Chapter 11

It was a kiss that swallowed up all her embarrassment and guilt. The longer it lasted, the more breathless she became, the hotter her body felt. A warm satisfaction filled her whole being. At the same time, her calmed desires heated her lower belly again.

After their lips parted, Chloe caught her breath in Dante’s arms. He gently stroked her back.

“Shall we go now?”

“…No.”

Chloe shook her head. Her lips moved quietly.

“I can’t get up. I’m not wearing underwear right now……”

“…What?”

“It’s… I didn’t wear it because it felt gross… but now, because of the potion, I’m really… wet……”

Chloe trailed off. She hadn’t wanted to wear underwear stiff with dried fl*ids. After the kiss, she was so wet she felt like she’d drip if she stood up. Even animals didn’t get this worked up. Dante raised one eyebrow.

“You’re… seducing me right now, aren’t you?”

“Let’s… call it like that?”

She hadn’t planned this, but seeing Dante’s reaction made her feel a little hopeful. Dante took a deep breath.

“Let’s go home first.”

“And… what are we going to do there?”

Chloe asked cautiously, trying not to show her anticipation. Dante picked her up and placed her on the saddle.

“Anything you want.”

* * *

Chloe’s feet touched the floor only after they entered the room. The whole way there, her body had burned with anticipation. As soon as the door closed, Chloe wrapped her arms around Dante’s neck and kissed him. Dante responded eagerly, hurriedly undressing her. When a button popped off and rolled across the floor, Chloe broke the kiss to laugh out loud.

“You didn’t even take the potion, so why are you in such a rush?”

“Maybe I caught it from you. And…….”

Dante lifted Chloe’s skirt. His hand stroked her wet thigh, making her shiver. He showed her his palm, covered in her fl*ids.

“You got this wet.”

“……”

“See?”

He purposely opened and closed his hand to make a wet sound, making Chloe turn her head in embarrassment. Not that it stopped the sound.

“You said you like me. Are you not going to look at me now?”

“…You keep teasing me.”

When Chloe grumbled, Dante kissed her protruding lips. His wet hand slipped under her open shirt. He stroked her waist, then unfastened her bra. Chloe slowly caressed Dante’s shoulders and chest. His body, covered by just one thin shirt, was as firm as it had been yesterday.

“Can I… touch you?”

“No. It’s embarrassing.”

Dante laughed playfully, grabbing both of Chloe’s hands with one of his own, and with the other, squeezed her br*ast. He kneaded the soft flesh, making Chloe squirm in frustration. Her white shirt slipped, revealing her round shoulder. Dante kissed her neck, collarbone, and shoulder in turn, leaving red marks wherever his lips touched.

“Haa, ahh……”

Chloe tilted her head and trembled. Even after doing it once yesterday, her desire hadn’t faded; every touch brought back memories of the night before, making her ache even more. And with her hands unable to move, the restraint itself was a new kind of stimulation.

“Hng, b-being tied up is, actually…….”

“What did you say?”

Dante stopped as if he’d heard something unexpected. As his hand paused, Chloe realized what she’d just said. She squirmed, searching for words, and Dante smiled faintly.

“…Tied up, you mean?”

“N-no, that’s not it… it’s the potion……”

“Right. It’s all because of the potion. Chacha’s potions are always strong.”

Dante bent down and picked up the cravat from the floor. Realizing what he was about to do, Chloe swallowed nervously, half anxious, half excited. Dante lightly tied Chloe’s hands behind her back, then lifted her skirt again. He gripped her pelvis and gently stroked her wet opening with his fingers.

Every time his fingers moved back and forth, there was a squelching sound. Chloe squirmed a little, but couldn’t escape his touch.

“You were going to walk all the way to the dorm without underwear? What would you have done if it started dripping like this?”

Clear fl*id ran down her thighs to her calves. Chloe’s face was still flushed, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“That’s why… I let you catch me.”

“Right. I caught you. And now that I’ve tied you up like this……”

Dante kissed her flushed cheek.

“So now I can do whatever I want, right?”

“…Pervert.”

