Breaking Her Habits (3)
Simply touching her was never going to be enough for me.
Even after obsessively sucking, licking, and ravaging her, the desire piled up in her lower half — swollen so full of blood it seemed ready to burst — refused to settle. Every time Diana's dripping moans and cries of pleasure circled my ears, I felt a thirst that burned my throat.
Pulling down my trousers, I drew out the thing I'd been suppressing between my legs.
"Aaahh…."
Diana's mouth fell wide open. Her eyes, unable to find anywhere to settle, trembled. It was a gasp laced equally with shock and disbelief — a groan that had escaped her without her meaning it to.
"What's the matter? It's not like you've never seen a cock before."
"Th… that's…."
Diana did her best to avoid my gaze as I looked down at her. But even in the middle of it, her eyes kept wandering, sneaking sideways glances at my erect cock again and again.
I understood, though. The sheer size and girth of it was enough to intimidate any woman on sight alone. I'd stake my life on it — among even the Heavenly King's bloodline, the so-called Heavenly Tribe, there wasn't a man bigger than me.
"I don't think I've… ever seen one, actually."
"Mm-hmm."
A trembling voice, that. And there I was, wearing my most innocent, wide-eyed face — who, me? I don't know anything about any of that.
"What a load of bullshit."
"Huh?"
"At least get your story straight. Maybe you lack the experience, but you've seen plenty."
I hadn't expected her to play along honestly anyway. Everyone has their pride, and the instinct to resist submitting to another person is only natural. Diana, after all, was one of the Heavenly Tribe — a people who regarded humans as being far beneath them.
But a lie, really? Of all things, she picks exactly the behavior I hate most?
"The 'Sacred Communion Ritual' your hardline faction cooked up — Vital Sentry and all the rest included. You think I don't know about it?"
"Th… that's—!"
"The Heavenly Tribe scattered their seed far and wide to multiply their line. Thanks to that, gifted individuals were born and the world advanced."
What would the world have become if that ritual hadn't been stopped by the moderates, led by the great mage faction? I swallowed the words rising all the way up my throat and turned the question back on her.
"You understand what I'm getting at, don't you?"
"Th… that is, I'm not trying to hide anything! I just… don't particularly… like it…."
"I know. But the disgust you're describing is a far cry from what humans would call common sense. Wouldn't you say?"
Under the pretext of holding their sacred communion, the Heavenly Tribe had gathered women, raped them, and forced them to bear children — mass-producing spare vessels the same way a factory churns out backup batteries in case a smartphone's dies. They trampled human dignity underfoot, all while betraying the will of the great mother they themselves exalted.
Diana was comparatively better off. For one of the hardliners, she'd recoiled from such brazen acts of coupling. But the root of it wasn't pity for humans, or any such sympathy. To her and the rest of the Heavenly Tribe, humans were no different from any other livestock. She'd simply found the sight of humans mounting beasts physiologically repulsive.
Better than the others, sure — but garbage all the same.
Looking the other way is a sin too, if a sin's what you want to call it. Still, there was a vast gulf between recyclable garbage and waste discarded without even the chance of redemption. She'd grown up in a twisted environment from childhood, steeped in the hardliners' ideology of chosen superiority — there was room to take that into account. Not that it erased the karma of her past entirely.
Well, works for me.
For my purposes, her attitude was welcome. It meant that no matter how far I went, I wouldn't need to feel a shred of guilt. I could turn these insufferably arrogant tribeswomen into beautiful maid slaves and work them to the bone.
"Anyway, quit staring blankly and start sucking. I need my turn too."
"I… I…."
Diana curled up like a frightened dog with its tail between its legs. Any trace of rebellion that had lingered in her eyes had long since vanished.
At least for now.
"I c… can't do… something like this…."
But she still refused to follow my words, despite my telling her to throw away that pitiful shred of pride. If she'd negotiated instead — I'll do this for you, so please, stop here — I'd have relented and let it go.
"Haah."
Explaining it to her one piece at a time was exhausting. In the end, I pulled out the hard-line solution and held it up in front of her.
"Kneel."
"Ugh!"
The same command as before — but this time, mana rode my voice. The parasite planted in Diana's body seized control of her nerves at the word transmitted by the First Heartbeat embedded in my heart, and robbed her of her freedom.
"Why all of a sudden—"
Resentment clouded her face. She clearly hated being forced into submission and made to kneel, and looked about to protest with her mouth gaping wide —
Smack!
"Ahhk!"
My hand was faster.
Crack!
My palm, fingers spread wide, struck her ass hard. With a sharp, ringing sound, her back arched like a drawn bow. Her pale, smooth skin flushed crimson, my handprint seared into it like a brand.
"Nnngh, th…aaahk!"
Smack, smack!
Diana begged me to stop. I ignored her. Like a parent disciplining a child who'd done wrong, I put real force behind every blow to her rear.
Smaaack!
"Aaaack!"
Her plump backside ripened red as an apple, radiating heat. The last slap was fierce enough to leave a mark, and Diana trembled uncontrollably, her lewdly offered ass thrust out toward me, stinging with the burn.
