Shall We Continue? (2)
"W-wait, at least take me to the bed…!"
Darian pulled Freya flush against him, then braced his arm against the desk so she had nowhere to run.
Freya thrashed in the circle of his arms, squirming under the heat of his gaze — but with her slender frame, escaping those thick, corded muscles was all but impossible.
"Not here—"
"What, so the bed's fine, then?"
"Th-that's not what I—!"
He dipped his head slightly and caught the sight of her: cheeks flushed a soft rose, eyes looking up at him with something almost pitiful, her body trembling lightly. Darian's mouth curved into a crooked little smile.
Startled by his answer, Freya shrank back like a baby rabbit that had no idea where to put itself.
"Hahh… haah…"
"Nngh… honey, please don't…"
He buried his nose against the nape of her neck as she flailed helplessly in his arms, drawing in a deep breath. A faint, delicate fragrance of scented oil brushed lightly across his senses.
Freya shivered at the hot rush of his breath against her skin and tried to edge backward — only for the solid bulk of the desk to stop her cold.
Chuu—
"Hyaah…!?"
Without warning, Darian pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Freya jolted hard at the sudden contact, her whole body giving a startled little shudder.
Shiver—shiver—
It tickles… and it makes me tingle. What a strange feeling…
"Th-that's enough now… this is weird, this kind of thing…"
The rough-yet-soft, warm press of Darian's mouth against her nape sent another shiver racing through her. Freya pushed at his chest in protest — but it was like shoving against a stone wall. He didn't budge an inch.
And from my wife… something. A good scent… wild, rough… that kind of smell…
Just as Darian was breathing her in, Freya could smell him, too.
Raw heat. The thick scent of sweat.
Ordinarily she would have dismissed it as nothing more than the smell of sweat. And yet, from the moment that scent hit her, a low, electric thrum had started pulsing low in her belly.
"…Hahh. Hold on a second."
"Hyaat?!"
After burying himself against her neck for a long, hungry stretch, Darian finally lifted his mouth — and in the next breath caught her slender waist and hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing at all.
To a man with a body forged by relentless training, Freya was light as a feather.
"W-what are you—?!"
He set her squarely on the desk, and in the same motion pinned both of her wrists firm in his grip.
Sssrrk—
"Nnh…"
"Hahh. You're just too damn cute. My husband."
He leaned in over her until her back met the desk, settling himself above her and looking down with a grin of pure delight.
She was always like this. In front of other people she wore that polished, unflappable smile — but the moment she was alone with him, she fell apart, flustered and unable to rein in a single feeling. Every time Darian saw that side of her, he wanted to bite her, she was so adorable.
Sssrk—
"Ah…"
He released her right wrist and let his hand drift, almost casually, toward the open plunge of her neckline. Freya knew exactly what he meant to do — and still she couldn't bring herself to stop him. All she could do was look up at him with those helpless, pleading eyes.
Squish—
"Nnh…!"
"Getting tits this big, huh. Who exactly were you planning to seduce with these?"
"I-I didn't become this because I wanted to—hyaah?!"
His broad hand closed around a fruit so full and heavy it barely fit in his palm, kneading her softly as he murmured against her ear.
Everywhere Darian's mouth brushed her skin bloomed scarlet. Freya looked like a ripe red radish from the neck up.
Whoosh—
"Ah— wait…!?"
Her clothes were yanked aside without warning, baring her chest to the open air. Freya's eyes flew wide.
Still gripping one heavy breast in his hand, Darian shoved the fabric clear — and the bare flesh that had been hidden beneath the cloth met the cool air for the first time.
Freed from the tight confinement of her clothes, her breasts bounced heavily, as if relieved of some oppressive restraint, still full of springy, youthful elasticity.
Skin as white as melted milk. Areolae so large a gold coin would barely cover them. And rising from those soft pink rings, her faintly flushed nipples had already drawn up into tight little peaks, as if greeting him.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Hmm? You said so yourself. That it felt good."
"N-no, that was… I mean…"
Press—
"Hyaaahn♡♡ W-what was that just now?!"
He had been tracing lazy circles around her nipple with a fingertip. When Freya tried to hedge, he suddenly pressed down on the bud itself — and her hips jerked as a sweet, thickly lustful moan spilled out of her, melting like candy on the tongue. Even she seemed stunned by the sound. She clapped her free hand over her mouth, mortified.
"It's all right. Come here."
