Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Master-Disciple Reversal (2)
The long-suppressed desire finally exploded.
With his brakes completely shattered, Zeke rampaged like a wild stallion.
-Plap! Plap! Plap!
He roughly slammed his hips against his master's devoted pussy—which supplied natural love gel in real time—thrusting his cock deep inside over and over.
"Haah...! Zeke... Hyaaah...!"
Having tossed aside all her dignity as a master after three orgasms, Freya clung to Zeke, crying out seductively, like an animal in heat.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close with both arms.
It was a desperate grasp for survival.
If she didn't hold on tight, she felt like her consciousness would plummet amid the dizzying pleasure.
It was a fatal mistake.
Her breasts were flattened against Zeke's armor-hard chest, and her ripe, swollen nipples rubbed against him, amplifying the ecstasy.
Every time his hot breath tickled her earlobe, goosebumps raced down her neck.
Worst of all, by clamping her legs around his waist, she was helping his cock plunge even deeper.
"Stop...! Hngh...! Stop stabbing there...!"
He was relentlessly stamping his cock into her womb with the ferocity of a man determined to wreck it.
Each crush against her womb made her feel like her guts were being pushed up, choking off her breath.
It wasn't her throat being squeezed, but it felt like it.
"Right here?"
Quick on the uptake and clever, Zeke precisely jabbed his cock at Freya's cervix.
As he pressed hard against it, as if trying to shove his cock straight into her womb, Freya's nails dug into his back in agony.
"Yes...! Nghhh... Right there...!"
She'd thought they'd share a tender, loving intimacy like beautiful lovers before they started.
But once they dove in, it turned into raw, bestial fucking fueled by pure lust.
And it was mostly her fault.
She'd begged him to devour her.
Those words had ignited the deep-seated conquest lust buried in Zeke's heart.
As a result, his once-cautious words and actions had turned aggressive.
"If you teach me what this is called, I'll stop."
"You know...!"
"I don't. Please, wise Master, enlighten this foolish disciple of yours."
Freya furrowed her brows in a pout.
She knew he wasn't asking out of ignorance—he was teasing her.
Cheeky.
Way too cheeky for a mere disciple.
And yet...
This pathetic master was getting turned on by her disciple tormenting her.
"What?"
He rubbed his glans against her cervix, urging her to answer.
"Haaah...! F-Fine...!"
The Freya who taught magic always stood tall with shoulders back, her voice commanding and confident.
"W-Womb..."
But now, she hunched her shoulders timidly and mumbled under her breath.
"Huh? What was that?"
The room was well-soundproofed, so her tiny voice came through crystal clear.
But that wasn't what he wanted.
He wanted to hear her say it loud and watch her squirm in embarrassment.
"Your voice was too quiet. Say it louder."
"Hnnngh...!"
Her lower belly trembled with every grind against her cervix.
...Who knew my cervix was this sensitive?
She'd spent a millennium mastering elemental magic, becoming its pinnacle.
But her pussy? Third-rate at best.
Under his relentless prodding, Freya finally yelled it out.
"Womb! Please stop stabbing my womb!"
"Womb" wasn't some dirty word on its own.
It was just an animal's reproductive organ.
But in this situation, it turned filthier than any curse.
"Request denied."
"Huh...?"
"You seem to like it, Master, so I'll keep going."
"Wha— Hiyaaaah...!"
The cervix-stamping resumed.
Pleasure ballooned rapidly inside her.
...Feels so good.
Truth be told, her pleas to stop had been empty words.
She'd only said them because it felt too damn good.
Her first time, and her womb was already a erogenous zone.
She felt like such a pervert.
Shocking that her body was this lewd.
Still, it let her experience unearthly bliss for the first time in her life.
"Zeke...! Zeke...! Haaaahhh...! I'm cumming again...!!!"
Freya's body shuddered violently.
-Spurt!!
Her urethra, finally finding its purpose, enthusiastically squirted her juices.
As she climaxed, her inner walls thrashed wildly.
The pussy folds kneaded his cock greedily.
Her master's cock massage was out of this world.
