Chapter 364: Boat Ride
The cave that Ereta led Aslan to was indeed large enough to accommodate a few people lying down. It was clear that before the fall of the Pervere Kingdom, this cave must have been used by bears or other wild animals, but now it was clean and empty, devoid of any signs of life.
At the entrance of the cave, a fire flickered and danced. The shadows followed the swaying flames, and Aslan felt a sudden sense of embarrassment. Sitting naked by the fire was something shameful beyond just the feeling of exposure. Especially since the woman with whom he had just exchanged kisses was now sitting on his lap, equally naked.
The flickering shadows revealed their bare bodies, and the light from the campfire illuminated their nakedness under the ambiguous sky that was neither night nor morning. Aslan’s eyes instinctively moved toward Ereta. Her soft, white skin. The long curves of her body and the harmony of her snow-white hair. Without realizing it, Aslan found himself staring, and Ereta smiled with clouded eyes at his gaze.
“Aslan…”
A rough, hot breath tickled Aslan’s face. The lips that had just been pressed against his were now mingled with both their saliva. Their tongues entwined, clumsily kissing, exchanging saliva and tangling together. It was too stimulating for mere nudity. His manhood, which had been submerged in water, responded again, hardening without a moment to hide itself, brushing against Ereta’s soft skin.
Ereta seemed to find the sensation unique, as her eyelids fluttered, and she pressed herself closer. As she did, more sensations became apparent. Her soft, full chest. It wasn’t as large as Angie’s or Lumel’s, but it was still a respectable size. Beneath it, the rough pulse of her heart allowed Aslan to feel her excitement and nervousness.
Without even knowing what she was doing, Ereta blindly followed the sensations she felt. She kissed because she liked it, intertwined her tongue because it felt good, and allowed Aslan’s manhood to rub against her thigh. She didn’t even know why she was doing it. She simply accepted what Aslan was doing and pressed herself closer to him.
Naturally, Aslan’s hand gripped Ereta’s buttocks.
“Mm, ugh.”
Ereta exhaled a rough breath and accepted the hand kneading her buttocks. To compensate for their height difference, Ereta had solved the problem by sitting on Aslan’s lap. She held Aslan’s cheeks and brought her face close to his several times.
“I like it. I like it…”
The woman was like a broken dam. There was no way to stop the flood of desire pouring out. Her desire wasn’t directly connected to lust, but it wasn’t entirely pure either. Her desire was love. The woman blindly poured out her love.
A frictional sound, close to a suction noise. Aslan closed his eyes, and her lips brushed against his eyelids, moving down. Her lips passed over his cheekbones and nose in a teasing manner.
“I want to devour you…”
Without even knowing what she was saying, the woman let out the words that rose from within her. Her open mouth lightly bit his nose before releasing it and touching his upper lip. It felt like a dog licking its owner’s face after a long absence—an expression of affection that felt both crude and genuine. At the end of it, Ereta pressed her lips against Aslan’s in a way only a human could.
“Aslan, kiss…”
After pressing against his upper lip, she pressed against his lower lip and tilted her head to intertwine their tongues as comfortably as possible. Their tongues clashed, and Ereta’s tongue tip traced the root of Aslan’s tongue. Starting from the root, her tongue tip moved upward, intertwining with his in a manner that pressed their tongues together. As they tangled, she caressed his tongue with hers.
As if she didn’t know any other way, Ereta let out an impatient expression, her eyelids fluttering several times before she pulled away.
“Meh,” she let out a sound close to that as she stuck out her tongue, her eyes dazed as she stared at the long silver bridge.
Soon, a loose smile appeared on her face. Hehe, with a laugh close to that, Ereta hugged Aslan.
“Ereta.”
“No. I won’t let you go.”
Like a drunk person, she wobbled and hugged Aslan. The embrace inevitably mixed their bodies, and Ereta pressed her chest against Aslan’s while rubbing her wet, dripping vulva against his thigh.
There was no understanding in the woman’s actions. She couldn’t find the source of the slight pleasure she was feeling. She simply moved her waist instinctively, rubbing her vulva against Aslan’s thigh.
