Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 136.5 Pounding Love X3 (NSFW +18)

Chu… chu… chu…

The sound of kisses—slow, careful, hungry—echoed through the quiet forest.

They landed on warm, smooth skin glowing under the moonlight.

A cold night breeze slid over their bodies as they lay atop a giant tree, on a makeshift bed woven into the branches—one Iryoku had built with his own hands.

“The love nest,” he called it.

He made it so he could have his nightly moments with the girls without disturbing Mark and Maggy in the cave—and out of respect for them, now that they were sworn siblings to him.

Two bodies lay tangled together in a tight, breath-sharing embrace.

Iryoku kept moving his hips, steady and deep.

Agnes, face burning red, took his thick length inside her. He wasn’t rough or cruel this time—nothing like yesterday after their fallout. This was their third round tonight, and he kept his word: only tender love, slow and deliberate, every thrust full of affection.

He kissed her between each slow thrust, rocking into her gently. Both of them kept their eyes locked on each other, breathing the same trembling air.

“How does it feel, my love? You like it?” Iryoku asked, a relaxed grin stretching across his face.

Thump… thump… thump…

“Ahhhh—” Agnes shuddered.

This kind of soft, patient love was new to her. Before this, everything between them exploded out of chaos, danger, fury.

Never like this.

Never calm.

“Now get pregnant,” Iryoku whispered into her ear, thrusting deep again, filling her pussy to the very core.

His words alone made her shake—she came again, body arching into him.

“Waaaaa—waaah—!”

Iryoku pushed even deeper and pumped her womb full, stuffing her to the brim until it overflowed down her thighs.

“Ah… hah… hah…” Agnes gasped for air in the afterglow as he kept raining soft kisses all over her face and neck.

“How do you feel, my little princess?” Iryoku whispered.

Agnes covered her burning face with both hands. She felt… happy. Embarrassingly, stupidly happy to be loved like this.

Iryoku slid out of her, his still-hard dick leaving a thick line of cum stretching from the tip of his cock to her messy, overflowing pussy. He lay down beside her and pulled her in, guiding her head onto his shoulder while his other hand rubbed her warm, soft belly—full of his cum.

“You really are beautiful,” he chuckled. “Those cute reactions? That’s what I live for, hehehe.”

Agnes hugged him tighter but kept her eyes down, refusing to meet his gaze. Even then, her eyes betrayed her—flicking for a split second toward his still-hard cock before she jerked her head away, cheeks burning.

“Hey, come on, don’t get all shy now.” Iryoku smirked and gave her ass a light slap. “We’ve already done rougher shit than this. What? You didn’t like it?”

“No… I did enjoy it,” Agnes murmured. “I am simply… unaccustomed to feeling this way. So warm… so soft…”

She lifted her gaze to him, eyes trembling.

“It is… strange, Iryoku. To be loved so openly. It feels foreign to me.”

Iryoku went quiet for a moment, thinking—

then his mouth curled into a wide, stupid grin, eyes turning creepy on purpose.

“Oooh? So you liked it more when I was rough and mean? Like the first time?” he teased, voice low and mocking.

“Ah—!” Agnes yelped, shaking her head fast.

But he saw it.

Something inside her switched on.

Her whole body trembled.

Her nipples tightened and let out a few drops of milk.

Her thighs squeezed together, rubbing without her even noticing.

“…Did that turn you on?” Iryoku asked, genuinely surprised. He’d only been messing around—he didn’t expect this reaction.

His hand slid right back between her legs, fingers rubbing her soaked pussy.

She was already dripping for him again.

Agnes made a shameful face and buried her head deep into his shoulder.

“No—! That’s not true, I… I…”

Her hand shot down and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

For a split second, she acted forceful—almost defiant.

That was all it took for something in Iryoku to ignite.

He moved instantly, rolling over her and pinning her beneath him.

“Oh? What’s this?” he snarled, his voice dropping into something darker, heavier.

“Who told you you could stop me from doing what I want?”

His fingers dug into her hips.

“You need to remember something, princess— Official source ıs ⓝovelFire.net

you’re mine to use however I want.”

“Ah—hahhhh!”

Agnes’s legs kicked against the bed, her hips jerking up as her eyes rolled back, showing only white.

Her pussy flooded instantly—spraying warm honey as she came on the spot without him even touching her further.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… you came just from that?” Iryoku laughed.

He’d only been teasing her, but this took a twisted turn.

“Little Agnes… are you maybe a masochist?”

Agnes’s body trembled, then went stiff with shame.

She covered her face with both hands, her voice tiny, cracked.

“Ah—no… don’t look at me… I’m not… I’m not a shameful woman… no…”

“If that’s what my dear wife wants…”

Iryoku’s mouth curled into a filthy grin as he leaned down, whispering into her ear in a slow, dripping tone:

“…Then tell me—what should I do with you, beautiful?”

