The Warmth of Franc
My first impression of Francesca Aitrynen was that she felt warm.
“Mwah. Smack...” Franc clung to me as though she wanted to melt into my body, her lips never leaving mine. Our breaths mingled, carrying the sharp scent of distilled liquor and the sweet, intimate fragrance of her skin.
“Haa… haa…” We kept our mouths pressed together for dozens of seconds, unwilling to part. When I finally opened my lips to breathe, her tongue— which had been carefully licking my lower lip—slipped inside, searching for its partner before shyly retreating.
Something felt off. This was supposed to be nothing more than foreplay, yet the kiss was far too desperate. It didn’t feel like she was setting the mood for the main event. If anything, she seemed flustered and overwhelmed, like she had no idea what to do with herself.
“Haa… ngh!” Her eyes had been squeezed shut from the moment our lips met, and she showed no sign of opening them. To be honest, she wasn’t particularly skilled at kissing. There was no refined technique with her tongue; she simply clung to me with desperate, sucking motions. Even so, the affection behind it was unmistakable. Every time my hands stroked her back, she trembled violently.
“Hoooooo…” Thanks to her clumsy efforts, I actually felt myself relaxing. I steadied my breathing and let the alcohol haze fade a little. Then I sat up, lifting her with me.
Whoosh!
“…Ah.” The moment our lips separated, Franc let out a small, regretful sound. Without hesitation, I carried her to the bed and laid her down on the clean white sheets.
Thump.
I set her down and climbed on top of her. Franc didn’t seem to mind being pinned beneath me in the slightest. Without avoiding my gaze, she reached up with both hands to cup my cheeks, gently stroking them. I extended my own hand and brushed the hair away from her face. She flinched for a brief moment at my touch, then hesitantly pressed her cheek into my palm.
Her body temperature, raised by excitement and drink, felt pleasantly warm against the cool air. That was the signal to begin.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, lightly grazing her skin with my teeth as I licked along her throat.
“Ah… haah!!” Her soft body shuddered with tension and arousal. Even as I sensed her nervousness, my tongue didn’t stop.
—Slide.
I placed one hand on her hip, moving slowly so she wouldn’t feel startled or afraid. At the same time, I made sure she could clearly feel the pressure of my palm gliding across her body. I held back the urge to go straight for her breasts or between her legs. Franc appeared to have zero experience with sexual acts. Touching her there would probably make her just as nervous as penetration itself. Foreplay and caresses were meant to prepare her for sex, not increase her fear. That would defeat the entire purpose.
“…Hngh.”
I continued the gentle caresses across her bare skin while slowly removing her clothes. Her pajamas were loose and comfortable, making them easy to take off. I slid her bottoms down, then slipped my hands under the back of her top. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra but a delicate negligee-style undergarment. She must have prepared it in advance, hoping things would reach this point. The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal through me as I stripped away the last of her clothing.
I had briefly considered leaving her top on out of consideration for her modesty, but the desire to see those enormous breasts proved too strong to resist.
“──Ahh, ah…” Even while I undressed her, I kept up the caresses. Mixed with the alcohol, her voice gradually took on a lewd tone.
Still, to ensure smooth penetration later, I needed to build her arousal and bring her to climax first. Fortunately, a body already tense from a first experience would reach orgasm easily even without much prior development. Not that I was in any position to judge—my own cock felt like it was about to burst.
—Smack.
I kissed her neck once more, then shifted my position to lie beside her. Before she could react, I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.
“Mmm… slurp…” I slid my right arm behind her neck like a pillow, holding her close while my hand kneaded her breast. The sensation was far more heavenly than I had imagined from simply looking at her. It filled my palm with overwhelming softness.
—Squish.
While continuing to caress her breast and kiss her, I moved my free hand to her thigh. I applied just enough pressure to make the touch noticeable and slowly traveled upward. I stroked her ass as I passed, though I didn’t squeeze it. The impulse to bury my face in her chest and grope her backside without restraint nearly overwhelmed me, but the feeling of her breast in my right hand helped me maintain control.
My now-clearheaded left hand continued its journey to her completely bare mound. The tip of my index finger brushed against her hot, wet folds.
