Chapter 165
Chapter 165
Iryoku remained there, unsure of what to do. he felt he had lose all his guts, when the chief asked for deborah to marry him, he wanted to jump and said something , but instead his body trembled with fear, his mind bloked remembering his suferng during the fire torture, is like his body dint wnasted animore conflic, then came the tiger man aswell, iryoku ditn attkcing him eaither, being that he was the one that hurt alessandra before and make her lose her memeories he felt worthless to have such athouths Yumi and Reika quietly left the room.
A few minutes passed.
Someone entered hesitantly to the huet. Her footsteps were slow, and the loud beating of her heart filled her ears. She stopped in front of him.
He looked up.
It was Alessandra.
Her hands were lowered at her sides.
“I-Iryoku… what we told you is true,” she said softly. “We should stay here. Please don’t worry anymore about taking us back home. We… we’ll build our life here together.”
Her cheeks were flushed.
Before doubt could take hold, she moved, not wanting to waste the opportunity. She knelt beside him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and gently rested her head against his.
“I know you want to protect us, and we’re grateful,” she said. “But you don’t need to risk your life anymore… I—” Her voice softened into the most gentle, feminine tone she could manage. “Can I…?” “Mm—can we…?” She exhaled shakily. “This is hard…”
Suddenly, Iryoku kissed her on the cheek, catching her by surprise.
“Ale… back then, when we were like this,” he said quietly, “you don’t know how badly I wanted to kiss you—to touch you to devore you. But I never made a move. I was a coward.”
Iryoku’s mind was still in turmoil. He hated the boy he had been—the one too weak to act when it mattered, too afraid to protect himself, to claim the person he loved, or even to share his pain with those closest to him.
He had vowed never to be that person again. That’s why he always behaved so shamelessly and aggressively: never hiding his feelings, never burying his impulses, always jumping first to seize what he wanted, striking without hesitation, and refusing to take no for an answer. But now, his resolve faltered; the damage he’d endured resurfaced his deepest fears.
Yet seeing her so close, he finally broke under the weight on his shoulders. He pushed her down into the bedroll, his hands clutching her wrists.
“Ahh,” she made a surprised sound—but she had wanted this for so long.
Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over.
“Then,” she whispered, “never stop yourself again. Never hesitate. Don’t limit yourself. And… please, do whatever you always wanted to do with me—no matter how rough.”
“No, I won’t treat you badly either,” he murmured, voice low and earnest. “I’ll treat you with love. I don’t want to repeat the mistake I made with Agnes.”
He lowered himself and kissed her deeply, pouring all the tenderness he had held back for so long into that single kiss.
Joy surged through her. He drew back only for a moment, hovering above her, then claimed her mouth again—deeper this time, his tongue slipping past her lips to taste her fully.
When he finally broke the kiss, she gasped, warm breath trembling against his skin. His hand moved to her breast, cupping it with firm but careful pressure.
“Ahh—” A soft, breathless sound escaped her as she squirmed beneath him.
He kissed her again, hungry now, trailing his mouth over her lips, her cheeks, down the sensitive curve of her neck, devouring every inch he could reach.
Iryoku immediately pulled her top off and tossed it aside. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, bouncing with the motion. For a moment she froze, unsure how to respond, but she surrendered to his lead, letting him guide her.
Driven by long-suppressed hunger, he latched onto one breast, mouth hot and eager, while his hand claimed the other, kneading with firm, reverent pressure. Soft, suggestive moans escaped her lips, rising with every pull of his mouth.
His tongue circled and flicked her nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before he gave small, playful bites—gentle nips that sent shudders racing through her body, each one drawing a sharper gasp, her back arching toward him in silent plea.
he lowered down he rubbed her defined abs her pelvis, admiring her.
He didn’t want to waste another moment. His hands hooked into the waistband of her bottoms and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. Her glistening pussy came into full view—a beautiful, delicate flower adorned with a small patch of red hair above it. For a brief instant, Alessandra’s hands moved to cover herself out of lingering shyness, but then she let them fall away, parting her thighs wider and baring everything to him without reservation.
Iryoku’s fingers traced the soft, slick flesh, stroking her slowly at first, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air as he explored her folds. Then he lowered his face between her legs, mouth opening to taste her fully, his tongue dragging along her heated core with deliberate, savoring strokes.
