Chapter 318: Bed-sharing (6)
Chapter 318: Bed-sharing (6)
Squelch! Squish! Splat!
The air was thick with the sound of wet friction, overlaid by Fay’s high-pitched moans.
“Hngh! Ah, ahhh… Hiiiieee!”
Held firmly in my arms in a lift-and-thrust position, Fay could do nothing but be hammered up and down like a living onahole. Her breasts bounced wildly in every direction.
Perhaps because of their sheer size, there was a strange, overwhelming power to the sight.
And it wasn't just her breasts that were shaking more than usual.
Since I was holding her mid-air while thrusting, my entire body weight was behind every piston-like motion. Naturally, I was hitting much deeper than in a conventional position.
My glans knocked rhythmically against her cervix. Of course, it wasn't as if it would actually open, but every strike caused her vaginal walls to contract violently around me.
Squish! Schlop! Squish!
“H-hyah?! N-not there… Ahhh! You shouldn’t… knock there… Ughhh!”
Despite her words, Fay didn't resist; instead, she leaned her weight into me.
To meet her expectations, I picked up the pace. If I had been stirring her insides before, now I focused entirely on the raw power of the reciprocating motion.
Thwack! Slap! Bang!
“H-ha-ugh?!”
Fay gasped, her breath hitching. Her breasts were no longer bouncing in all directions but were now jolting violently up and down.
Smack! Smack!
The heavy mounds collided with each other and slapped against her stomach, making a sound like a flurry of staccato stings.
Slap!
“H-hyit! Ahhh…!”
Actually, her high-set breasts were intermittently slapping her own face.
I suppose this is what happens when they’re large enough for her to suck on them herself.
Feeling a bit bad for letting her get slapped by her own chest, I decided to finish things quickly.
I shifted my grip from behind her knees, reaching deeper to support her weight with my elbows. With my hands now free, I grabbed her wildly bouncing breasts.
Squeeze.
A soft, yielding sensation pushed between my fingers. Because we were moving so violently, my grip wasn't gentle—it was borderline rough.
But perhaps this was more to Fay’s taste. Her petite body, save for her chest, trembled violently as her insides tightened even further.
“Kh!”
The urge to ejaculate surged rapidly. Fay seemed to be at her limit as well, so I didn't hold back and let go deep inside her.
Spurt! Shhh—
“H-haaaaaah!”
Perhaps it was the sensation of the semen hitting her cervix, but Fay reached her climax almost simultaneously.
Her back arched stiffly against me, and her toes curled tight. After trembling as if struck by an electric current, she finally went limp.
However, I didn't let the unconscious Fay go immediately.
With my cock still buried inside her, I walked over and stood before Iris.
Iris, wearing a look of humiliation yet curiously examining Iona’s breasts while licking up the breast milk, looked up. She seemed to be pondering the mechanics of how it was possible… but it looked like that research would have to wait.
Because Iris was next.
Pop.
As I pulled out, a sound like a cork being drawn from a bottle echoed through the room. Along with it, a large amount of semen came spilling out.
Drip. Splat.
White stains fell onto Iris’s head. Startled, Iris—who had been focused on Iona’s milk—pulled her mouth away from the breast in shock.
“Master?! No! This… this isn’t what you think!”
“Oh, is that what you’re worried about?”
Well, I suppose it could be embarrassing to be caught nursing like a baby.
As I nodded in understanding, Iris, who was wiping the semen from her cheek, finally realized the situation.
“This is…?”
She pressed her fingers together and pulled them apart to check the viscosity, then slowly looked up at me.
Fay lay limp and unconscious, saliva trailing from her half-open mouth, while semen intermittently pulsed from between her M-shaped, spread legs.
Overwhelmed by the sight, Iris blinked blankly, her mouth agape. I spoke to her.
“You’re next, Iris. Get ready.”
“Uh, wha—huh?”
Only then did I lower Fay and lay her gently beside Helena.
When I turned back, Iris was somehow sitting on her knees in a formal posture. She seemed to have been thoroughly intimidated by the sight of Fay just moments ago.
“It’s okay. We’re not doing the lift-and-thrust today.”
“…Then why did you show me that?!”
“Just because?”
I shrugged, and Iris pouted, looking exasperated. But it was too early for her to feel relieved.
“Today, I’m going to do you and Professor Iona together.”
“My, my. Are you trying to compare a 300-year-old pussy with a 500-year-old one? Student Yandel, your tastes are quite… well, I’m sure this Professor Iona will feel much better!”
“What are you saying?! Obviously, I, with my tighter pussy, will feel better!”
