The Decisive Battle of Breast Mountain (3)
Then all that remained was...
Heart pounding, I drew Franc's Soul Stone from the pouch at my neck and lifted it gently.
The moment my hand touched the Soul Stone, Franc flinched. I did my gentlemanly best to pretend I hadn't noticed, but she seemed to catch on to that effort anyway, because her face went red.
Cute...
"I'm starting."
"Y-yes! Nnh— yes!"
Of all places, the part of the Soul Stone resting against my palm happened to be her... that place, and Franc's face only grew redder by the second. On top of that she was rubbing her thighs together, ever so slightly. Ahem!
"..."
I cupped the Soul Stone in both hands and drew TP out through my palms until it welled up in the bowl of them, the stone sitting half-submerged in the pool. Had it lacked that viscosity unlike water, the TP would have spilled straight through my fingers, but thankfully there was no such mishap. It only sloshed.
Go in... go in... sink into the Soul Stone...
"Hyaaang?!"
"...?!"
The instant the TP began to soak into the Soul Stone, Franc's whole body jerked hard and a violent moan tore out of her. Startled, I checked on her.
"Uh... F-Franc? You okay?"
"Ahh. S-Seoha! That— just a moment! Please, stop that for a... moment!"
Flushed and grimacing, she braced one hand on the ground and thrust the other toward me, trembling. She looked utterly panicked, and yet something else was mixed into it—embarrassment, bewilderment—and I could only stare, too dazed to grasp what was happening.
Maybe that was my mistake. All at once Franc arched her back like a bow, her hair whipping, and let out a fierce cry of pleasure.
"Hwaaaang?! Ahauk! Seohaaat! N-no! Aaaang!? Hnnngh!"
"Wh-whoa?!"
Startled, I looked back and forth between the Soul Stone and Franc, who was crying out in a voice that could melt ears. The stone was absorbing the TP in earnest now, but why? How?
"Aaaaaang!!"
She collapsed onto the fur, and, unable to withstand the pleasure, her bare white body began to writhe. Her whole body flushed pink, sweat running until she glistened, and as if seized by an extreme orgasm she clutched one breast in one hand while the other went between her legs, rubbing her clitoris furiously, her thighs clamping tight, then loosening, then clamping again.
I kept drawing out TP while staring dumbly at Franc, lost in masturbating as if her mind had gone, and the more the Soul Stone drank, the more violent her reactions became.
"Hyaang! Seohaaaaang!! Nooo!! Hyat, hyaa! Ah, ah! Aaa~!!"
Before I knew it, Franc, who had been trembling face-down, seemed to crest a second time. Her doe-like legs stretched straight and her hips lifted high toward the sky. The sight, as if she were begging to be taken from behind, set my heart lurching.
No. My heart had been lurching from the start.
"Aang! I-I'm going to dieee!! Aang! Aaahnngh!"
Every time her knees buckled, that moon-round white rear bounced, and her snow-pale, slender arms flailed without finding purchase. Being a spirit, she couldn't grip the fur, and only scraped at the ground.
"I-I think I'm going to go mad, Seoha! Please, do something for me...! Haah."
The face she lifted with such effort was nothing like her usual gentle, innocent one. It was the face of a temptress drowned in lust, as if a succubus had been written over her. Flushed crimson, tears spilling, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth—looking at her, I suddenly found the spats I was wearing unbearably tight.
"Hic! Hyaang! Aaauk, Seoha, Seohaaa..."
Still looking up at me, still working a hand between her thighs, Franc dragged herself up the fur on both arms, then buried her face—nose and all—into the crotch of me standing there like an idiot, and began rubbing her cheek against my cock, rigid and straining through the spats.
My TP had long since run dry, and I couldn't draw out any more, but Franc's heat, as if she'd swallowed some concentrated aphrodisiac, showed no sign of breaking.
"Haah. Seoha. Nnn. Seohaaa... hua, huaang."
"..."
The moment I saw her—naked body damp with sweat and flushed pink, face burning red, nuzzling her cheek against my cock—something in my head snapped clean through.
I shifted Franc's Soul Stone to my left hand, focused the Mana Sieve on my lower body, and ran Phase Power through the cock she was rubbing her face against. At once the thing, maybe twelve centimeters when erect, lengthened to twenty, and a girth that had barely cleared four centimeters thickened until it was as wide as a toilet-paper roll. Grown as long and thick as a fair-sized woman's forearm, it found the spats too cramped, and the glans pushed up out over the waistband. It had grown so much that the tip rose past my navel.
"Aaah...!"
Franc gazed at my blue-glowing glans with rapt eyes, then put out her small, cute tongue and gave the tip a wet lick. A soft, warm, moist sensation against that sensitive place—a feeling I'd never experienced in my life, and it raised goosebumps all over me.
