The Curse of Desire
The Curse of Desire.
A hex I'd never even heard of.
Like I'd said, hexes came with a staggering variety of effects, so running into one I didn't recognize was hardly strange. Or it could just as easily have been one of the settings I'd packed into this playthrough.
"It's called the Curse of Desire. Doesn't look like his life's in any danger."
"Wait, hold on. Soira, since when can you use Appraisal Magic?"
"I've got a decent amount of mana, so I picked it up."
The truth was I'd just read it off the status function. No reason to correct them, though. Appraisal Magic it was.
"Anyway. It maximizes one of his desires. If we leave it, he'll go insane."
"I-Insane?"
Heavier than I'd expected, apparently. Luon and Sophie both looked horrified.
Sophie was the first to pull herself together. Maybe being a hunter's daughter had taught her how to stay calm, because she recovered quickly and picked the solution right out of my words.
"If we leave it, you said? Then if we... satisfy the desire..."
Sophie couldn't finish the sentence.
Kiven was still down on one knee, his face twisted in pain even though this wasn't the kind of curse that inflicted any. Depending on how you looked at it, that posture could just as easily have been him hunching over to hide something. And Sophie wasn't so young that she didn't know what a man's most ordinary desire was.
Her face went scarlet. She dropped her gaze.
"..."
Watching her, Luon seemed to catch on as well. He opened his mouth to say something, then just fidgeted, unable to get a word out.
Nothing for it. I'd have to take the lead here.
"Well? Kiven. Any idea which desire it is?"
"......"
He couldn't get the words out either. But if it hadn't been what we were thinking, he wouldn't have just sat there taking the misunderstanding without trying to clear it up — which meant we were right.
Lust.
I looked around at the three of them. Luon had lost the ability to speak. Sophie didn't know what to do with herself. And Kiven was hanging on by a thread, fighting something with everything he had.
This was where their lack of experience showed. Leave it and he'd lose his reason and go berserk. "Insane" wasn't an exaggeration. And yet here we were, burning time because their childhood friend was about to snap and the desire in question was just too embarrassing to name.
But who was I to blame them? I was the one who'd decided to bring these kids along in the first place. So I'd have to take responsibility, wouldn't I?
And I'm allowed to take responsibility... right?
"Haa..."
I let out a sigh, as if I had no other choice, and pointed at Sophie and Luon.
"Sophie, Luon. You two wait outside."
"Uh — wait. Soira, what about you?"
"What else? I can't just let Kiven go insane. I've got to do something."
I'd phrased it vaguely, but nobody here was confused about what that meant.
"Do something? You — that's..."
"You think I'm thrilled about this? Fine, you want to do it instead? Then get Sophie out of here. Now."
I wasn't the only person here who could satisfy Kiven's desire. Sophie was a girl too. Hell, from the looks of it Kiven had a thing for her, which made her even more qualified than me. They both seemed to understand why I was telling Luon to take her outside anyway.
"...Thanks."
In the end, Luon bowed his head with a complicated look, took Sophie by the wrist, and led her out of the cave.
Honestly. What would they have done without this big sister around?
But.
Sorry.
I lied.
I was enjoying this situation more than anything. My heart was pounding like crazy. Of course it was. This was the scenario I'd dreamed of.
I was stronger than Kiven. That was an unshakable fact. But look at the situation now. To break the curse on him, Kiven and I had to have sex. Meaning I was being situationally forced into a sexual act by someone weaker than me. Coercion I couldn't refuse.
It's perfect. This is exactly the kind of situation I wanted.
I fought to keep the corners of my mouth from curling up, masking it with a desperate performance as I walked over to Kiven.
"There. Everyone's gone. It's just us now."
"......?"
But Kiven was already at his limit just holding on. He'd been concentrating so hard he couldn't even hear what was happening around him, and all I got back was a blank, uncomprehending look.
Explaining it all over again from the top would be a pain. I decided to just act first.
"S-Soira?! What are you—!"
The moment I grabbed him between the legs, Kiven let out a startled cry.
If I'd been a sadist, that reaction alone might have been enough to get me going. But if I had to pick a side, I was a masochist. I ignored him and pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Whoa..."
Was this even a human cock?
Even allowing for a little exaggeration, it was about as thick as my forearm. The head was so swollen you'd want to measure it in inches, and the veins stood out in grotesque, bulging ridges. The curse had pumped the spongy tissue to the brink of bursting, so this was probably a size even Kiven had never seen on himself — but even without the curse, a cock this big would have been a monster.
"Soira, I'm — it's fine, I don't — ngh?"
He was still trying to talk nonsense, so I shut him up by squeezing his cock hard. He needed to remember that his most vulnerable part was in my hand right now.
"Quit the nonsense and just enjoy your big sister."
I pressed myself against him from behind. My breasts mashed against his broad back, and I felt them flatten. Kiven flinched — he'd felt them too. I reached around, wrapped my hands around his cock, and started stroking hard, back and forth. It was so huge that one hand took too long to make a full pass, so I had to use both.
"Nnh... ngh..."