"……"
Chuu—
Hearing that moan, Darian gently brushed her thin arm aside and closed in on her damp, parted lips. In the end Freya carefully shut her eyes and let herself feel the slow, searching press of his tongue.
Chuup—chup—chuup—
My head… feels like it's melting… so sweet, and my whole body is sparking…
Even as some part of her recoiled from being laid out on a desk, fondled and kissed like this, her entire body was catching fire. Pleasure crackled through her skull in sharp, white bursts — pop—crack! — like a short-circuiting fuse. Without meaning to, Freya squeezed her thighs together and rubbed them restlessly.
And then—
Ssslip—ssslip—
Ah, no… I'm wet again…
She felt the growing dampness between her legs and squeezed her eyes shut.
The rush of slick arousal — the female equivalent of a man's erection — was proof of just how worked up she had become.
No matter how hard she pretended to resist, her body was calling her a liar. It was telling her, plain as day, that being held by her wife-turned-husband excited her.
Every time their bodies pressed together, every time his hands found her skin, every time his mouth claimed hers by force — her heart hammered wildly, and that strange heat low in her belly spread through her entire frame like wildfire.
"Pwah…! What's wrong?"
"Hnnngh… n-nothing… it's nothing…"
She had squeezed her eyes shut so hard during the kiss that Darian noticed something was off. He broke away and asked what was wrong — and Freya, desperate not to admit she was soaked, could only mumble and dodge.
"…You know something? You're weirdly terrible at lying when we're like this."
"What do you m—kyaah?!"
Whoosh—
"You're this wet, and you're still saying it's nothing?"
He saw straight through her. In one smooth motion he pushed her thighs apart and checked the secret she had been trying so hard to hide.
The moment he opened her skirt, a wave of humid heat rolled out.
The center of her undergarments — the part of women's clothing she still found hardest to get used to — was already soaked through, clinging to her skin so tightly that every soft contour of her folds was outlined in damp fabric.
The slick that had welled up from the cleft of her plump mound had soaked all the way down her inner thighs.
"D-don't… you can't look…!"
He saw…! I didn't want him to find out… he saw everything…
With her lower half fully exposed, Freya covered her face with both hands and let out a small, sniffling sound.
What if he thinks I'm a pervert… some man who turned into a woman and got this worked up…
They had barely kissed. He had only touched her chest a little. And already she was dripping lewd fluid like some shameless, vulgar woman. The thought that Darian might see her as a deviant drained the color from her face.
But—
"………"
Sssrk—
"Hyaaaaah!!??"
Darian said nothing. He simply slid his fingers beneath her skirt and stroked over the soft rise of her mound.
It was only a light caress through the cloth — and still Freya's hips bucked hard, her whole body jolting in a violent reaction.
"Ah… ahh…? Nnh?"
W-what was that just now? He barely even touched me…? My head just sparkled…
Even though it was her own body, she couldn't process what had just happened. She blinked blankly, making soft, dazed little sounds, the situation around her momentarily forgotten.
This is dangerous. This is genuinely dangerous…
The sensitivity was on a completely different level from anything she had known as a man. A chill ran down her spine. Freya lifted her head and looked up at Darian.
This was dangerous.
If she went any further with a body this much more sensitive than a man's, she might cross a river she could never come back from. Trembling, she stretched out her arms to try and stop him.
"H-honey, wai—"
"Feels good, doesn't it? Especially when I touch you right here…"
Squish—
"Hah?! Haah?! Wai—! Hyaaang♡ Don't…♡♡ Nngh…♡ Hyaah…♡♡"
But Darian had no intention of stopping after just one touch. He moved his fingers again, pressing firmly along the outline of her folds, and Freya finally broke — panting hot, twisting her hips helplessly.
A woman's body was always best understood by someone who had been a woman.
With the simplest of motions, Darian found her most sensitive spots at once and began working them over with deliberate care.
"Touching you like this feels so good, doesn't it."
"Haah…♡ Haah…♡"
"Then how about we take a look inside, too?"
"…Nneh…? In…side…? W-wait, what do you mean, inside?"
After toying with her folds for a long, languid stretch, Darian slipped his hand beneath the edge of her panties and murmured the words almost to himself. Even through her ragged breathing, Freya caught a word she could not afford to miss, and she scrambled to ask again.
Schlick—
"Ohhn?!♡ A-ahh…♡♡ Kkh…♡♡ Hnnngh…♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
But his fingers were already parting her soft mound, carefully easing their way into the heated cave of her body.
