Chapter 63 - 『So Pretty, It Hurts』

Jack's eyes were on the blonde head which was pressing the side of its face to his chest. Her hands were so close together and balled into fists, she didn't seem to want to move. The mass that was her dress was draped over his arms, hiding her legs.

A small sniffle could be heard as her left hand was brought up to her face, wiping at away at the tears. Their silence wasn't awkward, it was needed, it was a mutual understanding as he carried her through the halls of the massive manor.

Being threatened, being called a slave, being touched when it was unwarranted... The world was a dark place, people made too many assumptions, and too many people held privilege they didn't deserve.

How does one control the nobles of this forsaken paradise?

With none of the guests roaming the halls, his wings spread from his back, a holy aura flooding the passage. Jack couldn't help by lean his head down and nuzzle his face into the top of her scalp.

"Your safe, Arche... No one can hurt you here in my arms. You're mine. No one can take you but me. For that, I can assure you, that is this Angel's promise." He spoke softly while closing one eye and staring down at her with a reassuring gaze.

She was his fragile doll, he wouldn't let anyone take her, no one. Not even time itself.

A smile brushed across her lips as she looked up at him, revealing her bloodshot eyes. Those blue hues almost seemed like they were glowing as they swam in dark crimson pools. "I don't want to end up used by anyone... Abused by anyone. I escaped my parents before my sisters could be thrown away as another pair of tools to pay off their enabled debts..."

"I know," Jack took a turn from the corridor and walked into a room with an open door, closing it behind them with his heel. It was their room, currently uninhabited, as he used a 『Detect Life』 spell as not to make the mistake of assuming no one was under the bed.

A faint smile of his own formed over his grin, there was no one in the room with them as he rested her down onto the surface of the feathered mattress.

As the grasps of his hands began to unravel from around her, she instinctively reached out to catch him, only to freeze in place as she felt his fingers dig into and unwind her dress.

"...Jack?" Arche blinked up at him as she could feel the fabric separating from her skin, being ever so tenderly tugged down from her torso. She stared up at him, her eyes burning from the tears.

Now in undershorts and waist-length chemise, Before she knew it, he was straddling on top of her. Her face was becoming redder and hotter than a tomato. Mouth agape, she felt as the mattress shifted while his knees sank into the bedding at her sides. Soon enough with his arms coned just above her head, she could feel his warm breath brushing across her face, as he was leaning down to bring his face close to hers.

Gulping nervously to herself, she slowly spread her arms out and up to wrap around his neck. His wings were illuminating the room dimly as there were no candles, the lights were out.

She could only watch as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheeks, taking away her tears with his lips. They were strangely warm, purifying even and welcoming. It gave the impression that her chest was going to rupture into a billion pieces as it beat against her ribs.

Though he had her covered, he also had her cornered on the bed. His form had trapped her there on the bed, not that she minded at all.

Her eyes drifted aside, over to her dress he had discarded a few feet away. It was on the pillows of the kingsized mattress. She could recall the day they had gone to the tailors and had it made. Although this day, this ball, was supposed to be a good memory... The nobles had completely soiled it. Her eyes then moved back to Jack, before she let out a gasp, feeling his lips on her neck.

With the sensation of his lips and the breath from his nose tickling against her, she felt a brief spark of excitement run through her. Her eyes seemingly gleaming even more in the dim room.

"Mine..." Jack uttered as he felt her arms tightening around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Moine," pouted Arche as she rubbed the side of her face against his cheek.

"Oh...?" Jack grinned hearing her proclamation, moving one hand from the 'cone' he pressed her head down to the bed and locked his lips with hers.

Arche's eyes went wide as he took her lips without warning, "MMMMmmm!?"

All the while she still melted into the embrace that he offered nonetheless, even as his other hand trailed down along her side of her chemise, tickling her side as it did. She let out these cute little sounds against his lips, which resonated in the back of her throat.

"Mine," Jack repeated minutes later as he broke the kiss briefly, leaving her panting heavily under him. Licking his own lips as if he was enjoying a meal, his hand moved down to the side of her face, toying with her lower lip using his thumb.

Arche groaned, nearly biting his finger, "Miiiine... My Angel."

"So that's how it is?" Jack smugly glared down at her with a sinister grin across his lips.

Letting out a cry, Arche started pouting up at him again, "Don't be mean~!"

"Then stop inciting your own violation by my hand," blowing a raspberry he let his hand travel from her side and into her shorts, causing her legs to tense and close around his fingers.

"Aaaah..." She breathed out feeling his touch, one leg propping up slightly as her foot rubbed against the mattress. "No..." She murmured out teasingly as she tightened her arms around him even more, reigniting the kiss from before.