“Ah, ah…!” The unfamiliar sensation of someone else’s hand touching her there must have startled her. Franc moaned and clamped her thighs together. I began stroking her over her panties, my left hand trapped between her soft thighs. At the same time, I kept kissing her deeply to prevent any anxiety from taking root in her mind.
“Haa, hngh…” Under the gentle caresses, the pressure of her thighs gradually weakened. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly spread her legs for me. It took less than two minutes for the reaction I had been waiting for.
“Ungh…! Hyaah!! Ha!!!”
Squirt!! Squish!!
Her thighs, which had been opening little by little, suddenly clamped shut again. Her hips lifted clear off the bed. Her back arched like a bow, and her full breasts quivered with the pleasure of climax.
“Haa… haa… haaaa…!” Breathing hard, Franc threw her arms around my neck. It looked as though she were desperately clinging to a lifeline while being swept away by waves of ecstasy. I stopped moving my tongue and fingers, gently stroking her breasts instead.
Several minutes passed like that. Then I felt a small, feminine hand on my head. Franc was stroking my hair. It was a gesture that said everything was alright now, that she was ready to embrace me. I knew it was time to move to the next stage.
To be blunt, the blood had been rushing to my lower half for so long that I thought I might die. I moved the hand that had been caressing her pussy, sliding it slowly across her silky skin. My right hand grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them down while my other hand lifted her hips to help. As the soaked fabric slid off, her long, beautifully proportioned legs stretched out like a ballerina’s.
Franc covered her mouth with the back of her hand, as if trying to hide her embarrassment.
“─Ngh.”
When she saw my hand glistening with her juices, she let out a short cry. I casually licked the fluid from my fingers. She flinched as though my tongue had touched her directly, then covered her eyes with her hands. But through the gaps in her fingers, her blue eyes peeked out, watching me intently.
I couldn’t keep licking forever, so I wiped my hand on the sheets. Kneeling on the bed, I pulled off my top.
Slide—
“…Ah♥” The moment my physique was revealed, Franc reflexively let out a sweet—almost animalistic—sound that could only be described as feminine. She seemed embarrassed by her own reaction; when our eyes met, she quickly looked away. But that response had done incredible things for my male pride. If anything, I felt like I should be the one bowing in gratitude.
These muscles had nothing to do with Beast Regression; they were the result of ordinary training. That made me even prouder. But the real show was still to come.
At that moment, Franc reached for my belt, apparently trying to help me undress. I tossed my top onto the table and watched quietly as she removed the rest of my clothes.
Slither. Whoosh!
The moment she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, my monstrous cock—long sealed away—whipped out like a striking snake, swinging right past her face before dropping heavily onto her forehead with a dull thud, guided by gravity and its own angle.
“──.”
Franc stared up at the massive thing resting on her face with a completely dazed expression. It was so long that even after covering her entire face, the base and glans still had room to spare.
“──Hoo, hoo. Hoo, hoo.” She let out short, rapid breaths as if trying to calm her shocked heart. Each inhale drew the scent of my cock deep into her nostrils.
“Huu. Huu. Huuu—” The smell of the cock lying across her face made her breathing grow heavier. With trembling hands, she grasped the shaft. Her fingers were slender like any adult woman’s, yet they looked tiny. They could barely wrap around the girth.
Stroke. Stroke.
After caressing the head and base with her hands, Franc licked the middle of my shaft as if intoxicated by its scent.
—Lick.
“Ungh.” Now it was my turn to groan. The sensation of her small tongue sliding along my length made my entire cock twitch violently. Franc looked up at me with my cock still pressed to her lips, checking my expression. I silently stroked her hair—gently, so as not to ruin her hairstyle. Taking that as permission, she began licking the base of my cock with passionate devotion.
“Slurp. Mmph. Chuuup…” Her tongue work was just as clumsy and artless as her kissing had been. Yet her eyes grew hazy, as though she found genuine pleasure simply in the act of licking me.
“Mmm… slurp…” As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Franc took my cock into her mouth and sucked on the glans. It was clear she didn’t know what she was doing, but she was trying her absolute hardest. That much came through.
