Chapter 17: Dungeon Sex (4)
Chapter 17: Dungeon Sex (4)
“P-please, ram Master’s cock deep into Carla’s pussy! Make me feel so good with your personal pussy that you pour all your seed into my baby room...!”
“Good girl.”
With a short word of praise, I pulled Carla’s thighs, which were draped over my shoulders, closer.
Then, I began to thrust my hips in earnest.
Thwack! Thwack!
“Ngh! Ah! Haaah! Ahhh!”
Perhaps it was because of the change in position, but I was hitting much deeper than when we were in the missionary position.
Like a battering ram pounding against a castle gate, my glans repeatedly struck her cervix. Carla shook her head side to side frantically.
“Hyah! I don’t... ahik! I-I don’t know this... haaaah!”
Her platinum blonde hair disheveled wildly. Her features dissolved into a mess of pure pleasure.
Her breasts, swaying in time with my thrusts, collided with each other, adding to the wet sounds of clashing flesh.
This was a much more intense reaction than yesterday.
Was it because the pain of defloration was gone? Or had she simply grown accustomed to it?
Either way, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was how erotic Carla looked right now.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I lost track of how many times I slammed my hips forward like a madman.
Carla’s buttocks had long since turned a flushed red, unable to withstand the violent friction.
My own lower abdomen, which kept slamming into her, felt just as sore.
I was already halfway to the point of no return thanks to the deepthroat earlier, and I was rapidly approaching my limit.
As I put in one last burst of speed, pounding against Carla’s womb even faster—
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Hngh! Ah! Hyuk!”
Carla, no longer able to form words and only letting out ragged gasps, suddenly felt her pussy tighten around me like crazy.
“I-I’m coming! I’m coming...! Master, I’m cumming... hyiiiiiiiiii!”
Her vaginal walls constricted violently, as if she were being electrocuted.
Having faithfully reported her state just as I had ordered yesterday, Carla reached her climax a step ahead of me.
“Urgh...!”
I reached my peak right as my urethral opening was pressed firmly against her cervix.
Her vagina, tightening to the point of pain, relentlessly stimulated my most sensitive spots as if demanding I surrender my semen immediately.
“I’m cumming...!”
Splurt. Squelch.
Finally surrendering to Carla’s pussy, my cock fired off semen like a water gun.
“Hic... hngh....”
Carla, her womb suddenly bombarded with semen, let out a faint, dying moan as her entire body convulsed with tremors.
After savoring the afterglow for a while, I slowly pulled my cock out.
Squelch... Pop!
I had pumped so much into her that the semen came gushing out with a sound like a drain plug being pulled.
The flushed red flesh. The vaginal opening stretched wide by the size of my cock. The massive amount of semen spilling out from within.
I stood there blankly watching the semen flow past her vaginal opening, over her buttocks, and down her thighs. It was then—
“Ah...!”
Carla’s legs seemed to give out, and she stumbled.
It was obvious she would fall in her current unstable posture, so I hurriedly reached out and grabbed her by the waist.
Squeeze.
Perhaps because her waist was so thin, my arms wrapped all the way around her, ending up pressing against her bloated belly.
“Hngh?! N-no... Master! Get away... please get away!”
“What? If I let go now, you’ll fall.”
“I don’t care if I fall! Just get away for a moment! Please!”
At Carla’s earnest plea, I tilted my head in confusion and took a step back.
I went to lower the leg that was still draped over my shoulder, but then I realized what the problem was.
“Ahhh....”
A faint, sorrowful sound escaped Carla’s lips.
I wondered what on earth was wrong, but then—
Trickle, trickle, trickle....
“Ah.”
I realized it the moment I heard the sound of a small stream hitting the ground.
With one leg still held up by me, exposing her pussy completely, Carla was wetting herself.
“Don’t... don’t look, Master... please....”
Carla pleaded, covering her face with both hands. But it wasn't exactly a sight I could ignore just because she asked.
Trickle, trickle, trickle....
Even at this moment, a clear stream of liquid was flowing from Carla’s pussy, forming a small puddle on the ground.
A sweet rain falling upon the ashen earth... though that might be a bit of a stretch.
Regardless, having drunk so many potions, Carla continued to leak for quite a while, but eventually, all things must come to an end.
The flowing stream gradually weakened before tapering off completely.
Even so, Carla remained silent, her face still buried in her hands.
Her ears, peeking out from between her fingers, were dyed a deep crimson as if they were on fire.
She looked like she was about to die of shame.
I lowered her other leg and spoke to her gently.
“Carla?”
“......”
“Should we use Clean first?”
“...Yes.”
Only then did Carla slowly lower her hands, her expression looking as if her world had ended, and she chanted the spell.
“Clean.”
