Endurance and Revelations
I lay crushed beneath the weight of his upper body as he collapsed forward, my womb greedily accepting every heavy spurt of semen along with the vital energy that came with it. He had held back for so long that the volume was extraordinary, flooding me completely.
He kept me pinned in his arms, lost in the ecstasy of release. Only after his climax subsided did he lean down to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. We shared a deep, lingering kiss while he remained buried inside me, savoring the afterglow together.
When he finally pulled his lips away and sat up, he kneaded my breasts and spoke in a satisfied voice.
"Oh my, thank you."
"I'm glad to hear that. It was forced on you?"
For someone who had accepted the role against his will, he had shown no signs of it when we first met. I hadn't noticed at all.
"I had no idea. You didn't show the slightest hint."
"How responsible of you."
Unlike me, who simply obeyed orders without question, his sense of duty and commitment to the task was admirable.
While we chatted lightly, I grabbed his still-buried body and flipped him onto the bed with a quick twist. His eyes widened in surprise—he clearly hadn't expected to be lifted and repositioned so easily.
"Shall we enjoy ourselves properly now? I expect you to last as well as you boasted."
Considerate sex had its charms, but it was too relaxed and lacked intensity. Given his personality, expecting rough play seemed unlikely, so I decided to take charge. I climbed on top and began rolling my hips with purpose.
Slap! Slap!
"Hehe, don't be so dramatic with that big body and thick cock. Ahhn~"
He seemed uneasy watching me balance on my legs and shake my ass while holding back his pleasure. His large hands, big enough to wrap almost entirely around my slender waist, steadied me.
With that support, I could move more freely. I employed every skilled technique I knew, milking his cock with practiced precision. He gasped in pleasure, letting out admiring moans as he enjoyed my expertise.
Every time his cock sank deep enough to bulge my lower belly, he pressed his thumb firmly against the protrusion.
"Hngh, I had to create space for pregnancy. It couldn't be helped."
"I was originally human before the modifications. Hngh~"
He kept talking deliberately to delay his climax, but despite his efforts he couldn't hold out. He came again quickly. I clenched tightly around his pulsing cock and kept moving my hips without pause. His eyes squeezed shut as his entire body tensed.
After shuddering in pleasure for a moment, he panted out,
"Hehe. Men or women, if you keep stimulating them during orgasm they lose their minds. Still feels good, doesn't it?"
Most men, especially Blackmen, tended to keep thrusting to satisfy their own lust even while their partner climaxed. On the other hand, they usually stopped moving entirely when they themselves came. Men who had experienced continued stimulation during their own orgasm were surprisingly rare.
"Later you'll get addicted and want it all the time. Now, let's keep going."
I ignored his strained plea and milked him several more times. I savored the exquisite taste of his semen and vital energy filling my womb.
As promised, he endured twelve consecutive orgasms. I gradually infused his cock with vital energy and asked,
"How about it? Shall we stop here?"
"Kyaa~"
My teasing act seemed to work. He sprang up in frustration, flipped me onto my stomach, and began thrusting into me fiercely from behind.
"Ahhn! Too hard!"
Smack!
The effect of my provocation was clear. The previously polite man began spanking my ass with his open palm. His thrusts grew rougher, exactly how I liked it.
Smack!
"Ouch!"
He suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, arching my spine. Ah, now I can really enjoy this.
Pang! Pang!
I clenched my pussy in time with the sound of our flesh colliding, losing myself in the pleasure. Having shifted my focus away from acting and toward pure enjoyment, the sex felt even better.
After that, we continued passionately. With the help of my vital energy he came six more times before finally surrendering first, collapsing in exhaustion. Over eighteen ejaculations had clearly been a heavy burden even for a strong Blackman. He lay there with a slightly haggard face, breathing hard.
I sucked his spent cock clean, rolling his heavy balls in my hand while sending more vital energy into him to help him recover. Then I lay down beside him.
Our intense session had filled the small room with the distinctive scent of sex, and the refreshing pheromones drifting from his body tickled my nose.
"Hehe. I lost the spar, but I won at sex."
"Even so, I made you surrender by hitting your weakness. A loss is a loss. Hmm~ Generally full-body prostheses do have good stamina, but their energy efficiency is correspondingly poor. You have to consume far more than you expend."
