Chapter 105: First Taste
Haruto gently gathered the damp red hair to one side, his large, heated hands caressing the snow-white skin.
The steam from the bath curled around them, making the air thick and humid, carrying the scent of her shampoo and something uniquely, intoxicatingly her. Each stroke of his palms was a brand of possession, a silent promise of what was to come.
Her smooth, delicate back was like fine jade, tinged with hints of pink under the teasing friction, growing increasingly enticing.
The contrast was maddening—his tanned, powerful hands against the flawless alabaster of her skin. He could feel the faint, thrilling tremors that ran through her frame with every pass of his fingers, a silent symphony of anticipation he was conducting.
Though called back scrubbing, there wasn't a speck of dirt on Rias's body. Not to mention the protection of her magical power, her habit of frequently showering was enough to wash away any dust.
This was never about cleanliness. It was a ritual, a pretense for this intimate violation of her personal space, a game they were both willingly playing. The soap was just an excuse for his hands to slick and slide over her divine form.
After kneading for a while, Haruto grew unsatisfied with just using his hands on this exquisite jade-like skin.
A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest. The sight of her, compliant and pliant beneath his touch, was a drug that stripped away his patience. He needed to taste, to claim, to hear her voice break for him.
He leaned down and kissed Rias's slender, delicate nape, his thick, hard cock pressed insistently against the cleft of her soft, warm back. His large hands wandered from behind to her soft, perky peaks, his fingers pinching the pink buds, slowly twisting and tugging.
Rias felt the hard Little Haruto sliding against her back. The lewd sensation made her pretty face blush slightly. Just as she was about to tell Haruto to stop, an unprecedented pleasure surged from her chest.
The dual assault was overwhelming. The solid, heated length grinding against her spine was a blatant reminder of his desire, while the expert manipulation of her breasts sent jolts of pure, undiluted pleasure straight to her core, short-circuiting her protest before it could form.
"Ah~ Mmm~"
The electric-like stimulation made her moan softly, her fair, delicate face turning as red as her smooth crimson hair.
The sounds escaping her were foreign, wanton things, but she was powerless to stop them. Each tweak and pull of his fingers seemed directly connected to the pooling heat between her legs.
Haruto pressed his advantage, sucking on the girl's glistening earlobe, causing Rias to moan continuously.
He whispered hot, filthy promises into her ear, his tongue tracing the shell before his teeth nibbled the sensitive lobe. "You sound so beautiful, President. Let me hear more."
The noble pure-blooded devil princess might act bold and open, but she was actually a pure maiden who had never even held a man's hand. Under Haruto's skilled advances, she quickly became immersed.
Her theoretical knowledge crumbled in the face of this raw, physical reality. Every touch, every kiss, was a lesson in a subject she hadn't known she was failing, and she was now an eager, desperate student.
After being intimate for a while, Haruto gently lifted Rias's delicate chin with one hand, met her spring-filled, beautiful eyes, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.
Her eyes were glazed, hazy with a need she no longer understood, only felt. In their depths, he saw her surrender, and it fueled his own raging fire.
The second kiss, Rias was still inexperienced, completely dominated by Haruto.
He plundered her mouth, his tongue a conquering force teaching hers a sensual dance. It was less a kiss and more a consumption, and she gave herself freely, her own hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders for stability.
At this moment, their master-servant roles reversed. The red-haired, buxom beauty slightly parted her cherry lips, allowing Haruto to take what he wanted.
Power, pride, station—it all melted away under the simple, brutal truth of his masculine dominance. Here, on the slick bathroom floor, she was just a woman, and he was the man unraveling her.
Amid the passionate kiss, a notification sound rang out. Unfortunately, it wasn't a new talent but the same bloodline talent as last time.
The cold, mechanical prompt was a jarring intrusion into their heated world, a reminder of the external forces at play, but Haruto dismissed it as one would swat a fly. The living, breathing woman in his arms was infinitely more important.
