Satisfaction. Or Moving Forward - 5
"Good, good. Ungh, Master's cock. So big, enormously huge, my belly keeps throbbing, I love it, I loooove itttt..."
The familiar sensation of her pussy clenching tightly around my cock washed over me. The kind of pussy that guaranteed happiness with every thrust—no way it could ever feel anything but amazing. Reliable as hell.
From the moment An Sua slipped into this outfit—no, from the second she picked the 'Clothing Store Unlocked at Sex Slave Level' as our destination—I'd been craving that sensation. Someone who eats rice every day can't help imagining its perfect chewiness and subtle sweetness. Just seeing steam billow from a pressure cooker gets you excited for that fresh, warm bite. Same deal for me, holding An Sua almost daily—I couldn't not picture the feel of her pussy.
Not overly tight, but never loose enough to disappoint. The perfect fit that molds right to my cock's shape and milks it just right. So familiar, so comfortable, it never once let me down.
"Hngh, hee, ung, cock, gimme more cock..."
As I'd grown used to her pussy, An Sua had gotten just as accustomed to my cock—and my personality. No apologies from her. No shame over not "servicing" me with some technique. She just enjoyed it. Showing shamelessly how good my cock made her feel, praising it without restraint.
"Raw cock, veins pounding deep into my pussy, ungh, my womb's throbbinggg... Master's cock is so powerful, I can't think straight..."
I thrust and thrust. I slammed her body against the wall like a battering ram, driving An Sua relentlessly with my cock.
"Euuuuung..."
She didn't hold back a bit, moaning nonstop. I showed no mercy, ravaging her. With one leg thrust sky-high—a view impossible in normal positions—I savored the muscles rippling inside her thighs, trailing down to her dainty foot.
"Master, ungh, yooours... My pussy's magic. Maaaagic... Gonna cast a spell to make Master's cock suuuuper happy!!!"
No matter how I sliced it, she was the one obsessed with magic, but that didn't make her pussy any less incredible. Watching An Sua writhe in ecstasy? Pretty damn satisfying.
"Euuuuuuung!!!"
I plunged my cock to her deepest depths. Our bodies naturally pressed close. Face to her shaking face, I claimed her soft lips with mine.
"Euuuung..."
Savoring An Sua's gorgeous face and plush lips, I unleashed my load straight into her womb—her innermost sanctum.
"Heeeeeeung..."
We froze like that for a moment. But we weren't done.
"Cute."
One load down, but my lust raged on. I lowered her outstretched leg and hoisted her entire body up.
"Euuung..."
The nun who'd braced herself with one shoulder against the wall now supported her weight on both shoulders and upper back. I'd scooped her up, draping both legs over my shoulders.
"Ravish... me."
At some point, I stopped asking permission. No announcing creampies or position changes. She always took it, and asking obvious yeses felt like wasting time. Just like she'd quit her pointless "I should serve you..." bullshit to save my time, I'd dropped the "This okay?" crap to save hers.
If it pleasured An Sua and made her feel good? I'd never say no. If it did the same for me? Neither would she.
"Here we go again!"
With that, I slammed back inside her.
"Use me like an onahole. Pound my pussy deeeep!"
An Sua—who'd probably never seen a real onahole, let alone a guy using one—dropped the word casually. Maybe here, a 'woman brutally fucked for a man's lust' wasn't some big tragedy. If everything I'd heard was true, plain old 'cock in pussy' was basically a kind man's mercy.
Hell, maybe An Sua loved this.
"Where else you gonna find an onahole this good?!"
"I'm Master's onahole! Not worthy of you, but I'll try my haaaardest!"
Pace ramped up. Her body crushed down, pressing my cock from above. But my build—and my dick—laughed at her weight. Untested, but I could lift her pinky-style with one finger. Her waist was gripped in my hand. Hell, I could hoist her solo with just my cock.
"Haaaaaaa!!!"
A massive moan, and her body quivered. Pleasure overload. Limp as a ragdoll, but I kept pounding.
"Too sensitive, ungh, no strength left, heeeeeung. Really, haat, can't take it..."
I knew. An Sua didn't hate surprise ravishings she couldn't prep for. Overwhelming bliss warping her mind, reason fraying—she should shove me off to cling longer, but her pussy? Betrayed her every time, welcoming my cock.
"Eung, ugh, heuk, keuuuuuk..."
Her body couldn't channel the ecstasy anymore. No more sultry heat—raw, dangerous gasps, like she might break. Then, another shudder.
"Hiiiing..."
Not wild, but trembling. Juices gushed. My cock erupted again in sync.
Strings cut, An Sua went fully slack.
"For now... that's enough."
Home? We'd go harder, longer. But orphanage girls waited. Couldn't dawdle.
"Euuuung..."
Collapsed like a defeated magical girl, An Sua panted.
"From now on too, over and over, heuuung... I'll take Master's cock—"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Master, do whatever you want."
I pulled her into a tight hug.
"Yeah. You girls are all I need. No worries."
Events dragged me in till now, but leaving Anseongu stable? No big issues. Orphanage supplies lingered, but I'd hustle more or bring kids along—easy fix. Dungeon cash anytime; Katus trades might snag 'steel' materials.
"... Heung."
An Sua's odd chuckle. Face too spent to move, but I caught it.
"Not what I meant."
"...Huh?"
"Whatever! I'll cheer any choice Master makes!"
I tilted my head, stroking her baffled face.
"Can't decide solo. Gotta chat with the others—"
"Master decides alone. Another girl meddling? I'll flip first."
"..."
"Monster-slayer, district-liberator—or the one who holds back? That's you."
"So 'worry later' means—"
"Duh! Just nonsense 'cause I crave Master's cock!"
An Sua flashed a brazen grin. Bewildering? Sure. Cute as hell? Absolutely.
"Anyway, up we go! Ah, snag some clothes first! Master, help pick!"
"Uh... huh?"
Then it hit: shopping. Women's clothes. Together.
"Th-the kids are waiting, y'know?"
"Round trip wastes time, total hassle! Three outfits, just three!"
Seconds ago, finger-lifting impossible—now, miracle recovery.
"Euuuu... upsy!"
"Uh..."
Her energy floored me. I trailed her through the store. Cum-smeared, she swapped ten outfits, demanding opinions. Mine? "Looks great, pretty, total sex bomb."
Orphanage return: Hour and a half post-fuck.
"Hehe..."
But An Sua, clutching paper bags of fresh cosplay gear? Adorably beaming. That made it all good.