In my case, my succubus nature gave me extreme energy efficiency. Normally, higher output meant dramatically higher consumption. Unlike androids that ran on chemical fuel, full-body prostheses used bio-fuel, which required enormous amounts of food. Even the man who had once been a god ate my portion and still devoured huge quantities to replenish himself. The same was true for Sister Uriel. I, who ate less than an average person despite being a full-body prosthesis, was the abnormal one.
While these thoughts ran through my mind, Jadin's hands wandered across my body, kneading every inch. He seemed to like all of me, but he was especially fond of the curve from my breasts to my waist and pelvis. He touched that line more than anywhere else.
"You really like the waist, don't you?"
"Hehe~"
He continued speaking as he gently stroked from my neck down across my breasts, waist, and hips. In other words, he preferred the body of an excellent breeding female. A perfectly ordinary preference for a strong male.
"Whenever there's time during operations, I'll relieve you."
Even if he wanted to appear dignified, the unit consisted entirely of dolls with only Jadin as a human. There were no subordinates to impress.
"There's no one but you in the unit to show that dignity to, Jadin."
"I thought I was doing a decent job of acting military. Was I wrong?"
I had been modeling my behavior on information from Sister Uriel and other data, but apparently Jadin had noticed some awkwardness.
"Open?"
I tilted my head, genuinely confused about what the issue was.
"That's true. I heard the principle is to never involve personal feelings."
From former Xenuma soldiers who had visited me, I had learned that their female soldiers treated the act purely as duty, resulting in cold, mechanical sex. That was probably why they visited Eden so often.
"Hmm..."
He continued offering opinions while lazily kneading my breasts. He seemed particularly concerned about the sexual relief duties, wary of the unit gaining a reputation as prostitutes rather than soldiers performing a necessary battlefield function.
"I'll instruct them to handle sexual relief more formally from now on. You're from another country, yet you care so much."
Hmm. His country as well...
"Speaking of which, what kind of person are you, Jadin? From what I've gathered, your status seems quite high."
He stared at me for a moment, then a playful smile spread across his face. Instead of answering, he leaned in for a deep kiss. After pulling back, he stroked my hair and said,
"Eh... So you're a prince?"
"Goodness, you're even higher status than I imagined."
Since he was close to Havid, I had assumed he belonged to another prominent family. I never expected him to be from the royal house itself.
"Hehe~ We're similar then."
In my own case, I had somehow ended up with status in Eden's ruling class, yet unlike my sisters or Maria I possessed little real power. Even my current position commanding the reinforcements was something my sisters had ordered me to do.
"From our perspective Dabiwana is the new continent, but... well, it depends on your point of view. That aside, why did you accept the adjutant position? You could have refused."
"If you lived with Havid, you must know Sister Kyubey well too."
I would have called her a total slut rather than merely open, but from the look on his face it seemed that even man-hungry Sister Kyubey had refrained from touching her husband's important connections.
We lay side by side, talking about ourselves, until he yawned.
"Alright. Hngh~ Haa. Good night."
Enveloped in the relaxing pheromones, I closed my eyes and drifted off contentedly.
After our passionate night, we stayed one more day to finish the supply work. During that time Jadin's attitude toward me changed completely. The slightly businesslike demeanor he'd shown before was replaced by a warm, attentive manner—as if I were his woman.
The most obvious change was the way he used a nickname and treated me with casual familiarity, like a real friend.
"I'm not sure. This is my first time in Xenuma too."
He had shortened Elisha to Eli as a pet name. Since it was the same name I had used as a mare, every time I heard it I felt a strange twinge.
In such an isolated place it was unrealistic to expect proper meals, but what we were eating was genuinely terrible. I simply nodded.
REPORT
Sexual relief mission extension request received.
"Oh, we've received a request to extend the sexual relief mission."
"Once our unit leaves, they don't know when they'll be able to hold a woman again. They probably just want a little more."
Beyond the fortress walls, monsters that had regrouped overnight swarmed along the riverbank. The river was wide, deep, and fast-flowing, so they still couldn't cross—keeping us safe—but it also meant we couldn't leave the fortress.
"Let's continue until tonight and depart first thing tomorrow. The next destination needs urgent resupply. We can't delay any longer."
"Okay. Thank you."
After Jadin left, having forced down the rest of his meal, I tidied the room. On my way to the cafeteria carrying the tray, I passed soldiers chatting happily with the dolls and exchanged greetings with them.