An Unexpected Devotion
Franc’s throat bobbed. She had swallowed the semen in her mouth. The act seemed to catch even her off guard; for a brief moment her eyes drifted without focus. But soon she gripped the shaft with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
“—Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…”
Even while drowning in the pleasure of my own climax, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the surreal sight. Despite the overwhelming sensation threatening to buckle my hips, I found myself holding her head in place.
—Grab.
The soft strands of her hair brushed my fingertips. Franc kept her eyes tightly shut, tears welling at the corners, yet she stayed with me until the very end of my release. The entire moment had lasted less than five seconds.
“…Phew.”
With a wet sound, Franc let her hands fall and pulled her head back once my climax subsided. The warmth of her hair slipped from my grasp. She swayed, eyes unfocused, and barely caught herself with one hand before slumping forward.
—Drip. Drip.
A thin white thread spilled from her lips. The pale traces left along her jaw and chest looked almost artistic, like a single frame from an erotic photograph.
“…Why did you force yourself to swallow? You could’ve just let it out.”
I reached for a cloth on the bedside table while asking. I already knew the reason. I hadn’t anticipated the sheer volume. I’d planned to have her spit it into her hand afterward, but the sudden flood had surprised even me. Still, if she had pulled away midway, I wouldn’t have minded in the slightest. Any mess on the sheets or her body could be cleaned.
“……It overflowed, and I coughed…” Franc answered between coughs. “If it got all over my body… I thought Nord might find it dirty.”
“——”
The answer was nothing like what I’d expected. Words failed me for a moment before I gently pulled her into my arms.
“I don’t care about that at all. From now on, do whatever feels comfortable for you. There’s no need to swallow if you don’t want to.”
I had no particular fetish for a girlfriend swallowing. Franc, still nestled against me, nodded silently. Feeling the motion, I released her.
“……”
Once free, she looked up at me with flushed eyes. The gaze held both tension and anticipation—clearly, the latter weighed far heavier.
…The unexpected detour had taken some time, yet she showed no sign of stopping here. Naturally, neither did I.
I wiped Franc’s body and laid her gently back on the bed.
—Slide.
I lifted one of her legs and rested it on my shoulder. The position would make penetration smoother. Spreading her legs wide might have been more convenient mechanically, but few women actually enjoyed that posture. Imagining the reverse—her spreading my legs and staring down at me—made my erection wilt slightly in sympathy. People really were creatures capable of empathy.
I reached between her thighs with my free hand.
—Squish.
“Ah… ngh…!”
She was more than ready. The arousal had overflowed so thoroughly that it had soaked all the way to her knees. The earlier act had clearly excited her just as much. Realizing the state of her own body, Franc covered her face. Or perhaps she simply couldn’t bear to watch what came next with open eyes.
I had no intention of penetrating her yet.
‘…Still not enough.’
Considering our height difference and my size, this level of preparation wouldn’t suffice. While the oral had produced plenty of lubrication, a single climax wouldn’t have loosened her enough.
“…Just a little longer, Franc.”
I spoke softly and worked my fingers more diligently. My nails were too long to insert them safely, so I focused on gentle circles around her clitoris and the surrounding folds.
“Haa… ngh, hngh…”
Once Franc understood that penetration wasn’t immediate, some of the tension left her body—just as I’d hoped. The only problem was that my own erection, already spent once, had recovered with alarming enthusiasm.
—Throb.
After more than ten minutes of foreplay, it was practically demanding attention.
‘Endure. My inner libido.’
Apologizing silently to my partner, I poured even more care into the caresses. This was almost certainly Franc’s first time. I couldn’t let fear taint her first experience. The sheer size alone already risked trauma; attempting full intercourse while she was still tense would only make things worse.
“Huu, hi…! Ngh…!”
Franc twisted her torso, trembling. Because her thigh was pressed against my shoulder, every reaction transmitted directly. The roles had reversed from earlier. Understanding exactly how she must have felt urging me on, I carefully slid my middle finger inside.
—Slide.
One finger was manageable. Repeated attention gradually allowed a second, then a third. Each time, Franc reached another climax. She writhed, trying to ride out the waves, but some sensations simply couldn’t be endured by willpower alone.
“Ah, ngh…!”
Squirt!! Splash!!