Alessandra jolted at the first contact, a sharp gasp escaping her. Instinct urged her to grab his head with her hands, but she held back, keeping her hands at her sides—she didn’t want to interfere, only to surrender completely. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the overwhelming sensation.
Iryoku paused and drew back. Alessandra’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. He was ready—his throbbing cock already free, resting hot against her slick entrance, rubbing slowly along her folds.
Her face was deeply flushed, beads of sweat tracing down her skin.
“I will make you mine,” he declared, voice low and resolute.
She could only nod, eyes closing again as she braced herself, expecting the sharp pain of their first time.
But no pain came. Instead, he entered her little by little in one slow, deliberate stroke—gentle, patient, letting her body adjust. *It doesn’t hurt*, she thought, breathless. *It feels good… I feel so full, finally complete.*
When he was fully seated inside her, a deep moan escaped her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging tightly. “I love you,” she whispered against his shoulder, eyes still squeezed shut in shy surrender. “I’m finally complete… we’re together. It feels so good. it dint hurt. Please… do whatever you want with me.”
She felt him moving inside her, his thick length dragging slowly at first, each deliberate thrust drawing soft, breathless moans from her lips. “Ahhh… ahhh…” The pleasure built with every stroke, warm and overwhelming.
But little by little, she noticed the hardness fading. The fullness softened until she barely felt him at all. Are we done? she wondered, a quiet panic rising. Was I so lost in the moment that I missed it entirely?
She opened her eyes. For a heartbeat she thought she saw anger flash across his face, but when she looked again it was neutral—carefully blank. He withdrew gently, turned away, and she glimpsed his cock, now soft. Without a word he pulled on his pants, stood, and said quietly, “It’s okay. It felt good. I just… need some rest.”
Then he was gone, stepping out of the hut and leaving her alone.
Alessandra sat up slowly, chest trembling, eyes wide with sudden doubt. “What happened…?” she whispered to the empty air. “Was I… not good enough? did i do something wrong?” Her gaze dropped to her entrance—still slick with her own arousal, but no trace of his release.
From outside came muffled voices. She caught only fragments: Iryoku’s low command—“All of you, come here”—followed by one of the girls asking, “What happened?”
Heart pounding, Alessandra scrambled for her clothes, yanking them on with shaking hands. She rushed out of the hut and scanned the clearing. No one nearby. In the distance Katherine sat against a tree, eyes closed, seemingly asleep or lost in thought. Alessandra’s gaze snapped toward Deborah’s lair atop the small rise. There, silhouetted at the tunnel entrance, she saw Iryoku’s broad back and the other girls already gathering behind him. One by one they disappeared inside.
Alessandra ran, climbing the slope as fast as she could. At the narrow entrance she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into the darkness, moving slowly through the winding tunnels, breath shallow, desperate to stay unseen.
She heard voices echoing through the tunnel.
“Tell us what happened,” Yumi asked, her tone laced with worry.“
All of you, take off your clothes—now!” Iryoku’s voice came sharp and edged with frustration, almost anger.
Alessandra froze mid-crawl, stunned.
Moments later, moans drifted from deeper in the tunnel—soft at first, then building.
“Iryoku mates with Deborah first,” someone murmured.
“Let’s all do it together—we’re more, we can help,” Christina’s voice rang out, bright and eager.
Wet, rhythmic sounds followed, mingling with gasps and low cries.
Alessandra’s heart pounded, but she didn’t turn back. She crept forward until the tunnel opened into the chamber.
There, in the dim light, Iryoku had Deborah pinned beneath him in missionary, driving into her with powerful thrusts. Deborah’s massive frame shuddered with each impact, her enormous breasts bouncing wildly. The other girls encircled them: Agnes and Yumi pressed their breasts to his mouth, and he took turns devouring them hungrily; Reika and Christina knelt behind him, hands roaming over his back and hips, caressing and urging him on.
Iryoku’s pace quickened, hips slamming harder. “I love all of you!” he roared, then buried himself deep as he came, shouting, “Get pregnant, my love!”
Deborah jolted, legs locking tight around him, holding him inside as his release pulsed into her. He stayed buried for several long seconds before slowly withdrawing. His cock—still rigid—slipped free, thick streams of cum spilling from Deborah onto the stone floor.