Before completing the replication of this talent, it would likely be difficult to obtain the other, more precious talents from Rias.
Haruto quickly brushed aside a trace of regret. While kneading the sensitive spots on the girl's delicate body, he said, "President, lie down."
His voice was a husky command, brooking no argument. His hands were already moving, guiding her, turning her, preparing her body for the next phase of his worship.
Rias narrowed her beautiful eyes, her cheeks burning hot, and instinctively nodded.
Her mind was a fog of sensation, and his directive was the only clear path. Obedience was not a choice but an instinct, a means to sate the aching emptiness he had created within her.
Scooping her ankles, the girl's upper body fell into Haruto's embrace, while her fair, slender legs rested on the smooth floor.
The sudden shift in position left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, her most intimate secrets laid bare before his hungry gaze. A fresh wave of blush painted her chest and neck.
After continuing to hold and caress Rias for a while, Haruto slowly leaned her against the wall and positioned himself before her long, pink, and delicate legs.
He took a moment to simply look, to sear the image of her perfect, splayed form into his memory. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, and her thighs glistened with a mixture of bathwater and her own excitement.
Gazing at the smooth, hairless mound, Haruto felt his mouth go dry.
It was a work of art, a perfectly sculpted, pink heart, swollen and glistening with her dew. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled the air, a siren's call he was helpless to resist.
He had seen many shaved cunts before, but none could compare to this sacred land of Rias.
Whether it was due to her natural beauty or the nourishment of her powerful Magic Power, the girl's swollen private part was not only smooth and devoid of any stray hairs but also lacked even the finest pores. It was pink and tender, faintly exuding a jade-like quality, shimmering with a strange glow under the light.
The plump outer lips were parted slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the glistening, deeper pink flesh within. A single, perfect pearl of her nectar beaded at the entrance, begging to be tasted.
Haruto was mesmerized. His hands slowly traveled upward from her perfectly rounded, jade-like feet, along her slender, smooth calves, to her plump, fleshy thighs, until they reached the heated valley. Then, he gently parted her legs.
His touch was reverent, a slow, deliberate worship of every inch of her. By the time his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she was already trembling, her body arching in a silent plea.
Rias bit her lip lightly, her heart filled with intense shyness. She wanted to stop Haruto's actions but couldn't bring herself to let go of the exquisite sensation.
The conflict was a war in her eyes, but her body had already chosen a side. Her legs fell open wider, a wordless surrender that sent a jolt of triumphant lust through him.
"Haruto... don't look... it's so embarrassing..."
The girl's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum. She tried to close her legs, but Haruto didn't insist. Instead, he lowered his head and moved closer.
"Too late," he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "I need to taste my princess."
Her beautiful legs clamped Haruto's head against her lower body. He tilted his head and, as if kissing, pressed his lips against her plump labia, inserting his tongue delved deep into her dripping, tight pussy, fucking her with his mouth.
Rias was already aroused. A flood of slippery love juices flowed into his mouth. The first time Haruto tasted a girl's lower body, he was treated to the finest nectar.
It was an ambrosia more potent than any magic, a sweet, tangy flavor that was uniquely Rias. He drank deeply, groaning against her flesh as her taste exploded on his tongue.
After stirring inside her flower path for a while, he curled his tongue slightly and touched the incredibly pink and tender clitoris. Using his teeth, he gently peeled the shy bud out of its wrapping.
The direct contact on that hyper-sensitive nub was like a lightning strike. Her entire body went rigid, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as her hips bucked against his face.
With her sensitive clitoris fully exposed, Rias, who had never experienced anything like this, suddenly tightened her legs, her feet stretching straight. One hand pressed Haruto's head firmly, while the back of her other hand covered her mouth.
She was drowning, lost in a sea of sensation so intense it bordered on pain. The world narrowed to the wicked, clever movements of his tongue and the unbearable pressure coiling in her belly.
"Mmm... ah..."
Listening to the girl's moans, which were hard to tell whether they were of pleasure or distress, Haruto gripped her perky buttocks and thrust his tongue desperately into her valley, as if trying to squeeze his entire head inside.
