Chapter 50: Impure Service (4)
Chapter 50: Impure Service (4)
Trickle, trickle...
I felt a lukewarm liquid pooling against my lower abdomen.
It was because Carla had climaxed so spectacularly, spraying a fountain of love nectar.
Well... it wasn't like I didn't understand why.
Just a moment ago, she had been rubbing her pussy against my upper body, leaving a trail of love fluid everywhere she moved. She was practically a snail.
So, I had a feeling it was about time for her to go over the edge. But still...
...I didn't expect her to peak quite so easily.
Watching Carla's back arch like a bow, I couldn't help but let a comment slip.
"...Pathetic pussy."
After all that talk about how she was going to milk me dry, this was it?
A surge of playful annoyance rose within me, and I began to lightly slap Carla's quivering thighs. Smack, smack.
Perhaps that did the trick.
"Gasp!"
Carla took a sharp breath and regained her senses.
"M-Master? Did I just...?"
She blinked, her eyes filled with confusion.
So, I tapped her other thigh and repeated myself.
"Pathetic pussy."
"Pardon? ...Ah!"
Realization dawned on her a beat late, and her face flushed a deep crimson. It was only natural to feel embarrassed; she had set the mood so intensely, only to lose her mind the moment I inserted myself.
I didn't miss the opportunity. I injected as much disappointment as I could into my voice, making sure the atmosphere felt heavy.
"You used me as fapping material, claiming this would feel better... but it seems you're the one feeling more than I am, Carla."
"Ugh!"
"You're just a quick-shot slave who cums the moment I'm inside."
"M-Master, that's..."
"I'm disappointed, Carla. Truly. I really am."
"What happened was... well... I... uh... Master... ngh...!"
I delivered the final blow to Carla, who was trembling so hard from shame she couldn't even speak properly.
"You really thought you could serve me with such a third-rate pussy? Talking all that big game about wanting me to fill you up over and over?"
"Kyaaaaaah!"
Unable to bear the shame any longer, Carla let out a scream and collapsed on top of me.
No, she clung to me.
Wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing her face against mine, she pleaded in a desperate voice.
"No! That's not it, Master! I can do better!"
"Do what better? Climaxing before I do?"
"I'll satisfy you properly! Just... just give me one more chance!"
"Hmm. Really? You're sure you can do better next time?"
"Of course! I won't let you down! T-This! Can you feel this?"
Squish.
Carla bounced her hips once, trying to show off the grip of her vagina.
But what happens when you recklessly rub a pussy that has just climaxed?
"Hieeek!"
She thrashed in the throes of a minor peak.
I felt the vibration and the intermittent tightening against my member. It felt good, but the absurdity of it made me let out a dry laugh.
"Good grief..."
At the sound of my voice, Carla—who had managed to stay conscious this time since it was only a minor peak—turned pale.
"T-This is...!"
Her ruby eyes darted around frantically.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for her to think of something, and her expression brightened instantly.
"This much is fine! I didn't lose consciousness, right? Then I can just endure it and keep moving my hips!"
"Is that even possible?"
"O-Of course! In fact, it'll be even better! The tightening gets stronger every time I feel pleasure! Like this!"
Squelch.
"Hngh! He-hehe... How is it? It feels better than usual, doesn't it, Master...?"
"I suppose, but..."
When I reacted with skepticism, Carla began to move her hips even more vigorously.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ngh! Master... hngh! I can keep going... Ah-hee! S-So please, don't be disappointed in meee..."
Ah.
I had said I was disappointed as a joke, but it seemed Carla took it quite seriously.
Feeling a bit guilty, I was about to tell her I was only teasing, but...
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ngh... Ah! Haaah...!"
Watching her desperately swing her hips while writhing in pleasure was so erotic that I couldn't bring myself to speak.
Instead, I reached for the back of her head and pulled her closer, pressing a light kiss to her lips as they exhaled heated breaths.
Mwah.
"Hngh... M-Master?"
"Keep going. You said you could do it, so I'm sure you can. I trust you that much."
"T-Thank you, Master...! I'll do my best!"
Her expression brightened instantly. With a small "Heave-ho," she pushed off my chest and straightened her upper body.
Her breasts, which had been pressed against me, began to sway. Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded down like a curtain, shielding us from the rest of the room.
It created a strange illusion that only Carla and I existed in this world.
Within that private space, Carla began to move with renewed vigor.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Ngh... Haaah! Hieeet!"
High-pitched moans filled the room. Her vagina clamped down hard on my dick with every movement.
Her lower body was still trembling... but just as she said, she was forcing her hips to move.
"Hngh!... Haaah!"
Every time Carla's buttocks slammed down, her large breasts bounced in rhythm.
The pink nipples at their tips began to trace endless arcs in the air.
Up and down, back and forth—sometimes her breasts would even collide and swirl in circles, dizzying my vision.
It was a truly magnificent sight... but what did such violent bouncing signify?
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Hngh! Ah! Haaah...!"
It meant the frequency of Carla's pleasure was increasing.
She had barely moved a few times, yet her pussy was already leaking an excessive amount of love fluid.
Her internal walls were pulsing irregularly, tightening and releasing as if they were broken.
