The Drug's Effect (3)
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. The empty room at the end of the second-floor corridor in the viscount’s estate became a completely sealed chamber.
“Haa… Haa…” Hans leaned against the wall, chest heaving. His vision had gone crimson. Reason? That had evaporated long ago in the face of the powerful chemical called Bull’s Strength. Only raw instinct remained, ruling his mind.
“Mari… I… I feel like I’m going to die…” Hans growled like a beast. The front of his trousers strained obscenely, the buttons threatening to burst at any moment.
Mari approached with a look of open disgust. “Stop whining. No one is dying.” With practiced efficiency she unbuckled his belt. “What exactly did you do with the young lady in there to end up in this state?”
“Well…”
“Never mind. I’ll remove your pants.” Mari clicked her tongue and yanked both trousers and underwear down in one swift motion.
Thump! The massive, suppressed monster sprang free with obvious relief.
“……!” Mari’s eyes widened. This was not normal. Thick blue veins bulged and throbbed along the shaft, while the glans had swollen to a furious, purplish red.
“This… is no different from a beast’s cock,” Mari muttered, swallowing dryly. If she sent him to the young lady in this condition, the result would not be a romance novel but a sordid 19+ tale of violation.
“I must… deal with this immediately.” Without hesitation Mari dropped to her knees before him. She gripped the thick pillar with both hands and opened her mouth at once.
“Mmph!” It was enormous. The pressure threatened to dislocate her jaw. Mari squeezed her eyes shut and began to move her head. Slurp. Suck. Gluck. Her tongue coiled around the scorching glans while the soft insides of her cheeks squeezed the shaft. A purely mechanical, businesslike act of extraction.
“Ugh—Mari! Your teeth… your teeth are scraping!”
“Be quiet… and finish quickly…” The words came out muffled around the massive intrusion. Mari paid no attention and increased her pace, her head bobbing fiercely up and down.
“Grrraaagh!” Perhaps because his lust had already reached its limit while groping the lady’s breasts earlier, the moment Mari’s hot throat enveloped him the suppressed climax surged upward with terrifying speed. For Hans, who had been teetering on the edge, Mari’s devoted service was like throwing oil on a raging fire.
“It’s—coming! Ugh!”
Spurt! Spurtt! Spluuurt!
Hans’s back arched like a drawn bow as thick, burning semen slammed deep into Mari’s throat. Far thicker and hotter than usual, the heavy clumps poured out endlessly. Mari frowned at the crushing pressure against her uvula.
“Urk… ugh…!” The fishy, sticky taste flooded her mouth. No matter how many times she swallowed, the sheer volume kept coming, forcing her throat to bob frantically. When some threatened to spill from the corner of her lips, Mari took him even deeper and sucked with desperate intensity, determined to waste not a single drop.
Gulp. Gulp.
Only after Hans’s convulsions finally eased did Mari pull away. Strings of white saliva and semen dangled from her lips. She licked them clean with clinical detachment, then regarded his still-rigid cock with cold eyes.
Yet—
“Huh…?” Even after ejaculating, Hans’s member showed no sign of softening. On the contrary, the stimulation seemed to ignite the drug further; it reared up again, harder and more ferocious than before.
Hans’s gaze had gone completely glassy. “Mari… more… give me more…” He seized her shoulders. The strength in his grip was no joke.
“Let go! You just finished, didn’t you!”
“No… it’s not over… it’s not enough…” Far from any refractory period, Hans had become an even hungrier beast.
Cold sweat beaded on Mari’s forehead. With my mouth… it won’t be enough. The drug was too potent. If she let him leave now, an incident was guaranteed. It was only a matter of time before he fell upon Lady Elise. Mari hesitated for a brief second. But she was a professional. For her mistress, and to contain this situation—
“……It cannot be helped.”
With calm resolve she stood. She hiked her maid uniform skirt all the way to her waist, slipped off her plain white panties, and tossed them aside. Then she turned, braced her hands on the edge of the bed, and bent forward.
“Hurry… finish quickly and leave. There is no time.”
Her pale, rounded buttocks were presented to him without defense. Before she could finish speaking—
“Grrrr…” Hans let out a feral growl and lunged. He seized her plump rear with both hands, fingers digging in hard.
“Nngh!” Without aiming, he rammed forward.
