I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 519: Sex In The Kindest Of Ways

A devastating shockwave exploded through the cave. Before I could even save myself, I was mid-air. My back slammed against the wall of the cave, knocking air out of my lungs.

Chunks of debris immediately followed after me and slammed against everywhere but as quickly as I crashed against the wall, I allowed myself fall in order to avoid the brutal bombardment of stones.

Some shrapnels of it tore across my skin but for the most part I was safe.

I stayed where I was for a moment, curling in the darkness. A cold air wrapped the cave and the warmth I had found in this place suddenly vanished. This caused me to raise my head, wondering what it was that had been sent crashing into the cave.

‘Let it not be what I’m thinking.’

I straightened and stepped forward, descending down the crater that had been formed. And there, in the center of it, was a lady in white, ice armor, she was curled on the ground and trying to stand up but her limbs kept failing her.

‘Brun…’

“Brunhilde?”

She froze and then twisted her neck to the side to look at me. Her face was a mess of laceration with blood dripping down over it. Her eyelids were dyed red and even her body, her usually impeccable armor, was ragged and bent by something that terrified even me to think about.

She straightened, panting. Then she grabbed an obsidian feather on her thighs and yanked it out forcibly, throwing it away while casting it a scathing glare.

Then she turned to me.

“Cade…”

She tried to crawl up the crater her fall had formed but was too weak, I let myself slid down and caught her before she collapsed.

“Brunhilde, Brunhilde, what’s going on?!”

She couldn’t speak even though she opened her mouth. Nothing came forth, but it looked like she wanted to say something.

I carried her despite myself and forced our way out of the crater, falling onto the ground of the cave.

Both of us were there, our chest heaving against the cold ground.

I was tired and spent but even at such a situation I knew I had to tend to her wounds.

“Cade.”

Her voice came out husky, breaking apart even.

“Yes?”

I sat up and sat close to her.

Her gaze was forlorn, and dark, bothering on empty.

“Fuck me.”

‘Uh?’

“Uh?”

Both my mind and my mouth seemed to have processed it at the same time.

‘Of all things to ask for?’

“You have done it before, haven’t you? Have you fucked a summon before? One that does not belong to you.”

I nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

“Then do it to me.”

I sighed and chose my next few words carefully.

“Even though I want to, I don’t understand what you’re trying to achieve here. More so, you’re wounded. All of this is happening quite very unexpectedly.”

She was silent for a moment, then she painfully said.

“Are… you going to keep making me beg you to fuck me?”

I scratched my hair at the moment.

“This… this is getting certainly weird.”

My hand moved to my pants on their own and was already loosening it.

“Isn’t this going to be an offense to Ilse though?”

Brunhilde couldn’t even manage an emotion on her face, she seemed tired, and at the verge of death. And icicles were spreading beneath her.

“Aish… damnit!”

I hurried and pulled everything down, kneeling naked between her legs.

“I will explain… if I survive.”

The way the words came out and how they sounded made me feel like, I really needed to do something.

‘This is a bit awkward…’

I had not imagined myself having sex in this type of way, and certainly not with Brunhilde so it was really awkward.

She laid there in front of me, her eyes dim and her body almost looking hollow.

‘Let’s just do the needful without hurting her too much.’

I positioned myself between her spread legs, careful not to press against the spreading frost that had begun crawling across the cave floor from her body.

Her ice armor was cracked and torn in places, the white plates bent outward where the impact had nearly crushed her. I worked the damaged segments aside with careful hands, exposing the soft skin of her thighs and the pale, blood-smeared flesh of her lower belly.

Even like this—battered, half-conscious, and bleeding—Brunhilde was still devastatingly beautiful in that cold, sharp way of hers.

My cock was already hard, the awkwardness of the situation doing nothing to kill the heat that had settled low in my gut the moment she had ordered me to fuck her.

I gripped myself at the base and guided the head against her entrance. She was wet, surprisingly so, the slickness of her cunt a stark contrast to the freezing air around us.

“Brunhilde…” I muttered, more to myself than to her.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead she shifted her hips the smallest amount, angling herself toward me, and that was enough.

I pushed in.

The first inch sank into her with a slow, tight drag. Her walls clenched around me immediately, hot and gripping despite the cold radiating from her skin.

A low, broken sound left her throat—half pain, and half pleasure. I forced myself to go steady, feeding more of my length into her in careful thrusts until I was buried to the hilt. The base of my cock pressed flush against her, and for a moment I just stayed there, breathing hard, letting her adjust.

Her eyes were still dim, but they focused on my face with a strange intensity.

“Move…” her voice came in a gentle rasp.

I did.

I pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then drove forward again in a controlled stroke.

The wet sound of our joining filled the quiet of the cave, mixing with the soft crackle of ice still spreading beneath her. I set a rhythm that was deep but not punishing—long, measured thrusts that dragged against every ridge inside her.

Each time I bottomed out, her body gave a small, involuntary jolt, and a fresh trickle of blood ran from one of the cuts on her cheek.

My hands found her hips. The armor there was mostly intact, so I gripped the plates and used them as leverage, holding her steady while I fucked into her.

The angle let me grind against the front wall of her cunt with every stroke. Her breath started coming in shorter pants. One of her hands, trembling, rose and clutched at my forearm hard enough that her nails dug into my skin.

She whispered:

“Harder.”

I hesitated only a second before giving her what she asked for. My hips snapped forward with more force, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder.

Her breasts, still half-covered by the ruined upper plates of her armor, shifted with every thrust. I leaned down, braced one hand beside her head, and drove into her with short, powerful strokes that made her body rock against the cold stone.

Brunhilde’s mouth fell open. A thin, continuous sound escaped her—something between a moan and a wounded gasp.

Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around my cock in irregular waves, as if her body couldn’t decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper. I could feel the ice still creeping, the temperature dropping further, but the heat of her cunt stayed fierce and slick.

“Cade…” My name came out broken on her lips.

I reached between us and found her clit with my thumb, rubbing in tight circles while I kept fucking her. Her back arched off the ground as much as her injuries allowed. The motion forced my cock even deeper, and the sudden squeeze of her walls nearly dragged the orgasm out of me right then.

“Are you okay?” I muttered to her with care. But she did not respond.

Her free hand shot up, fingers threading into my hair, and she yanked my head down until our foreheads nearly touched. Her eyes were clearer now, locked on mine with something desperate and raw.

“Keep going… don’t stop.”

She ordered me with a hoarse voice.

And that command was all I needed.

I slammed forward one last time and buried myself to her root, manipulating the shape of my cock to at that moment fill her all.

Her legs began to tremble and I moved again, slammed into her again, reaching the root again. And doing it all over again and again.

Simultaneously, the lodestar sound poured into my ear.

It was a lot of message.