Shall We Continue? (3)
“I-It’s… hot…”
That was Freya’s first hesitant murmur as she finally, slowly, stretched out her hand.
The thing Darian had thrust right under her nose was already burning at its absolute limit—no different from a well-heated iron rod.
“I tried to hold back, but I can’t take it anymore.”
While he had been enjoying himself stimulating Freya’s body all this time, Darian’s own crotch had grown so painfully tight it was driving him mad.
“You know what to do now, don’t you… husband?”
“Haa… no point hesitating at this stage, I suppose…”
Freya let out a soft sigh at the question Darian asked while presenting his massive member, then nodded as if she had reached some firm decision.
Right. Right now I’m a woman… a woman, so… no more hesitation. This is just… a married couple’s act, nothing more.
Even after possessing Freya’s body, her greatest concern had always been guiding the territory without incident and protecting the family. Because of that, she had focused more on tomorrow’s work than on the fact that she was now a woman. This moment, however, became the first real opportunity for her to accept the body she inhabited, at least to some degree.
“S-So… um…”
“Hm?”
Freya pulled her hand away from Darian’s throbbing erection and hesitated, her movements clumsy and uncertain. Darian tilted his head.
…Ah, fuck. Being a man makes it so much harder to suppress these urges…
Wondering if she was still embarrassed, Darian barely managed to restrain the impulse to simply pin the hesitant Freya down and take her. Even back in the modern world she had always been the one to initiate, so after becoming a man the sexual hunger was even harder to endure. Facing Freya—face flushed, lewd juices already dripping—he could no longer maintain any pretense of gentlemanly restraint.
Then—
Sssrrk—
“…Huh?”
Freya climbed back onto the desk she had just been sitting on and slowly began hiking up her skirt.
“S-So, um…”
She carefully parted the thighs she had kept tightly pressed together out of nervousness. Her panties—already removed and dangling wetly around one ankle, soaked through with her juices—came into view, along with the heated flesh between her legs.
Her white pubic hair, the same color as the hair on her head and looking like freshly fallen snow across a field, was damp and glistening. Between those soft folds her plump, tender flesh continuously spilled clear, sticky nectar as if perfectly ripe.
Until now Freya had been shy and passive; the sudden sight of her spreading her own legs and looking up at him made Darian freeze in surprise.
But then—
“I-It’s… my first time with a woman’s body, so… b-be gentle. Please… be gentle with me…”
“Honey…♡”
Throb—
Face burning crimson, Freya turned her head slightly aside and peeked at him with demure eyes, coaxing him with that soft request. The pose was a little awkward, more the clumsy invitation of a virgin (in spirit) than any practiced seduction—
“…Holy shit. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
Darian went rigid for a second at Freya’s bold invitation, then immediately strode forward and slotted himself between her legs.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“G-Gently… please…”
He gripped his raging cock and pressed the tip against her entrance.
Squelch—squelch—
“Nngh…♡ Ah…♡”
“H-Huh? Is this not it? I don’t know how to put it in with a man’s body…! Damn it…!”
His glans only managed to rub against her swollen clit, missing the proper hole entirely. Sex had come easily when he was a woman, but now that he was the one doing the penetrating, Darian was fumbling like a complete virgin.
“…Not there… a little lower…”
“Ngh?”
Schlick—
“Ah…♡”
Watching him flail right in front of her after all that preparation, Freya quietly reached out, took hold of him, and guided the tip exactly into place. Her entrance kissed the head of his cock as if it had been waiting for it.
“I-I’m putting it in…”
“Yes… c-come in.”
All that remained was for him to push. The two of them locked eyes and blinked.
Squelch—
“Nngh…! Hnn…”
Darian slowly applied pressure. Her tight entrance gradually yielded, the head of his cock sinking halfway in—
Knock knock knock—
[Grandson—are you in there?]
“W-What?!”
“G-Grandfather?!”
A sudden knock sounded against the firmly closed office door, followed by Estel’s voice. Both of them jolted in shock.
“What the hell is that crazy old coot doing here all of a sudden?!”
“Ah, right. I asked Grandfather to come by today because we had something to discuss…”
“Haa… I’m losing my mind.”
“W-What do we do? We can’t let him see us like this…!”
In the middle of their panic Freya remembered she had indeed scheduled Estel’s visit. She had known, but Darian had barged in so aggressively and pushed her so hard that the atmosphere had completely wiped it from her mind.
“…Should I go tell him not to come in?”
“And if he asks why?”
“…Fuck it! I’ll just say we were about to go at it hard!”
“What?! N-No! That’s far too vulgar!”
“Then what do you suggest?!”
[Hmm? No answer, I see.]
“…Sounds like he’s about to leave.”