Little by little, pre-cum started leaking from the slit.
My left hand kept stroking while I smeared the pre-cum across my right palm and used it to rub his glans. Sometimes I sealed the opening with my palm and swirled. Sometimes I dragged my fingers from the ridge of the head all the way to the tip, like I was peeling it. Sometimes I gently swept the sensitive underside just below the head. Every time I switched techniques, he twitched a little, trying to hold the pleasure in, and it was almost cute.
Even while my right hand worked his glans, my left never stopped. I kept varying the pressure so he couldn't get used to it. Soft — just enough grip to slide the skin. Then hard — squeezing from the root like I meant to wring the spongy tissue dry, dragging all the way up to just beneath the head.
Even under that relentless assault, his cock stayed rock-hard and refused to come easily. The thought of what it would feel like inside me was enough to get me wet, even though all I'd done was touch him. Couldn't be helped.
I kept rotating techniques. This time I gently cupped his balls with my left hand. They were huge, matching the rest of him, and I massaged the heavy sac carefully so it wouldn't hurt, feeling his testicles shift and roll under my fingers.
If I just wanted to milk him, I wouldn't need all this fuss — a finger in his ass to hit the prostate would do it. But a lot of guys were mentally opposed to that, and more importantly, it wouldn't be any fun for me. Rejected.
I cycled through a few more techniques, and it wasn't long before his cock started swelling even further. The telltale sign of an orgasm building. It ballooned so much I genuinely wondered if it was going to burst — but even after I stroked him through that state several times, he still wouldn't come.
This bastard is holding it in.
Whether he wanted to enjoy my hands a little longer or felt bad about coming, it was just getting in the way.
"Hey. I can tell your cock's about to explode, so just come already."
At this rate it was going to take forever, so I put my lips to his ear and whispered.
"...Kh!"
That little push must have been the trigger, because he finally came hard in my hands. The semen shot out with such force I could find traces of it a good three feet away.
"Hah. Holding it in just made it take longer. Well? Feeling any better?"
I was about to wipe the load covering my hands when something occurred to me.
I was pretty sure I'd set it so that semen tasted good under the Pupil Worldview settings. Was that actually true?
I stuck out my tongue and gave it a little lick.
The slick texture was still there, but it wasn't fishy at all — there was even a faint sweetness to it. If I had to compare it to something... maple sap with sugar stirred in? On the question of whether it tasted good or not, it definitely landed on the good side.
"...Hah. I've got a lot I want to say, but first — thank..."
Kiven started to thank me, then froze mid-sentence when he saw what I was doing. And then his cock slowly rose again. It hadn't so much gone soft after that first shot as lost a bit of steam — and now it was fully hard again, right back to how it started.
"What, one round wasn't enough? You should've said so."
I wrapped my hand around his shaft again.
"N-No, that's because you — what are you doing?!"
I dropped to my knees in front of him, bringing my eyes level with his waist.
"You take too long to come. Let's speed this up."
As I said it, I opened my mouth wide and showed him the inside. Any guy would know what that meant. A signal that I was about to put his cock in this warm, wet mouth.
Kiven didn't say a word, but his cock twitched in response.
"Alright then..."
Mmph.
I opened my mouth and went for the head, but I misjudged it. It was so big my depth perception went weird. I was supposed to take it in my mouth and instead I face-planted into it — a full-on collision of lips on cock.
I tried again and got it in my mouth. That slick taste. There was still leftover cum from just now, and the pre-cum tasted about the same.
"Mmh..."
This was probably his first blowjob. Kiven shuddered at the hot, enveloping sensation — but I wasn't exactly composed either.
The thought that had just hit me. Wait. That lip collision just now. Didn't I just kiss his cock? I've never kissed anyone with this character. I gave my first kiss... to a dick?
The moment that thought landed, something clenched tight in my lower belly, and a sensation started climbing my spine. Ah. This. I haven't even been touched. Just from the thought, I was already—
"Mmph~♥♥"
The instant that something reached my head along my spine, electricity shot from my lower belly out through my arms and legs. I came. A light, helpless climax.
He didn't notice, right? My mouth was completely full, so the moan shouldn't have leaked out. Even for me, coming from a thought alone was a little embarrassing. Luckily, Kiven was too focused on his own pleasure to notice me trembling.
What a good boy. I'd give him a little extra service.
It was far too big for my mouth, so sucking down the shaft was impossible — but the head alone was plenty. I knew the sensitive spots were concentrated in the glans. I'd read it on the internet.
I pooled saliva in my mouth and sucked on the head like I was trying to pull it off. Everything that fit inside, I worked over with my tongue, washing every last corner.
Compared to my hands, I couldn't use any grip strength, so the stimulation might have been lacking. But guys were supposed to like blowjobs more than handjobs, right? Luckily, that knowledge turned out to be true. Kiven's second orgasm didn't take long at all.
He came so suddenly I couldn't spit out the load that flooded my mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow. Good thing it tasted like maple sap — I didn't feel any real aversion.
And when Kiven saw that, he once again...
After that, I got to taste maple sap two more times.