Squelch, squelch. Even though it was something she had known for a long time, it was surprising when she looked down. Ereta’s vulva, with its sparse white hair, was soaked and sliding against his thigh as it leaked fluid.
Whenever Aslan hit her, or when he acted violently, or when he inflicted pain, her vulva would often become wet like this. The tightly closed slit was now spread open by Aslan, who grabbed her buttocks and used his index finger to rub it.
“Mm…?”
Ereta tilted her head in confusion at the sensation, her sweat-drenched hair sticking to her cheeks as she slightly lifted her waist.
“Are you… touching there?”
She asked, but Aslan didn’t answer, fully engrossed in what he was doing. Seeing his focused expression, Ereta smiled softly.
Though the woman didn’t know much, she at least knew two things: that Aslan was focused on her, and that he was pleasuring her body. If Aslan was happy, Ereta wanted to do anything for him. Her love was a devoted love. Like her mother, she knew no love that wasn’t devoted.
So, she entrusted her body to Aslan’s hands, slightly lifting her waist to raise her buttocks. As the angle changed, Aslan’s view no longer included Ereta’s vulva. But beyond his index finger, most of his fingers now touched her vulva directly.
Aslan responded to the subtle temptation by twitching his manhood. He went further, directly caressing her vulva with his fingers.
“Ah.”
What followed was a dull pleasure. Because she had no knowledge of it, Ereta didn’t feel what could be called pleasure from the fingers touching her vulva. But she could tell that Aslan was focused and trying to do something to her body. That fact alone excited her.
“Is it… fun?”
Her excitement quickly turned into overflowing fluid, staining Aslan’s leg and fingers with a transparent sheen. As if interpreting this as a signal, Aslan changed the way he touched her vulva. He used his ring finger to brush against her perineum, his thumb to tease the slightly protruding bud, and his other fingers to caress her outer lips.
The gentle, circular motions gradually made Ereta’s breathing rougher. She didn’t know what was happening or what the sensation was. She simply allowed it because Aslan was doing it, and apart from that, it felt subtly pleasant.
“Should I try it too…?”
So, Ereta thoughtfully decided that she should try it too. What she thought of was simple. The organ in the same position as the one giving her that subtle pleasure. Teasing the organ attached to Aslan’s groin.
Ereta took Aslan’s silence, caused by his focus, as a positive sign. She gazed at Aslan, who was breathing roughly on her shoulder, and reached down with her hand.
“…Ah.”
With her lowered hand, she grabbed Aslan’s manhood. She couldn’t grip it too hard, so she held it softly and gently. Even though she was stronger than Aslan, she had spent more time being weak during their travels. Her control of her strength was perfect.
However, without even knowing the principle, let alone the technique, the woman simply held his manhood and lightly stroked it with her fingertips. It was enough stimulation to break Aslan’s focus.
As Aslan looked at her in surprise, Ereta smiled. His face, momentarily showing signs of guilt and confusion. Ereta tilted her head.
“Ereta, right now…”
“You looked happy, so… I wanted to feel a little happy too.”
“Ah, I see.”
Aslan let out a sigh with an expression that could have been relief or bewilderment. Ereta looked at the still twitching manhood and blinked several times with her characteristic gentle expression.
“Did someone teach you that?”
“Teach me what?”
“…Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”
Almost whispering to himself, Aslan looked at Ereta, who was still blinking, and closed his eyes with a visible conflict. His hand was still on Ereta’s buttocks.
Yet, Aslan seriously considered, even if only for a moment, whether it was right to handle a woman with no knowledge of sex as he pleased. Even if she was an adult.
The conflict was clear, and Ereta, unable to read it, subtly moved her waist.
“Mm….”
A small, leaking moan.
As Aslan lifted his head at the damp sensation of her vulva brushing against his fingertips, Ereta began rubbing her vulva against the tip of his fingers in the same way Aslan had been touching her. With a light weight pressing down, Aslan met Ereta’s eyes.
“Can you… do more? I feel so restless… Ah.”
At Ereta’s awkwardly pleading words, Aslan dismissed all his conflicts. Instead, he pushed Ereta down. She didn’t resist the hands pushing her down, and she lay on the cloth spread on the ground, revealing her naked body.
