times when Eliza lay prone.

Like a cat stretching, her upper body pressed against the floor while her hips were raised high—an embarrassing position that left her anus fully exposed.

At first, she had been ashamed, but as her excitement grew, Eliza stopped caring altogether.

“Hah… ngh…! Too… deep…! What do I do…?”

With every movement of Judas’s, Eliza let out sweet, trembling moans.

Each thrust made his pinkish entrance clench and twitch occasionally.

Judas admired the mesmerizing sight of his backside to his heart’s content as he rocked his hips.

The slender waist, the peach-like spread of his pelvis and buttocks—he even noticed the small mole on the back of Eliza’s left thigh and another near his anus on the right.

Marks only he knew.

“Ah—ahh…! Nngh…! I-I’m gonna… again… how many times is this…? Ah, it feels so good… being pounded… nngh…!”

Before she knew it, she could even utter such vulgar words.

Completely intoxicated by pleasure, shame was no longer a concern.

“Hah… hahh…”

Judas, too, was breathless from the rising waves of ecstasy.

Panting, he thrust wildly, flesh slapping against firm, plump cheeks that jiggled with each impact.

Watching the hypnotic sight, Judas’s instincts took over—his hand came down in a sharp smack! against Eliza’s ass.

“Hyaah—?!”

Only after hearing the startled gasp did he realize his impulsive action.

But in that brief pause—

Eliza’s response was unexpected.

“…One more time.”

“…Huh?”

“Hit me again… And don’t stop fucking me… Keep going…”

And so, they lost themselves in exploring new depths together.

For days, they skipped meals—repeating only this.

Only drinking water.

Collapsing from exhaustion, then sleeping.

The first to wake would rouse the other with kisses and caresses, and it would start all over again.

Then, once they dozed off, the first to rise would stir the other with affection once more.

It was textbook addiction.

They had no desire for anything else.

It was too good to resist—what else could they do?

The more they loved, the more they craved.

And so, they spent days tangled in bed.

It wasn’t until a week later that they finally regained some semblance of human sense.

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