Roughly rubbing her sex, her clitoris, with her fingers, Franc licked the glans jutting above my spats as if she'd lost her mind. Then she looked up at me, teary-eyed... as if begging me to take the spats off.
I stripped them off without a word, and a cock that didn't feel like mine stood bolt upright, heedless of heaven, throbbing. Seeing it, Franc laughed as if she'd lost her senses, lost herself in rapture, and opened her mouth...
"Aang..."
And took the glans into her mouth in one bite.
A glans the size of a baby's fist vanished into her small mouth. It was like entering a damp cave where a snake lived, and the snake writhed, licking over the glans in slick, sliding strokes.
"Kkhh..."
Every time that snake licked the glans, a thrill sharp enough to drag a groan out of me on its own stabbed up my spine. Having taken the glans into her mouth without preamble, Franc gently cupped my balls with one hand, stroked the shaft with the other, and worked her mouth. The feeling of the snake in that cave sucking at the glans made it seem like my hips might give out.
"Nnng... slurp. Mmmp. Haaa..."
While I took her caresses and felt the tingling pleasure running up through my hips, she lovingly took hold of the root of my cock and slowly... swallowed the glans.
"—mmph—"
"Hhk."
The pressure transmitted from the tip of the glans drew a moan out of me before I knew it. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Stimulation beyond any comparison to using my hand roughened my breathing.
The sensation of filling her throat must have felt strange, because Franc paused with her brow faintly knit, then swallowed again—and because of that, the feeling of the glans forcing open something narrow and winding as it pushed in brought a pleasure so intense it felt like my brain was burning white.
"Huuuh."
I took hold of Franc's head and looked down, and I could see that two-thirds of the thing—all twenty centimeters of it—had disappeared into her mouth. Checking with Spatial Perception, her slender neck looked about one and a half times its usual thickness. Looking through into her throat, my blue-glowing cock had stretched her throat as wide as it would go. I could even see the glans past her vocal cords, down into her esophagus.
I clenched my sphincter the way you do when pissing, and my cock twitched and shifted inside Franc's throat. Matching that movement, she furrowed her brow as if in distress... and twisted her waist. Even so, the hand rubbing her clitoris never stopped, and her vagina kept clenching and releasing, rippling.
It was erotic enough to stop my heart.
At last, having swallowed me to the root so that her nose touched my lower belly, Franc lifted eyes so glazed that no reason seemed left in them, and looked at me. The hands that had been stimulating her nipples and her sex had stopped too, and she froze with my cock buried in her throat. Looking closely, translucent fluid was streaming down her thighs.
She seemed to have climaxed with my cock lodged in her throat.
Around the time the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes ran down her cheeks and dropped from her chin, my patience ran out at her stillness. I focused a little Mana Sieve into both hands, seized her dazzling platinum-blonde hair, and shoved roughly.
Schlllp—
Her head, with its small, delicately packed features, jerked and bent backward, and with a strange wet friction my cock pulled free of Franc's throat. The sensation of the glans dragging against the walls of flesh bloomed into a pleasure like sparks bursting before my eyes, and I clenched my teeth.
It felt like the slightest lapse would make me come on the spot, so I clenched my sphincter and held it back by force. I wanted to feel this texture a little longer. I wanted to enjoy Franc's throat with my cock.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Schllrrrk...
As my cock nearly slipped free and I felt the upper curve of the glans catch on her uvula, I cradled the back of her head and drove my hips forward.
Schllllrr...
"Haa...!"
The pleasure of forcing that narrow opening open drew a stifled moan out of me. It kept going in. Without stopping, it kept going in. I wanted to keep feeling this, but regrettably it stopped when Franc's straight, high nose met my lower belly.
Then I just had to pull it back out.
In, and out. In, and out. I moved leisurely enough that a single stroke took a full minute, and the heart that had been lurching began to pound. Franc's limbs were spasming too, but she was a spirit, so she wasn't going to die from not being able to breathe. So... so!
Schllllrr— thwp!
When the glans had come back out as far as her mouth, I put my strength into it and drove in to the root in one go, and Franc's body—her spirit body—convulsed as if struck by lightning.
Squelch! Schlck! Glck, thwp! Schlrp!
Gripping her hair in both hands, I repeated the thrusts more violently than before, and Franc's throat bulged and rolled like a wave while thick tears dropped from both her eyes, as if her tear ducts were being wrung out.
"Uwaaah...!"
Schlck! Squish! Schlrp! Thwck!
As I violated her throat without pause, Franc smiled through her crying face, stretched both arms out to wrap around my waist, and began moving her own head back and forth in time with me. Once she started moving her head herself, an unforeseen pleasure unlike what I felt when I moved my hips gathered at the glans.