Her exposed body was beautiful. If Angie had a healthy charm, and Lumel had a mature sweetness, Ereta was fresh. The woman’s long, naked body was clean without a single thread, and only her vulva was adorned with short, sparse white hair. Her long legs looked even longer due to their good proportion. Moreover, despite her thighs being pressed together, a small triangular space remained below her vulva.
Unconsciously, the woman raised her arms, making her modest chest stand out clearly under the firelight. Aslan could trace the slight flush that started from the pink areola with his hand. Her armpits were clean, white skin, and the body that followed was flawless and clean.
The eternal characteristics of the spider that consumes fire and the three evils. They were natural creatures, different from other evil deities with laws and artificiality, living until the moment of their destruction. Therefore, the woman’s body was eternally fresh and beautiful.
Suddenly, a giggling sound could be heard. As Aslan raised his head, Ereta twisted her body slightly and spoke.
“It’s ticklish.”
A woman with no knowledge of sex, but with a body fully matured as a woman. Aslan was excited by this difference, and his manhood twitched in response, turning his excitement into liquid.
Plop. The liquid fell on Ereta’s lower abdomen, and she blinked. Without realizing it, she reached down and brushed her hand over the liquid that had fallen on her abdomen. She rubbed it, feeling the sticky texture with her fingertips. Then she brought it to her nose, smelled it, and made a strange face. Finally, Ereta licked it.
“Ereta?”
It was an unexpected sight for Aslan. Ereta, realizing what she had done, was embarrassed.
“Ah, that… I was curious because it came from you….”
She awkwardly laughed and lightly bit her lip. Worrying that she might get scolded, Aslan opened and closed his mouth several times.
“Curious? Want to taste it?”
“Taste it? I just did…”
“No, not that. The part where it came from.”
At his words, Ereta looked down at Aslan’s manhood. It was still twitching, no, it seemed even more aroused than before, fully erect. Ereta found the slight bitterness she had just tasted strangely appealing, so she didn’t refuse.
“Yes.”
Her usual relaxed answer, gentle smile, and excessively innocent face for someone in her nude state. Directly led to excitement, Aslan brought his surged arousal to Ereta.
Sitting by Ereta’s head, Aslan presented his manhood. Ereta looked at it up close and blinked several times at the unexpected force. Then, she stuck out her long tongue and licked it. She wrapped her tongue around the glans, which were stained a duller color than her eyes, and then instinctively put the glans in her mouth.
What Ereta remembered at that moment was an insignificant memory. Once, she had accidentally eaten something. She had sucked out the flesh from inside the hard shell. And inspired by that memory, the woman reacted honestly.
“Uggh?!”
Clueless yet polluting her purity, her excitement and impurity surged. Yet, through those sensations alone, a sharp pleasure rushed in.
Aslan’s hips jerked, and he tensed the base of his manhood. “Ereta…?”
Ereta, who had thought she was merely licking and transmitting excitement, had unexpectedly attacked Aslan, leaving him flustered. She was sucking on his glans. Holding it in her small mouth, her gentle face now carried an inappropriate ferocity as she pleasured him with her mouth.
Suck — the sound of suction. The thick sound, more intense than a kiss, brought faint pleasure. Using Aslan’s thigh as a pillow, Ereta tilted her head to the side and sucked.
Perhaps because she thought it wouldn’t fit in her mouth due to its size, or perhaps because she didn’t want to lose it as it kept twitching, Ereta held the shaft with her hand and sucked with astonishing lung capacity.
All of this far exceeded Aslan’s expectations. He had only thought Ereta would maintain his excitement during his own caresses. However, the roles had reversed, and the initiative had shifted.
Aslan reached out to reclaim control. The height difference between Ereta and Aslan was almost 30 cm. When Aslan extended his hand, his large palm reached Ereta’s vulva.
“Ah!”
Ereta flinched, releasing the glans from her mouth. She sheepishly lowered her head and took Aslan’s manhood back into her mouth, while Aslan touched her vulva.
Different from earlier, when he had spread her buttocks, he now stroked her vulva with his index and middle fingers. Ereta felt a strange pleasure from the motion and closed her eyes, surrendering to it.
