The Fallen Angel's Tutorial
Gremory was a woman who had been visited by more men than I’d initially thought. Not that it stopped me from plowing her. Rather than feeling like she was "dirty," I felt that to reach her level as a Dungeon Lord, she must have endured a hell of a lot. The truly dirty ones were creatures like Forneus. So, I had no intention of playing along with Gremory’s melodrama. What mattered right now was that there was a man and a woman in bed, and I found this woman, Gremory, incredibly attractive. Her lower half felt good—worn in by many—and for some reason, that made me feel like I could treat her as roughly as I pleased.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! Every time I thrust upward, Gremory’s upper body jolted. Her breasts bounced wildly, and her head whipped back and forth as if she were possessed. "Ah, haaak!" Gremory gripped my lower abdomen, her entire body going limp. She supported her weight only with her arms, letting her body sway and flutter with every thrust I delivered. The sound of wet, lewd friction filled the bedroom louder than ever before.
"Good, hnnngh, this position, it’s f*cking great!" Gremory’s eyes were unfocused, a dazed smile on her face. If I lifted my head to meet her gaze, she looked like she’d kiss me out of pure pleasure. I squeezed out the last of my strength and hammered my hips upward in a relentless rhythm.
Thud, thud-thud! There was no time for a leisurely, rhythmic pace. Only raw power and stamina. Like a sprinter, I focused all my energy on my lower body, giving everything I had to the thrusting. Her insides were already slick, allowing me to slide in and out dozens of times per second. Faster than I could ever jerk myself off, I grabbed her body and shook her up and down like a toy. Gremory couldn’t even speak; she just trembled as I drove into her. My hands shook like a patient with tremors, but I didn't stop.
Thwack, thwack! "Huuuugh!" Finally, Gremory surrendered. The strength in her arms gave out, and she collapsed, burying her face into my chest. I caught her head to keep her nose from breaking, and also to take a brief breather. "Haaa..." Gremory slowly buried her face deeper into my chest. Her hands draped over my shoulders, clutching me like a lover. Then, she lifted her head to say something.
"...You, aaack!" Smack! "Shut your mouth." I slapped her ass with both hands and squeezed. It was a bit saggy, but because it was so large, the sensation was incredibly soft. I adjusted my position by moving my hips. By bending my knees, the angle of insertion became perfect.
"Huu." I took a short, deep breath, then pressed down on her hips and thrust upward with short, rapid movements. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! My legs tensed, and my member bent inside her like a banana. It scraped against the top of her vaginal wall, stimulating those tight spots in rapid succession. Slurp. A wet sensation pooled near my solar plexus where her face was buried. Gremory was feeling it so intensely she was drooling. Aside from the brief moment I changed positions, she hadn't had a second to rest, falling into one climax after another.
"Huu, huuu, hnnng." Thwack, thwack-thwack, thwack. As Gremory grew exhausted, so did I, from the sheer one-sidedness of the pounding. My pace slowed significantly, and the grip I had on her ass began to loosen. It was time to switch positions. 'But to what?' What position would completely break her? I decided to use some modern knowledge. A position no other monster would have tried. And a position where I could flaunt my overwhelming power over her.
"Heh, heh, heh." I pulled her waist toward me. Gremory lifted her head when I stopped thrusting. Tears welled up in the corners of her drooping eyes. She was dying of pleasure. "It’s not over yet, you wench." I propped myself up with one hand. We were now in a seated position, embracing each other. Gremory, having caught her breath, blushed and pursed her lips coyly. "Yo, you’re pretty good at—hick?!"
I grabbed Gremory and stood up from the bed. She gasped and clung to me. I supported her ass with one hand and walked toward the bedroom wall. Thud! Her back hit the wall. To keep her skin from chafing, I extended my arms and pressed my body against hers. Thanks to that, my member entered her at the perfect angle, deep inside.
"Hnnng...!" Gremory groaned, but she sensed the fate of this position. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist herself. Her legs were long enough that she barely managed to cross her ankles. If it had been Ryun, she probably would have been too short. It was a perfect fit. I pressed my forehead against hers and said, "Perfect for a wall-bang. Hnnng."
"What, hnnng...!" Splurt. Before I began the real thrusting, I ejaculated inside her. Maybe because I’d been pulling out for a while, the volume didn't seem like much. But soon, with the sensation of my balls twitching, the urge to ejaculate surged again. Splurt, splurt, splurt. Splurt. The volume was massive, enough that my member had to twitch four times to empty itself. It was reminiscent of the time I’d gone wild on Eila.
"Kghhh!" Gremory hugged me tightly, her face contorting. Aside from the heat of her body, the very fact that an Orc’s seed had been planted in her womb seemed to disgust her. I looked down at the fluid dripping from my member. "Damn." The mixture of her juices and my semen created a puddle on the floor. Her insides were deep and wide, yet even with that capacity, it was overflowing and spilling out. If I’d paced myself, it would have been enough to seed three women.
"Haa, haa." Gremory panted, throwing her head back. She leaned her head against the wall and looked down at me. "Heh, looks like you’re done. That makes this my win." "What kind of bullsh*t is that? We’re just getting started." I had ejaculated on purpose. I spread my legs slightly and bent my knees. "Do you think I’m going to die from one round?"
