Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 118 Hot springs (5) [R-18]

Chapter 118: Hot springs (5) [R-18]

The couple made out with so much passion that their bodies were carried to the bed by nothing but the magic of love. Or perhaps Hunter was growing more and more impatient now that his cock swelled from all ignoring, and he had secretly dragged them both to the bed.

When Seraphina struck the bed's frame with her foot, she realized that they had moved. Just as Hunter wanted to kiss more of her, she turned her face to the side and glanced at her bed. She smiled, questioning herself how it could happen without her noticing it.

Were her legs bored? Such a funny thought slipped into her mind.

Hunter followed her line of sight and chuckled. It'd be much easier to caress each other on the bed. The ass he had taken a lot of affection for would also be like a pudding on display should Seraphina lay on her stomach.

'Shit, if I think this way already, I am done!' Hunter soon picked up that he had grown too much horny. Just fondling would soon not be enough to satiate him… and it seemed that his abundant resources of stamina were knocking on the doors of his sanity—a price he had to pay for having so much of it.

There was still one place Hunter hadn't really scoured yet, though. If he were to shove his face into that spot, he would be able to keep his impatient feelings at bay!

"Could we take this as a sign to up our sexual relationship?" Hunter asked. He hadn't stayed ambiguous and explained to his beloved what he wanted to do next and what he expected from her. In a way, speaking in a roundabout way was quite sexy and surely pulled some tricks on one's mind, but being blunt like that was also arousing. "I want you to lay down and spread your legs so I can give you a head. Well, more formally would be cunnilingus, I think…"

It went without saying that these two had done their lessons beforehand. Hunter was just interested in sex, so he had done a lot of it, but in a way that no one would really praise him. As for Seraphina, she indeed didn't have any informal knowledge and was aware of informal terms, as she studied a little in the past to not be so oblivious to it. It was to cope with her trauma.

And then she had done some little more research after becoming Hunter's girlfriend.

Though giving a head didn't really ring anything, she had realized what he wanted after he bluntly spoke about his desires. The prospect of having him so close there worked better than alcohol. Her little head turned tomato, and she soundlessly gasped as she looked into his eyes.

Hunter grew worried as he caught up her reaction. He couldn't think straight as well as he had done some minutes ago, and only that reaction began to knock some sense into his head. His face broke with sweat and nervousness, as he didn't want Seraphina to revert to her former self.

He had reverted, too, from the sudden invasion of maids into his life. Nothing really could stop Seraphina from being the same—she was just a human, after all.

However, he had forgotten that the main reason for Seraphina's trauma was a demon. Would a demon, especially the highest demon of lust, really care about the feelings of a woman he was about to fuck into a sloppy mess? Having so many of them in his life, would he bother with anything else but sex?

Seraphina had overcome her past so well that she could make similar assumptions to those in question. Just Hunter's pain and nervousness were enough to fill her with warmth, to know that he would do all to make her feel good, perhaps even to the point in which he would sacrifice his own pleasure for her sake.

"You're so considerate of me… I'd be such a weak woman if I couldn't see your feelings," Seraphina said, inwardly telling herself she would lose to her sister, who had come to understand that sex was a natural thing between living beings long since before starting her training to mete out punishment on Asmodeus. "Love me to your heart's content, Hunter. I'll accept all of you. Because I love you. Really love you so much."

Magic or rather genuine words had been said, bringing a wide smile from Hunter. He wrapped himself around Seraphina, singing his love to her ear as he kissed her face. It was so sweet that Seraphina laughed more instead of whimpering as she supported herself in his arms, tracing his lines.

These two fell onto the bed in such a sweet mood. Contrary to Sera's expectations, Hunter didn't immediately go down to give her a head. Instead, because of what she had said and her progress, he really wanted to just kiss her more. He was kinda of a guy who took kisses as the absolute sign of love.

He then gave in to his lust and headed down. Even while doing it in the way he had done, Aimee, the golden-haired girlfriend, didn't cross his mind at all. Seraphina was now the queen in his mind, and all of her reactions and moans to him kissing her body were recorded by him.

