An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge - Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Masochist knight [2]***

“This must be your first time.”

Arthur held out his hand, palm open. “Give me your hand.”

Althea hesitated but obeyed, letting him guide her fingers back to his erection.

“Wrap your hand around it.”

Her grip was hesitant at first, but Arthur covered her hand with his own, guiding her. The heat of him pulsed against her palm, twitching at the sudden contact.

“Feel that?” His voice was calm, but there was a rough edge to it now.

She nodded, swallowing hard.

Arthur released her, leaning back. “Go on. Get used to it.”

Althea focused, her touch still unsure but growing bolder. She ran her fingers along his length, feeling the contrast—soft skin, hard underneath.

She traced the thick veins, exploring every ridge, learning the shape of him. Her fingers slid lower, cupping his balls, testing their weight, rolling them gently in her palm.

Arthur let out a slow breath.

Encouraged, she continued, stroking lightly, rubbing her thumb along the base. Then she noticed it—a small bead of moisture at the tip.

Her brows furrowed. “Pre-cum?”

She hesitated, then ran a fingertip through the slick droplet, rubbing it between her fingers.

Arthur’s jaw flexed as he watched her. His cock twitched again.

“Yeah,” he said, voice lower now. Then, after a pause—”Taste it.”

Without hesitation, Althea lifted her fingers to her lips, eyes locked onto Arthur’s.

Her tongue darted out, tasting him—warm, slightly salty. Then she slid her forefinger into her mouth, sucking it clean.

Arthur let out a low growl. “Give me your hand again.”

She obeyed instantly, watching as he wrapped her fingers around his cock, this time guiding her into a firmer grip. Slowly, he moved her hand up and down.

Althea caught on quickly.

So this was a handjob.

And God help her—she liked it.

The feel of him, hot and throbbing in her palm, the way his breath hitched when she tightened her fingers slightly—she wanted more.

She wanted him to lose control.

Arthur let go, letting her take over, and she didn’t disappoint. Her strokes grew steadier, more confident.

His cock pulsed, a fresh drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. Althea’s gaze fixated on it, mesmerized by the way the light caught the slickness.

Without thinking, she leaned in and dragged her tongue over the swollen head, licking away the evidence of his lust.

Arthur’s entire body tensed.

“Fuck…”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Arthur muttered, a shiver rolling down his spine.

What was she trying to do to him?

Althea looked up at him, lips glistening, a triumphant smile tugging at her mouth. “More?” she asked coyly.

His jaw tightened. “Yes.” The answer came out as a hiss. Was she mad? Of course, he wanted more.

Her tongue flicked out again, lapping at his cock, and his head tipped back, eyes rolling shut before he could stop himself.

“Fuck…” His breath was ragged, barely controlled.

Then he looked down, his grip tightening in her hair. “Put it between your lips so I can fuck that smart little mouth of yours.”

Althea obeyed instantly.

His hands framed her face, guiding her as he slid his swollen cock past her lips, groaning at the heat of her mouth.

“Don’t stop using your tongue,” he instructed, voice tight.

She did as she was told, her tongue pressing and swirling as he pulled her down on his length, slowly at first, then faster.

Her lips stretched around him, saliva coating his shaft as he rocked into her, over and over.

Then he felt it—the sudden squeeze at the back of her throat.

Althea gagged.

Arthur froze. His body jolted like something had reset inside him.

He blinked twice, mind catching up with reality.

Staying calm, he moved one hand to his side, fingers brushing his wand as he spoke.

“That’s all right… just relax.”

Althea’s eyes watered as she struggled to take him deeper.

For a brief, panicked second, she wondered—has anyone ever choked to death giving head?

The thick head of his cock nudged the back of her throat, and just as the tightness threatened to overwhelm her, something changed.

The discomfort vanished.

Arthur tucked his wand back into his robes, smirking down at her. “No more gagging for now.”

Althea exhaled sharply, relief washing over her. She made a mental note—learn that spell later.

For now, she had more important things to focus on.