That was satisfying.
It felt like all the stress I'd been hoarding inside my chest had been washed clean away. It wasn't an experience I came by often, hitting a woman like that. Committing this moment to memory, I looked down at her.
"Hhic… sob."
A round tear fell from Diana's eye onto the cafe's wooden floor. She sobbed, finally spewing out the bitterness she'd kept buried inside.
"I only ever wanted… the Shingi… hnn… that's all. I was just going to remove the parasite and leave everything else… hnnng…."
Humiliation and rage — and beneath them, the helplessness of thrashing against the ground in her wretched state, unable to defy me even once. Her emotions erupted all at once.
She looked every bit the pitiable tragic heroine, enough to stir anyone's sympathy. But that wretched display only fanned the sadism smoldering inside me.
Snick.
I undid the string of the panties she'd refused to strip off until the very end. The scrap of black fabric dropped limply to the floor, and Diana was left bared completely. Nothing remained to hide her shame.
"Aah…!"
Despair flooded Diana's face. Instinct had told her exactly what would come next.
I rubbed my cock against her pussy, working in a proper warm-up. Slow strokes, back and forth.
"Aaaah! Please! Not that — anything but that…!"
Diana carried the bloodline of gods, superior to all others, and had claimed her place as the rightful successor of the Shingi. She'd taken pride in it. She'd believed herself something special, different from everyone else. And now that same woman was about to be raped by a human — the very creature she'd treated like a dog or cat, like livestock.
Absolute horror. Something she could never, ever accept.
"I was wrong! I'll never act up again! So please — just not this…!"
She begged with everything she had, but she couldn't stop me. With my preparations done, I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance — then drove my hips forward and forced it all the way in, in one thrust.
Shlzzk!
"AAAAAACK!"
My thick, imposing shaft tore through her delicate inner walls as it invaded her depths. Where cock met cunt, a line of vivid red blood trickled down like rain. In that narrow passage gripping me like it had been bound with a rubber band, the warmth of her virgin's blood wrapped scalding around my shaft.
"Uuuuugh!"
A scream — the sound of a woman's dignity collapsing. Diana convulsed, the whites of her eyes showing, her whole body shuddering as though in seizure. Whether the first stabbing pain of her life had knocked her mind loose or not, drool spilled in a slack line from her open mouth.
With any other woman, I'd have checked on her and given her time to recover. Instead, I began moving my hips without mercy.
Slap, slap!
A savage pistonning that didn't have a shred of consideration in it. There was nothing romantic about this coupling — no whispered endearments, no tender atmosphere. Virgin blood for lubricant. I used it purely to vent my lust and as an instrument of violence to conquer her.
Smack, smack, smack!
"Aaahnk! Hahhh… uuiik!"
Gut-wrenching screams filled the room, and I matched them — plunging deeper, rougher, carving up her insides as I savored the fuck. The walls squeezing down around my cock, the wet heat of the blood soaking us both, the pleasure surging through it all — it drove my brain out of its mind.
It was addictive. Let my guard slip, and I might never feel a thing from ordinary sex again.
"Haaaahnk!"
I hammered into her without restraint, and her mind went to mush, her body going limp beneath me. A thread of consciousness flickering like it might gutter out at any moment — guess I'd better catch it for her.
"Think I'm about to finish soon."
"Aahn, uuungh…! Finish? W… wait…."
In the two breaths it took for those words to pass between us, her head spun like a top. The moment Diana grasped my meaning, shadow fell across her expression. Flooded with terror, she reacted far more violently than when her virginity had been stolen from her.
"I'll be good! I'll behave, I swear! Just please — please, anywhere but inside…!"
"Can you promise me that?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll do anything! I won't complain again, I'll live properly and behave — so please…!"
She threw her pride away entirely and groveled so hard her hands and feet blurred. I'd never in my life seen a woman so desperate. My cock burned like it was on fire.
Should give her what she wants, then.
Paired with the whip, there always has to be the carrot. Cruelty for cruelty's sake was never my taste anyway.
Let's finish this.
Creak, creak!
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!
To end it, I picked up the pace of my thrusts. Using the head of my cock as a spearhead, I battered mercilessly at the wall called her cervix. Supreme pleasure crashed over me in wave after wave — climax was right in front of me.
Diana seemed to feel it coming too. The fear that my seed might be planted inside her grew with every increase in speed, and her struggles worsened.
"Aaaah, no! Don't come inside! I don't want to get pregnant, I don't—!"
Her scream stopped me for one fleeting heartbeat, but I gathered myself at the very last instant and barely wrenched my cock free.
Pop!
Burrrt, brrrt!
Thick, sticky white cum sprayed across the graceful curve of Diana's back. From her body, drenched in semen, the distinct fishy-sweet scent of night flowers rose into the air.
"Hahaha… ah, thank god…."
Even though she'd been defiled to her very depths, the fact that her insides hadn't been flooded with cum was enough. Relief washed over her — and with her eyes rolled back white, Diana fainted.