For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used. - Chapter 101: Taking A Breather (4)

Elisha, who had not refused until now but moved according to my lead, showed her first sign of initiative.

I couldn’t help but smirk at her appearance.

‘As planned.’

‘???’

Why are you smiling so meaningfully, Carla…?

For a moment, I blankly watched Carla, who had propped her chin on my right shoulder and was smirking, then quickly adjusted her expression.

“Ugh.”

Elisha pushed Carla’s face aside and clung closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Don’t look at others right now, Yandel. Especially not Carla. That’s the only fair way to evaluate, isn’t it?”

“Is that so…?”

Elisha, seemingly more turned on than I expected, began to press her upper body against mine without responding.

As if it had already begun.

Firmly.

Though slightly smaller than Carla’s, Elisha’s breasts, still notably sizable, pressed against my chest.

The softness yielding under pressure, the firm protrusion at the center, and the sweet moans escaping from Elisha’s lips.

“Mmm…”

This was just the beginning.

“Huu… Ahh…”

Elisha, who had been rubbing her nipples against my upper body, then began to wriggle her waist.

Squish. Squish.

She then pressed her substantial buttocks and thighs against my lower body.

I felt Elisha’s softness throughout my body.

Due to constantly inserting and stopping earlier, my sensitive member twitched repeatedly inside Elisha, pulsating.

It was an evidently pleasurable reaction.

Elisha, satisfied, suddenly bit my ear.

“Huh?”

Was this her revenge because I teased her ear earlier?

Obviously, not being an elf, I didn’t feel particularly good about it.

But the sensation of having my ear bitten was quite peculiar.

The soft touch of moist lips, a bit of dampness, and the faint breath tickling my hair.

Imagining these sensations amplified several times, I began to understand the reactions of Elisha and Iris.

Seizing my momentary daze, Elisha whispered in my ear.

“Just feel it, Yandel. That’s all you need to do.”

With those words, Elisha’s grinding began.

Grind. Grind. Grind.

Perhaps because of our face-to-face seated position, Elisha alone couldn’t gain much speed.

The sound of flesh hitting wasn’t too loud.

But every other aspect was undeniably intense.

Her soft breasts, pressed against my chest, continuously rubbed up and down, teasing me with her nipples.

Her buttocks did more than just grind. They pressed down firmly, conveying strong elastic cushioning.

And then there were her thighs around my waist.

With every up-and-down motion, the muscle movement was palpably felt.

As if her entire body were pleasuring mine.

My already sensitive lower half had no choice but to enjoy these movements.

Of course, the movements themselves were inexperienced.

They lacked speed, and the stimulation was weak compared to the effort being put in.

Grind. Grind. Grind.

There was the continuous, dull sound of flesh hitting.

“Intense… Ahh… Eek!”

Elisha’s moans grew more soaked with passion.

Yet, it was good enough, and above all, having taken the lead before, she must have grown more accustomed to such erotic acts.

Just as I thought of moving myself and ending with a climax…

“Yandel… Uhh… Just stay still…”

Elisha bit my ear, stopping me as I was adjusting my posture.

Then she turned her head slightly, bringing her ear to my lips.

Instinctively, I lightly bit her ear, just as she had done to me.

“Aaaahng!”

Elisha climaxed with an odd sound.

The tightening inside her, which was painful to some extent, sent tremors through her body.

Wasn’t it a bit anti-climactic for someone who boasted so confidently?

As I tilted my head in wonder momentarily,

Rub.

Elisha moved her waist.

“…Huh?”

She seemed to have been trembling all over just a moment ago.

“Uhh… I told you, Yandel… Hnngh… I can do it better!”

Elisha, embracing me tightly, continued moving even after climaxing.

Grind. Grind.

The pace was still slow due to our position, but her state was entirely different from before.

Despite the flow of fluids, her tightening grip felt dry.

Was this why she offered her ear? To prepare for this?

“Heuk! How is it…? Aheut! How does my climaxing feel… Yandel?”

Instead of answering verbally, I licked her ear, which was still in my mouth.

