The Monster Hiding in the Building (8)
“……I, I don’t have any breast milk coming out yet.”
That was Franc’s first response to my eager request. The moment I heard that awkward reply, I realized this was the turning point that would decide how often we could do this kind of roleplay from now on.
“Please. Isn’t there any way?”
One sincere plea is worth a hundred words. I could always ramble after getting rejected. So I appealed with genuine earnestness instead of pointless chatter.
“Haaah. Nord really does have his pervert moments sometimes.”
Looking troubled, Franc lifted her own breasts.
“Nursing…… I suppose I’ll do it for our child someday, so does that mean I have to feed my husband too?”
“I’m not stealing food from the baby. It’s just this kind of play.”
The word “husband” sounded just as alluring as Franc’s breasts. It was a feeling I could never have imagined back when I was still the solo adventurer Norde.
“Alright. I’ll do anything for you. If it makes Nord happy, then of course.”
Franc smiled brightly and patted her thighs.
“Come here, our little Nord? Time for mama’s milk.”
“Whoa. Hearing you say it like that actually hurts my pride a little.”
“Hehe. Don’t like it?”
“No, I love you.”
—Squish.
I lay down sideways on Franc’s lap. I never thought I’d get to see this beautiful sight again after that first morning after our wedding night.
—Slide.
Franc leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my head. Her pale, massive breasts drew closer until they were right in front of my face. Her nipples were a soft pink, completely untouched by any pigmentation.
Even with our height difference, Franc’s hand easily reached my cock.
“Our little Nord~. Shall we shhh~?”
She spoke as if she were soothing a newborn. I expected delicate, unhurried movements, but Franc immediately started stroking me at a rapid pace.
—Swish swish swish swish….
“Uh, Franc? Just because you’re rubbing fast doesn’t mean it’ll come out faster.”
I stopped her hand when the sensation didn’t match what I’d expected.
“I’m not gonna hold back either, so take it slow. Going fast will just tire you out.”
“Yes~ Did it hurt~? Mama’s sorry~?”
She was definitely teasing me. Feeling a bit competitive, I reached up and stroked Franc’s side.
“Hyaa?! N-Nord! That’s not my chest!!”
“I never said I’d only suck on your chest~. Or do you not like having your sides touched?”
Men love a woman’s stomach as a strategic weak point, but women apparently prefer it never be touched at all. Was our Franc the same?
“Uuu…… I don’t mind, but I haven’t gained weight lately, have I?”
“You’re plenty slim. I think you’d look nice with a little more meat on you, Franc.”
Franc’s stomach, with its clearly defined abs, was full of elasticity. A bit of softness would probably feel nice too.
“Just don’t worry about it. Adventurers have a hard time gaining weight anyway.”
I’d once read a study about mana consumption and calories, but the moment I recalled it, the enormous breasts right in front of me became far too tempting. They say the English name for the Milky Way comes from the image of a river of milk. Franc’s chest was exactly like that. This was the river of oblivion. If I buried myself in it, I’d lose track of time, skip meals until I starved, and forget every scrap of knowledge in my head—turning into a newborn baby who only knew “Mama Franc.”
I had to defeat it before that happened.
I adjusted the angle of my head and took Franc’s nipple fully into my mouth.
“Aah!”
Her reaction was instant. I wasn’t used to nipple play either, so I rolled it with my tongue, gave it light bites, and sucked like a baby.
Swish— swish—.
As I grabbed her breast and sucked, Franc began stroking my cock as if she refused to lose. Even with only one hand, the pleasure was intense—far better than I’d expected.
“Franc. I think I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Hyaaah…. Nng, ah…!”
Was that a reply? Or just a moan? I couldn’t tell. Either way, I’d already decided not to hold back, so I let it out. A man doesn’t go back on his word.
—Brrrrrrrt!!!
This ejaculation also lasted about ten seconds. Seriously, was this even possible? I’d already cum five or six times, yet the volume hadn’t decreased at all. That was starting to feel genuinely terrifying.
‘I don’t know anymore~.’
Nord is just a baby. Babies have to pee. If I keep cumming, it’ll eventually run out. Like a man searching for water in the desert, I believed in future possibilities and let all the strength drain from my body.
Swish— swish—.
“Lick lick.”
I did nothing but lick and suck Franc’s breasts with my mouth. I didn’t know who first called part of sex “service,” but that person deserved a Nobel Prize in Sex.