Grinning into this embrace, he stood upon his knees, pulling her up onto her own... His hands shifting to the back of her shorts, grasping her rear. His many wings wildly spread open, before shielding them in their walls of white.

"Where do you think you are putting your hands...?" Arche whispered in a muted cry, arching her back feeling his hands in her underwear.

"Where do you think?" Teasingly he answered her question with a sarcastic one of his own. Jack proceeded to tug them down with one hand, while the other one went alone pulling her petite form against his larger figure.

"This is some weird form of comfort, you know," Muttered Arche as she felt him press his lips against her shoulder, exploring her again with his warm breath and tickling lips.

"Is it?" He asked as he lightly tasted her flesh without taking a bite, it was salty from sweat, but sweet too. With her shorts down to her knees, he proceeded to playfully shove her down onto the bed.

"Ugh... What was that for?" She asked now sprawled out on her back, staring up at him in a confused manner until his fingers wrapped around her hips and curled her lower body upward. "EH!? Don't look at--" With a sudden jolt, her lower body was in the air and his mouth was between her legs. "Wh-what are you doing!? That's dirty~!" Arche squealed aloud.

"You'll see," putting his lips to her maidenhood, he lightly licked the honeypot.

Reaching out her hands, she tried grasping at his hair, her toes spreading at the feeling his tongue lapping away at her nether region. She had touched herself there herself but never had she had someone lick her like this. The sensation was foreign, but it was exotic... pleasurable.

She had almost forgotten why they were here, why they weren't in the ball, as the feeling was taking over. Gravitating her to the moment rather than the past, distracting her from the stress and what had troubled her.

Jack knew it was likely only momentary that this pleasure would keep her at bay. Those tears, although they weren't his, still stung him seeing her in such a state.

It could be that his human mind saw her as his and that his inhuman consciousness also saw her as HIS. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it felt like love, Jack felt the romance and chemistry.

Her taste was exquisite, he could taste the perfumed water from the bath she had prior to the beginning of the ball. He could smell it even. Every bit of her, he wanted to taste every single bit of her... Pressing his tongue onward, he went deeper.

Her hands grasped at the sheets beneath them, letting out small and adorable sounds. She didn't want to make much of a sound as there were guests still in the manor. Even if they weren't the hall they could very well be outside. Biting at her lower lip, she stared up at him as he was 'eating' away at her. Massaging her insides with his tongue, something she had never imagined would be put inside her in such a fashion. To think that had been tasting her lips just minutes ago, and stealing her breath away.

This was far too lewd than she had expected this night to go. Even then, she couldn't get her mind to think straight. Heat emanated off of her, permeating with the sheets.

It was as if this singular angel was serving her and her alone. That's when she bent her legs and draped them over his shoulders, letting him get deeper. "Aaaaah..."

His lips moved to her clit, teasing it with her lips, having his tongue poke at the pleasure center.

"It feels so... Weird..." She gasped out, her back arching as much as it could while he kept her body curled in a strange position.

"Is that so?" Jack paused for a moment with an even more devious grin than ever before, "Should I stop?" Oh, he definitely was in a teasing mood, especially as he blew cool air onto her drenched vulva.

Arche's eyes went wide as her skin became prickled with goosebumps from the feeling, her sensitivity had skyrocketed through the roof then she had thought was possible. For a brief moment there, she had even lost her breath, it had become hard to breathe as she leaked sensual juices from her trap.

Letting her down slowly, Jack chuckled seeing her elfin bosom heaving up and down. He was pretty sure she had climaxed from the foreplay.

Removing his jacket, shirt and sash belt, he discarded his clothes by tossing them off of the bed. Once he did that, he pulled her shorts down from her knees and to her ankles, before twisting and knotting them.

"Huh...?" Moaned the dainty human, trying to lift her head as it swam, narrowing her gaze on him as he reached over and took her by the arm. "Wah...What's going on now?" She breathed out, wiggling her toes as she felt her ankles linked close together.

Without a word he had moved her into his lap, the back of her head lulling against his chest, her body squirming at the feeling of crisp air brushing against her sweat covered skin from the nearby window.

His hand slipped over her mouth, causing her to squeak lightly. "Mmmm MMmmph?"

Her eyes tried to look up at him, but she couldn't move her head. That was until she felt his other hand traveling between legs, spreading her the lips of her vulva while petting it sensually. She felt like her mind was going to overheat from the overbearing sensitivity. "Mmmmmm!" She cried out against his hand, her hands grasping at his pantlegs.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Jack pressed his lips against the top of her head, feeling as her legs bucked at the feeling of his fingers pushing in. "Does it feel good?"

"Mmmmm..." Her fingernails dragged along and clawed at the fabric of his pants, hardly leaving a mark thanks to the quality of the material.

