Crying Makes You Even Prettier
I knew Isana had a strong sex drive. From our first time sleeping together, she'd been soaking wet, and once I thrust in, she'd whine about it slipping out.
Compared to other women, it wasn't greed—it was like filling a jar with a hole in it. Evelyn slurped my cock greedily because of her mana circles, but she still kept her dignity. Estelle felt like dealing with someone starved for affection. It wasn't a huge libido; she just craved being loved. Even when I suckled her milk and chewed her nipples like gum, she saw it as proof of love.
Karia? Only done it once, so judgment reserved. Against them, Isana was... the incarnation of lust itself. A spark of teasing, and she'd ignite uncontrollably. She just loved fucking and cocks.
"Ugh!"
It wasn't even hard yet. The kiss had stirred it a bit, but not halfway. Isana unbuckled my belt, yanked down my pants, toyed with my cute little thing by tapping it with her fingers, then shoved it in her mouth.
Like devouring a cream-packed convenience store melon bread, she swallowed balls and all... Her tongue played with them before pursing her lips to suck the glans slurp slurp, and my cock swelled like a soaked tissue.
"Mmmph...♡"
The grown beast poked her throat. Feeling discomfort, Isana tried to pull back...
"Mmmph!♡"
I grabbed her face and bucked my hips. Her vacuum throat on the inhale sucked from my urethra to my balls. I groaned low.
"You perverted bitch. One kiss and you pounce like this? That what you craved?"
Isana's "rape" had me matching her. Uncharacteristically rough words as I gripped her head savagely, pounding like a tool...
But she was the future Sword God. Even if her body hadn't reached that level, the seedling was different. No matter how I maxed my exoskeleton with infinite mana... overpowering a woman of another breed was impossible.
"Wha...?"
Instead, she deepthroated to the root, locked it in her throat, grabbed my waist, and wrestled my upper body down like a pro. Then, casually, she stripped off my hip-mounted exoskeleton and tossed it...
I realized anew: this woman wasn't someone I could toy with anymore.
"S-sorry... w-wait a sec."
With my strength gone, Isana finally released from my crotch. She wiped the curly pubes from her lips, then snapped off her own waist belt securing her clothes.
Her flowing dobok hem billowed like a blanket; the chest-binding bandage hit the floor, revealing stiffly erect nipples.
"We got time anyway, right?"
"Y-yeah, but..."
"Then... we can take it slow♡"
Isana spun around. Her dobok draped over me like a quilt, and her pussy loomed right in my face... A beautiful sight. Puffy, meringue-soft white thighs; plump underbutt; a single strand of nectar trickling from the slit; neatly trimmed pubes.
Who could resist this?
-Slurp♡
"Haaah♡"
Half thrill, half fear—that's handing your sensitive parts to someone. Anticipation mixed with shivers from uncontrollable sensations. Isana's waist quivered as I gripped her ass cheeks like tearing them apart, licking like candy.
Yes, this is it...!
Isana had been indifferent to reason. She rarely masturbated. But after my touch... she changed. Became a body that needed a man. After sweating through rough fights and crises, breeding urges surged. Leading to masturbation.
To the one called Sword God, the sword hilt became a handy toy anywhere; cock, something to suck and swing like another blade.
It's... all your fault♡
Her pussy clenched; hips snaked lewdly. Shivers from her waist raced up her spine to her head. Eyes rolling back, she buried her face in my crotch.
-Smack, smooch, smoooch
-Lick lick lick
Isana sucked; I licked. She toyed with my squishy wrinkled balls like playthings, building my load. I kneaded her sticky, soft, fresh-mochi ass, tormenting her outer labia.
Squelch, spurt, drip drip—her little hole and inner lips leaked nectar...
Not tasty, and the smell was strong. Like me, she hadn't washed properly in two days of sweat. Yet our concentrated scents felt natural, like rich coffee aroma—we snorted them greedily.
...Slurp, so good
Sniiff... why's it feel so good♡
My tongue piercing her outer lips finally breached the inner. Around her entrance, hotter and tighter, sucking nectar sluuuurp—Isana's thighs tensed more.
"Ugh!"
Her thighs crushed my face like smashing it. Breathless, head pounding... but it felt good.