Swish— swish—.
This was literally “service.” Franc focused entirely on giving me a handjob out of pure affection, without any regard for her own pleasure. With my eyes closed, I felt like I could fall asleep if it weren’t for the pleasure coming from my cock. Actually, to be honest, I dozed off in short bursts. Franc’s rhythmic stroking was so soothing it kept draining the strength from my body like a lullaby.
Brrrrt!! Brrrrrrrrt!!
Occasionally cumming, opening my eyes to lick her breasts, then letting Franc resume the handjob—surrendering to her body heat was the ultimate bliss. The one who broke this heavenly moment was Franc herself.
“Hnn…….”
While still stroking me, Franc began kneading her own breast with her other hand. I looked up, nipple still in my mouth, and saw her half-dazed face.
“Nng, haah, hnnng….”
Franc’s fingers clumsily rolled her own nipple—far less skilled than her handjob. There was no doubt she was masturbating. Our eyes met through the gap in her breasts.
“Hnn…… N-Nord…… you keep tormenting my chest……”
Her voice sounded like she was about to cry. Franc’s hips trembled and slowly pulled back. That was her reaction when she felt pleasure. How much time had passed? Ten minutes? Twenty? At least that much. So I’d been half-asleep while continuously fondling Franc’s breasts? Judging by her reaction, that seemed to be the case.
“Hnnk, hng! Don’t lick my nipples……!”
Franc’s desperate reaction snapped me awake. I brought both hands together and focused on massaging her breasts.
“Hah, ah, aah……?!”
When I pressed firmly like a massage and gently pulled as if milking her, Franc’s handjob stopped completely. Her hips jerked backward and her waist trembled violently.
“Hnnk, hnn……!”
Squirt!! Squirt squirt!!
Warm liquid splashed onto my head. After sucking and licking her breasts nonstop, Franc had climaxed from her chest alone.
“Huu, hnn, hnnn…….”
Franc panted like a wind-up doll that had run out of spring. The hand that had been stroking me had completely stopped.
“N-Nord…… I…… I can’t hold back anymore……”
With a half-melted expression, Franc stroked her own lower belly.
“It’s not enough at all…. My stomach feels empty and strange. My head feels like it’s going to break……”
—Squish.
Her thighs, soaked with love juices, pressed against my stomach. Franc climbed on top of me in cowgirl position and leaned forward over my chest.
“Can’t we just do it……? I hate it when you only tease my chest and stop……”
“……Got it. Let’s do it.”
I must have unconsciously kept fondling her while receiving the handjob, because Franc’s switch had clearly been flipped. We always inserted right after getting her worked up with foreplay. She must have been enduring a lot to beg like this.
I still had no sense of my ejaculation limit. I even had a feeling that cumming a few more hours wouldn’t change anything. So—
Time to just put it in.
—Squelch.
I grabbed Franc’s hips with one hand and my cock with the other, searching for the entrance. My shaft touched the wet valley flowing with hot love juices. I gripped Franc’s thighs and pulled her down. My cock plunged all the way into her vagina, which was gradually being molded to my shape.
“Ooh…… Hoooooh……”
Franc covered her own mouth as she let out that perverted moan. My cock settled deep inside her as if claiming its reserved seat.
“Th-This is it. This…… this is what I need……”
Clinging to my shoulders like she was hanging off a cliff, Franc began moving her body in small motions. Her vagina squirmed in response, as if refusing to ever let go of my cock.
“Hey. What do we do, Nord……?”
Franc smiled messily as she touched my cheek.
“I think…… I can’t live without Nord’s cock anymore……”
“……Y-Yeah. Guess there’s some merit to my dick getting bigger after all.”
My self-control moved faster than lightning to catch the thread of reason that had nearly snapped. ‘Holy shit, my brain almost short-circuited.’ If I’d lost control, I would’ve pinned Franc beneath me and extended our stay at the inn until tomorrow, fucking her like a beast. This was seriously cheating. Even if she begged for sex all night, I wouldn’t have gotten this turned on. I absolutely could not move today. The day I started thrusting myself would be a 140% guaranteed “come and go” ending.
“Franc. From now on, you can move however you want.”
So I let go of Franc’s hips.
“Move slowly until you’re satisfied. Just don’t go too wild.”
