Embracing, Dwelling, and Being Born (8)
I cast aside my hesitation and slowly began with a light request.
“……Would you interlock your fingers behind your neck? Like you’re lifting your elbows.”
“Like this?”
Veronica struck a pose that shamelessly displayed her armpits.
—Squelch, slurp♡
While flaunting her armpit that carried a lewd scent, Veronica ground her hips against me. Pleasure raced up my cock, and the plump, heaving breasts before my eyes swayed shamelessly in every direction. Mixed with the vulgar wet sounds coming from her pussy, the sight was obscenely erotic beyond words.
“Ugh…… Then, can you knead your breasts too? Play with your nipples.”
“……Like I’m masturbating? Well, fine.”
Veronica obediently cupped her own breasts. The soft flesh sank between her fingers, deforming beautifully. She pinched and twisted her nipples while rolling her hips in a lewd rhythm. The way her breasts were kneaded and reshaped, the way her nipples stood erect without shame—it was a feast for my eyes as I lay beneath her. If not for that impossibly beautiful face that didn’t seem of this world, she would have looked exactly like a shrine maiden dancing and offering her virginity to a god.
“Kgh…!”
Her expression remained businesslike, as if fulfilling my requests was nothing special. Her hips moved with mechanical precision. And yet her pussy, which had been freed from climax only to tremble and spasm like it was screaming, proved that everything was an act. I was swept up in the thrilling sensation of truly using my wife as a sex toy and slowly began to cum.
Spluuuurrrrrt…….
The semen that leaked out like incontinence during our slow sex overflowed from Veronica’s pussy and stained the sheets. Her obedient depravity had perfectly stimulated every male instinct inside me. It was a primal sense of superiority—the wild satisfaction of having completely subjugated a female—far more real than a hundred pretty words.
“Hehe♡ Seeing you enjoy it so much makes me happy too.”
Veronica smiled, drenched in sweat, clearly satisfied.
“You should ask the other wives to do things for you too. They’ve all been thinking about what you might like, but they’re hesitating because they aren’t sure it will actually please you.”
“Huh, is it okay to tell me that? Isn’t it supposed to be a secret?”
Instead of answering, Veronica simply stuck her tongue out at me. So it really was a secret. Looks like I’ve been corrupted by some very naughty influences. I chuckled and sat up.
“……Can I really ask for anything?”
“Hmm. There’s more? I figured this much wouldn’t be enough for you. Go on, let’s hear it.”
I smiled at Veronica, who looked curious about what I would ask of her, then gently laid her down in front of me. From the inventory slate inside my bag, I took out the solutions needed for enchantment magic and fixed the rune spell so it wouldn’t dispel even if I lost concentration. Since it was similar to crafting magic items, the process wasn’t difficult at all. After organizing the reagents, I spoke.
“Veronica. Do you understand how I reduced your pleasure?”
“……Wasn’t it thanks to the spell formula you modified?”
Veronica answered. From the moment I took out the materials, her pupils had begun shaking violently. Should I call her sharp or slow? It was hard to decide.
“It is thanks to my magic, but the foundation was the Jēra rune you saw. You know what kind of magic it is, right?”
“Ef… effect? Of course I…….”
Veronica’s face suddenly froze mid-answer. She must have realized the truth. Her gaze dropped to the womb tattoo I had carved on her lower belly. The tattoo I had deliberately inscribed in a pretty pink hue.
The effect of the Jēra rune was ‘harvest’ and ‘circulation’ of energy or concepts. It was never about ‘attenuation’ or ‘weakening.’ Even if energy was moved by the rune’s power, the total amount would never change. Just like how the ogre with the imperial seal had stolen mana from us, something akin to the law of conservation of energy applied.
If I had ‘harvested’ pleasure from Veronica, then naturally there had to be a place where dozens of orgasms’ worth of climax had been ‘stored.’ Whether it was mana or pleasure, it wouldn’t dissipate if left alone.
“……D-dear? No, right? It’s not what I’m thinking, is it?”
Veronica had gone pale in an instant and clung to me desperately. But she was correct. As expected, my wife is very clever. I smiled and gently stroked her lower belly.
“That’s right. All the pleasure you worked so hard to cum from—I stored every drop right here.”
—Stroke, stroke.
I caressed the pink tattoo with deep satisfaction. The idea had been simple. Using the Jēra rune, I had transferred the pleasure Veronica’s mind should have felt into this very rune and then bestowed it there. Every time she felt pleasure, it was immediately moved here. As a result, no matter how much sex we had, her mind could only feel the faintest sensation. To be precise, the tattoo now held enough orgasms to make her pass out several times over, but anyway.
Realizing she had essentially strangled her own neck, Veronica could only open and close her mouth wordlessly. Her face deathly pale, she shook her head frantically from side to side.
“D-dear. No, Master? You know, right? You understand? You’re not going to say something like ‘I’ll release it all at once,’ are you? I’ll really die? Please, I beg you not to make such a request?”
“Of course I know. I’m planning to release it gradually over several times. That should be fine, right?”
In truth, there was no need to ask if it was fine. The accumulated pleasure had to be released eventually. If my magic were to break before that, it would explode violently. Of course, even in that case, I intended to harvest it again with the Jēra rune and store it safely. That was also why I had fixed the rune magic so it wouldn’t dispel.
“I-it was a trap from the very beginning…?”
But Veronica apparently hadn’t thought that far. Our adorable goddess glared at me with teary eyes, but I simply smiled and covered her eyelids. Then, as if playing a zither, I stroked her lower belly and eyelids and whispered tenderly as I released a portion of the stored pleasure.
