The Depleted Mine
Past the shallow entrance of her pussy, deeper still.
Toward her womb.
And then—
Zzzt.
The tip of the tentacle struck something.
Snap—
The moment it sensed the intrusion, the thin, translucent white membrane stretched across those spread depths sealed the entrance shut, as though it would permit not even the slightest breach.
The tentacle tried to force its way in again and again, but each time it merely slid off and rebounded, as though hitting an invisible wall of glass.
Zzzzzt.
The harder it pressed, the more fiercely the membrane repelled it. The red flesh beneath still writhed and clenched, but the veil guarding the magical girl's most precious place yielded not a single step.
"...Hm."
Nox drew the tentacle back.
The taut membrane eased its tension with a soft exhale, rippling once more like the faintest shimmer of water. All it could do was breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hnngh... hic... it didn't get in... it didn't get in..."
She murmured through a face drowned in tears — and Nox looked down at her in silence, his eyes empty of anything at all.
"So this is a Barrier, is it."
Nox withdrew his hand. Beneath it, the red flesh still squirmed, clenching pitifully — able neither to close nor to open.
"Hnngh... hic..."
Mio could only sob.
Which meant that drawing energy directly from within her womb was impossible. Left with no alternative, Nox lowered his face once more — but in exchange, he would simply have to sustain himself on the nectar overflowing from her.
When he drew a finger up along her splayed sex and teased the small, protruding clitoris, the thin energy membrane spread over her body shivered and trembled — and he could feel its grain flaking away, little by little.
"Hiiiiit! S-stop... stop, please!"
The magical girl pleaded with eyes brimming and glistening. Her damp sky-blue hair clung to her scarlet cheeks as Mio wept in broken whimpers.
But to him — the Primordial Erosion — it stirred nothing. Only this:
"...What remarkable energy."
Every time he made her taste pleasure, every time he drank in the energy overflowing from her body, he could feel it pooling bit by bit inside his parched, withered frame.
Press... press...
With his fingertip he bore down on that tiny bud, circling it with relentless, deliberate pressure. That soft, small place — one that surely no one had ever touched before.
"Hnn... nnnnnnngh..."
A voice sweet and desperate, nothing like defiance, spilled out of her, and Mio's small body shivered to pieces.
"H-haah... no, I can't, I can't... hah!"
Her hips answered first. Her slender waist, bound as it was, bent upward like a drawn bow, her suspended body flinching and jolting in midair as if shorting out.
Next came her thighs. The delicate inner flesh wrapped in white knee-socks began to quiver, twitching under the sensation as it crept inward like spreading warmth.
"P-please... stop..."
At her plaintive begging, Nox's hand did not stop. If anything it pressed harder, more persistently, grinding and wearing away at the little bud as if to crush it.
And then he buried his face below, between thighs slick with dripping honey.
Slurp—
A hot, wet tongue laved over the whole of the reddened flesh in one long stroke.
"Kyiiiiit!"
"Stooop!! Please, ple— hah!!"
The delicate inner flesh of her thighs quivered in spasms, and her legs, held fast by the tentacles, could not even close — they flailed feebly at the air instead. Her small toes splayed wide, then curled in again, over and over, scratching helplessly at nothing.
"S-stop! Stop, stop, stop!!"
Mio shrieked between ragged breaths, whipping her head side to side. Something like white fire was swelling in her skull. She knew, instinctively, that she could not let this go on. And knowing it, she could do nothing at all.
Heat was crawling up from her toes. Up her thighs. Past her hips. Deep inside her belly, something swelled, precarious as a river straining against its banks.
"Hiih, hah... no... something's, something's coming...! Haah... nngh... haah... hah... hah..."
Her breathing turned shallow and fast. Her chest heaved, and her bound arms shuddered, clutching at the tentacles as if for purchase. Her wide, clear blue eyes lost their focus and rolled upward — like a river the instant before its banks gave way.
The greatest pleasure of all tore straight through her mind.
"Hnaaaahh!! No, it's, it's coming out!!"
Squiiirt!!
Her small body bowed high. A pale rush burst from between her splayed legs, scattering through the air in fine, glittering threads.
"Hiii... iit... haahh!!"
Her hips kicked violently, but Nox's face did not leave her pussy. If anything, he wrapped both hands around her waist as though he would never surrender those trembling thighs, and pressed his face in deeper still.
Sluuuurp.
He drank down the energy gushing from her,
slurp, slurp...
and pushed his tongue inside, hunting the sticky white fluid welling up from within her.
"Hah... hah... agaaain... ohhhhh!!"
The sensation of being sucked dry piled onto everything else, and the ebbing climax surged right back up. Nox pressed her harder still as Mio thrashed beneath him, head whipping side to side.
Her slender thighs clenched in quivering spasms, and each time they did, the membrane beneath his fingertips peeled away, one layer at a time, as though being stripped bare.
"Hiih, aah!! It's, it's coming again... agaaain!!"
Spurt...!!
Her toes stretched taut. The small toes wrapped in white knee-socks splayed one by one, curling as though to clutch at the air.
Spurt-spurt-spurt!! Squiiiiirt!
