True Masturbation, False Creampie
Morning sunlight filtered deep into the bedroom, but Elina had no intention of getting up. She burrowed into my arms like a newborn beast, using my arm as a pillow. Her breathing was steady. But the tight grip on my clothes betrayed her lingering anxiety even in sleep.
It's over. I stared into the void. The North was pacified, the heroine conquered, the protagonist broken beyond repair. My instincts told me my business here was done. Time to move on.
"Elina." I called her name softly. Her lashes fluttered, and those clear silver eyes turned to me. A radiant smile bloomed the instant she saw me. A shame I had to shatter it with my own hands.
"You're awake, my lord."
"Yeah... your scent is so good, I wanted to sleep more."
She nuzzled my chest. I stroked her hair, steeling myself to drop the bomb.
"I have something to tell you."
"What? Why so serious first thing in the morning?"
"I... have to leave."
Her movements froze. The air in the room turned to ice in an instant.
"What...?"
"I'm not from this world. I came from another dimension, a faraway place you don't know. And now... my mission's complete. I have to go back."
It wasn't a lie. Just a truth she'd struggle to accept. Elina's pupils quaked like an earthquake. Confusion. Then terror. She pushed up from my chest and seized my shoulders.
"You're joking, right? This is a prank?"
"I'm serious."
"No!" She screamed. "You can't go! Never! You said you were my sword! You'd protect me! You're gonna abandon me? Throw me back into that hellish loneliness?!"
Thick tears splashed from her eyes. Not betrayal—fear. Without me, she'd be stripped bare in the heart of the enemy-filled North.
"That's an order! Don't go! Don't leave me!"
She clung to my neck like a vice. Nails dug into my skin. Obsession. The desperate thrashing of a broken doll who couldn't live without me. It was irresistibly sadistic.
I didn't pry her off. Instead, I gently stroked her back.
"It's not forever."
"Liar! Another dimension! If you go, it's over!"
"No. We can meet again. I'll call for you."
I met her gaze. "I have a power called Fate Summon. Even after I return to my world, I can bring you there."
"Summon...?"
Her eyes wavered. A flicker of hope, swiftly drowned in greater anxiety.
"Then... what about me? Can I call you?"
"...I'm sorry, but no. Only I can summon you."
A death sentence. Her face paled at the realization she couldn't reach me on her own. If I didn't call, she'd never see me again. Her fate rested entirely in my grasp.
"What if... you forget? What if you go and forget me... I'll wait forever and die?"
She shuddered, clawing at my clothes. To her, "waiting" was torture.
"I promise. I'll never forget."
I wiped her tears, whispering sweetly. "So wait for me. I'll summon you."
Her eyes glazed over at my words. Not a final goodbye, but a promise of reunion. With the cruel truth that I held all the power.
"Haa... haa... I believe you. I have to..."
She collapsed into my arms with a sigh of resignation and relief. But the anxiety lingered. Lips pressed to my chest, she murmured.
"Sigurd..."
"Yes."
"Before you go... leave something behind."
"What?"
She lifted her head. Tear-streaked eyes red-rimmed, brimming with sticky desire.
"Proof. A mark that I'm yours... deep inside my body. Etch it so it never fades."
She caressed her lower belly. "So even when you're gone... when you call me, my body remembers... Fill me up. Impregnate me."
This wasn't mere sex. It was a ritual for a "brand." Her pathological obsession demanded she carry my trace while waiting for an unknown summons.
I smirked. Quite the stimulating farewell gift. Then we'd do it somewhere fitting.
"Alright. But I choose the place?"
"Anywhere... as long as you're there..."
She was already my slave. I rose from bed, dressed, and gave her only a thin slip.
"Let's go. To sever your 'past' completely."
**
We arrived at the underground dungeon. Damp, frigid air. Elina shivered in her scant attire but never let go of my hand. Where I led didn't matter.
Only that I was by her side.
Clack... clack... Our footsteps shattered the silence. The deepest cell.
"Ugh..."
Leonhart Pantheon lay chained there. Days of torture and the pendant's echoes had half-maddened him. But sensing us, he looked up—eyes widening.
"G-Grand Duke...?"
He muttered in disbelief. Elina in a slip, neck marked with my fresh red kisses, dried cum visible between her thighs with every step. The picture of a bitch tamed by a stud.
"Sigurd? Why here...?"
Elina recoiled behind me, face twisting in disgust. His mere existence stressed her.
"The final ritual."
I opened the empty cell next to his. Bars between them—he'd see everything clearly.
"We'll do it here."
"What...?"
Leonhart's face drained of color in horror. Elina's eyes bulged in shock.
"Here...? With him watching...?"
"Don't you want to? Show him. Who you belong to. Whose body and soul are owned."
I whispered in her ear, slipping the strap off her shoulder. "By fucking you before his eyes... you'll be perfectly mine. Untouchable by anyone."
Mine. That word snapped her reason. Shame? Morality? Irrelevant. My will to possess her utterly ignited her.
"Yes... show him. Make it crystal clear who I belong to..."
She stripped herself. Her pale nakedness gleamed in the cold cell.
"No...! Don't! Please!!"
Leonhart rattled his chains, howling from the next cell. His idol baring herself, begging to mate. Worse than torture.