“Phew…”
[In that case I’ll just come in and wait.]
Creeeak—
“That senile old fart?!”
“Q-Quick, hide!!”
While they were still arguing, Estel began opening the door to the office. In a panic the two of them decided to hide first and think later.
“O-Oh! Gramps. What’s up?”
“…Huh? Why are you here?”
Estel stepped into the office intending to speak with Freya, only to blink at the unexpected sight. The Freya she had come looking for was nowhere to be seen; instead Darian alone sat at the desk, greeting her.
“A guy who never does paperwork suddenly shows up here—what for?”
Darian was the head of the household in name only; he almost never handled territory affairs. He was terrible with documents, and Freya was far better suited to the work, so it was rare for him to set foot in the office at all. Finding him here left Estel thoroughly baffled.
“Anyway, where’s my grandson?”
“Uh… honey? No idea. I came to see her face too, but she wasn’t around.”
“Hmm… must have stepped out.”
Darian gave a vague reply to Estel’s question about the missing Freya.
But—
Okay… doesn’t look like we got caught…?
Yes, thank goodness…
The Freya Estel was so eagerly seeking was currently curled up under the desk, holding her breath. Nearly naked, Freya had no choice but to hide completely out of sight beneath the table, while Darian—pants still around his ankles—sat in the chair and did his best to look casual.
We managed to hide, but this is… way too…
Freya exhaled in relief under the desk, only for her face to flush scarlet a second later. Darian hadn’t had time to pull his pants back up either, so his still-erect cock was pressed right against Freya’s face beneath the desk.
“Anyway, honey doesn’t seem to be here right now.”
“Hmm… maybe I’ll wait a bit. Could be she just went to the bathroom.”
“Ah, right…”
This damn old coot! Of all times to barge in and cockblock me!
They had managed not to get caught, but Darian was still furious. The moment of consummating their marriage had finally arrived, only for this interruption to leave his aching erection throbbing desperately for stimulation.
“………”
Anyway, I need to get this guy out of here fast…
Darian bounced his leg anxiously, scheming how to shoo Estel away.
Meanwhile—
Strange… my body feels so hot…
Freya, face pressed close to Darian’s crotch, was thinking something entirely different. She had already climaxed once from his fingers, and the glistening traces of her own juices still coated the head of his cock—the same cock that had just begun to enter her. She was relieved they hadn’t been discovered, yet stopping so abruptly left her aching with frustration.
For some reason… it looks so delicious.
And with that violently masculine cock radiating pheromones right in front of her face, Freya found herself licking her lips before she realized it.
“Anyway, how’s that training of yours coming along?”
“Training? You mean sword aura?”
“Yes, that sword-aura thing. From what I saw it looked rather like one of those lightsabers from Star Wars, didn’t it?”
This old man has completely settled in, hasn’t he?
Darian continued the tense conversation with Estel, who showed no sign of leaving.
Then—
Lick—
“?!”
“Hm? What was that all of a sudden?”
“Ah, nothing… it’s nothing…”
“Honestly… so jumpy.”
Darian nearly jumped at the sudden warm, soft, moist sensation against his glans. He waved a hand dismissively under Estel’s gaze.
What the hell are you doing?
Lick—
“Ngh?!… Huh?”
He glanced downward and witnessed something he could scarcely believe.
His husband—no, his wife Freya—was licking the tip of his cock.
It’s a little salty and bitter… but I don’t hate it…♡
What are you doing?! You’re licking it with your mouth? Right there? With Grandpa sitting right in front of us?
Wait… her eyes are completely glazed over.
Darian frantically tried to signal her with his eyes, but Freya’s pupils had gone hazy and unfocused. She was no longer in her right mind.
Having just experienced a woman’s climax, then inhaling Darian’s thick pheromones at such close range, Freya had gone fully into heat. The cool rationality she normally displayed had been discarded; she was moving purely on feminine instinct.
After tasting the tip with little flicks of her tongue, Freya finally—
“Haum—”
“Guh?!”
—took the head of his cock between her soft lips with a soft mmph.
“…You’ve been acting strange for a while now. Is something the matter?”
“I-It’s nothing…! Don’t worry about it.”
Fuck, it’s so warm and hot I feel like the tip is going to melt…!
The inside of Freya’s dazed mouth was so wet and scorching that Darian had to squeeze his eyes shut just to endure the pleasure.
“Hmm—schlick—schluurp—schlick—”
What began as a timid, careful nibble of the tip soon turned into a full-fledged blowjob as Freya pushed more of him into her mouth, sucking as if she were eating a popsicle.
So hot… just having it in my mouth makes my head spin…♡ My lower belly keeps throbbing…
Her tongue…! It’s wrapping around me and I can’t fucking take it…! How am I supposed to hold back…!