Squelch—!
“Aahk…!” Mari’s head snapped back. Terrible pain. A tearing agony ripped through her as her maidenhead gave way and crimson blood trickled down her thighs.
“It hurts…! You insane—!”
Mari screamed, but Hans did not stop. Like a bull that had lost all reason he hammered his hips forward. Smack! Smack! Smack! The wet sounds of flesh colliding filled the room.
Mari bit her lip hard, trying to swallow her cries. As expected… this is horrible. The tearing pain lanced through her lower belly. She had always scorned sex as a base, unpleasant act after hearing how her fellow maids were used and discarded by nobles for coin. It was exactly as she had imagined—filthy, painful, nothing but an uncomfortable foreign intrusion.
But.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Hans’s thrusts showed no sign of slowing. Each time his drug-fueled, overwhelming masculinity ruthlessly churned her insides, that brutish texture scraping her inner walls began, little by little, to change something. From beneath the pain, an unidentifiable, strange heat began to bloom.
Why… why is my body growing hot? Her mind still resisted, yet her body was already betraying her. The electric sensation that jolted all the way to her skull with every thrust slowly gnawed away at her firm disgust. It should have been filthy and horrible, yet the heavy, pounding impacts against the deepest part of her womb gradually transformed into a pleasure she could barely endure.
“Mmm… ngh…!” Out of pride Mari clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Yet her hips had already begun to move on their own, pushing back to meet his savage rhythm, seeking even deeper contact. The cool, flawless mask of the maid shattered completely. In its place remained only the primal instinct of a female surrendering to an overwhelmingly superior male.
“I’m—cumming! Please… please hurry…!”
Hans continued to pound without pause in that same position. As if the previous release had never happened, another surge of hot fluid slammed heavily against the entrance of her womb.
Spurrrt! It was the second ejaculation since the oral one. Yet the madness of Bull’s Strength still boiled through his veins. The drug allowed no relaxation afterward; his cock only pulsed harder, mercilessly battering her inner walls.
“Ah, uwaah…! Ahn! S-stop…!”
Mari’s pleading screams only fueled his frenzy. Panting like a wild animal, he never slowed his mechanical pistoning. Wave after wave of burning semen flooded her belly with scalding heat.
The third, then the fourth. Even after pouring and pouring, the endless flood of life essence layered thickly inside her depths.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Inside the empty room the dull, brutal sounds of flesh colliding echoed without end.
Hans breathed like a beast, gripping Mari’s generous ass with both hands as he savagely drove his hips. Despite having released multiple times already, his cock—far from softening—had only grown more ferocious under the drug’s influence, stretching and ravaging her narrow passage.
“Haa, ngh! Ah, aahng!”
Clinging to the edge of the bed, Mari ground her hips back against him in time with the brutal rhythm that crushed her most sensitive spot. Shame had long since been crushed beneath overwhelming pleasure.
Then Hans’s entire body suddenly locked rigid. The drug surged through his bulging veins in one final, violent surge. With reason completely severed, he seized Mari’s waist and hurled her onto the center of the bed.
“Aahk…!”
Before she could regain her balance, he was on top of her, flipping her onto her back. He spread her legs wide, pushed her knees all the way to her chest, and drove his cock straight back into her soaked folds.
“Ah, aaaahng—!”
The merciless impacts burned her mind white. Surrendering completely to the beast-like pounding, Mari screamed in ecstasy. She no longer resisted. Instead she instinctively wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, while her arms clung desperately around his neck.
“Hans… Hans…!”
Her pleading moans only whipped his madness higher. Panting like a wild animal, Hans never stopped thrusting. Smack, smack. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as their mingled sweat rained onto the sheets.
At last he drove himself to the deepest point, crushing against her cervix, and unleashed a torrent of hot semen like a bursting dam. The sheer volume that gushed from his convulsing cock was unreal. Only after the overflowing white fluid began to backflow, soaking her thighs and the sheets in a sticky mess, did his frenzied movements finally begin to slow.
“Haa… Haa…”
Though the drug was supposed to last forty-eight hours, the excessive strain from the previous night combined with this final rampage had finally exhausted its fury. Hans collapsed on top of Mari’s body, utterly spent, and sank deep into the fog of a profound refractory period.