Great Madness (9) ─ Throb!
“──Ugh?! Y-you, what did you just do, hnnngh♡?!”
I rubbed my cock inside her like I was stroking her belly from within. Dana arched her back as if I’d struck a vital point. “Nngh, fuck…! Sis, you’re squeezing way too tight…?!”
But the pleasure had intensified for me too. Maybe it was because I’d adjusted the thickness—Dana’s pussy clung to my shaft like sticky rice cake and refused to let go.
─Brrrrr!
I shuddered at the illusion that her pussy had become an even greater masterpiece. There was no longer any need for Dana to consciously tighten; from thickness to length, everything had been reshaped to perfectly match this prickly little cunt. Effortless, flawless compatibility. We were simply made for each other.
‘Still, at this rate I should be able to finish pretty quick.’
Sensing the success of my experimental challenge, I snapped my hips.
─Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap♡!!
“Sis? Can you feel it? I changed the shape a bit—how is it?”
“Ah, ah, ah, haaah♡?! Hwaaaah♡?!”
“……Shit, this is dangerous. I’m gonna blow any second.”
Normally I had enough composure to watch my wives’ reactions while moving my hands, but right now that was impossible. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t multitask. It felt like I’d gone a whole month without jerking off and was now pounding away—every thrust sent sparks through my body.
While still buried inside her, I rolled my hips slowly; the soft inner walls wrapped around the underside of my glans. I was lost in ecstasy, thinking of nothing but the pleasure in my cock, just like the day I lost my virginity.
“Hnnf, kuheuuung♡?! Hoouuuu, hieeeeeeuuu…♡!!”
“Whoa, those pussy folds are insane.”
To think I’d been having sex without knowing this pussy’s true flavor—I felt like I’d wasted half my life.
I mounted Dana like a dog in heat and hammered into her.
─Thrust! Squish squish squish! Spurt spurt spuuurt!!
Dana’s knees gave out; every time I drove into her she bounced up and down. But I was too busy holding back my load to care. If I came now, she’d never let me live it down—calling me a premature ejaculator for the rest of time.
Using that flimsy excuse, I savored the sensation of her folds scraping along the curve of my shaft, the way my glans brushed her inner walls with every thrust, sending shivers up my spine.
Yet even that wasn’t enough to withstand Dana’s pussy, which only grew tighter with every climax instead of loosening.
─Gush!
In a moment of carelessness I pumped a thick rope of semen straight into her.
“Mmph…!”
I clenched every muscle. Even though willpower was winning over pleasure, the folds gently scraping the base of my cock were almost unbearable. To perform Seidr I needed to cum outside and smear the fluid on my partner—that was why the ritual included fellatio. But pull out at this timing?
‘Screw that. Not happening.’
If I had to cover her body, I could just cum once more afterward. I abandoned all restraint.
Spurt spurt spurt spuuuurt! Spurt spurt spuuuurt…♡! Spurt! Spuuuurt spuuuurt spuuuurt……!
“Hoooeet…♡ Heeeng…, hoouuu…♡”
Squeeze…♡!
Dana clutched her nun’s veil as if grabbing her own hair. Her shoulders trembled every time my seed pulsed out, as though her body had synchronized even with the rhythm of my ejaculation. An absurd amount of cum overflowed from her entrance, coating my shaft and dripping down her raised hips. It ran along the womb tattoo beneath my hand and up toward her breasts.
I pressed my face between her shoulder blades.
“Dana. That was fucking insane, right? I can keep going like this, yeah?”
“Hoouuek…♡”
I had no idea what that meant, but I decided to take it as a yes. Like a beast that had slipped its leash, I kept thrusting without even pulling out.
***
“That thing you did earlier—never again. Got it?”
After the sex ended and Dana regained her senses, she stripped off her nun’s habit to keep it from getting wet and glared at me. Her face was flushed crimson with anger, and the sight made my cock twitch.
─Twitch twitch!
She saw it and trembled with rage. “You fucking pervert, you’re getting hard again?! Is this really the time for your dick to be twitching?!”
“Yes ma’am! I’m sorry!”
I was kneeling naked with both hands raised in a posture of repentance. If it had been anyone but Dana, the humiliation would have made me writhe.
─Thump thump!