In an instant, Carla’s pussy was cleaned, and the puddle vanished without a trace. I was also cleaned as a bonus.
However, it seemed the shame engraved in her heart was something magic couldn't fix.
Carla stood there with her head hung low, looking utterly despondent.
I patted her slumped shoulders and decided to offer some words of encouragement.
“Hey, it’s okay. It happens. At least it didn't come out the top.”
“...The top?”
“Yeah. You didn't throw up, right?”
“......”
At those words, Carla lifted her head and looked at me.
Her eyes were dead and unfocused, devoid of any spark of life.
In a strangely eerie atmosphere, Carla spoke in a gloomy voice.
“Master... Master is a truly wonderful person, but I don’t think you have a talent for comforting people....”
Ah, I guess that was a bit much.
I stared at the still-depressed Carla for a moment, then silently tilted her chin up.
“...Master?”
Led by my touch, Carla blinked in confusion as she looked up at me.
Her dark ruby eyes were devoid of light.
I slowly lowered my head toward them.
Mwah.
“Mmph?”
I didn't use my tongue. It was just a short kiss, lips pressing against lips.
But I didn't stop there.
Mwah. Mwah.
Starting from her lips, I kissed her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, her cheekbones, her forehead, around her eyes, and then back to her lips.
Whether the spot was soft, squishy, or a bit firm, it didn't matter.
I showered her entire face with kisses.
It was a playful series of bird kisses, like a bird pecking.
It wasn't particularly erotic skinship, but...
It was a gesture filled with as much affection as I could muster.
Though our relationship was somewhat twisted, Carla needed me and craved my affection.
I had been reluctant because I didn't understand the reason until now... but now I knew.
There was no longer any need to hesitate.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
This world, which had become my reality, always exceeded my imagination in a negative way.
I had plenty of gold, but no power to protect it, and even if I were wronged, no one would take a commoner’s side.
That was why I hid my identity at the auction house.
But there was someone who needed me, and only me.
The reason was tragic, but... she was the first person I’d met since falling into this world who couldn't betray me. Someone I could trust.
So, I decided to give her my heart. I decided to grow attached.
It was a feeling far too selfish to be called love.
But for Carla, was this enough?
Light began to fill Carla’s dark pupils.
Before long, her crimson eyes regained their original jewel-like sparkle.
As if she had received an unexpected gift, Carla, her face flushed pink, began to hop up and down on the spot.
“Ma, Mashta! Mashta, Mashta!”
“...What.”
I answered somewhat curtly because I felt a bit embarrassed, but Carla just smiled brightly as if she didn't mind at all.
“Do it one more time!”
“No.”
“Huh? Whyyy~? Just one more time~ please?”
Carla acted cute, swaying her breasts and hips. But isn't it human nature to want to do something even less when someone begs for it?
I shook my head firmly once more.
“I said no.”
“Uuu... do you want to touch my breasts?”
Carla took my hand and guided it to her chest.
Squish.
I almost nodded reflexively at the sensation of the soft flesh filling my palm, but I forced myself to shake my head out of sheer stubbornness.
“I’m not doing it.”
“Uh... should I use my mouth again? I’m confident I can do better this time!”
“I told you, I’m still not doing it.”
“Aha. You prefer the bottom over the top, right? I understand. You can do whatever you want with my pussy, so please, after you’re done playing with it. Okay?”
Carla pulled my hand from her chest down to the space between her legs.
The sensation of her pussy flesh, even softer than any other part of her, brushed against my fingertips.
Carla didn't stop there; she began to slowly grind her hips back and forth.
Rub, rub.
She was essentially rubbing her pussy against my hand and arm.
But unlike usual, there wasn't a hint of shame or hesitation on Carla’s face.
Her expression was filled only with anticipation.
This... was quite unexpected.
Her family had fallen, she was sold as a slave, she was half-forced on the first day, and the next day, she gave a kiss of submission to my cock in a dungeon just to get on my good side, and then she was fucked until she wet herself.
And yet, she was this happy over a single expression of affection?
For some reason, it felt a bit pitiful, like watching a battered wife.
Perhaps misinterpreting my gaze, Carla took on a somewhat solemn expression.
She let go of my arm and slowly created some distance, then, in a very bashful tone, she pushed her bloated belly forward.
“T-then, do you want to try pressing on my stomach? It’s okay if you keep doing it until I wet myself again...?”
“......”
After a moment of thought, I nodded.
“Let’s do it all.”
“Huh?”
“But you have to pay in advance.”
As I added that, Carla cutely put her hands behind her back and immediately thrust her face toward me.
Shining platinum hair. Delicate features. And her small lips, pointedly puckered.
I quietly let my shadow overlap hers.
Mwah.