Ravishing the Unconscious Demon Queen
"Grrraah... this is insane..! Nothing like jerking off...!"
Kang Minwoo plunged his cock all the way into Ernate's pussy without holding back. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the sensation in silence. A strange sense of awe washed over him.
"To think I went past thirty without ever knowing this feeling... fuck... I can't hold back...!"
Not that he was bragging, but aside from one trip to a brothel, Minwoo had zero experience with women. His lifelong partner had always been his right hand, just like any other lonely guy. But now, he was experiencing a completely new world. Ernate's ripe, mature pussy was more than enough to open new horizons for him.
"Hah... hah...!"
Before he knew it, he was unconsciously shaking his hips wildly. His unfamiliar movements quickly made his waist ache, but that didn't slow him down one bit. He poured every ounce of focus into chasing pure physical pleasure.
"Grr... I'm gonna cum already..! Feels like I'm a total premature ejaculator...!"
With solo masturbation, he could control the pace as much as he wanted. But right now, Minwoo had no such luxury. The thought of taking it slow didn't even cross his mind. Savored leisurely? That idea alone felt like an extravagant, blasphemous luxury.
In the end, less than a minute after starting, an intense urge to ejaculate surged through him.
"Hah... hah..! Fuck it... I don't care..! Cumming...!"
There was no thought of holding back. If this woman woke up now, he'd probably be dead meat. But in this moment, even that didn't matter to Minwoo. Unbeknownst to him, ever since arriving in this bizarre place, he'd been acting bolder than usual. What would have been a serious crime back home? He didn't give a damn. He just pumped his seed deep into Ernate's pussy.
Subconsciously, he must have sensed this was a world utterly different from the one he'd known.
"Nngh...!"
A massive load, way more than usual. His semen kept gushing endlessly, leaking out past her entrance. Minwoo's hips trembled as he squeezed out every last drop into her depths.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting heavily, Minwoo collapsed onto her body. He buried his face in her voluptuous breasts, reveling in their softness as he basked in the afterglow. He'd mercilessly unloaded into a defenseless demon woman of unknown origins. The thought filled him with an overwhelming sense of conquest.
"Haha... I really went and did it..."
Maybe it was the post-nut clarity kicking in, but Minwoo suddenly felt the weight of what he'd done. Who the hell was this woman? From her earlier appearance, she was no ordinary person. Like that puddle of blood that used to be a monster, he might end up the same. His chest tightened at the thought.
"Fuck... whatever. Life's too short anyway..! Just do it and see what happens!"
Despite his words, Minwoo had lived his whole life as a timid everyman. But right now, he looked braver than anyone.
"Might as well go all in!"
Still kneading her breasts, his cock regained its vigor. Rising again, Minwoo straddled her stomach this time. Naturally, his shaft slipped between her twin peaks.
"Always wanted to try this..."
The dream of men with busty lovers. The holy grail known as titfucking—or paizuri. Minwoo was about to make it reality.
"Up close, the size is just ridiculous..."
How many cups was this? I? J? Even to Minwoo, who knew next to nothing about bra sizes, it looked enormous. His not-insubstantial cock vanished between her tits, with only the tip peeking out.
He savored the softness—different from her pussy—and began slow thrusts.
"Hyah... this is killer in its own way... the visual impact is unreal."
Truth be told, paizuri wasn't as pleasurable as people hyped. Breasts lacked the gripping tightness of a pussy. But the conquest of dominating those tits, plus the sight of them jiggling? That stroked a man's ego like nothing else. And for Minwoo, everything was a first—he couldn't not love it.
"Hoo... it's building... bit by bit..!"
His hips sped up. Squeezing her breasts together until they deformed, he thrust harder.
"Here it... comes..!"
As climax approached, he realized at this angle, he'd splatter her face. He'd already creampied her plenty, so whatever—but if she woke later, better no evidence. Quick as a flash, he stood, grabbed her horns, and pulled her head forward. The tip pressed to her lips.
"Nngh..!"
Splurt! The moment her mouth engulfed the head, semen erupted. Less than before, but still a hefty load flooded her throat. For the unconscious Ernate, it was like lightning from a clear sky.
"Cleanup's a pain, so I went inside... hope it doesn't matter..."
Even unconscious, her body reacted. Gulp. A swallowing sound came from her throat as his cum slid neatly down.
"Phew... feels great..."
Two back-to-back orgasms left Minwoo utterly satisfied. But with that came returning sanity. Post-nut clarity again.
Now what?
Worry crept in.
"Tch... won't help much, but..."
He decided to redress her. Traces wouldn't vanish, but better than nothing.
"Hah... I came buckets, even for me..."
Repositioning her bottoms, he sighed. Semen from the creampie oozed out, staining her entrance. Her purple skin made the white contrast stark. He wiped it roughly with his hand and pulled her pants up. She'd feel sticky when she woke, but oh well.
"Upper part back to normal too..."
As he spoke, his hands wandered back to groping her breasts. Beyond lust, the feel was addictive—like petting a beloved animal.
"Still no sign of waking, even after all that."
No sleeping pills or anything. Normal people would stir. By now, Minwoo genuinely worried for the woman—though kneading her tits kinda undermined that.
"Time to really stop. This could go on forever."
Finally pulling his hands away, he tugged up her dress top and grabbed the discarded armor pieces to finish dressing her.
"Huh..? How the hell does this go on..?"
Taking it off was easy. Putting it back? Nightmare. The dress was simple—just reposition. But the armor had no visible clasps.
It was mana-held, but Minwoo had no clue.
"Damn... like this..? Ngh..."
As he wrestled with the armor—
"D-Demon King! What is the meaning of... this..!"
A young girl's voice from behind froze him solid. Sweat beading, Minwoo turned. In the empty tower chamber—blonde hair, red eyes— a girl glared daggers at him.
Siola instantly regretted her rashness. She should have ambushed quietly... but she'd blurted out, alerting the man.
She had no choice, though. The scene was too shocking to stay calm.
Her revered Demon King lay helplessly on the cold stone floor. The man—summoned from another world, she guessed—stood unscathed.
Siola knew what that meant, whether she liked it or not.
'This guy... he's strong!'