"Hiiiiiiit!"
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The climax, once broken loose, came rolling in again and again with no descent at all. Her delicate waist wrenched left, then snapped right. Hanging from her bound arms, her small body twisted madly, searching for anywhere to flee.
Each time, the red flesh between her spread thighs quaked along with her,
puckering.
puckering...
and from the entrance, opening and closing as though it breathed, clear fluid welled up without pause and ran down the insides of her thighs.
And of course, every drop of that spilling nectar was swallowed by Nox's tongue, which followed the rivulets down and lapped deep into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!!"
Her hips floated up — another orgasm. And above it, the tiny bud, crushed so many times that it had swollen far larger than usual, its hood stripped back, the clitoris trembling pitifully — even untouched, it jerked all on its own, as if in seizure.
"Hah... haa... haa..."
The instant she tried to catch her breath, Nox's tongue swept up that swollen bud from below.
Slurp—
"Hiiiiih!!"
Her whole body leapt. Her back bent like a bow, her belly thrust skyward, and her legs in white knee-socks kicked wildly at the empty air.
"Not there, not thereee! I just came, I just came!!"
Her head thrashed side to side, mad with sensation. Sweat-soaked sky-blue hair scattered like a whip, stinging her cheeks.
Sluuurp.
As he sealed his lips around the swollen bud and sucked,
"Ohhh! Ohhh!!"
her hips lurched violently. Left. Right. Springing up, crashing back down. Her body, hanging in its bonds, shook whole like a doll on its strings, and with every violent motion the spread flesh between her legs writhed as though turning itself inside out.
"Hiih! Hiih! Again, it's coming... it's coming agaaain!!"
Spurt!!
Squiiirt!!
The inner flesh of her thighs quivered and clamped down. Her toes stretched taut... her small toes splayed one by one, curling as if to seize the air... then went limp... then stretched again. That endless repetition was the only gauge left to count her climaxes.
"H-haahh... it's not, it's not over yet... again, agaaain...!"
Her small chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps. There was no gap left to breathe in. Every attempted inhale was cut off by a fresh climax, and all the air in her lungs turned to moans.
Her young face had come completely undone. Unfocused blue eyes rolled back, and from her parted lips drool ran in a thin thread, wetting her chin. Sweat-damp sky-blue hair clung to her face in dizzy disarray, and the white ribbon at her temple fluttered pitifully with every jolt.
"O-ohhh... stop, please sto... hiih!!"
Spurt! Squiiirt!!
Her pleading was swallowed whole by the climax and lost all shape. Like a little boat caught in the heart of a storm, her small, delicate body was simply carried along by the raging current, with no strength left even to choose a direction.
Climax upon climax, again and again — and only at the very end of it did Nox finally draw back, satisfied enough.
"...Hnn... hnn... haaaah... th... sto..."
It was hardly a sound at all. Whether she had meant to beg him to stop, or whether it was only breath without meaning, even she could not have said.
Her small body hung limp, gasping, shuddering as it dangled from the tentacles, sunk deep in the swamp of lingering climax. Dozens of chained orgasms — not one, but dozens — had scrambled her mind entirely. Beneath half-lowered lids, her blue eyes rolled upward, slow to find their way back.
Her focus, her will — even the fear that had lived in them only moments before. All of it had melted and drained away.
Her parted lips would not close. The tip of her tongue hung slack against her lower lip, and a thin line of drool ran down past her chin, dampening her all the way to the nape.
"Haa... haa... hnnn..."
Every exhale carried a small moan tangled in it. Her young face was smeared with tears, sweat, and saliva. Over cheeks flushed burning red, sweat-soaked sky-blue hair clung in disheveled tangles, and the white ribbon at her temple hung half-undone, swaying precariously.
That face tipped limply to one side, as if even the strength to hold it up had abandoned her. Her arms, bound above her head, had long since given up resisting and hung slack. Her small hands, half-open, flinched at the fading aftershocks, curling and loosening over and over.
All five feet one of her, small and delicate, simply swayed as she hung from the tentacles. Her magical girl outfit — white with blue frills — was disheveled past recognition and clung to her skin, soaked with sweat. Her small chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths. A body that could do nothing but breathe.
The insides of her still-spread thighs twitched at intervals, convulsing as if in seizure even though the stimulation had stopped. Between them, the red flesh still writhed and gaped — able neither to close nor to open. As if searching for something. Her body had not yet understood that it was over.
The tiny bud, crushed again and again, remained swollen to several times its usual size, trembling all on its own though no one touched it. Beneath it, clear fluid dripped down, drop by drop, slowly widening the puddle on the floor.
Her legs in white knee-socks no longer kicked at all. Her toes hung limp and slack, and only the blue ribbons at her knees stirred faintly with the fading spasms.
The magical girl who, mere moments ago, had been so desperate to hide her body in shame now hung there without even the thought of covering herself, her most intimate place bared wide — because there was no mind left to feel shame with.
Nox gazed down at the sight in silence, savoring the sensation still lingering on his fingertips.
Energy: 2/100 → 14/100
"...If I have this much."