Dana genuinely furious, she pounded the pillow. “I seriously thought I was going to die! You know that?! Everything went black and I didn’t even know what was happening to me, but that thick thing kept stirring up my brain the whole time! That was attempted murder, attempted murder!”
“I’m really sorry!”
“You could’ve just fucked me like usual! That was way over the line! A few more times like that and I’d either die in bed or develop a trauma about sex!”
Honestly, I hadn’t realized it would be that dangerous either. Giving my cock the “armor-piercing (sex-specialized)” buff was one thing, but the fact that even I couldn’t stop myself anymore was clearly a problem. My stamina was basically a sex cheat code. Non-stop berserker sex without holding back was a straight ticket to dying on top of someone.
She’d been subjected to pleasure twice as intense as usual, nonstop, for three or four times as long. I understood why she was angry.
“Fuck, fine, I got it. ……Haa.”
Dana leaned on the bed, exhausted, and touched the semen overflowing from her pussy. The way she rubbed the fluid between her fingers looked strangely sensual—was that my imagination?
“……Gulp.”
Not my imagination. The way she swallowed told me that the sex we’d just had would be an unforgettable experience in Dana’s life. A cock that was basically a drug. If she ever asked for another round, I’d have to refuse.
“……Anyway, now we just go to sleep?”
Dana, having roughly wiped herself clean, suddenly regained her composure and asked. I nodded.
“Yeah. After we clean up, lie down on the bed and call the others whose minds are connected. Ah, wait a second?”
I got up and picked up the item I’d left on the table—the relic from the Ulster village warehouse that Franc had given me. Hmm. Was it like this…?
“It’s hard to adjust because it’s been running for so long. Ah, this one.”
─Vrrrrrm!
A holographic image projected into the air. Dana had been about to get up to clean when her expression froze.
“Nord. What are you doing now──”
─Hnnf, kuheuuung♡?! Hoouuuu, hieeeeeeuuu…♡!!
She stopped mid-sentence and went rigid. She was now watching herself howling like a bitch in heat—from a third-person perspective.
“Ah, shit.”
I hadn’t expected it to display on such a huge screen. Panicking, I stopped the relic. Dana stared at me with hollow eyes.
“……Nord. What exactly is that?”
“……Amateur porn?”
I confessed honestly. A magic item that worked exactly like the recording function of a rune stone! That was precisely what this stone relic was. An otherworldly camera, so to speak. Even civilizations with no connection whatsoever ended up with similar human thoughts and cultures. That saying was spot on. The concept of “filming” existed in this world too.
“You crazy bastard! Give that here right now!”
Dana, face scarlet from watching herself moan, lunged at me. With her lower half in that state she looked like a nun starved for sex.
“I’ll give it! I’ll give it, so don’t break it! I’m sorry for recording without permission! I just wanted to see how good the quality was! I’m sorry!”
Unable to dodge, I caught Dana and held her. In other words, I restrained her so she couldn’t smash the relic. Even between husband and wife, secret recording was a crime. This was my fault for getting excited over discovering a camera for the first time in this world.
“Don’t worry, I’ll delete it right in front of you! It’d be such a waste to break it! It’ll be useful for way more than just this!”
Of course I was going to delete the video. Leaving something like a sex tape lying around where someone else might see it would be disastrous. Dana glared at me with a mixture of distrust and reluctant trust.
“……Really? If you secretly keep a copy and jerk off to it later, you’re dead.”
“I swear on my cock.”
“Fucking asshole. Either way I lose.”
Maybe. Probably. I was thinking of sticking it on the front door like a CCTV and recording my wives whenever I went on a trip. Though it was a shame I couldn’t print the photos.
Vrrrrrm─!
I deleted the footage right in front of Dana. The controls were intuitive enough that I could figure them out. Only record, stop, search, play, and delete.
“Done. Let’s clean up, tell the others, and get some sleep.”
“Huu……. Yeah, you bastard. I’m exhausted.”
We cleaned the cabin with magic and cleaning tools before stepping outside. While doing so, I tucked the now-empty stone camera into my robe like it was a gold bar. Hopefully I’d record more good memories than crime scenes with it.
‘I finally understand why people take photos when they travel.’
My gallery used to contain nothing but pay stubs and animal pictures. I must be getting old—lately I’ve started wanting to preserve memories in physical form.