I finally understood the reason behind her strangely aggressive yet clumsy technique. Her homeland was the land of dwarves. That nation had frequent dealings with the Viking-ruled country of Germania. Viking men apparently considered sexual acts taboo and placed great importance on chastity. They believed that treating ships as female meant the ship’s spirit would grow jealous, or that only those who died with their purity intact could reach Valhalla. Perhaps Franc, influenced by that culture, had received almost no proper sex education. After leaving home, she might have gathered information without any foundational knowledge. Just as middle-school boys and girls who watch porn mistake its exaggerated acts for normal behavior, the novels or stories from which Franc had learned about sex might have been filled with high-intensity, poorly executed oral techniques.
In truth, I had never received fellatio before either. That might be why even the occasional scrape of her teeth felt intensely stimulating.
“Pwah…” After licking and wetting the entire shaft for a while, Franc lifted her mouth and moved to the head.
“Haaam…” Holding the long shaft with her hand, she opened her mouth wide and took the tip inside. I felt the wet, soft warmth envelop the glans. Every time she breathed, hot air brushed across it.
“Mmph…” The limit of what Franc could fit in her mouth was about half my length. No—judging by how it nudged against the back of her throat, she was forcing herself beyond her limit.
“Huuuu…” Neither the feel of her breath on my cock, the warmth on my glans, nor her desperate tongue movements excited me as much as the way her eyes kept checking my expression.
Some people call licking another person’s genitals during fellatio an act of “service.” It’s because the giver often derives no pleasure themselves and does it purely for their partner.
“Mmm… puu… slurrrp.” That was exactly what Franc was doing right now. The way she looked up, trying to read from my face whether it hurt or whether she was making me feel good, was nothing short of adorable. Unfortunately for her, it also meant her fellatio skills weren’t yet enough to make me cum.
—Squeeze.
I had just thought that even if she kept rolling her tongue until her jaw fell off, I probably wouldn’t finish, when Franc began stroking my saliva-soaked cock with both hands.
“…Kh!” For the first time since we started, I let out a sound. Even with nearly half my enlarged cock in her mouth, there was still enough length left for her hands to work. The combination of her mouth and dual-handed stroking caused the pleasure to skyrocket.
Handjobs don’t require much technique. When I masturbated, I simply moved my hand up and down. What I hadn’t expected was that Franc’s natural dwarven dexterity would come into play here.
—Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke…!!
“Ungh, Franc! W-wait…!”
Unlike her clumsy tongue, her hands adapted with terrifying speed, moving like sponges soaked in water. Her two hands moved in different patterns and at different speeds. The sensation of her wrists twisting, stimulating my shaft from every angle—it was like a snowball gaining momentum, escalating my pleasure at an exponential rate.
How was this possible? Was she somehow seeing my body temperature with those eyes of hers and adjusting accordingly? She was reading exactly where and how I felt pleasure, then shaping her hand movements to match it perfectly.
—Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke…!!
—Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
“Kh…!” I instinctively realized she had no intention of stopping until I came. Her merciless hand movements contrasted sharply with her still-immature tongue, driving my urge to climax higher and higher.
“Mmphuu… chuuu…” Meanwhile, her wide blue eyes still carried her usual timid personality. They asked whether she was doing it right, whether I disliked it. And beneath that worried gaze, her two small hands moved with relentless dedication. That unbalanced combination of devoted timidity and ruthless skill finally pushed me past my limit.
The moment her tongue swept across the sensitive area beneath my glans, my cock erupted like a broken dam.
—Spurt!
—Spluuuurt! Spluuuuuuuuuuuurt!!
“……!!”
“Ungh?!”
Franc was shocked. I was just as surprised. She was startled by the sheer volume of semen flooding her mouth, while I was stunned that the flow through my urethra showed no sign of stopping. My enlarged cock produced an abnormal amount of cum. If my previous orgasms had ended with a simple spurt, this one came with the sensation of releasing thick urine, the pleasure continuing without pause.
“……!!”
Spluuuuuuurt!!
Franc froze in panic and stopped moving her hands, but she didn’t pull away. She held the glans firmly in her mouth. As expected, the semen filling her mouth was so much that I could feel it pressing against my tip from inside her.
“Franc…! Just spit it out and we can clean up later—” I was about to say when—
“──Gulp.”
Her throat moved visibly.