At last, he was before her pussy. A straight line of beautiful pink flesh and the merciless erogenous button was just in front of his face, and no one but him had ever been there. Sera's pussy glittered as she had a few little orgasms because of him, and sweat had naturally made its way there. That sight, alongside the sharp fragrance of fresh maiden's garden, was like toxins to Hunter's manhood, which protested down below him.

It seemed he had taken so much fancy to Seraphina that his plans to control his horniness backfired on him.

However, a memory of the past suddenly flashed in him as Hunter noticed a few black streaks atop Seraphina's snatch. Yes, her pubes were black. She had shaved herself here, but some had already returned to crown her pussy.

In that memory, Hunter laughed and thought to himself that he would confirm whether Seraphina and Charlotte were born with black or crimson hair by checking the pubes here.

And it was black, meaning that Seraphina's crimson hair and eyebrows were either dyed or turned into this color through some fashion skill—there were those, indeed. Thus, Seraphina and Charlotte were born black-haired women, but each had taken some trouble to change their styles, perhaps to become different people.

"Crimson suits you," Hunter said before leaning down to kiss her pussy. Seraphina jerked herself as she felt his wet lips pressing down onto her, her eyes rolling up to look onto the ceiling, only to soon close them as Hunter began to both lick and speak down here, his hot breath and lips stimulating her. "I want to see you in black, too. I want to know why you went for crimson, too."

Keeping her eyes closed, Seraphina moaned, quite sounding similar to Hunter, whose words sounded different yet audible because of him speaking with his lips on her snatch. "Because… I kept killing so much… so blood… Ohh… Ahhhh!"

Her hips bobbed as Hunter drilled his tongue into her.

Hunter mercilessly slammed her ass into the bed as he stuffed his head deeper into her crotch, his tongue reaching to its full extent into her pussy, keeping up its performance to the highest. Seraphina loved this so fucking much.

"So simple!"

"Mmm!"

She at least came. Well, Hunter had expected her to have at least a little orgasm, so he was glad that he had made her come with this much. He then recalled that the same had happened while he was doing Aimee and that his first time ended up with only him coming.

It wasn't really his fault, was it? It was the nature of men! He also knew he didn't have to hold back as he could return to peak form much faster than other men and tense his balls to make more seed to fill her up in rather a short amount of time.

He'd apply the same logic to Seraphina. Even if he were to not make her come on the first go, he'd fill her until she experienced that bliss. The crescendo of sex had to be filled by Seraphina! It'd be the top out of her overcoming her trauma!

Still panting and heavily heaving her chest up and down, as it was the first time she orgasmed so much, Seraphina suddenly held her breath back as Hunter's question filled her mind.

'He wants to fuck me… so blunt again… and it puts me on the edge!'

"Yes!" she couldn't scream more but one word.

She didn't even think too much of this request. At this point, to have his impatient manhood fit her was a natural course of action. She herself wanted it so much.

Smiling, Hunter caressed her lower lips with his cock's tip. It was somewhat similar to what they had been doing for the majority of the time. It was petting and petting, wasn't it? Seraphina chuckled as she stared into his face before raising her upper torso to look at his thick girth having its way with her.

Because it was her beloved's cock, Seraphina knew he would exceed her expectations. That after this day, she would wish to be with him as much as possible for, so much that she would even argue with her good friend over him.

And tomorrow, when she wakes up clear-headed, the demon she hates to the core would only induce hatred within her, nothing more.

The thoughts dispersed when Hunter advanced into her pussy.

At first, he groaned and leaned down, some bitterness on his face. His girlfriend was a virgin, so she was so tight that he once again was hurt once he was demanded to spread her inner walls. His experienced side, however, knew that he could only be proud and ecstatic about that, all speaking from the experience, of course.

Next time he'd do Seraphina, it'd be nothing but pleasure that he would seek again and again.

"Ngh!" Seraphina groaned, which was because Hunter had torn through the proof of her chastity. Once he noticed that, he immediately stopped and took his time.

Seraphina needed that to adjust to him properly. That time was spent in silence, with nothing but their rough breaths ringing in each other's ears. They kept each other in their eyes, too, carrying on the mood of lovers.

