Magical Girl Friss (2)
Magical Girl Friss almost got raped, I saved her, and her response is to bitch about me using casual speech. Impressive.
"Shouldn't have bothered saving you. I'm out."
"Wait! How are you using abilities?"
"What do you mean? It just works."
"What?!"
It's because of my Ability Nullification, but whatever. Suffer more. I waved as I left the cave.
I was heading back to my original spot when I kept sensing someone behind me. I turned around and locked eyes with Friss. She flinched in surprise, quickly looking away.
"What are you doing?"
"W-Well, when the rescue team comes, it'll be easier if we're together!"
It made sense, but she blushed, embarrassed by her own excuse.
"Why stick with a lowly hunter like me?"
"Ugh...! I have no choice, so I'm putting up with it!"
"Wow... good luck."
"H-Hey, wait!"
I started running fast. Without her transformation, she couldn't catch up. I ignored her shouts from behind.
'Harass Gabriella and Friss just enough to threaten them.'
—Confirmed.—
Back at my spot, my masterpiece bamboo house welcomed me. Even now, it looked great for a first try. Inside, banana leaves covered the floor perfectly.
Two days passed, and I went looking for Friss again. Entering the cave, the stench of rotting corpses hit me hard—the monsters I'd killed were still there. Deeper in, I saw Friss lying down. Why hadn't she dealt with the bodies? As I got closer, she was sweating profusely and moaning. Her forehead was burning up. Exhaustion had turned into a fever. I needed to take her to my place.
I picked up Friss and carried her home.
I laid Friss down in the house and headed to the forest to hunt. Perception Reduction made hunting a breeze—no animals fled, so I'd just approach and kill. Today, I got a deer. After butchering it by the stream, I returned home to find Friss awake.
"You okay?"
She turned to look at me. Her face screamed exhaustion. Her sweat-glistened skin shone, and in just black underwear, the impact was devastating.
"...Thanks."
"Oh? So you can feel gratitude."
"...I'm not that much of a bitch."
"Right."
I was prepping to roast the deer when Friss spoke up.
"Did they abandon us?"
"It's been nine days with no rescue. Either the entrance closed, or they gave up."
"No way out?"
There was—the exit—but I'd blocked it on purpose.
"I circled the whole island. Nothing."
"No sign of that monster?"
"That one? If something that big was around, we'd have seen it. Probably gone."
"Good."
The fire caught well. I added wood to build it up and skewered deer meat on sticks to roast. Soon, the aroma filled the air. Friss reacted to it. She'd probably survived on fruits for nine days. I saw her swallow hard watching the meat sizzle. Perfect color—done.
I pulled it off, sliced it, and took a bite. Juicy, tender texture, full meaty flavor. The animals here tasted amazing, maybe from the restful environment. Friss watched hungrily, her expression giving her away, but pride kept her silent.
I speared a small piece and offered it.
"Hmph, if you're giving it, I'll eat."
Why not just say thanks?
"Mmph! Nom nom."
She chewed blissfully, savoring the long-lost meat. It vanished fast.
"Ah..."
Her eyes flicked to the rest. But freebies end here.
"Want more?"
"...Yeah."
"Then strip off your underwear."
"What the fuck, you psycho?"
She glared murderously.
"Why? Seems fair to me."
"You wanna die that bad?"
"What's wrong? I give meat, you strip and please my eyes. Equal exchange."
"Fuckin' hunters... forget it, I'm not eating."
"Think it over. Strip and come if you change your mind."
She flipped me off. Let's see how far she'll go.
Time passed, fruits dwindled. Without transformation, Friss couldn't hunt, food grew scarce. Eventually, while roasting meat, she approached—naked. I stared; she covered her chest and pussy, looking away. When I said nothing, she dropped her hands.
About 160cm, D-cups. Well-maintained, stunning figure.
"Oh, no hair?"
"Eek."
Bald, smooth pussy—eye candy.
"But that's not enough."
"What?! You said—!"
"That was then. Food's scarcer now—price went up."
"Grr...! What do you want?"
"Suck it."
I dropped my pants, revealing my raging, long-neglected cock. She sneered in disgust, fists clenched, trembling with rage. Delicious.
She approached, knelt, pride shattered. Glared up, then licked tentatively. No skill at all.
"What're you doing?"
"Mmph!"
I grabbed her head, shoved deep.
"This is sucking. Got it?"
I ignored her smacking my thighs, pressed her face into my crotch. The haughty Friss turned red, teary-eyed, looking up—conquest rush. I shook her head to stimulate.
"Gack! Gasp! Sob!"
Cock battered her throat; she pounded my legs in agony. Long deprivation—orgasm built fast. I sped up, pinned deep, invaded her esophagus, and came.
Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!!
Massive load—even I felt it. Backed up forever. Endless.
Done, I looked: eyes rolled back, arms limp. Pulled out—cum refluxed. Waste of protein.
She recovered, cursed me out, then devoured the meat ravenously. Finished, bolted naked into the forest for food. But I'd handled that.
I crafted tools at home. Six hours later, empty-handed Friss returned. Thus, meal-for-blowjob routine. She adapted—no fainting now.
One day post-blowjob, I spotted drops on the floor. Not cum—pussy juice. Masochist? Time to test.
She arrived confidently naked. During the suck, I pinched and yanked her nipple hard.
"Gaaahh!!? Gah!!"
She grabbed my hand to hit—made me pinch harder.
"Gah! Hng! Guh! Kek!"
Realized it worsened, let go, endured. Finished in her throat, pulled out.
"You fuckin' psycho?!?!"
I kicked her pussy.
"Gyyyaaaaahhh!!♥"
Squiiiirt!
She collapsed, grabbed my leg, squirted. Pushed her down—frog pose, afterglow. Pussy soaked. Rubbed my cock on it.
"Hii! Haa... Wh-what're you doing?!"
"What else? Fucking."
"You're insane?! No way!"
"After all this, playing shy?"
"It's my first tiiiime!"
"I know."
Smack!
"You bastard! Kyaaaah!!"
"Virgin pussy—mine."
"Pull out!! Gah!"
Choked her—tight pussy clenched wildly, squirting. First pussy in ages. I thrust hard.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Gack! Guh! Kk! Haaauuugh!!!"
Controlled choking. Even half-conscious, pussy gushed pleasure. Face flushed, tears streaming, convulsing in orgasm. Snotty, ahegao mess—adorable. Feeling climax, choked hard, no breath, slammed deep. Couldn't hold—came in her pussy, released throat, pinched nipples viciously.
Spluuuurt!! Splurt!!
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!♥♥♥♥!!"
Violent spasms, hips bucking, squirting nonstop. Thud. Drool. Post-orgasm, she lay dead-like; yellow stream weakly trickled from her pussy.