"How many times are you gonna cum by yourself?"
A millennium of pent-up lust was no joke.
Late bloomers burn hottest.
A thousand years of unsatisfied desire exploded like fireworks.
Masturbation couldn't even compare.
The rigid fullness stuffing her belly sent dizzying pleasure with every twitch inside her.
"Sorry..."
"Master, your pussy really is pathetic."
"D-Don't say that...!"
"Apologize, Master. Say you're sorry for having such a pathetic pussy."
"What...!"
Even so, a master had to maintain some dignity.
As she opened her mouth to protest—
"Zeke, even so... Ok...!"
His cock, which had been still, suddenly jabbed deep inside.
She let out a dumb, embarrassing noise because of it.
It was nothing like her cute moans from before—gross even to her own ears.
"Stabbing here makes that sound, huh. As expected of Master. Teaching your disciple yet again."
"Oogh...! Ok...!"
Freya frantically clamped her hands over her mouth.
Every time Zeke's cock thrust upward like it was trying to flip her insides, weird gasps burst out.
A woman's instinct was to show her lover only her pretty side.
Sounds like this went against that.
"S-Stop...!"
"Apologize for your pathetic pussy, and I'll stop."
So mischievous.
Too much.
But right now, Freya was just a woman with no way to resist this man.
She couldn't hold out any longer.
The moans clogged in her throat were about to erupt.
Before they could, she screamed.
"I-I'm sorry for my pathetic pussy...! Ok...! This master cums before her disciple... Ok... It's a pathetic pussy...!"
He kept making her say shameful things.
So humiliating.
But there was a mystical sense of liberation.
The dignified witch who'd never been dominated now lay under someone, pinned and owned—it felt like soaring through the skies on wings.
"I'm disappointed. Your magic's 20th circle, but your pussy isn't even 1st circle."
"You're right...! Haaah...! My pussy's a 1st-circle pussy...! It can't handle Zeke's 20th-circle cock...!"
No one taught her, but she steadily spewed lewd dirty talk.
Any thoughts of maintaining grace had flown out the window long ago.
Even if she tried, her mind went blank white every time he stirred her insides.
"I'm getting close too."
Holding back this long without cumming was impressive.
He'd been enduring to stretch this moment as long as possible, but he was at his limit.
"Can I cum inside?"
Witches didn't get pregnant anyway.
He could creampie without asking.
Irresponsible bliss.
Still, habit from his knowledge made him ask.
Mercenaries always drilled it: always ask before cumming inside.
After hearing it a million times, the words slipped out.
"Inside...?"
Freya's response?
"Yes... Cum inside me. Haah...! I want Zeke's... cum... Hngh...!"
A bitch begging the stud for his seed.
Highly effective.
Zeke pressed his cock flush against Freya's cervix.
And pumped his load straight into her womb.
"Haaaaaaaah...!"
Freya came again the instant he did.
Thick ropes of semen shot into her womb, lashing the walls.
She felt her womb filling with the heavy, sticky fluid.
She'd never been pregnant, but her lower belly grew so weighty she imagined this must be what it felt like.
"Hoo..."
Zeke held Freya close, waiting for the heat of his orgasm to fade.
Once it cooled, he slowly pulled out.
Her pussy's inner flesh clung tight, trying to drag him back.
But it failed.
As his cock slipped free, her gaping hole twitched and bubbled out thick white cum.
"You came buckets."
First time seeing a load this big.
"Master."
After admiring her cream-pie pussy, he checked on Freya.
"Ngh..."
Her eyes were closed; she'd passed out.
The waves of pleasure had finally swept her under.
Witches didn't sleep, but they could collapse from exhaustion.
"I was gonna say I love you one more time."
Now didn't feel like the moment anymore.
And he couldn't wake his sleeping master.
No choice.
Zeke hugged Freya and pulled the blanket over them.
Their bodies were sticky with sweat and fluids.
But this stickiness was practically his master's love.
This was how they'd sleep tonight.
As a kid, he'd often fallen asleep in his master's arms.
Now, his master slept in his.
Zeke smiled contentedly and drifted off.