At this rate, it wouldn't be strange if she fainted again at any moment.
Carla seemed to realize this herself. Even as she panted, she muttered in an anxious voice.
"N-No... Hngh... My pussy can't break yet... Haaah! I have to squeeze Master's dick more... Hieeet!"
As she spoke, her eyes were half-unfocused, and saliva dripped from the corners of her slack mouth.
"Why...? Why won't you cum for me...? Please, cum quickly... Ahh... I have to take in Master's seed... Ngh! Master... please, before I break..."
She was practically begging now.
Right. I'd enjoyed this enough.
I reached out and lightly tugged on Carla's swaying nipples.
"Hyaaaaaaaaaah—!!"
She let out a moan that was closer to a scream at the sudden stimulation.
For a moment, she forgot to breathe and simply twitched. Then, the strength left her arms, and she slid down toward me.
"Whoops."
I caught her as if I'd been waiting. A moment later, Carla's love nectar drenched my lower body once again.
I couldn't see it from this angle, but there was likely a puddle of love fluid and nectar forming around our legs.
While I was thinking that, Carla buried her face in the crook of my neck and started to sob.
"Hic... M-Master... I... ngh..."
She was likely upset that she had climaxed and gone limp again before I could finish.
Especially since she had boasted so confidently that she could do it this time.
However, I had expected this from the start.
No matter how I looked at it, Carla was pushing herself too hard.
I slowly patted her back as she trembled with a different kind of emotion.
"It's okay."
"Pardon...? But I... I have such a pathetic pussy... I'm just a quick-shot slave who falls apart before she can even please her Master..."
"......"
She was still worried about that?
I gently stroked the back of her head and brought my face close to hers.
Press.
Our cheeks met, and I felt her burning body heat and breath. Savoring the warmth that Carla must have been feeling too, I whispered into her ear.
"Even if you're a quick-shot slave with a pathetic pussy... you're still my slave. I'm going to keep you by my side forever, so don't worry."
"M-Master...!"
"And honestly... that was amazing."
"...What?"
"The physical sensation was great, but seeing you thrashed by pleasure while being impaled by my dick was incredibly erotic."
"......"
Carla's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, all that came out was a pouting complaint.
"Master, you're a pervert..."
"I'm the perfect Master for a perverted slave, aren't I?"
I chuckled as Carla nodded silently. I rolled our bodies over.
In an instant, Carla went from lying on top of me to being pinned beneath me. I continued.
"So, feel free to break. Don't hold back; pant and writhe under me as much as you want. I like it better that way."
"Ugh... Okay. I will. ...But how did it end up like this? I wanted to do something for you today. I wanted to be pampered."
"What are you talking about? You've been lovely this whole time."
"....!"
Carla's eyes widened, and her mouth hung open. Feeling a bit embarrassed by my own words, I thrust my hips up as a surprise attack to cover it up.
Thud!
"Hieek?!"
Her expression crumbled into pleasure once again.
Having climaxed so many times in such a short period, she had become incredibly sensitive.
Which made it even better.
Thud! Thud!
"Ngh! I-I have something to say-heeet...! If you keep stabbing my pussy like that... Hyaaaang! I won't be able to think of anything at allll...!"
Carla shook her head frantically as if asking me to stop for a moment.
But I couldn't do that now.
It wasn't because I was embarrassed; it was because the urge to ejaculate was surging as I began to move in earnest.
Carla's clumsy movements while trying to hold back her climax had built up a considerable amount of arousal in me.
I couldn't stop halfway now.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I hammered into Carla's pussy with increasing roughness. With every thrust, her internal grip grew tighter.
How long did I pound into her? Eventually, her vagina began to pulse and milk my dick like a separate living creature, and I felt my limit approaching.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I accelerated my pacing and shouted.
"I'm coming...!"
"Yes-heeet...! Into Carla's messy pussy... ngh! Give me all of it...!"
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs tightly around my waist.
It was a gesture that said she wouldn't let me pull out—that she would take every drop of my semen inside her.
I had no intention of pulling out anyway. I hugged her back and unleashed the accumulated semen.
Spurt, spurt.
The pleasure of ejaculation raced up my spine. And then...
"......!!"
Trickle, trickle...
Carla's pussy sprayed love nectar for the third time today.
I felt her body convulsing in my arms as if she'd been electrocuted, and I squeezed out every last drop.
Then, I tried to slowly pull my hips back, but...
"Hm?"
Carla was holding on so tightly I couldn't move.
"Carla? Can you let go now?"
"......"
There was no answer.
I lifted my head slightly to check on her.
Her eyes were rolled back, showing mostly the whites, and her tongue was lolling out. She had passed out with a truly unseemly expression.
And yet, the limbs wrapped around me didn't loosen.
I could have forced them off, but... I didn't really want to.
I guess I'll just close my eyes for a bit like this.
Flop.
I lay down on my side, still holding Carla.
I closed her eyes for her and tucked her tongue back in.
With just that, she looked like she was sleeping peacefully.
Feeling her vagina still softly enveloping my member, I surrendered to the lethargy washing over me.
"Mmm..."
I guess magic studies will have to start tomorrow.