“Then I’ll release just a little bit.”
“……Eh?! Hngh……?!”
I didn’t wait for an answer or objection. I’ve really become quite the sadist. This is definitely Franc’s fault.
“W-wait, something, something’s coming…… Hic?! …………♡♡?!?!”
For the first second, Veronica moaned like a normal person. But from the second second onward, an explosive wave of pleasure made her hips buck wildly.
“~~~~~~?!!? ~~~~~~~~!!!!!”
With climaxes crashing over her like a tsunami every split second, she arched her body into a bridge, balancing on her head and the tips of her toes.
Fyuuuubububububut─♡!!
Fyuuuubububububut─♡!!
Fyuuuubububububut─♡!!
Veronica froze solid as if she had been struck in the back by a giant fist. Her pussy, which had finally been freed from climax, now wept again from the pleasure her mind was feeling and squeezed out a mixture of semen and love juices.
“Huuuuuuuuu♡!! Huuuuuuuuuu♡!!!!!!”
Psaaaaaaaah…♡!!!!
—Tremble, tremble!!!!!
Like a malfunctioning sprinkler, a white, transparent fountain erupted in an arc from between Veronica’s spread legs as she stood rigidly upright. Debt, no matter the kind, becomes more terrifying the more it piles up. Even a rough count showed over thirty orgasms had been slammed into her nonstop. Her twitching pussy gaped and clenched as if desperately trying to repay the mountain of debt it had accumulated.
“……Mm, let’s take a short break.”
I confirmed there were no problems and stopped releasing the pleasure. If I left her like this, even a sturdy goddess would pass out from hyperventilation.
“…………Hek, heeeek, hek……♥?!”
—Thud!!
Veronica’s hips collapsed onto the bed.
“Haaah…!!! Huuuk, huuaaaah……♡?!”
She lay there gasping, body rigid as if standing at attention. Her eyes showed she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened to her own body. It was so intense that I worried her memory might have flown away from sheer pleasure. Even I felt a little guilty.
“Um…… Wife? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”
I waved my index finger in front of Veronica’s eyes. Storing up dozens of orgasms and releasing them all at once. It was the kind of thing you’d only see in time-stop hentai, but doing it in reality made me worry more about Veronica’s health than anything else. Back on Earth it was just dirty talk, but now that it was actually possible, didn’t it feel like sexual torture? If she hated it, there were other ways to release it.
“……Haaup.”
But instead of answering, Veronica simply took my cock into her mouth. For a split second I thought she was seriously trying to bite it off and my spine went cold, but she began sucking on the massive shaft in front of her with hazy, trance-like eyes, as if possessed by a ghost.
“Slurp…♡ Chuuup. Jjibobobop…♡”
—Twitch, twitch♡
She licked and rolled her tongue from the base to my balls, cleaning the filthy cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Even with her mind broken, she acted like this was simply what she was supposed to do.
—Lick, smooch♡ Slurp, slurp…. Chuuuuuuuup….
The mixture of her love juices and my semen, a blended protein shake, flowed into Veronica’s small mouth. Strands of pubic hair clung obscenely to the corners of her lips. I asked while anticipating her answer.
“……Is it too hard? Do you want to stop and rest?”
—Shake, shake!
—Shake, shake!
Even while sucking on the cock covering her face, Veronica somehow managed to shake her head skillfully.
“You’re insane.”
I shook my head in contrast to her. Maybe it was because their bodies were so sturdy. People from this other world really do sex in the most extreme ways. A normal Earthling like me would have his bones ground to dust. Anyway.
“Chuuuuuuuup…♡”
Our Veronica had now twisted her body and was once again dirtying the freshly cleaned cock with her saliva. Perhaps because I had adjusted its length to perfectly fit inside her pussy, she went from licking the glans to swallowing it all the way down her throat. I had no choice. If my wife wanted it, it was a macho husband’s duty to go along with her. I asked my wife, who was on all fours.
“While using your mouth-pussy, do you want to repay the debt piled up in your real pussy too? If you’re confident you won’t bite, I’ll let you.”
Maybe because she was half out of her mind, her fellatio was quite sloppy. But at this point, Veronica’s teeth couldn’t possibly hurt me. When I asked, she didn’t give a proper answer this time either. Instead, she wrapped her tongue around the cock buried in her throat and tickled it teasingly.
“Gubup, kuheuuuuuuung…♡”
“I can’t tell what you’re saying. Is that a yes or a no?”
Hot breaths puffed against my crotch. Just how passionately was she licking my cock? I gently and lovingly stroked the crown of my adorable wife’s head as she buried her face between my legs. A soft, soothing voice naturally came out, like I was comforting a child.
“If you don’t like it, just spit it out, okay? If you keep sucking on my cock with your mouth full and squirting with your pussy like that, you might end up becoming a perverted goddess who cums just from smelling her Master’s cock, you know?”
“Huuuuuuung…♡ Herururuup……♡”
—Sway, sway♡
Veronica shook her glistening white ass seductively. The meaning was obvious. Faced with her silent answer, I could only shake my head again.
“As expected, you learn the bad things the fastest.”
—Snap!
Sitting comfortably, I enjoyed Veronica’s mouth-pussy service and snapped my fingers.
“…………Huuuuuuk♡!!!!”
Psaaaaaaaah…♡!!!
—Splurt, splurt, spluuuuuuurt♡!!
And so, until checkout time, the sound of liquids splashing and gushing filled the inn room. My wives are all such massive perverts that this pure husband can barely keep up.