The sounds that followed were suction and wetness. The sticky sounds of caressing and pleasuring. Aslan stimulated Ereta’s vaginal opening with his index and middle fingers, occasionally teasing the bud above it, while Ereta occasionally released what she was sucking and exhaled roughly before taking it back in.
Her eyes tightly shut, a tear rolled down her watery eye as she sucked fervently. Aslan surrendered to the rising pleasure and finally pushed his index finger into her narrow slit.
“Ah…!”
The sudden pain. The pain actually turned into pleasure for Ereta, and she instinctively gripped the shaft with both hands and twisted her body.
As Ereta lay on her side, her vagina clenched, and Aslan stroked her vaginal walls with his index finger as she tried to grasp it.
Meanwhile, Ereta still held his manhood, unconsciously stroking it and taking the glans into her mouth.
As the stimulation gradually intensified, it was Aslan who stopped first. It was predictable who would reach climax first between a woman with no experience and a man with considerable experience.
“Wa-wait, Ereta. Let it go…”
Ereta didn’t understand the situation, and so she received her first oral ejaculation.
“Mm…?!”
As she stroked the shaft and sucked on the glans, the woman suddenly stiffened as her mouth filled with an unfamiliar liquid, and she looked at Aslan before closing her eyes.
Gulp, gulp.
Her Adam’s apple moved as the white mud used to create offspring went down her throat. The ejaculation continued for a while, and Ereta kept the manhood in her mouth even after it ended before finally spitting it out.
Her breathing was incredibly rough. Naturally, since she had received the ejaculation without even being able to breathe for several seconds. But contrary to Aslan’s expectations, the woman didn’t cough or grimace at the bitterness.
She simply rubbed her Adam’s apple and looked at Aslan with a confused expression.
“Aslan, what… was that?”
She asked innocently, as if she didn’t understand.
Aslan reacted as if it were a dream. The service that had felt so skillful was hard to reconcile with her complete lack of sexual knowledge. Perhaps it was just instinct.
Fortunately, this time, there was no need to make excuses.
“It’s semen.”
“Semen…?”
Ereta sat up with the look of someone hearing it for the first time. Aslan unconsciously glanced at Ereta’s wet vulva.
It was in a state ready to be entered. Rather, Aslan wanted to enter it. He could no longer resist Ereta’s unintentional temptation.
Naturally, the following words were a suggestion.
“Want to check it out?”
Ereta blinked slowly and then nodded.
And so, Ereta’s body lay back down on the ground. As Aslan pushed her down, she didn’t resist, and when Aslan spread her legs, she complied without resistance.
Her fully exposed vulva brought an inexplicable sense of shame, but before that, a smile appeared on her face as Aslan’s face drew near.
“It’s nice to have your face so close. But why…”
“I’ll show you now.”
As he overlapped his body with hers, the weight made Ereta blush. With their faces close, embracing, and their bodies touching. Ereta was already satisfied.
An alien sensation rose amidst her satisfaction. A body temperature so hot it could burn. It pressed against her vulva.
Their eyes met, and Aslan, pressing his glans against her vaginal opening, spoke with intense excitement.
“Semen is what comes from my… genitals, which you were sucking earlier.”
Genitals. Ereta vaguely remembered hearing the word before, and as she said “Yeah,” Aslan brushed her cheek.
“It’s white and sticky, and it’s used to make babies.”
“Babies? So…”
“The method is simple. You feel that place now, right? If I put semen inside, a baby is made.”
Her face showed slight confusion. Ereta glanced down at the manhood and vulva pressed together.
There, a tight slit that seemed to tease the glans, and above it, a manhood that didn’t seem like it could enter her body.
Ereta swallowed, her Adam’s apple moving. It was an instinctive motion.
“And putting that semen inside a woman… feels really good.”
Ereta learned something she hadn’t known, and after learning it, she blinked.
And she realized what was about to happen.
Her face flushed, and Ereta thought. To be precise, she imagined. What might happen, or would happen. A life with Aslan.
Her face burned. Ereta met Aslan’s eyes with eyes that were subtly wet.
“Aslan, then… you’ll have a baby with me…”
Aslan silently met her gaze, and Ereta smiled at the seething desire beyond it.
Her loose smile bubbled with the newly discovered sexual desire.
“I want it.”