He was relentless, feasting on her like a starved man, his tongue lapping, thrusting, and flicking with a single-minded goal: to break her completely on his mouth.
"Mmm... ah... so good~ Mmm... ah..."
Though she tried her best to suppress her moans, wanton words still escaped through the gaps between her slender fingers.
"Haruto... there... please... don't stop!" The words were a breathless confession, a surrender to the pleasure that was shattering her.
Tasting such a pristine flower valley was an exhilarating experience for Haruto, especially given Rias's noble status, which made it hard for him to restrain his passion.
To have the mighty heir of the Gremory family writhing and begging under his tongue, her royal honey dripping down his chin—it was a power trip that hardened him to an almost painful degree.
The wet, slurping sounds continued to emanate from below as Rias's exquisite body tensed and relaxed intermittently. The moment Haruto's index finger stealthily slipped into her delicate back entrance, a powerful electric current surged through every corner of her body.
The unexpected, forbidden intrusion sent her spiraling past the point of no return. Her eyes flew wide, seeing nothing, her mouth open in a silent scream.
The young girl's beautiful eyes rolled back slightly, her lower body convulsed, and the entrance to her womb opened wide. Her yin essence poured out uncontrollably as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Her climax was a violent, beautiful tempest. Her back arched off the floor, her muscles seizing as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure wracked her frame, her juices gushing into Haruto's waiting, eager mouth.
Haruto didn't waste a single drop, taking it all into his mouth—sweet, tangy, and smooth, carrying the unique rose-like fragrance of Rias.
He drank until she was spent, until her body went limp and boneless against the floor, her chest heaving with the effort to draw breath.
He swallowed the precious nectar, then stood up and positioned himself before the dazed, crimson-haired beauty. His fiery, rigid dragon stood erect, directly facing her enchanting, lovely face.
The sight that greeted her hazy vision was intimidating—his cock, thick, veined, and glistening with a mix of her arousal and his own pre-cum, stood proudly before her. It was a demand and a plea all in one.
"President... Rias-senpai... Rias."
At Haruto's call, Rias finally snapped back to reality. Her small mouth opened, ready to respond, but the head of his thick cock plunged straight in, stretching her lips wide.
She had meant to speak, but he gave her a better use for that pretty, open mouth. The gasp she let out was muffled by the thick flesh suddenly filling it.
"Mmph... mmph... ggh..."
After breaking through to A-rank, little Haruto had grown even larger. With only half of it inserted, the inexperienced Rias was already pushed to the back of her throat, unable to suppress her gagging reflex.
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes from the strain, the sheer size of him overwhelming her. Yet, the salty taste of her own essence on his skin and the primal musk of him was strangely arousing.
Little Haruto withdrew slightly, leaving only the tip to stir within the warm, petite mouth, feeling the delicate, fragrant tongue wrap around and rub against it.
He let her adjust, watching with rapt fascination as her full lips stretched around his girth. The sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge.
"Rias-senpai, lick it, suck on it, like you're eating a lollipop."
While enjoying the continuous waves of pleasure, Haruto taught Rias various techniques.
"Be careful not to use your teeth. You can move back and forth a bit..."
His guidance was gentle but firm, his hands tangling in her crimson hair, not forcing, but guiding, owning the moment.
"Mmph..."
Rias shot him a seductive glare but obediently followed his instructions, servicing little Haruto.
The look was meant to be chastising, but with her eyes heavy-lidded and her mouth full of him, it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Consider this repayment for earlier...
With that thought, she focused even more intently on licking and teasing.
She took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her tongue swirling around the crown, collecting the bitter-salty pre-cum that seeped from his slit.
As intelligent as she was, she quickly grasped the technique. Tilting her head slightly, she enveloped the rigid dragon with the soft flesh of her cheek, rocking her head back and forth while her little tongue meticulously traced along its length.