Christina and Reika immediately moved in, mouths descending to lick and clean him thoroughly, tongues gliding over every inch until he glistened only with their saliva.
Clean again, he turned to Agnes. “Come here, my love. It’s time to make you pregnant as well.”
He guided her down and thrust into her in one smooth stroke.
“Ahh—so good, my husband,” Agnes gasped, arching into him.
He began fucking her with the same relentless intensity.
Alessandra remained in the shadows, back pressed against the cold cave wall, watching his broad back flex as he claimed them one after another. Her gaze drifted to his unyielding hardness, to the sheer volume of seed still dripping from Deborah, and a hollow ache settled in her chest.
*Why couldn’t he finish with me? what did i did wrong.*
The light had gone out of her eyes.
The sounds in the chamber grew louder—moans overlapping, bodies moving in rhythm—as Iryoku turned to Yumi next. He lifted her small frame effortlessly into the air, aligning her before sinking into her tight pussy with slow, deliberate thrusts that shook her entire body. “You’re all so tight… so delicious… so lovely,” he murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply as he drove harder, love and hunger intertwined. Minutes later he came inside her, groaning as her own climax followed, her cries muffled against his shoulder.
Without pause he moved to Reika, bending her forward and taking her from behind. “My cute Reika…” he growled, pounding relentlessly until he spilled into her as well.
Then Christina, her bunny ears twitching with eager delight. “Take me, my lord—my body is ready to serve you.”
He did, claiming her with the same unyielding intensity.
Alessandra watched it all in a numb trance, the tangled press of bodies, Iryoku’s relentless drive never faltering. Almost without realizing it, she stripped again, letting her clothes fall in a silent heap. Bare and unsteady, she walked toward them, legs trembling.
Yumi noticed first, then Reika—their eyes widening with alarm. The others followed their gaze, worry creasing every face. They sensed it instantly: something had gone deeply wrong between Alessandra and Iryoku.
He was already back with Deborah, hoisting her massive frame into the air as if she weighed nothing. “You’re so tight—my goddess, my queen, my wife,” he rasped, thrusting deep. “I hope this time… all of you get pregnant.”
“Iryu—!” Deborah cried out, climaxing hard around him, her enormous body shuddering.
Alessandra reached them just as he came again, flooding Deborah with thick pulses. Deborah clung to him desperately—legs locked, arms tight, saliva trailing from her parted lips as she jolted through the aftershocks.
He lowered her gently to the ground and withdrew, his cock still rigid and glistening. Then he turned—and froze. Alessandra stood naked beside him, eyes dull and empty, tears shimmering unshed. She steeled herself, reached out to stroke him, then sank to her knees. Opening her mouth, she took him in, licking and sucking with quiet desperation—kissing the tip, tracing every ridge the way she’d seen the others do.But it softened in her mouth almost immediately.Iryoku stared down at her, anger darkening his features.She pulled back at last, voice barely above a whisper. “Why?”“Yumi!” he barked.“Yes?” She approached cautiously, hearing the lingering fury in his tone.“Come here, my love. Clean my cock, please.” His voice softened instantly, laced with deep affection.Yumi stepped forward but stopped short. She knelt beside the still-kneeling Alessandra and wrapped her small arms around her. “Iryoku… I don’t know what happened between you and Sensei, but please—you need to fix this.” Her voice trembled with quiet urgency. “She loves you just as much as the rest of us. With all her heart. Why can’t you accept her?”Iryoku’s eyes landed on Alessandra, then returned to Yumi. “Little Yumi, come and do your duty,” he said harshly, rage boiling in his tone.Yumi glanced at him, surprised—he was acting even more aggressive than before. They’d all initially thought he’d recovered, but something was fueling his anger.A hand landed on Yumi’s cheek; it was Alessandra’s. “Yumi, your duty as his wife comes first,” she said lowly, voice devoid of life. “Please fulfill his desires.”Yumi moved reluctantly, bending forward a little. She licked Iryoku’s flaccid manhood, then took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. His cock quickly swelled, regaining hardness almost instantly, thrusting deeper until she nearly choked—but she held steady, his balls pressed against her chin.