Squelch, the pain and pleasure of her slit being split. A sharp pleasure ran down Ereta’s spine, and she added in a trembling voice.
“Put your semen inside me, and let me have your child.”
A whisper in his ear.
At the same time, Aslan slammed down the hips he had raised high.
“Ugh…?!”
The immediate sensation of something foreign.
The woman winced at the feeling of being hollowed out, but as the rising pain turned into seeping pleasure, her hips quivered.
The deepest part. Probably just below where her womb would be, the manhood reached. Ereta instinctively wrapped her legs around Aslan’s waist, feeling the foreign sensation, and Aslan bit his lip at her unintended temptation.
“Don’t tempt me too much.”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t handle it.”
Immediately, Aslan began moving his hips.
“Mm, ah, ugh?”
The long pull of his hips. The vaginal flesh that seemed to cling and bite as he pulled out, Aslan pulled out until he was close to slipping out, then slammed back in.
And sparks flew at Ereta’s eyes.
A sensation so distant it was invisible to anyone.
A near-swooning sense of falling.
Her breath became rough in an instant, and the woman’s gentle voice quivered as it spilled out.
The sounds she let out were purely obscene.
Squish, squish, squish.
The fully wet vaginal flesh finally accepted its companion, clenching in joy. The womb ascending deep into her body, as if always ready to be impregnated. So, the motions splitting her vaginal flesh became rougher. Turning his hips wildly, thrusting in, carefully stroking the twisting flesh as he impaled her.
“Ah, ah, ugh, ha, it’s, it’s getting weird…”
Ereta pleaded, and her pleas only excited Aslan more.
“Ah, ugh, I asked for it…!”
Pain was just a part of making the woman feel. Normally, she would have felt the pain of breaking first, but she was a woman who felt even that as pleasure.
So, the woman quickly resorted to thrashing under the relentless thrusts.
Her tongue hanging out, gasping, shoulders hunching, clawing at Aslan’s back as she clung to him.
“Aslan, kiss…”
When she begged, there was no reason for Aslan not to comply.
They kissed, their tongues intertwined. Clumsy as it was, Ereta clenched so tightly around him that even pulling out was difficult.
The woman realized something in that embrace.
That she would come to love this act immensely.
“Mm, I love you, more.”
Exchanging kisses, tongues intertwined, legs around his waist.
Squish, squish, the motions wildly tearing through the slit close to a straight line, Ereta surrendered.
Her gasps grew rougher, and the woman’s pride, her white hair, became drenched in sweat.
Her body sweaty, mingling with Aslan’s sweat.
A sensation as if they were melting together. Ereta laughed softly.
The feeling of finally becoming one with Aslan, the spider-like instinctual feeling of having devoured him.
She smiled contentedly.
Then, with trembling and shaking, something explosively erupted from the deepest part.
“Ah, it came…”
A voice full of joy.
As Aslan shoved his manhood deep inside and ejaculated, the foreign sensation floated through her body.
He poured the sensation inside her, then panted and hugged Ereta tightly.
The hot body temperature and heartbeat.
Ereta hugged Aslan tightly, lovingly, and felt the semen pooled inside her vagina.
Just moments ago, she had swallowed it, and after hearing its purpose, she had thought it was a waste. Now it was inside her, and yet, she still pouted.
“This is semen….”
The amount seemed far too little to create a human.
As Ereta muttered unconsciously, Aslan looked up and saw it. Her pink eyes burning with deep desire and possessiveness.
“Ereta?”
When Aslan called her name, Ereta, taking it as a signal, became honest with the lust she had been suppressing.
It was the first sexual desire she had ever felt in her life.
Before Aslan could even catch his breath, Ereta’s hands forcefully pushed him down onto the blanket he had brought.
With strength that overwhelmed Aslan, she sat on top of him and smiled brightly.
The words she uttered next originated from a clear misunderstanding.
“Doesn’t it seem like there’s too little to make a baby?”
Aslan missed the timing to answer, not understanding the misunderstanding.
“Let’s keep doing it until we can definitely make a baby.”
When Ereta moved her hips, Aslan finally realized something was wrong.
In the world frozen by the Veil of Mercy, time did not pass.
It would take a very long time for Aslan to escape.