I thrust my crotch forward forcefully as a warning. Unlike when we were lying on the bed, I could put my entire body weight into it. My pillar, lubricated by the hot semen, slid all the way to the back of her cervix. "Huu!" Thwack, thwack, thwack! With the change in position, my power returned to its peak. Pounding her against the wall was much more comfortable. Above all, the texture of her vaginal walls felt surprisingly vivid, not like what I’d expect from Gremory.
"Heh, how much doggy-style have you been doing for the front and back to feel so different? Huh?" "Sh-shut up!" "Can't say anything but insults when you're hit with facts, huh? You’re feeling it too, aren't you? Honestly. Aren't you?"
Gremory couldn't answer. The sensation from my member clearly distinguished the difference in her walls. While the front felt worn down, the back still had its texture intact. "What is it, did you just let that camel-bastard pound you from the front until it wore out? Is that why only the front is so ragged?" "Kghhh!"
I focused on scraping the back wall. I thrust upward with a forward-leaning motion, causing the semen to leak out over the top of my member. Gremory hugged me again, burying her face in my shoulder. Tremble. Gremory climaxed again. I lowered my stance, pulling my hips back. "W-wait. Just a second." Gremory whispered in my ear. At her mournful voice, I paused the insertion. "...L-let's go to the bed. Like this, take me to the bed."
"Why? Afraid you'll fall? Think you'll tip over?" "...I mean if we're going to do it, do it in this position while lying on the bed!" Gremory shouted in my ear. I patted her ass. "Heh, don't you know you're the one who has to shake your hips?" "F*ck, I’ve only ever been hit from behind, let’s do it normally for once! Because of that camel-bastard, I’ve only ever been on all fours!" There was deep resentment in her voice. "...Did you always do it in the same position?" "F*ck, what’s wrong with that?!" "Nothing."
It was fine by me. I laid Gremory flat on the bed and adjusted our positions. The end of tuning is stock; I knelt between her legs and took the missionary position. My member was still rock hard inside her. "......." Gremory gripped the sheets and closed her eyes. She seemed to be looking forward to doing it properly for once. But since it was a rare opportunity, I had no intention of doing it the way she wanted.
"Heh, what do you want? Say it yourself. If you beat around the bush—" "F*cking ram your dick into my slutty p*ssy, you bastard!" "......Wow, that’s a bit too explicit." "Do you think you're the only one like that?!"
As expected, a cliché is a cliché. Before Gremory could say anything more vulgar, I lowered my upper body onto hers. "Do you want me to do it like a lover, or roughly?" "Look at you acting all relaxed, hmph. ...You’re letting me choose?" "I’m giving you a chance. Don't you know what a handicap is?" "......." Gremory hesitated, her lips parting. "Th-then... roughly, like a lover." "Huh? Hey, I really didn't hear that. What am I supposed to do if you mumble?" "......Roughly, like a lover?" "You really are sick of doggy-style, aren't you?"
Gremory nodded. At the same time, she pushed my chest away and continued. "D-don't get the wrong idea! I just thought if I had the chance, I wanted to do it normally! I’m not saying I want to be lovers or anything with a pig like you!" "Then how about f*ck-buddies? A relationship where we burn through the night and end it. And keep doing it in the future." "......What?"
At my subtle nuance, Gremory was genuinely flustered for the first time. I grinned and pushed my glans forward. Gremory’s expression twisted again. Her p*ssy trembled minutely. "First, let’s light a fire in here." I planted my seed inside her one more time, then used it as lubricant to move my hips back and forth. Since I only had to focus on the insertion, my pace was faster than ever. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"F*ckiiing!" Gremory’s sharp cry erupted into a curse. Whether I was looking down at her or not, she opened her mouth wide and let out hot breaths. I lowered my head to get into a more comfortable position. And at that moment, Gremory wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. "Haa, haa, haa." Gremory stared straight at me and parted her lips slightly. My heart suddenly began to pound. "Stick your tongue out, now."
Gremory grabbed my cheeks and kissed me—no, she started with her tongue. My tongue was sucked into her warm mouth, and even while being pounded, she moved her tongue like a tentacle, matching my rhythm. Ah. Was this my first kiss since coming to this world...? * * * "You suck at kissing, you pig." "It’s enough that I’m good at sex." "Kissing is part of it, you f*cker."
Gremory lay with my arm as her pillow, smoking a cigarette. The scent of dried leaves seemed fresh, and I wanted to take a puff, but it was a different aroma than nicotine and tar. "Is that a cigarette?" "It’s an herb. For mages to recharge their mana." "Damn it." I hadn't smoked once since coming to this world. I snatched the cigarette from Gremory’s lips and took a long, deep drag. "F*cker, you steal the cigarette I was smoking?" "Since you’re mine, your cigarette is mine too. If you don't like it, try wiggling your hips again." "Want to kiss? You’re really bad at using your tongue, stop acting cocky." "......."
I’d won below, but lost above. Feeling bitter, I took one more puff and handed it back to Gremory. I liked the fragrance, which was different from chemicals, lingering in my mouth. "...Huu, so what was that talk earlier? About continuing in the future." "This kind of talk." I folded the arm I had wrapped around her back and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples were brown, but the volume and elasticity were no less than Eila’s. They were even a bit larger. "From now on, you’ll have to be my mentor." "...Mentor?" "Yeah."
I pointed to the screen that appeared before my eyes. Gremory couldn't see it, but she would at least know what I was pointing at. "......Can you explain the rules of the contest and how to use the system properly?"
Day 16 of dungeon life. I had finally found a useful tutorial guide.