While She Slept (2)
The meal Marin had prepared for me.
She had laid herself out on a plate called a bed and offered herself up to her guest — me.
A prepared meal has no say in the matter.
Destined to do nothing but be devoured, and I, a gourmet, smacked my lips at the beautiful plating before me.
Squish.
I started with her chest.
Her breasts, still capped by her underwear, overflowed with the elasticity of Haribo gummies.
The more I kneaded, the more addicted I became.
Compared to the other girls hers were on the smaller side, but that was exactly what gave them meaning.
Just as the more mass-produced items come off the assembly line, the more value attaches to a handmade piece crafted with human care —
the more big breasts there were in the world, the rarer and more precious a modest pair became.
Among the entire cast of Academy Yuri Princess, Marin was the only one blessed with dainty ones.
That firm, densely packed feel of her flesh was something only she could give me.
Squish, squish.
"Phew…."
I fondled the plush fabric of her underwear, and the soft mound beneath it.
All set to the soundtrack of Marin's slow, sleeping breaths.
Even though I had her permission, there was a transgressive thrill to it — like sneaking a violation while she slept.
I wonder how deep she's out?
According to her character notes, a bomb could drop right beside her and she wouldn't so much as blink.
Shall we put that to the test?
Squeeze!
I seized her breast as hard as I could.
Like a baker kneading dough into a new shape, I crushed it without mercy, pulled it, played with it to my heart's content.
At this level, even the deepest sleeper should be showing some reflex.
Curious what reaction she'd give, I studied her closely.
"Phuuu…."
"Impressive."
Not a single movement.
She was still swimming laps through dreamland.
Seriously? This doesn't wake you?
Not even a flinch?
Absolutely immovable.
And that only emboldened me.
Shhhk.
I slid her bra down.
Her nipple, swollen and proud like a perfectly ripened strawberry, got pinched between my fingers and tugged.
Tug!
A peach-colored bud stretching like freshly baked mozzarella.
Thanks to my firm pull, her body lifted off the bed, if only slightly.
"Aah…!"
Marin's consciousness was somewhere far beyond.
And yet her body felt everything with complete honesty.
Watching her jolt for that one fleeting instant, the corners of my mouth crept upward on their own.
"Marin."
I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered.
She showed no sign of waking, so I gently swept her hair back from her face.
Cute.
A toy I could play with however I pleased.
A living, breathing onahole.
She had once been a guardian who carried out the God King's will and exterminated monsters.
Now she was playing the part of a real doll, arms slack, legs spread, existing to relieve one man's desires.
The moment that truth sank in, I wanted to torment her all the more mercilessly.
Slip!
I stripped off her bra, raised two fingers, and slipped them between Marin's thighs.
Her pure white panties went right along with my fingers, disappearing into her pussy.
Scritch, scritch!
I churned up the inside of her without restraint.
Scraping carefully at her walls, working her loose so she'd be ready to take my cock the moment I wanted her to — that was the goal.
With her panties caught between us as a cushion, I didn't have to worry about hurting her.
I stirred up her insides at my leisure.
"Mmmh… nngh…."
At first Marin had shown nothing, but maybe she was warming up after all — she kept spilling out lewd little moans.
The utterly obscene sounds of a female in heat only fanned my mischief further.
Riding that momentum, I drove my fingers deeper into her pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
The once-dry fabric was soaked through now, as if it had been dunked in water and pulled back out.
As if she were enjoying it, the entrance of her panty-stuffed pussy pulsed open and closed like a breathing clam.
Spurt!
She came, right then and there.
Marin, shamelessly squirting her love juice without a shred of embarrassment.
Her face stayed perfectly serene, but a crimson flush spread across her cheeks.
And her trembling seemed to be coming faster and faster, too.
Time for the main event, then?
She was plenty prepped by now — which meant it was time to move on to the real game.
I dragged Marin's limp panties down off her hips.
Shhhk.
Strings of nectar stretched like thread, filling the air with a sweet, filthy scent.
When I spread her entrance open with my fingers, the bumpy ridges of her inner flesh came into view around the moisture-slicked passage.
How good would it feel to sink into that?
I swallowed hard without meaning to.
My cock was already swelling to the point of bursting beneath my waistband, so I hastily shed my pants.
My rigid, engorged rod swung toward Marin's hole.
Veins standing at attention, practically begging to be buried inside her right that second.
Her consent had been secured long ago — no need for deliberation.