“However I want…… with Nord’s cock……?”
Franc’s lips moved as she nodded and began moving.
Squelch— squish—.
Franc slid her hips up and down on top of me. Our stomachs, slick with semen and love juices, pressed together and made vulgar wet sounds as they slid against each other.
Squish… slap…. Squelch….
“Nng, hnn, huu, hnn……”
“Huuu……”
Like slow sex, our genitals moved in centimeter increments, exploring pleasure with tongues. Franc’s eyes were completely glazed over. As if she never wanted to let my cock go for even a moment, she gently squeezed and released it in tiny motions. It was an obsessive grip, like pressing soft bread dough into a mold to shape it.
Squish… squish… squish… squish…!
If I pulled out now, would Franc’s vagina keep my shape for the rest of her life? The thought sent a wave of depraved pleasure straight to my cock. Feeling the semen surging upward like a violent current, I desperately cried out.
“Franc…! Sorry, I’m at my limit again……!”
“Nng……! It’s okay anytime……!”
—Brrt!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt──.
Semen that had flowed back from Franc’s pussy gushed out. It was hard to believe I’d already cum over ten times earlier. At this point, it was easier to believe my balls had some kind of fourth-dimensional pocket.
“Hnnk……!! N-Nord……!!”
Letting out a moan like her stomach was being crushed, Franc wrapped her arms around my neck. I hugged her back tightly with both arms.
—Pop.
As we shifted into a position that pressed against her vagina, Franc’s cervix opened. I knew because the semen that had been flowing back along the inner walls suddenly vanished as it passed my cock.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt─!
Unlike last time, my glans didn’t enter her womb, but my semen still freely defiled Franc’s uterus once again.
Brrrrt… brrrt…!
My cock stopped spurting and twitched. Feeling the lingering numbness, I stroked Franc’s back. Internal ejaculation really did feel different. I liked other kinds of play too, but the most satisfying sex was always mindlessly pouring semen into Franc’s vagina.
“Haa, haa, haah, haah, haa……!!”
Franc, who had somehow stayed conscious until the end, panted heavily. Seeing my expression, she smiled with trembling lips.
“Hehe. I didn’t faint this time, did I?”
I couldn’t help but nod at those words. So she’d been conscious of fainting every time. Because I hadn’t been thrusting roughly, Franc had managed to stay awake.
“Good work.”
I kissed Franc’s cheek and pulled out.
—Pop.
—Gush!
Like cutting a mayonnaise bottle in half, white semen poured out of Franc in thick streams. When she pulled out a towel to catch it, I took it instead.
“I’ll help.”
“I-It’s embarrassing……”
Franc muttered while covering her mouth. The position of having her legs spread for me was apparently too shameful.
—Drip drip drip.
I caught all the overflowing semen and cleaned it up. Franc handed me a fresh towel. I used it to wipe my crotch and stomach. Seriously, cumming this much was a real problem. I needed to find some medicine that reduced ejaculation volume. What a hassle every single time we had sex.
Just as I was grumbling internally—
Creak….
My ears suddenly caught the sound of the neighboring room’s door opening. It was being opened as slowly as possible, as if trying not to make noise.
Step….
Step….
Then came quiet footsteps, like a thief’s.
What the hell? The innkeeper wouldn’t be cleaning at this hour.
Scrape….
Now there was even the sound of pottery being moved. A bad feeling crept over me, so I covered Franc’s body with the blanket all the way to her head.
“Nord?”
“Stay like that for a bit. Cover your head too.”
I said this while roughly wiping the semen with a towel. Franc obeyed without question because I’d spoken seriously.
—Slide.
I stood up, put on my socks, and pulled on my pants. The furniture layout was probably the same in every room. What kind of pottery or bottles were in this room? Just the vase on the wall. It was filled with wildflowers that looked like they’d been picked from the roadside. When I moved it aside, a small hole was revealed.
‘What the fuck?’
I peered through the hole. As expected, it led straight into the neighboring room. It was dark so I couldn’t see much, but if they had a lantern or candle like we did, everything would be clearly visible.
—Snap!!
Realizing this, I whipped my head toward the wall where the sound had come from, like a meerkat spotting prey. There was a hole in that wall too!! The black hole I’d thought was just a knot in the old wooden wall was actually a peephole!!! This place was a goddamn voyeur’s motel!!!