“Eub!”

My tongue trailed around the cartilage of her ear.

Was that a sufficient answer? As I moved my tongue, Elisha’s waist jerked erratically, tightening even more.

It intensified unexpectedly.

Surprised, I flinched, and Elisha wrapped herself around me even tighter.

Preventing me from pulling out, she kept moving her waist without rest.

“Where do you think… Heut! You’re going? You have to finish inside me.”

She pressed her ear against mine as if asking for more bites.

Once I obediently bit her ear again, Elisha smiled contentedly.

Her expression soon contorted with continuous climaxes.

Rub. Splat. Grind.

Her gripping tightness slid along without any gaps.

Naturally, as much as I felt good, Elisha must have been experiencing pleasure as well.

With repeated climaxes, her sensitivity only increased. She couldn’t withstand the escalating pleasure.

So she climaxed again, tightening further.

It was an endless cycle.

Elisha was climaxing, tightening, feeling even stronger, and climaxing again…

Thus, her grip intensified.

Naturally, my own climax approached faster.

It was almost like a competition to see who would reach their limit first.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Why… Aheut! Why aren’t you finishing?!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Hurry, hurry up and finish… Aheut!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Hurry, say that my… Eung! Mine feels better than Carla’s… Heut! Tell me that!”

Unlike me, who was holding back a climax, Elisha moved amidst continuous climaxes. Perhaps that was why.

Elisha’s face was already slack, making a dumbfounded expression and drooling uncontrollably.

She looked as if she could faint at any moment, spurting and collapsing.

I chuckled at her desperate reactions and firmly grasped her hips.

It wasn’t as obvious as Elisha, but I was also nearing my limit.

“I think I’ll finish soon, so hang in there a bit more.”

“Really…?”

Elisha’s face brightened, and she increased her pace.

Squish, squish.

Elisha’s pussy, now seemingly reduced to a mere tool for squeezing.

I was forcibly holding back, but the urge to climax was almost overwhelming.

But it would be a waste just to let go now.

It seemed like Elisha would pass out after this one, so I wanted to make it more grandiose.

Supporting Elisha’s hips with my palms, I cautiously reached out with my fingers towards the center.

“Heut! What, why are you touching there? Aheut!”

Elisha yelped in surprise when I stroked the entrance of her ass.

Without stopping there, I used my other hand to gently spread it open.

“Euk?! Stop… Aheut! Stop it! You! Really stop… Heut?!”

Every time I spread her ass, Elisha’s body tensed up.

What would happen if I stimulated an already overwhelmed body further?

“Ah, I can’t… Aheut! If you do this now… Heut!”

Elisha crumbled under the overwhelming sensation.

“I’m cumming… My ass is opening up… Aaahhh…!!”

Splurt…!

Elisha ejaculated intermittently, jerking as if electrocuted.

Simultaneously, I released the climax I had been holding back.

Squirt, squirt…

Perhaps because I held back for so long, the release felt doubly refreshing, like urinating after holding it to the limit.

Despite having already climaxed in Carla’s mouth earlier, a considerable amount of semen filled Elisha’s belly.

I cummed for a while. I waited for the lingering sensation to fade before lightly tapping Elisha’s hips.

Tap, Tap.

Elisha? Time to get up.

“……”

No response. She must have fainted.

“Carla. Can you help me?”

“…Yes! Just a moment.”

With Carla’s slightly delayed response, I laid Elisha on the bed.

Then, as I rested, Carla cautiously approached me.

“Master, master.”

“Hmm?”

“How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who felt better, me or Elisha?”

“Ah.”

Now that she mentioned it.

Elisha fainted, and I forgot to say anything.

I was planning to say both felt the same, but then I got an idea and tilted my head, pretending to ponder.

“Well…”

“Can you tell me? Please?”

“No, I really can’t decide.”

Carla playfully pushed her chest forward, to which I responded with a broad smile.

“But maybe if we try the same position again, I’ll know. What do you think?”

“…What?”

Realizing something, Carla’s face lit up with a smile, and she nodded.

“Yes!”