She found a rhythm, bobbing her head, using her hand to stroke what she couldn't take, her moans vibrating along his length, sending shivers up his spine.
Watching the bulge protruding from her delicate, lovely face, Haruto felt a stir of desire and reached out to press on it.
The visual of his shape distorting her cheek was too much. He needed to feel it, to intensify the exquisite friction.
The friction from the tight enclosure intensified momentarily, but before he could savor it further, his mischievous hand was swatted away by Rias.
She was a quick learner, and she would do this on her own terms. Her pride, even in submission, was a thrilling part of her charm.
After what felt like an eternity, Rias felt her cheeks growing sore. Frowning, she spat out the fiery dragon.
It slid from her lips with a soft, wet pop, slick and shining with her saliva. She was a vision of debauchery, and Haruto's heart hammered against his ribs.
"Mmph... aren't you done yet?" The girl rubbed her aching, numb little mouth. "If you don't finish soon, I'm leaving you to it."
Her threat was empty, and they both knew it. The husky, well-used tone of her voice was a testament to how thoroughly she had served him.
Though Rias's mouth was incredibly pleasurable, it wasn't quite enough to bring Haruto to climax.
He needed more. He needed to be sheathed in her wet, tight heat, to feel her climax around him. But he respected her boundaries, even as his body screamed in protest.
Haruto cast a longing glance at her damp, flowing valley. "President, how about trying somewhere else?"
His gaze was a physical touch, hot and heavy on her slick, exposed folds. She could feel the heat of it, and it made her clench around nothing.
"No way~" Rias clamped her legs together, shooting him a flustered, annoyed glare.
The movement was instinctive, protecting her most vulnerable, most desired place from the invasion she so desperately craved but could not allow.
Though she had already been thoroughly devoured in every other way, she couldn't—and wouldn't—consent to that final step until that matter was resolved. Crossing that line would spell trouble for both Haruto and her.
The shadow of reality, of her engagement, fell over them for a brief moment, a chilling reminder that this stolen pleasure had limits.
Seeing Rias's firm stance, Haruto could only regretfully abandon the idea of dual cultivation.
The thought of sinking into her virgin tightness would haunt his dreams, but the woman before him was more important than the act itself.
His gaze shifted to her pale, plump buttocks, her long, beautiful legs, and her soft, perky breasts. Since he couldn't have the main course, he would take every other advantage available.
A predatory grin touched his lips. Her body was a playground, and he intended to explore every slide and swing.
"Then let me take the lead now." With that, Haruto pulled the Rias, who was slumped on the ground, to her feet and began a non-repetitive series of acrobatic intimate maneuvers.
He arranged her body like a precious doll, bending her over, lifting her legs, pressing her against the wall. In every position, he would grind his aching, leaking length against the soft skin of her thighs, her buttocks, her stomach, coating her in his pre-cum and her own juices, bringing them both to the brink again and again with this frustrating, exhilarating friction.
While rubbing little Haruto against various places, he also took the opportunity to ask about some lingering questions from his recent breakthrough.
Even in the midst of carnal bliss, the drive for power never left him. He was multitasking, stoking her pleasure while seeking the knowledge to increase his own strength.
"President, the magical energy inside me has started turning dark blue, but it's no longer spreading throughout my body. What's going on?"
His question was punctuated by a slow, grinding thrust against the cleft of her buttocks, making her gasp and shudder.
Rias, flushed crimson from Haruto's teasing, responded in broken gasps: "You... ah... slow down first... mmm... and... stop playing with my mouth... ungh... or I can't speak properly..."
How could she form coherent sentences when he was nibbling at her neck while his hard shaft slid between her squeezed-together thighs, the head bumping against her sensitive clit with every movement?
Haruto gave an awkward chuckle and withdrew his fingers from Rias's slightly parted lips, leaving behind a glistening silver thread.
He gentled his movements, holding her from behind and simply rocking against her, giving her a moment of relative peace to gather her thoughts.
After catching her breath, Rias countered: "Have you broken through to A-rank?"