“Hmph! It’s not tight, it’s just underdeveloped! You legal brat!”
“What?! You don’t even have any skills to speak of other than bloodsucking!”
“Nuh-uh. I can even produce breast milk now, can’t I?”
“Eek…! Fine! Since it’s come to this, let’s ask Master to decide who feels better!”
“I was hoping you’d say that!”
“Then, let’s see who receives Master’s semen first.”
“It’s a competition!”
After their sudden bickering, Iris and Iona both whipped their heads around to look at me.
Wait. Why did it end up like this? I just wanted to have a long-lived species in each hand….
But there was no quenching the competitive fire that had been lit between them with just a few words. Since stopping them would be useless, I decided to just enjoy it.
I tilted my head back and gave a cocky jerk of my chin. Iris immediately knelt before me as if she had been waiting.
“Master always likes to have his dirty cock cleaned before moving on to someone else. Just like this.”
Slurp. Schlop.
Iris opened her small mouth wide and forced my member inside.
Her jaw, stretched to its limit, trembled slightly, and her breath came in ragged huffs against my lower belly as if she couldn't breathe properly.
However, her tongue and throat were doing an excellent job of pleasuring me.
Her soft tongue licked every nook and cranny as if determined not to leave a single trace behind, desperately widening her small throat to take me in.
Seeing Iris perform such a perfect cleaning blowjob, I couldn't help but gently stroke the top of her head.
“Hehe….”
Iris let out a muffled, proud giggle with her mouth full. But Iona still maintained a relaxed expression.
“Right, right. Student Yandel does like that. But I bet he’ll like this, too.”
Saying so, Iona sank her fangs into the side of my neck without hesitation.
Crunch.
Fangs sharper and longer than a human’s pierced my skin and tore into the vein.
Simultaneously, the pleasure of bloodsucking scrambled my brain.
It was a bizarre sensation—as if my mind were floating, anesthetized, yet as if only Iona and I remained in the world.
However, my five senses became much more acute, making the sensation of Iris’s tongue even more vivid.
I enjoyed Iona’s bloodsucking and Iris’s fellatio simultaneously for a while.
Eventually, the two of them pulled away from my neck and cock, urging me on.
“So? So?”
“Which felt better, Master?”
“…It’s hard to say which is superior.”
So, I decided to fuck them both at the same time.
First, I pushed Iona down onto the bed and slid my cock between her breasts.
“I knew it! I knew it! You like me better, right, Student Yandel?”
“We’ll see.”
As I pressed my cock firmly between her breasts and thrust my hips a few times, breast milk naturally began to flow.
But where would milk sprayed into the air go? It eventually fell back down onto her own breasts, trickling down and lubricating my cock.
When I felt it was enough, I let go of Iona’s breasts and stood up.
“Huh? Student Yandel?”
Ignoring Iona’s confused voice, I scooped up Iris, who looked as if her world had ended in despair.
“Ma…ster?”
A bit of light returned to Iris’s dead eyes.
I gave her a smile as she looked up with faint hope, then placed her right on top of Iona.
“Student Yandel?!”
“Master?! What is this….”
The reclining Iona and the prone Iris both cried out in confusion, but I wasn't done yet.
I tilted Iris’s head slightly and guided her mouth to Iona’s breast.
With this, Maman Iona and Baby Iris were complete…!
“……”
“……”
The silent stares from the two were quite stinging, but I remained unashamed.
“Since you both felt equally good, I’m going to do you both at once.”
“……”
“……”
“Oh, while we’re at it, let’s have Carla and Elisha join in. You two, want to lie down on either side?”
“Are you going to use your fingers like last time, Master?”
“…I can guarantee that even the Emperor of the Empire doesn't enjoy such luxury.”
Carla tilted her head but crawled into position and presented her rear, while Elisha grumbled but lay down on the other side.
I inserted my middle fingers into both of their vaginas.
Squish.
They were both hot and wet, but the tightness, the texture of the vaginal ridges—many subtle details were clearly different.
After stirring their insides for a moment, I pushed my hips forward.
“Mmm….”
The somewhat cool interior characteristic of a vampire enveloped my cock.
After a few thrusts, I switched and inserted into Iris, who was busy sucking Iona’s breast right above.
“Mmph?!”
Iris flinched as she nursed.
True to a high elf overflowing with vitality, her temperature was slightly higher, and her vagina tightened around me with a lively grip.
I nodded, comparing the two distinct sensations.
“Perfect.”
With this, a world where no one gets hurt was complete.