Clutching the pillow, Franc’s body released a flood that soaked my palm before she went limp. That made four orgasms in total. At this point, she should be relaxed enough. Given my girth, even three fingers might not have been sufficient, but continuing this way meant we’d never reach penetration tonight.
“Huu, huu… Are you going to put it in now…?”
With barely enough strength left to cover her face, Franc asked in a pleading voice. The repeated climaxes had not only dissolved her tension but left her actively craving the act. This was enough. No—this was the limit. Watching her come had been intoxicating, but my patience had run out.
Still holding her leg over my shoulder, I pulled her hips closer.
—Slide.
—Tap.
My painfully erect length made even the initial positioning difficult. Feeling her gaze fixed on it, I drew back and guided the tip to her entrance with my fingers.
—Press.
Her tightly closed folds had no idea how to accept a man. Any wrong angle would simply slide off. I adjusted, aligning the head properly at the center, then pushed forward with steady pressure.
—Slide.
—Tear!
“Hngh…!”
My length pierced through her tightly sealed passage. A thin line of blood trickled down between her thighs, mingling with the abundant fluids and staining the sheets. I had expected as much. I wasn’t smooth enough to offer some charming remark, and Franc had clearly understood what giving her first time meant—even while tipsy—when she chose to embrace me. So instead of words, I moved.
—Push.
I continued the slow insertion, measuring the depth of her passage with my body. In truth, there was no real comparison; my length far exceeded what she could take. This was simply learning her limit.
“Nord… Nord…”
Franc’s voice trembled at the foreign sensation filling her. I cupped her cheek with one hand. She placed both of hers over mine, eyes closing in contentment.
…Stop.
The advance halted. A sense of resistance met the tip, the smooth progress vanishing. Instinct warned that forcing further would be dangerous.
—Startled.
Franc’s eyes fluttered open. She looked down at herself, barely managing to take a little more than half.
“…I knew it was impossible to take all of it.”
“Don’t worry about it. …Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine. Hehe. Good thing I drank. Can you wait just a moment?”
After saying that, she took several deep breaths. A bead of cold sweat touched the hand covering her cheek. I felt the tight pressure around me ease ever so slightly.
“…While we wait, would you like to touch my chest?”
I nodded and reached for her full breasts. Our upper-body proportions made the position comfortable enough. They were soft—impossibly so. I could have spent an eternity simply holding them.
Franc let out a small giggle at the ticklish sensation, then spoke with gentle eyes.
“Ah, but no kissing, okay? My mouth is still a mess right now.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Hehe. It tasted stranger than I expected. Thick, salty, and bitter…”
“Hmm… I heard eating fruit helps.”
“…Would you want me to swallow again next time?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Hehe. If it gets tastier, maybe I’ll think about it.”
While we exchanged idle words, the tension inside her eased enough for movement. Franc met my gaze and nodded.
—Thrust.
…Press.
I withdrew and pushed back in. The motion was slow and careful, far from any rough pounding.
…Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
I adjusted the pace while watching her expression. Even at the deepest point I could reach without pulling back fully, there was still room, so I kept the movements measured.
“Hnn… haa…!”
After a few minutes, pleasure began to color her voice again. Taking that as a signal, I shortened and quickened the strokes.
Squishsquishsquishsquish…!
“Haaah…! Haa…!”
I focused on the sensitive entrance, repeatedly pressing the tip against the deepest point I could comfortably reach. Each time sensation built, I drew back and thrust again.
“Hic… hng…!”
Squirt! Squirt!!
A new sensation formed inside her. The faint gush signaled another climax. Franc was finally finding pleasure in penetration itself. Even knowing that, I couldn’t stop. My body refused to let the long-awaited union end so soon. I lost myself in a different kind of ecstasy, savoring her completely.
“Hngh…?! Haa, hng, haaah…?!”
Even mid-climax, the relentless motion made Franc thrash. The broken, melting quality of her moans threatened to short-circuit my own thoughts.
Not enough. Still not enough. The sensation was incomparable to what her mouth had given, yet it remained frustratingly limited.
Squishsquishsquishsquish!!
Squishsquishsquishsquish!!
“Hngh?! N-Nord? Nord! Hngh!! Nord!!”