Freya’s technique was still clumsy and awkward. She couldn’t quite hide her teeth, and every light scrape sent a sharp tingle racing up Darian’s spine. Yet the sight of that awkward blowjob—and Freya’s face working so hard beneath the desk—made him feel ready to spill white every second.
“Mmph—schlick—”
Squelch—squelch—
Haa, fuck. Is she jerking herself off while sucking my cock?
Not content with just that, Freya had already slipped her own fingers between her legs and begun playing with herself.
Feels so good… this feels too good… my head’s going blank… even though we can’t get caught… I can’t stop.
Her own grandfather sat just on the other side of the desk. Getting discovered would be a disaster—yet Freya somehow could not stop. The carefully maintained brakes she normally kept in place had completely failed.
Schluurp—
“G-Guh…!?”
This time she planted both hands on Darian’s thighs and took him all the way to the root, burying him deep in her throat.
Clunk—
The overwhelming pleasure made Darian thrash hard enough to rattle the entire desk.
“…? You’ve been odd for a while. Are you truly all right?”
“…Ah, actually… I drank too much last night… m-maybe I’ve got a hangover…?”
Darian offered a plausible excuse when Estel asked again about his condition.
In truth, elves possessed hearing sharp enough to detect anyone inside a room and exactly what was happening under a desk the moment they entered. But Estel was still unused to her elven body and noticed nothing. If it had been Charle instead, she would have realized everything instantly, flushed scarlet, and fled the room at once.
Wait, I’m really about to…! It’s coming…! My head…!
“Schlick—schluurp—schlick—”
While Darian made excuses, his cock swelled even larger as it approached its limit. He shot Freya a desperate look signaling he was about to cum, but she showed no intention of stopping.
His body began to hunch forward; white seed flooded his urethra—
I-I’m cumming…! Nngh…!
Spurt—spurt—spurt—spurt—
“Guh…!?”
“Mmph—!”
In the end Darian poured every drop of his release deep into Freya’s throat.
Fuck…! Ah… shit…! That was insane…! Holy…! Fuck…!
The soft, warm constriction of her mouth and the snake-like writhing of her tongue wrung a powerful orgasm out of him. Darian slammed his forehead against the desk and trembled all over.
“Dear me, perhaps I should call a servant…”
“N-No…! I’ll be fine if I just rest alone for a bit… I’ll tell my wife later, so… c-could you give me some space?”
“Hmm… very well. Get some rest.”
Even so, Darian managed to ask Estel to leave. Concerned for him, Estel rose without further protest and exited the office.
Thud—
“You okay? No, why the hell did you suddenly put my cock in your—”
The moment the door closed Darian shoved the chair back, still twitching from post-orgasm sensitivity, and called out urgently to Freya.
“Mmph—! Mmph—!”
Freya slowly crawled out from under the desk, cheeks ballooned full of semen, hopping in place in panic.
“H-Hey…! Is there somewhere to spit it out?”
Darian frantically searched for something she could spit into as Freya’s eyes spun, looking ready to vomit at any second.
But then—
“…*Gulp*…. Pwah…!”
“…You swallowed…?”
Freya’s eyes squeezed shut; her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then she finally opened her mouth and drew a deep breath. The inside of her mouth was completely clean.
“U-Ugh!?…. W-What did I just… do…?”
Having swallowed every last drop of Darian’s semen—and unintentionally shown him the empty mouth to prove it—Freya stuck out her tongue in disgust, then went rigid. With a creaking motion she turned her head to look at him.
“A… a blowjob…?”
“G-Grandfather was right there… and I licked it… sucked it… e-even swallowed…?!”
As the heat in her head gradually cooled, Freya began replaying everything she had just done. Her pupils trembled violently.
“Th-That just now wasn’t… wasn’t me!! How could I do something like that?!”
“Uh… well… m-maybe try to calm down a little…”
“Have I gone insane?! How could I possibly do that? This can’t be…!?”
Darian reached out, trying to soothe the Freya who was recoiling in horror at her own actions.
“…No…”
“…What?”
“I-I’m…! I’m not that kind of pervert!!!”
Freya hastily straightened her clothes, face flaming red, then spun around and put distance between them.
“H-Honey?”
“T-Today’s events… n-never happened! I-I’ll be stepping out for a while!!”
“Honeyyy?!”
Thud—
Just like Estel before her, Freya reached the office door, declared that nothing today had ever happened, and then slammed it open and fled.
“Why does this feel exactly the same as last time…?”
Darian simply stood frozen in place, staring at the now-empty office, muttering as he recalled the first time he had asked Freya for a handjob.