Shluup!
"Hnngh!"
Starting from the crown, half my shaft sank in at once.
The base still wouldn't fit, no more then than now, but compared to last time it slid in smooth as silk.
Tight!
And even so, the grip was beyond anything from the day her hymen had been broken through.
She'd woken late, but the pressure I'd felt back then had been taut as a rubber band wound round and round —
Focus, or I'll blow my load inside her right now.
It genuinely felt like I, the one with my cock buried in her, might whimper and finish on the spot.
A legendary pussy, plain and simple.
Shlup!
When I tried to pull my hips back, the ridges of her walls clung to me and refused to let go.
Every forced retreat stimulated me straight through my core, pleasure shooting up my spine and into my brain like a live wire.
Slap, slap!
"Hah! Hah!"
What a joke this was.
From adulthood until this very day, I'd been with countless women and grown as accustomed to sex as anyone could possibly be —
and here I was, bucking my hips like a beast.
Slap slap slap!
My cock hammered wildly at her entrance, desperate to reach the womb waiting to drink down my seed.
Every thrust, skin dragged across skin, friction stoking my shaft hotter and hotter.
"Hah… haah…."
And Marin just lay there comfortably through all of it.
Unconscious, eyes closed.
Her body jerked on pure reflex — nothing more than a spinal response, her flesh reacting automatically.
Even those sultry little breaths were just a physiological byproduct of the violent motion.
"Mmm…? Solis…?"
"!"
Slap slap slap slap!
There was no way I could have heard Marin's voice.
It was nothing but an auditory hallucination of my own making.
God, but it was exhilarating.
Carried away on the surging heat, I gripped her hips and pounded into her like a man possessed.
Ah. I understood it now.
Why restraint was this impossible.
I'd had a similar experience not long ago.
"Ahhh, no! Don't cum inside me! I don't want to get pregnantttt!"
Diana. When I'd been with her, I'd felt a similar rapture — that rush of elation.
The thrill of conquest and superiority that came from taking a woman by force — I'd tasted a trace of it in Marin.
It was consensual sex, of course, as you well know — but the fact remained that no matter what I did to her, she couldn't move so much as a finger.
That was what made this sleep-bred scenario so damn arousing.
The fantasy painted itself without any help from me.
Marin waking in the morning sun.
Her stretching luxuriously, feeling wonderfully refreshed — and the sight that would greet her the moment she peeled back the covers.
Naked as the day she was born, without a stitch on.
Her insides stuffed to every corner with cum, her belly swollen round.
Naturally, Marin wasn't the type to panic over something like that — but I couldn't stop the fantasy anyway.
Forcing myself on a defenseless woman before my eyes.
Impregnating her, making her mine.
I leaned into a filthy, narrow-minded way of thinking that no intelligent human being should be capable of.
Chomp!
Starting from her flat, spare belly, I sucked hungrily at the small hills of her breasts and her nipples, relentless.
I trailed my tongue over her spotless, hairless armpits, then licked my way from her throat to her ears, leaving no inch of her unexplored.
Squelch, squelch!
Slap slap slap slap slap!
And through it all, my genes kept moving, hell-bent on carving themselves into her.
The pistoning grew faster.
After ramming into her hard enough to catch fire, I finally let the pent-up load I'd been holding back pour into her.
Burrrt! Burst!
The instant I spilled my seed, I crushed Marin into my arms.
As if I'd never let her go until her womb was brimming full with my offspring.
Drained of every last ounce of strength, I flopped back onto the bed — and for a long while I lay like that, holding her, unmoving.
…
Chirp, chirp!
"Haaam."
A sparrow trilled as the early morning light crested the horizon.
Marin yawned, stretched, and looked around.
"Sticky."
I'd painted her inside and out with such enthusiasm that her whole body was slathered in a milky white glaze.
The nose-stinging scent of night flowers hung thick in every corner of the bedroom.
"Solis. You okay?"
"Yeah…."
She came over to where I'd collapsed beside the bed and propped me up.
"Solis looks bad. Mummified."
"…Do I, really?"
Just as she said, I was gaunt, a bare skeleton of a man.
I'd grown so frail that a gentle breeze could have carried me off.
"No regrets… in my life… none."
But so what?
As a man, I'd emptied myself completely into a beautiful woman.
If I died right now, I could go satisfied—
"…"
"Ah. Fainted."
That day, just like the accidental first night Marin and I had shared, I was carried off to the infirmary.