His voice dropped—deep, dark, possessive.

“…Should I plug all your holes… push myself so deep I hit the core of your damn soul with my cock?”

He dragged the thick length of his cock along her pussy lips, slow and taunting—

then slid lower, rubbing against her tight, trembling ass.

The teasing touch made her eyes snap open—her whole body shuddering violently.

“Come on,” Iryoku muttered, voice low and rough. “What do you want? Just tell me.”

Agnes met his eyes—only for a heartbeat—

and her mind flashed back to their first time…

how brutal he’d been, how he’d handled her like he owned every piece of her.

Then to yesterday—their second time—

how it turned into a fight, how he got even rougher, how both of them ended up hurting each other.

The memories hit her so hard her body shivered.

Am I really this deviant? she thought.

Her nipples were already rock hard, dripping milk—

her pussy twitching, betraying her.

She fidgeted with her fingers, cheeks burning hot.

“E-Em… just… maybe…” she swallowed, struggling to form the words.

“…you can be a little rough… eh… j-just do whatever you want with me…”

Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with shame.

Iryoku’s mouth stretched into a wide, hungry grin.

“Oh? You think you get a say in it?” he murmured.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up—

firm enough to make her gasp, controlled enough that she knew it was deliberate.

Then he dipped down and latched onto one of her swollen, leaking breasts, biting down hard.

“Ahhh—mmmhhuu…!”

Agnes jerked violently, her breath catching as the shock ripped through her.

He bit her again—sharper this time.

A red mark bloomed instantly on her pale skin, and the sting sent a bolt of electricity racing through her body.

She felt alive—raw—exposed.

“Seriously,” Iryoku muttered against her skin, his tongue circling her nipple,

“it’s fucking incredible you produce this much milk without being pregnant.”

He sucked harder, drinking the warm milk like it was honey.

His voice came out muffled, hungry, commanding:

“Mmm… from now on… you’re feeding me whenever I’m thirsty… got it?”

His tongue dragged across her nipple again, slow and possessive,

milk running down his chin as she trembled under him.

He grabbed her and flipped her over, lifting her ass up while pushing her head down into the bed. His throbbing cock slid along the tight entrance of her ass.

“What do you say?” Iryoku growled. “I’m feeling a little daring… Should we use this place? I haven’t taken this virginity yet.”

Agnes convulsed into another orgasm on the spot—but her hand instantly shot back to cover her behind.

“N-No… not there… it’s… dirty… uhn…” she whimpered, her whole body tightening.

Even so, the thought destroyed her composure. Just imagining him taking her there had her trembling—shaking like she was already on the edge again. The idea of being completely defiled, used however he wanted, sent a helpless shiver through her entire body.

“Is alright, if you don’t want it,” Iryoku muttered.

He really didn’t want to force her into something she wasn’t ready for.

He shifted his position, lined himself up with her pussy again—and slammed his cock into her in one violent, unforgiving thrust.

Thud.

“Ahhh—!” she screamed, the sound tearing out of her throat.

Thump. Thump.

Iryoku slammed his hips into her again, his cock grinding deep, dragging along Agnes’s walls with every rough, unforgiving thrust.

He crouched over her lifted ass, slamming into her fast and hard. Then he shifted—one leg swinging forward and planting right on top of her head, pressing her down even more, while the other stayed braced behind her. He didn’t slow for a single damn second; he just kept fucking her, relentless and heavy, every thrust jarring her whole body.

“Remember this position?” Iryoku growled. “Back at the castle.”

Agnes shuddered, cumming again as the memory of how he used her back then crashed through her.

Iryoku shifted his leg back, planting both feet beside her back as he hovered over her lifted ass. He didn’t stop for even a second—just drove his body up and down, each thrust exploding into filthy, wet sounds of flesh slamming against flesh.

“Come on, girl,” he growled. “If you wanna scream, then scream. Call for help if you want. You know damn well I don’t care if the others hear us. Hehehe…”

Agnes drifted toward sleep, her body limp, warm, and held tight in his arms. She smiled when a soft kiss landed on her forehead—her chaotic, rough monster of a lover holding her with tenderness...

Agnes’s eyes fluttered open and closed as the memory faded. The warmth of Iryoku’s arms vanished, replaced by the cold rattle of the armored carriage around her. They were moving fast, pushing hard to find a way around the canyon.

Yumi, Reika, Alessandra—every one of them was tight-faced with worry, anger, and grief.

Iryoku had been ripped away from them. Snatched.

And they’d all cried.

They’d all felt that same sick, crushing helplessness—like dying on the inside because they couldn’t stop it.

Agnes lowered her head, whispering a tiny prayer.

“Please… be okay…”

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she rubbed her face, trying to steady herself.

“We’ll find you,” she murmured. “I swear… we’ll find you.”