Every time the thick cock sank deep into her throat and drew back out, her white neck swelled and returned to its shape, over and over, and sadism met pleasure until the ecstasy ran wild. Through Spatial Perception I could see love juices flooding from Franc's sex as if a dam had burst, and her spasming waist and thighs told me she was feeling every bit as much pleasure as I was.
Glrk, schlk, schllrp, drip, squelch, schlck—
Growing desperate under the urge to come surging up beyond my control, I tightened both hands on Franc's head and pounded my cock roughly into her throat. Thrusting violently back and forth, the dizzying pleasure coming one wave after another, I finally couldn't hold the climax back and ejaculated with all my strength.
"Nnngh!"
A pleasure that felt like it would snap my waist in two. To think pleasure like this existed in the world. The sensation of semen pouring endlessly from the glans turned everything before my eyes white.
Schllrp! Glck! Szzzzt, squelch-squelch-squelch...
Every time the ejaculation tried to stop, I spun the Mana Sieve hard, pinned Franc's head with both hands, and rocked my hips, and the sharp pleasure spread up my spine again as semen poured out without end. Franc, reduced to a living onahole, had stopped moving from the moment I started coming, and only spasmed now and then.
The semen gushing out in thick pulses glowed a sea-blue, perhaps because TP was mixed into it. Maybe that was why it flowed down Franc's esophagus like honey—and the semen that reached her stomach filled it, then passed straight through her spirit body and pattered onto the floor in drops.
"Kkuuugh...!"
Franc, taking the semen straight down her throat, trembled all over.
The climax that seemed as if it would never end finally stopped only when the TP that had built back up a little ran dry. I let the last drop spill into her throat, let out a shaking breath, and looked down at her—and found that she had fainted at some point, her body slowly lighting and dimming.
Maybe the erect cock still buried in her throat was acting as a pin holding her up. Unconscious, Franc had her face buried against my lower belly, her arms hanging limp, her waist and both legs utterly still.
Not a twitch.
Schlrrrp.
I gave her shoulder a light push, and Franc slid off, spilling the semen-smeared cock from her throat as she toppled sideways.
Thud.
The moment I saw Franc hanging limp as a corpse, the thread of reason that had snapped tied itself back together.
"...Ah."
I really did it.
"Franc? Franc~? Franc!!"
"Please come out. I was wrong. Okay?"
"I didn't know something like that was going to happen either! Neither of us was in our right mind~!"
"I'm really sorry! I won't tease you or joke around like that ever again, so please come out. Okay?"
"I can't do without you, Franc!"
"If you don't come out, I might get so sad I die?!"
Uuugh.
I couldn't tell whether she was sulking or furious, and since I couldn't see her face, I had no idea what she was thinking—or how I was even supposed to apologize!
Having recovered my senses, I first tucked Franc's Soul Stone and the two Phase Stones into the pouch at my neck, drew the mouth tight, then focused the Mana Sieve into both hands and gathered her spirit body up in my arms. Not long after she fainted, the fluids and the tears and the saliva and the like had vanished, and she had returned to a clean state... but the semen I'd ejaculated—enough of it to disgust even me—lay heaped across the Silver White Wolf's fur, and I simply couldn't leave things like that.
I carefully laid Franc's spirit body, unconscious and slowly brightening and fading over and over, onto the wind raccoon's fur and started cleaning up. The Silver White Wolf's fur, plastered with semen... I couldn't bring myself to wash it, and didn't want to, and I was afraid of what reaction Franc would have if she woke to find it still there, so I just fired a Mana Bullet and erased it.
I wiped my cock, limp and shriveled, with a scrap of hide, erased that too, pulled my spats back on, and knelt beside the unconscious Franc. I waited like that for thirty minutes.
The body that had been flickering settled to a steady brightness, and right after that Franc, her brows faintly knit, opened her eyes with a dazed look...
"Nnh...!"
I gave her an awkward smile when our eyes met, and she let out a sound like she'd been caught off guard, then scattered into gray light and fled back inside the Soul Stone.
And that state had been going on ever since.
For a full hour I coaxed, soothed, threatened, and begged, and Franc still wouldn't come out of the Soul Stone. How angry must she be. Even if I'd been the woman, I think I'd have been furious. I couldn't lift my head.
"Uuugh..."
If I stroked the Soul Stone, maybe she'd come out... but what the hell was in my skull, that I'd come up with a thought like that in a situation like this?! I clenched my fists, pounded my own head, and rolled around on the wind raccoon's fur.
After thrashing like that for a while, I looked up at the sky. Lunch was long past; it had to be around four in the afternoon, and thinking of nightfall, I needed to get moving and clear out the remaining Aberrants. But Franc had shut herself up in the Soul Stone...
Uuugh...