"You can move, Hunter," Seraphina whispered, giving her beloved a green light. She was quickly forced to close her eyes as Hunter's piston movements rocked her world. The bed creaked as he picked up the pace of his hips moving back and forth, nearly slamming himself onto her.

It was quite too much for Seraphina as she clenched the bedsheets with both hands and arced her head back. In the meantime, Hunter loomed over her in his entirety, only swinging his hips while taking in the sight of her curves reacting to him driving her crazy.

The hypnotic dance of her breasts, the sweat beads trickling down her face and dripping down her chin, and her whimpers were the only things he could really take in in addition to her tightness wrapping his cock.

It felt so good.

Such simple words could only describe Hunter and Seraphina's current feelings.

The world kept getting turned over as Hunter introduced Seraphina to different positions, hitting her from different angles until she found the one that always put her on the border between insanity and pleasure.

"I'm coming!"

"Good girl!"

Hunter even grew more informal over time.

-

Some time passed.

Hunter and Seraphina were lying flat on their backs, keeping their eyes on the ceiling. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and saliva, and these two were currently resting on the uncomfortable bedsheets as the liquids in question mixed with Hunter and Seraphina's cum.

Nonetheless, it was quite bearable, even if some time passed. Their blissful expression said this much.

Seraphina suddenly turned to her right and whispered, "Sorry, I no longer can keep going." She had felt a cramp down below that felt worse than any lethal wound she had sustained in her life.

Her body just protested to feel more pleasure as it began to turn into a poison.

Such was the nature of humans.

Hunter already knew he was a man who could go against women, so he nodded with an understanding. At this point, these two just should go to the bathroom and take a bath. He then would cuddle with Seraphina as her body rested to return to her peak.

"But you see," Seraphina spoke with a hint of mischievousness, which was so unlike her, "I want to take a picture of both of us and send it to my sister. I want to tell her that I've become a better person."

"What exactly do you want to send her?" Hunter asked. He hadn't shown his photos with Miss Charlotte as it was a privacy thing. But Seraphina had come to understand what was going on between these two anyway.

She was still a woman who wouldn't want to show herself to anyone other than her beloved.

"Just our faces and a little of our bodies, maybe up to the collarbone," Seraphina explained her plan without betraying her real feelings.

In a nutshell, since Charlotte had yet to know that Seraphina was with Hunter, Seraphina wanted to send a picture of their sweaty and naked bodies being messed up. That would tell her a lot, but more importantly, that she had become a better person.

Seraphina also wanted this picture to have a second meaning only she and Charlotte would understand.

It was something like — I am ahead of you in terms of love! It wouldn't be just because Charlotte had some affection for Hunter since he was a man who could become someone like Celestia, and she had seen his cute side when he was at the bottom, meaning he was a man she could potentially vie for in the future.

But also because Charlotte, in the end, never was in a relationship, since Seraphina surely would have known about it.

Once the photo had been taken, Seraphina made Hunter use his account to send it to Charlotte.

-

In another place, Charlotte held her tablet with a shocked expression, which melted a second later. Tears of warmth and love crumbled on her face as she affectionately looked at her younger sister being finally happier, not just shrouded in the thirst for revenge.

"Now you have done it, Little Hunter," Charlotte curved her lips up.

She then turned her eyes to the side.

A dead demon was lying there.

The boss was wiping the blood off her face while standing over it.

Lord Alastor, the existence Lothar had sworn an oath to, had died. The existence that had ordered Lothar and Gilmore to conduct a secret ritual that required many human sacrifices just for the age-coming celebration of his descendant had perished under Celestia's order.

The reality behind this move was quite shocking, however.

If it weren't for Charlotte's request, Asmodeus would have died today. But that was the demon that Charlotte wanted to kill beside her younger sister, so Celestia was compelled to change her plans a little—all because Charlotte was her real friend.

A friend who had accepted her real self.

The real self that, once exposed, would make at least three worlds be against her.

Should it happen, Charlotte surely would be alongside her.

Their friendship was genuine.

"Look here, Celestia," Charlotte spoke informally, for no one was here besides the two.

Celestia glanced at the photo and faintly smiled, "Seems like he has earned the right to call me the boss."