Squeeze—
"Whoa. You're burning up in here. And you're clamping down so hard."
He had only pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle, and already her inner walls were writhing and clenching as if they meant to cut the digit clean off. Darian murmured in open admiration.
"Hiihk…♡ Hiihk…♡ H-honey…♡"
"Come on. It's your first time, so I'll be gentle. Don't be scared."
Chup—
The utterly foreign sensation of something entering her for the first time sent a spike of fear through the pleasure. Freya called out to him in a small, pitiful voice — and he answered with a gentle smile, settling his lips over hers to soothe her.
Chup—chuup—chup—
Schlick—schlick—
Even as their tongues tangled, Darian crooked his finger into a hook and began dragging it along the upper wall of her sex.
"Mmph—! Mmmph—!"
As he scraped over the ridged texture of her inner walls, her body jerked and shuddered even through the kiss, broken little moans leaking out around his tongue in fits and starts.
What is this…? I've never felt anything like this before…!
While Darian worked his finger inside her, Freya's thoughts dissolved into pure chaos.
Something was stirring freely through her most private place — and every single clench sent electricity crackling up her spine, searing her brain white-hot.
"Ah… nnh…♡"
"I'll go a little faster."
Schlick-schlick-schlick—
"Huh? Hyaah♡ Hnnh♡ Ang♡ Nooo♡ Nngh♡ I-it's getting♡ weird…♡"
Mid-kiss, he felt the once-tight grip of her walls begin to melt into something slick and yielding. He added a second finger and picked up the pace, working her most sensitive spots with both digits now.
He scraped along the ceiling near her entrance, then pushed deeper and rocked his hand in a broader, faster rhythm.
With every escalation of his touch, Freya's thighs fell further open, and her hips began to lift off the desk of their own accord.
"Wai—♡ Hone—♡ I—♡ something's wrong—♡ Ah—♡ Ahh…♡ I'm scared…♡ Nngh—♡ Wait, something…♡ something's comiiing—♡♡♡"
And then—
Freya felt it with pure animal instinct: she was already past the flashpoint, something boiling over inside her, seconds from spilling. She clutched at Darian's forearm with both hands and cried out in a desperate, pleading voice.
"It's okay. I'm right here, so just let go. You don't have to be scared."
"Hyaah♡ Wait—♡ Nooo—♡ It's—♡ something's coming—♡♡ I—I'm gonna…♡♡ g-go…♡♡"
At her frantic cry, Darian gently took her hand in his — and drove his fingers in hard one last time, pushing her over the edge.
Press—
The instant both of his fingers struck that precise spot on her upper wall—
"I-I'm gonna…… hyaaaaaaaaaang♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Spurt—spurt—
Freya's vision went pure white. Her mind flooded white right along with it.
A spark detonated low in her body and leapt straight to her brain, shorting every fuse. Current crackled and popped through her in endless, searing waves.
At the same time her back arched like a drawn bow — and a clear, sticky spray of slick burst from her in a fountain, staining the office floor.
"Ah… ahh…♡ Th-that just now… that was…♡ Hyaah!?"
"Well? Felt good, didn't it?"
Her floating hips gradually settled back down. Freya lay there panting, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath — and Darian smiled down at her as he asked.
"…Yes. It felt good. Better than when I was a man….♡"
She hesitated, squirming with embarrassment under his question — then shyly nodded, her face burning red.
Just as Darian had said, a woman's climax was overwhelmingly good.
She had never felt anything like it in her life. The pleasure was so complete it seemed to wash every last one of her lingering worries clean away.
"Good. But you know…"
"…Yes?"
Satisfied by her honesty, Darian smiled — then lifted himself off the desk and stepped down onto the floor.
"I'm not satisfied at all yet."
"…Ah."
He began slowly undoing his trousers. The moment Freya saw what sprang free, her pupils trembled hard.
Throb—throb—
It looks even bigger than the last time I saw it…
Worked up by the lewd spectacle she had just put on for him, Darian's length was thick with ugly, swollen veins. Freya found herself comparing it to that first time she had seen it.
Gulp—
She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth without meaning to.
"I helped you out, so you'll help me too, right?"
"Ah…"
He stepped in close, bare from the waist down, and asked the question of Freya — who still lay sprawled across the desk, limp from the aftershocks of her first climax.
For a moment she seemed to search for something to say.
"…………Yes.♡"
Then she nodded. And slowly, Freya's hand began to reach for him.