Crestfallen, I spoke in a lifeless voice.
"I'm really sorry... I have to clear the Aberrants on the mountain before it gets late... I'll handle it by myself. Come out when you've forgiven me."
I fiddled with the silent Soul Stone pouch for a moment, then sighed, picked up the claw sword, and headed south along the ridge.
What if she was so angry she never came back out? Even so, come on—her first time being hardcore deepthroat? That really wasn't right. And here I'd been resisting every devil's temptation, holding back, trying to set the mood with Franc somewhere with a nice atmosphere!
My dating brain might have been trained on nothing but manga and light novels, but I knew the basics, damn it! And then I went and did something like this! All the effort I'd built up until now had gone up in smoke!!
Gyaaaah!!!
...
A sigh escaped me at my pathetic mental fortitude. Alternating sighs and screams on the inside, I listlessly, perfunctorily searched for a Return Point.
There was no downside to keeping Mana Mode active so long as I had TP to spare, so I had it running on and off, and my body seemed to be adapting to it bit by bit. The trembling in my legs, and the pain in my waist as if it had been pulled out, from coming too hard—those had vanished quickly too.
...
I quickened my steps and came zigzagging down the mountain, scanning the surroundings for any clumps of light or anything strange, but nothing out of the ordinary showed itself.
"So there's no Return Point here..."
Somehow I couldn't muster any will to keep searching, and I just sank down onto a nearby rock.
Franc... I'm sorry... uuugh...
I was mumbling, sunk in gloom, when a cluster of light gathered before my eyes and began to take a woman's shape. The very person I most wanted to see right now.
"...You haven't checked the far end of the ridge yet, so it's too soon to jump to conclusions."
"Franc!!"
"Eut."
She'd finally come out of the Soul Stone! Relief welled up until my eyes stung, and I grabbed Franc's hand—but the instant I took it she flinched, her face twisting, and she pulled her waist back with a moan. The sight hit me like a blow. I let go of her hand and retreated, strengthless.
"Ah... sorry. After doing something like that, I can't complain if you hate me..."
I'd done something that rough to a maiden who wasn't even married. Of course she'd hate me... My mood sank, and a sharp depression closed in. I felt like I might cry. All the bond and affection we'd built up until now had been smashed to pieces... I wanted to die...
"A-ah, no! It isn't that I hate you, or dislike you, Seoha. It's, um..."
"Huh?"
At Franc denying my words, a single thread of hope was born.
"It isn't that I've come to dislike S-Seoha... I came to dislike myself. That's why. Auuuh."
"What do you... mean?"
Franc, hovering just off the ground, covered her reddened face with both hands as she spoke.
"When Seoha's T— your TP began to be absorbed into the Soul Stone, I couldn't keep hold of myself. I lost to my own lust, so, I mean, you ending up like that was all my fault... I felt as though I'd corrupted kind Seoha, and I couldn't bear to face you..."
Face hidden, Franc floundered in shame and embarrassment and mortification.
S-so that's it. Franc hadn't hated me—she'd hated herself for making me do something like that? Then it wasn't my fault?
...Like hell!
Don't use Franc as an excuse!
"No! I— I lost my reason too, the moment I saw you like that... It isn't your fault, Franc. It's because of me! If I hadn't had those feelings, none of it would have happened, and you would definitely have come back to yourself a moment later! So me taking you like that... was my fault..."
"No! It's my fault, for being so lewd!"
"Uuugh..."
"Auuuh..."
Unable to withstand the embarrassment and shame and bashfulness crashing over me like a tidal wave, I sank down and covered my face, and Franc, floating in the air, kicked her legs and looked ready to die of mortification herself.
We went on for a while unable to meet each other's eyes, until Franc, with great effort, spoke first.
"Th-then let's... not count what happened this time. All right? It was an accident!"
"Huh? Y-yeah! F-for now, let's talk about it again later, once you and I have both calmed down, okay?"
"Yes, yes!"
At Franc's words, what we'd done earlier replayed in raw detail, and my heart pounded as if it might explode. If I opened my mouth, it felt like my heart would come leaping out. My face was hot too... no, not just my face. Heat was rising all through my body, and I couldn't get a grip on myself.
"This won't do!"
I immediately ran down the mountainside and threw myself into the water. The cold water of a spring day wrapped around me, and my overheated head began to cool. Through Spatial Perception I could see Franc panicking outside the water, but I couldn't come out. My attention had locked onto Franc's lips and her se— her sex, and I'd reached a fully erect state in no time.
Kkh— get out of my head, you lewd devil!!
More than that, she hadn't come to hate me or dislike me. Thank god. Thank god for real...!
I was so relieved that a few tears slipped out. And it was a mercy that, being underwater, Franc couldn't see them.