Although Chloe was the one who spoke first, so in a way she was spitting in her own face, Dante didn’t care at all. The wet, squelching sounds echoed lewdly.

“You’re really wet, Chloe.”

Dante teased. Chloe twisted her body lightly and raised one foot to tap at his bulging pants.

“You’re hard too. Don’t act like it’s just me.”

“So you’re going to touch me with your foot?”

“What else am I supposed to do when my hands are tied?”

Maybe she was trying to hide her embarrassment, but Chloe kept grumbling. Dante toyed with her wet opening and then took a deep bite of her br*ast. With his other hand, he held her waist firmly so she wouldn’t fall.

His pointed tongue teased her *reola. Sometimes he grazed her hardened n*pple with his teeth, sometimes he sucked hard. As Chloe tilted her head back and moaned, his fingers slipped inside her as he stroked her. The gentle movement made Chloe gasp for breath. Dante’s lips slowly moved downward.

He gently bit the waistband of her skirt and, with the hand supporting her, unzipped it. The skirt fell to her feet. Dante kissed her waist and hips softly as he moved lower. Anticipation made Chloe tense her thighs.

“Hng, D-Dante…….”

She twisted her body as if urging him, and a low chuckle came from below her belly. Her legs spread wide as Dante knelt between them.

The pleasure from the previous night was still vivid, so Chloe swallowed and looked down at him. With her hands unable to cover her face, his actions felt even more direct. When his long tongue swept up between her thighs, Chloe couldn’t stand it and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Haah, nnng…….”

His curled fingers moved in and out inside her. He pressed her sensitive spots deeply while his mouth sucked her heated nub. Chloe arched her back and trembled. Luckily, the wall behind her kept her from falling, but every time he sucked hard, her legs went weak.

Dante held her thigh firmly with one arm as he worked. Every time his fingers thr*st and withdrew, every time his mouth sucked or licked the sensitive spot, Chloe’s body shivered. As she raced toward cl*max, her vision flashed. Clear fl*id dripped down Dante’s hand and forearm, falling from his bent elbow.

“Hng, ah…….”

Chloe staggered, but Dante kept her from falling. He untied her hands and laid her on the bed. Maybe she’d struggled a lot, but even though he hadn’t tied them tightly, faint marks remained on her wrists. Dante licked her flushed wrist and spread her legs. Then he undid his pants and entered her right away.

“Haa……!”

The slightly rushed entry made Chloe arch her back and tremble. Dante, apologetic, kissed her face.

“Sorry, Chloe. I’ll go slow.”

“Hng……”

Chloe couldn’t finish her sentence and shook her head. Her lips moved wordlessly.

“N-no, faster…… hng, it’s good……”

Her words came out broken, but the meaning was clear. As soon as she finished, Dante began to move his hips vigorously. Unlike the night before, his motions were rough from the start, and Chloe cried out in a voice that was almost a scream.

Between her widely spread legs, his thick forearm moved rapidly. Every deep thr*st made her m*an, and the white froth at their joining splashed like droplets.

“Ahh, there, there……”

Chloe panted. Dante kissed her lips and thr*st exactly where she wanted. He swallowed her m*ans and her breath, licked the tears at her eyes, grasped her shaking br*asts, and kneaded her trembling thighs. When Chloe arched her back and convulsed, Dante couldn’t hold back any longer and reached his peak.

Their shared cl*max brought warmth. Even after their lovemaking ended, the two held each other tightly for a long time. When their eyes met, they felt embarrassed and giggled.

“……Why are you laughing?”

Chloe asked. Pretending she hadn’t laughed, her prim attitude was funny, so Dante chuckled softly.

“Then why are you laughing?”

“Well…… because I like you.”

The whisper in his arms was so sweet. Dante hugged her small body tightly, as if she might crumble.

“I laughed because I like you too.”

“……Then I’ll forgive you, just this once.”

“Okay, thank you.”

It was a time without anxiety, guilt, or tears. It was a time for gentle, sweet, or silly words and laughter. Chloe lay with her head on Dante’s arm, and Dante held her waist, comforting her. The warmth of their embrace was so gentle.