But Elina ignored him. Her eyes fixed only on me. I pinned her to the wall, facing him directly. Yet my form filled her vision.
"I'm going in."
No warmup—I rammed my raging cock between her secret folds.
Squelch—!
"Hnnngh...!"
Elina's head snapped back, moan echoing. Graphic sounds filled the tight space. Leonhart thrashed to look away, but I grinned at him. Then I started pumping.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Aahn! Haahn! Sigurd! So full... it feels so good!"
Her cries filled the dungeon. I glanced sideways at Leonhart while thrusting. His pants—torn fabric bulging desperately.
Can't hold back, huh?
I reached through the bars with one hand, infusing mana to unlock the chain on his left wrist.
Clink—!
His left arm fell free. He stared blankly, confused by the sudden freedom.
"Wh-what are...?"
"Freed you."
I gripped Elina's waist, slamming back in with a grunt. "Can't just watch, right? If you want to, go ahead. I permit it."
"What... bullshit...!"
"Not gonna? While the Grand Duke you've idolized forever drools on my dick?"
Smack—! Smack—!
I slurped her lips noisily on purpose. His cock twitched visibly at the sound.
"Guh...!"
Leonhart's freed hand trembled. Reason screamed to cover his ears, shut his eyes. But his gaze locked on Elina's red flesh devouring my cock. Foaming juices. Rippling white ass with each impact.
"Ugh..."
Instinct devoured reason. His left hand crept slowly—agonizingly slowly—to his crotch. Trembling like a sinner, he pulled out his cock.
"Haa... haa..."
Callused sword-hand gripped it. But he was a right-handed swordsman. Lifelong right-arm specialist—left hand barely managed a spoon.
Flop! Flick...
Awkward. Clumsy, rough strokes. Uneven stimulation from the unfamiliar touch. But the depravity overwhelmed it. He jerked pathetically with his left, hips bucking to Elina's moans.
"Pathetic sight, young master. Sword prodigy, but dick-handling? Amateur hour."
My mockery flushed him crimson with shame.
"Shut... shut up...! Ngh, Grand Duke... Grand Duke...!"
He sped up, calling her name. But the off-hand slipped constantly, failing to grip properly. That fumbling wank looked pitiful.
"Aahn! Sigurd! Deeper! More!"
Elina clawed my back, wailing. Her cry was the spark.
"Hnnngh!"
Flick! Flick! Flick—!
Just three or four strokes. Unshakable excitement, alien hand, shame—he hit his pathetic limit.
"C-cumming...! Uwaaaah!"
Splurt—! Spluuurt—!
Thin semen dribbled weakly from his tip. No arc—just messy on the floor and his thighs.
"Haa... haa..."
He gaped at his spent mess, dazed. Premie. Idolized woman railed while he fumbled left-handed and blew in seconds. He felt his utter ruin bone-deep.
"Puhahaha!"
I burst out laughing. "What was that? Bunny couldn't hop harder? Sword swings like a pro, but can't manage your own blade?"
"......"
He hung his head, silent. Humiliation tears dripped.
"Great show, young master."
I snickered, spreading Elina's legs wide over my shoulders. His mind was dust. Time to finish her off for good.
"Who's your master?"
"You! You're my master! Sigurd's my lord!"
"What's he?"
"Don't know! Beast! Worm! Ignore him! Look at me! Love only me!"
High on pleasure, she delivered the killshot. Leonhart's eyes lost focus. Mouth agape, he stared blankly at our union. Shock froze his brain.
I lifted one of Elina's legs, exposing her deepest spot to him. My cock churning her red folds in and out. Dripping foamy nectar.
"See? How greedily the 'noble' Grand Duke's pussy devours my cock."
"Ugh... ughhh..."
Drool leaked from Leonhart's mouth. His pants darkened. Instinct reacted amid despair. He panted like a beast, erect on his own downfall.
"Haak! So deep! Womb... hitting my womb!"
Elina raked my back. Her walls clenched to devour me. Anxiety and possessiveness fused in manic grip.
"Before you go... leave it...! All of you...!"
She begged. I seized her hips for the final sprint.
Slap—! Slap—! Slam!
"Cumming!"
Spluuuuur—!
Hot seed blasted her womb depths. Her body arched. Electric ecstasy. Gut-filling heat drew a euphoric scream.
"Kyaaaaah—! It's in! So hot! Knock me up! I wanna get pregnant!"
She locked her legs, squeezing tighter. Not a drop to escape.
I panted, peering past her shoulder. Leonhart slumped, blankly eyeing his own creampied mess. Total defeat. Body, heart, pride—stolen clean.
"I love you... Sigurd... don't go..."
Elina whimpered in my arms. No longer Northern Grand Duke. Just my cum-dump bitch, sated.
I kissed her forehead without pulling out. "I promised. I'll call you back."
"Yeah... I'll wait. Quietly... raising your child while I wait..."
She believed utterly. Pregnancy off, no baby—but she'd swell with phantom joy.
I drank in this hellish cell one last time. Elina's obsessive gaze. Leonhart's hollow stare in the corner.
Farewell, North.
My vision blurred. The hunt in this dimension was done.