Franc kept calling my name as the pace increased and the thrusts grew rougher. Was she asking me to stop? If so, she would have said it outright. Honestly, even if she had begged, I doubted I could have obeyed. I could go faster still. I had only managed half.
Driven by the maddening pleasure, I exhaled and pulled back farther.
—Slide!
—Thrust!
“Kyaa?! Hah!! Hic!!”
I withdrew nearly halfway before driving back in, no longer limited to shallow strokes. The deeper penetration made Franc cry out and gush again.
Squirt!
Her fluids splashed against me. I had lost count of how many times she’d come. What I did know was that I had only climaxed once—and once was nowhere near enough.
I lifted her legs and hips higher until her lower body was completely beneath mine. Holding her down, I thrust with abandon. Her breasts were crushed against my chest. Her moans had become incoherent, and her small hands clung desperately to my back, unsure what else to do.
“Hah!! Ha, ah──!!”
Slap slap slap slap!!
Squishsquishsquishsquish!!
Her legs wrapped around my waist. The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew louder. The bed creaked wildly.
“Ngh, hng, hng, ooh, oooh…!”
Franc abandoned any attempt to stay quiet, her voice rising in rhythm with each thrust. Her limbs clung tightly to me, refusing to let go amid the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
“Huu, huu…!”
I felt my own climax rising. The same impossible volume from earlier was building again.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Suddenly, a fresh flood poured over me. I looked down at Franc. Her face was half-buried against my chest, eyes unfocused as though she had fainted. She couldn’t even moan properly anymore, yet her body kept convulsing through another orgasm.
“F-Franc?”
Changing positions had been a mistake. She had managed the missionary angle, but the added pressure from above had pushed her over the edge into an unbroken chain of climaxes. I stopped immediately. Her passage tightened again, squeezing my already near-climax length.
“Franc… ngh! Your legs—let go!”
“——”
Repeated orgasms on top of the remaining alcohol had apparently knocked her unconscious. She gave no reply. Yet the limbs wrapped around me still held with surprising strength—dwarf heritage showing through—leaving me trapped as my body trembled.
—Gush…!
“Ugh!”
I couldn’t hold back. Teeth clenched against the rising pressure, I finally pulled her close and released deep inside.
Spurtspurtspurtspurtspurt!!!!! Spurt!! Spurtspurtspurtspurt!!!
“…Ngh!”
The tight pressure and the sheer intensity of release drew a groan from me as well. Even after already climaxing once, this felt longer and more powerful.
Spurtspurt!! Spurtspurtspurtspurt!!!
Gush!! Gush!!
Damn. Was this even normal? If I got addicted to this feeling, premature ejaculation might actually become a concern. I poured what felt like ten full seconds of reckless release into her before the spasms finally subsided.
Holding her a little longer, I felt her arms and legs gradually go slack against the bed. Freed from her embrace, I carefully withdrew.
…Drip.
—Pop!
…Was it even possible for that sound to happen? Staring at the thick white fluid pouring from her like a cream-filled pastry, I was momentarily speechless.
‘…I should clean her up first.’
Using the towel she had used for her hair, I caught the spilling semen and wiped her clean. The sheer volume was becoming a logistical problem. Cleanup after the fact was overwhelming.
—Wipe wipe.
—Twitch twitch.
Every pass of the cloth made Franc’s body tremble. She lay limp, like an abandoned doll, to the point I began worrying whether she was still breathing.
Had I gone too far? Unease rising, I called her name.
“…Franc. Are you okay?”
“………………I’m… fine……”
She did not look fine at all. Her voice sounded like a ten-year-old talking doll whose stomach had been pressed. Even her consciousness seemed precarious.
Drip.
Saliva escaped the corner of her mouth. She was clearly out of it. I ended up rummaging through her room for another towel, wetting it, and carefully cleaning her body.
—Twitch.
Even while tending to her, my erection—still stubbornly present—reacted to the sight of her naked form. That remained a secret.
—Wipe… wipe…
After using three towels and all the water I’d brought, her pitiful state had transformed into something peacefully adorable in sleep. I wiped the sweat from my brow and collapsed beside her on the bed.
“…Nord…”
While I lay there, gently brushing stray hairs from her lovely sleeping face, Franc murmured in her sleep, still half-drunk.
“Nord… I like you…”
“——”
The sleepy confession filled me with an overwhelming sense of guilt.