I'm dying.
Not to be outdone, Isana pursed lips and tongued my shaft... We peaked almost together. Unheld cum and nectar splashed faces.
-Gulp! Gulp!
"Mmmph♡ Hnnng♡"
I trapped her head with thighs, blasting her mouth. Squeeze, glorp, glurk, glurk—her throat gulped it straight-pipe style. In agony, she clawed my legs, leaving long gashes.
"Hnnng♡"
She used me as a cum dump too. Breathless like drowning, I tried escaping—but her thighs locked my jaw open, mashing pussy on my mouth.
C-can't... breathe...
Lost in afterglow, she ground pussy and ass on my nose. Even rubbed her clit on my stubble.
Dazed from asphyxia, but Isana wasn't. She spat out the throat-fucking rod, dissatisfied.
"Still, sucking's not enough."
"W-wait... just a breather..."
"This is still fine, though?"
Isana tapped my upright cock... Hypersensitive, it twitched away.
To trap it, she mounted me. But...
"...What're you doing?"
"W-wait..."
The moment glans touched inner lips. Instinctual fear hit. Like self-stabbing with a sword—an unconscious rejection of the forbidden act... My cock, spent once, was still rock-hard and huge. Isana knew instinctively: insertion would turn her into a yowling bitch.
"N-nooo... d-don't wanna... th-this♡"
Her strong, superior reaction flipped to virgin panic. A weird thrill hit me... Lust reignited, banishing fatigue.
-Splat!
Hands seized her hips; sensing it, she shook her head no, trying to flee. But my thrust was faster.
-Squish!
-Splurch! Stab! Chub!
"Hnnng, h-hiiiiaaaah♡ N-nooo... s-said nooo, eek, heek♡"
Parting outer lips, breaching inner, folds no obstacle. Glans knocking womb door—Isana came again... Her walls clenched like chewing, entrance sucking root-deep.
"Th-this... gonna break me... goin' crazy♡"
"Can move?"
"N-no! I'm cummiiing... cummiiing!!!"
No escape, perfectly plugged—yet nectar leaked endlessly. Her walls flooded lube, begging glans to hurry out. I couldn't hold; despite pleas, I bucked.
"Ogggh, heek... ahng... hng, heep, eep♡"
Weird screams; legs limp, she collapsed on me. Smelly, hot, wet skin pressed closer... I suckled her nipple, kneaded ass like dough, thrust glans deep.
-Thud! Thud! Thud!
-Squelch! Squelch... spluuurch!
"Haaang, hiaaaang, d-don't thrust... heek, mmph... guts piercin'... mmph♡"
Swollen nipples like pink strawberries—teeth gnawed them.
-Crunch crunch.
"Eek... h-hurts, it huuuurts♡"
Distracted by tits, her lower grip loosened. I flipped positions swiftly.
"Eek... wha?"
In a blink, Isana pinned under me. Legs splayed whorishly; her reflection beamed on the smooth hallway ceiling. Drooling, flushed slut-face—that was Sword God Isana's reality.
"Nooo, no... kngh, hnnng♡"
"Hnnng."
Cock-sheathed, immobile, I savored her slowly.
This woman fought in my place for two days.
Her shaking ass from behind, thighs peeking from clothes, sweat-damp nape and hair. I'd stolen glances. Buried face in nape, chased scent. Armpit hairless, wrinkle-free—no pleasure zone, yet my tongue greedily swirled in, centering...
Not shameful, but no woman wants her man licking there—rare anger from Isana.
"D-don't lick there!"
She knew the smell from skin friction. Sword-swinging made it worse. Not bad for a Korean, but it smelled—that mattered.
"Sniiff..."
"N-no... don't sniff there...♡"
But she didn't grasp men's psychology... Craving to slobber a pretty girl's armpit vulgarly, soaking it in saliva. As addictive as her sweet tit-scent...
"Hic-hnn, hnn..."
Tears like dew from shame. I pulled from armpit, met eyes.
"Don't cry."
"Y-you... told you no..."
She cut off. Hypersensitive hole splayed; suffocating pressure surged.
"E... w-what, why... bigger... ahnnng♡"
"Crying makes you prettier."
Made me want to make her cry more.