Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP! Chapter 139: Eila’s Lesson

"Uaaaah!!"

A battle cry escapes naturally. Enjoying foreplay was nice too, but once the reins ca off, I couldn’t hold back. I was grateful for their thoughtfulness in warming themselves up for , and I thrust my mber into Eila’s pussy first.

Squelch!

The inside is sticky like a swamp with sli mucus. Even knowing that when sli mucus coats the mucous mbranes it makes you horny almost like an aphrodisiac, Eila soaked her insides with sli mucus anyway.

And Eila’s insides squeeze my mber so strongly that the sli mucus can’t cover it. The feeling inside, so distinctly different from Gremory, is vivid—sothing only I’ve tasted since reincarnation.

Squelch, squelch.

Water imdiately flows out from inside. Eila covers her mouth with her hand and stifles her moans. The lady knight who gave stern orders to the orcs during the day has vanished sowhere, and now before my eyes is only a bitch trying to suppress the cries leaking out as she’s skewered on my mber.

"Heh heh, does it feel good?"

"...."

Eila doesn’t answer. Instead, she responds by squeezing hard with her passage. Eila’s vaginal pressure is vivid, like crushing with grip strength.

I try to pull my mber halfway out from inside Eila, but Eila even puts strength into her pubic mound to grab hold so my mber can’t escape. The stimulation is so strong that my penis swells up even more.

"This is why they say to date won who exercise. Ngh."

I decide to pound and cum however I want regardless of whether Eila squeezes with her vaginal pressure or not. With her dress-style nightgown pulled up to her waist, I bring Eila’s legs together in front of .

"M-Master?!"

"You must be tired from running around, so I need to give you a massage."

Her firm thighs and calves, trained from horseback riding, have muscles solidly in place. Eila worked tirelessly behind the scenes to make sure my orders were properly conveyed, and I have a duty to relieve that fatigue.

Chomp.

I open my mouth wide and bite below Eila’s Achilles tendon. I won’t actually tear and eat it, but Eila throws her head back at the new stimulation.

"Haagh...!"

Eila tries to spread her legs with a choking sound. I grab one hand on her thigh and one hand on her knee, hugging them at an angle. Eila’s lower body is fixed in my arms, and I use that as support to thrust my mber like crazy.

Thwack, thud thud thud, thwack thwack.

I always love hearing this sound of flesh hitting flesh. The pounding with Gremory in the bathroom had water sounds mixed in, but the act with Eila is only our soft flesh pressing against each other and separating repeatedly.

"M-Master. Too intense, ngh...!"

"I’m gonna go harder though?"

I ignore Eila’s complaints and thrust my mber even harder. Scraping the top of the vaginal wall, then scraping the left wall six tis, scraping the right wall nine tis. Then the left wall seven tis again, the right nine tis.

Thud thud thud thwack thud!!

Without rhythm, just thinking to pound hard, harder, I shake my hips. The tip touching the end of her passage is compressed tight, rubbing against the cervix. Like stamping a fingerprint with my thumb, I rub my tip against the cervix to stamp my seal.

"Haah, nngh."

Eila arches her belly upward, convulsing. She seems to have climaxed quite a bit during that ti and looks like she needs rest.

"Heh heh. This won’t do."

I lightly lift Eila’s pelvis. Eila’s body, which had been lying flat on the bed just monts ago, slowly starts floating upward.

And at that mont, an urgent knock sounds.

"Co in!"

"Hiik, Master?!"

Eila screams and shakes her head violently. But I have nothing to worry about. I calm Eila down by squeezing her breasts with my hands.

"Why? Are you embarrassed for others to see doing it with you?"

"Th-that’s not it...!"

"You’re embarrassed! This won’t do. Ti for training. Heh heh."

I jerk my chin toward the door for Lune, who’s been masturbating beside us. Lune moves her hand toward my mouth, and I gulp down the peach-flavored honey. Lune greets our guest as if nothing happened.

"Who...?"

"Legion Commander. It’s us."

The executives, my sons, request entry. I tilt my head forward. As soon as my permission drops, Arthur and the subordinates enter the house.

"Hah, haah, haa, ahh!"

Despite doing all sorts of acts with , Eila covers her face with both hands as if embarrassed. She seems mortified for the subordinates to see. The more she does this, the more I spread Eila’s legs wide left and right to show off my act with Eila.

"Haaaah!"

Her legs that were in a line are forcibly spread into a V. There’s no turning back now, and I place my hands on either side of Eila’s waist and greet my sons.

"Yeah, what’s, ngh, the matter."

"M-Master!"

Eila protests by squeezing with her passage. She seems to want to hide our union by pushing down her skirt hem with her fingertips. What’s there to be embarrassed about doing it with ? I can’t contain my anger.

Smack!

I strike Eila’s lower belly with my palm. A red handprint appears on Eila’s lower belly, and her resistance subsides.

"Are you embarrassed to be fucked in front of my children?"

"Th-that! I’m Arthur and the knight order’s teacher, hyaah!"

Smack.

I strike her lower belly with my palm once more. The mber thrusting inside gets compressed up and down, ringing with strong stimulation. I grab Eila’s pelvis and stand up from where I am.

"M-Master?! That’s, ahh!"

I lift Eila with strength alone. Eila’s upper body hangs downward, and her lower belly with the red handprint juts up toward the sky. Eila grabs the hem of her dress with both hands to keep it from rolling down further, and I lift Eila’s back up high.

"Hiiiik...."

Eila grabs my shoulder with movents close to acrobatics. If she’d fallen back just a little more, she would’ve smashed the back of her head on the floor, and I support Eila’s butt and turn my body.

"Sorry about that. So, what’s the matter?"

"Ah, well, we ca to report that we completed the missions you ordered inside...."