Arthur caught the way her eyes flickered hungrily to his cock. His smirk deepened. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

Her tear-filled gaze met his, lips curving into a small, guilty smile.

I really do.

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes darkened. “Then get back to it.”

Althea obeyed without hesitation. She dragged her tongue from the root to the tip, taking her time, making sure every inch was slick and shining.

Then an idea struck her.

She moved lower, trailing wet kisses down to his balls before flicking her tongue over them.

Arthur groaned, deep and raw. Encouraged, Althea ignored the tickling sensation of his short hairs and got closer, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his hips jerking slightly.

Althea smiled around his sac, pleased with the reaction.

Then his voice came sharp and rough. “Dammit, Hart, move back to my cock.”

She grinned and obeyed immediately.

Grasping the base, she took him back between her lips, her strokes slow and deliberate as she re-applied herself to the task at hand.

Arthur watched her through half-lidded eyes, his breath coming rough and uneven.

It felt like her tongue had a mind of its own—slick, relentless, working him over with a skill that seemed almost unfair.

He fought the pleasure, tried to drag it out, but his resolve was slipping fast.

Then it happened.

Her lips stretched wider as she took him deeper, the thick head of his cock sliding just past the threshold of her throat.

Arthur lost it.

His hands flew to the sides of her face, fingers curling into her hair as he forced her to meet his gaze.

Dark eyes, hazy with need, locked onto his.

His cock throbbed against her tongue as he gritted out his final order.

“Swallow it all.”

Althea’s brain barely had time to process the words before she felt him tense.

His body jolted—muscles locking, thighs trembling—then he groaned, long and deep, as the first pulse of heat spilled onto her tongue.

Swallow?

Her eyes widened as the thick, salty liquid flooded her mouth.

Arthur grunted, his grip tightening as his hips jerked forward, stuffing her throat with each desperate thrust.

Althea swallowed instinctively, her only thought—how much was there?

She kept up, gulping every time he pulled back, refusing to stop, afraid to stop.

Arthur’s body shuddered violently as another thick rope of cum shot down her throat.

He was still coming.

His head tipped back, a guttural moan escaping him as wave after wave of pleasure racked his body.

Althea held on, lips sealed tight, taking everything he gave her.

It was bliss.

For both of them.

Arthur groaned through every last wave of pleasure, his body still thrumming from release.

Glancing down, he saw Althea looking almost angelic—cheeks flushed, eyes wide, lips still glistening from him.

His cock twitched at the sight.

The aftershocks slowly ebbed, leaving only satisfaction in their wake. With a lazy exhale, he carefully pulled himself from her mouth, watching as a thin strand of saliva stretched before breaking.

His brain had gone wonderfully numb. He wanted to bask in this feeling, undisturbed.

But instead of speaking, Althea only smiled—small, shy—before turning to find her knickers.

Arthur, now sprawled naked across the bed, tracked her movements with half-lidded eyes.

When she bent to pick up her underwear, he finally spoke.

“Leave them.”

Althea hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. “What?”

Arthur sighed, more amused than anything.

“Bring them here.”

Confused, she did as told, handing over the lace with a questioning look.

Arthur took them, flipping them over until he found what he wanted—the damp, sticky patch at the center.

Dragging a finger over the wet gusset, he smirked.

Althea turned crimson.

His voice dropped, low and lazy. “Go now.” Then, slipping her knickers into his pocket, he added with a smirk, “And don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone about this.”

Althea stared, speechless. She swallowed, nodded, and turned toward the door.

Arthur waved a dismissive hand. “Go to bed, ‘holy’ knight.”

She paused at the threshold, a small smile teasing her lips. “It’s Althea,” she corrected softly, lingering for just a second. Then, with a glance over her shoulder, she murmured, “Thank you. I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

The door clicked shut behind her.

Arthur didn’t turn in time to catch her smile—just the sound of her departure.

He exhaled, smirking to himself as he reached into his pocket, fingers gliding over the damp fabric.

“It’s been a pleasure teaching you.”

With that wicked grin still in place, Arthur sank back into the pillows, finally drifting into sleep.