"I'll take that as a yes," he could feel the saliva and hot air leaving her mouth, coating his hand. Poking his finger into her mouth, he played with her tongue which pushed back into it, trying to eject it without using her teeth.

Jack was having a good time, and from what he could tell... So was she. This was a better memory, wasn't it? He plunged his fingers into her lower lips, feeling the warmth of her dripping maidenly walls.

The Temptation to take her right there and then was great, in his mind and with his body. He was feeling hard, but he kept his breathing steady.

"So naughty," he muttered quietly, wiggling his fingers inside, promoting her squirms and moans. His tips were poking at a soft membrane ahead, causing her to jump every time he felt at it.

"Mmmmm!" Closing one eye she smacked her hand at his leg, causing him to remove his hand from her mouth. "Agh..." Turning her head to finally look up at him, her face was flushed redder than any tomato he had seen. "My turn," though her voice was soft... Her eyes sought vengeance.

"Your turn?" Jack wasn't exactly expecting her to say something along those lines. Letting her twist out of his arms, resting the side of her torso on the bed, reaching out and undoing his pants.

Her slender fingers undid the buttons and he moved onto his knees to allow his pants to fall down effortlessly. She then used her elbows to drag herself closer to him, inspecting the partially unwrapped 'present' before her.

Tucked to the side was a pulsing and erect rod, her face maintained a rosy complexion and a determined expression. Whether or not she knew what she was doing, it wasn't certain.

A sweatdrop formed over her brow as she stared intently pealing back the boxer-briefs, letting the flesh stick pop upward into place. She swallowed hard seeing it, her breath quickened as she recalled out he had buried his tongue into her. How he had fingered her, toyed with her insides. She grabbed onto his legs and pulled herself even closer, lining her lips with the head of his stick.

Her big blue eyes moved up to see his face, she could see the interest in his eyes, the temptations flooding his mind and into his heart. She licked her lips slightly, clearing the corners of drool before taking one hand and grasping at the head, before stroking it down the shaft.

It was unbelievably hot to touch, the head was soft and sensitive, but the shaft was hard as a rock. His manhood moved in her hand, especially as she touched the sensitive region beneath the mushroom-shaped tip.

Arche giggled as it bounced slightly from his pelvis muscles twitching from her touch. Putting the tip into her mouth, coating it with her teeth, she tickled its little opening with her tongue.

She was instantly greeted by a bittersweet taste, a small drop of thick oozing into her mouth. Squinting her eyes from the taste, she cupped both hands around the shaft and continued to pump them up and down.

Each time she did it, the phallus got harder and harder, much to her surprise.

Jack let out a quieted groan as he leaned his head back, refusing to take his eyes off of her, as he felt her tongue on him. It was hot, petite and tightly hugging onto him. His hands would move down and knot into the blonde hair that framed her face.

"Hmm?" Her eyes flickered up at him, feeling pressure build-up behind his fingers as they pressed her head down. Widening her eyes, she felt the long shaft slowly penetrating further into her mouth, pressing against the roof of her mouth.

Her tongue attacked it, her teeth grazing at the elastic outer layer of flesh. It didn't taste bad, but she hadn't expected to put it into her mouth. Those blue hues of hers moved to see the hilt, there was still quite the distance, she dare not try to fit the whole thing.

Lifting her head back slightly, she started to bob up and down on the thick head and a small portion of the shaft. She was getting more of the strange liquid she tasted before, his groans were music to her ears. She couldn't help but smirk as if she were victorious in this little war.

Popping the tip out of her mouth for a brief instance, leaving a trail of saliva, her tongue encircled the tip before plunging it back down into her mouth. Suckling it and brushing her tongue along the shaft, she felt as if he was her mercy even if it was for a short while.

"Mmmm..." Her throat resonated against the pulsing length, before she pulled it out again, exposing it to the air. The stick of flesh felt like it was going to explode at any moment. Resting her head on his lap, she licked the rim of his shaft, pulling it close to brush her inner lips against it.

Just then, like a cannon, she watched as white thick liquid fired from the end of the tip across the bedding in tangent with a long groan and a lagging sigh of relief. For a moment there, she was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second, similar to how hers did several minutes ago.

She wore her little innocent smile, which seemed to be tainted with mild lewdness. The stress from the situation, the thoughts of being violated by someone else, had been genuinely left behind and replaced by the feeling of pleasure.

"I told you, you were mine..." Arche licked the tip clean of oozing liquid as she ushed her had to push out the excess.

"And here I thought... Only I was going to comfort you," he ran a hand through her hair, taking the hairband and tossing it aside. "This just isn't fair," Jack teased before shivering at the feeling of her teeth grazing the tip of his sensitive head.