Arthur and my sons swallow their spit while staring at the point where Eila and I are joined. Though hidden by the dress hem, my mber is inside Eila.

Squelch, squelch.

If it were up to , I’d flip her 180 degrees right now and spread her legs left and right to show off, but Eila doesn’t seem to want that much, so I stop.

"Yeah. Then keep night watch until dawn. Taking one squad per hour intervals should, ngh, work?"

"Yes. Understood. ...Excuse us."

Arthur and the brothers hurriedly leave. Lancelot sits in place for a while watching my act with Eila, but Percival takes Lancelot and exits imdiately.

Creak, thud.

The door closes. With no chance of executives coming in now, I tickle Eila’s butt to comfort her with her head buried in my shoulder.

"Eila, are you sulking?"

"...."

Eila says nothing. She doesn’t even squeeze with her passage. I want to induce Eila to answer, so I raise my middle finger and lightly poke Eila’s sensitive spot.

"Hngh?!"

I thrust my middle finger into Eila’s back hole. Like her passage, it squeezes my finger strongly—sohow even more than Lune. The sphincter squeezing in surprise chews on my finger hard, and Eila ets my eyes with a tearful face.

"You’re, you’re too much...!"

"What?"

"Showing this directly to your children, hngh...!"

"You helped each other with fingers with Lune but you’re embarrassed about weird things."

I hug Eila tightly. I still haven’t lost my strength, and Eila also wraps her limbs around and gets in position.

"B-but...!"

"Later on, how about I put you in front before the war to raise morale and fuck you?"

I strike Eila’s butt with a lewd and vile face. Eila trembles.

"The mont we try to conquer the County of Aries, I’ll put you in front on the very front line and appear. Then fuck you in front of everyone. And declare it. That Eila Aries is mine. Proclaim to the whole world that you’re my woman."

For that, even public sex wouldn’t be sothing to worry about. Eila slowly closes both eyes and starts focusing on my words.

"The citizens you knew, your servants, and in front of your father the Count, you’ll climax while dripping water like this. How about it? Pretty good idea, right?"

"Th-that may be so but.... Ahh!"

She said it. Eila’s halfway convinced. Next ti I’ll try doing it right in front of the captured prisoners, and I climb back onto the bed, kneel, and lay Eila flat. As expected, this position is best for dealing with Eila.

"I’ll prepare a platform. So all the citizens bowing their heads below can see. And on top of it, you’ll be pinned under like this."

"Ah, ahh, haa...."

Eila exhales feverish breaths and digs her nails into my shoulder. The vibration of her body trembling finely, thrilled just by imagination, flows into my whole body.

"And like this, you’ll be helpless against ."

Thud, thud thud!!!

Pounding with no technique at all. Right now I’m not Rok but going full unga bunga, and I thrust my mber up as if to pierce through Eila’s insides. Eila’s insides heat up intensely, squeezing and releasing repeatedly, unable to focus on my insertion.

Squirt, squirt.

Squirt flows from Eila’s front. It hits my pubic bone and splashes, and Eila hugs tight and stifles her moans.

"S-sorry, Father, hiiik...!"

Eila has already lost herself in her own imagination. No more humiliation is needed, and I shake my hips with the single-minded determination to thrust as many tis as possible in the sa position so Eila can focus on climaxing.

Thud thud thud.

How many minutes have passed since I pinned Eila down from above and inserted at full power at the sa angle? Even my sense of ti flies away as the insertion continues, repeatedly coveting only each other’s bodies.

"Haaaaah!!"

Eventually Eila is the first to burst out with a cry, releasing the climax she’d been holding back. Her feet dancing on my lower back fall powerlessly to the bed, and her hands gripping my shoulders also fall limply to the side. But my mber isn’t dead yet.

Thud thud, thud, thud.

"Haa, haah, haaagh...."

Eila just pants and shakes her head left and right. Her mind seems hazy to the point where she can’t even speak, and I slam my mber in even harder as if hoping Eila will co to her senses from the shock.

Thuuud, thud!

"Ugh, hngh, haaaah...!"

Eila starts shaking her head violently while crying. It’s definitely not because it hurts—it must be that she started crying because she’s so happy and pleased she can’t control herself. I wipe the tears flowing at the corners of her eyes with my thumb and lightly press down on her head.

"This is the last. Bear an orc’s child."

"Haaaaah—!!"

Eila bursts into tears. Even while sobbing, she squirts once more, and her passage squeezes incomparably stronger than before. I get the illusion that my mber is getting crushed, and Eila drools toward the ceiling while shedding chicken-shit tears left and right.

"Hehehe.... Master’s child.... I too, an egg...."

Thud. Eila’s head falls to the side. Eila’s vaginal pressure starts decreasing, and as the tension of the vaginal walls that had been squeezing tight relaxes, my mber also gets so relief.

Spurrrrt.

More sen than ever before fills Eila’s insides. So much that even after filling her insides it overflows, and my mber slides out from the sen I shot. I rub the mber I pulled out clean on top of Eila’s pussy and stand up.

"...Hehe."

Sorry to Gremory and Eila, but I decided to do my best for today’s number one contributor. And to avoid getting too excited and making a mistake with Lune, I need to release the heat building in my body in advance.

"Master, I did well today, right?"

"Yeah. You did really well."

I’ve already ejaculated twice, and now is the state where I can do it ’properly.’ Lune has been sitting still for a while now, waiting for to focus on her.

"Master...."

Lune stands up and lifts the front of her nightgown dress with both hands.

"I think I’m going crazy soon."

As Lune lifts her skirt hem, a rich peach scent stabs my nose.

"Lune."

I kneel in front of Lune and bow my waist.

"I think I’m going crazy too."

Without beating around the bush, I bury my face in Lune’s crotch.