After Conquering the Dungeon (3)
The evolved form of Line’s outfit was a dress that leaned closer to light armor. True to her job as a Scout, the attire made it seem as though she could shoot down an enemy the moment she stepped into the forest. Of course, right now, she was merely an object to be undressed. I slid my hand under her skirt as if rolling it up, and Line twisted her body from side to side, feigning resistance. "Slowly..." "I don't want to." I pushed the hem of her skirt straight up toward her waist. Though startled by my urgent touch, Line managed a playful, sly smile. "I'm not going anywhere." "Time is passing right now, isn't it?" "We have twelve whole hours." "Don't you know that time is money?" And I had no intention of wasting that precious time on foreplay. I immediately spread her legs wide.
"Haa." The area between Line's legs had matured in form after her evolution, but the color remained the same. The pearl-like flesh, which my tongue visited at least three times a day, was still firm and supple. I raised my finger and gently stroked over it, then plunged it straight inside her. "It’s definitely gotten wider. Heh." Two fingers barely managed to fit. As soon as I inserted them, Line tensed up, her muscles clamping down tightly around my fingers. I had felt it when using my tongue and fingers before, but the gripping power at her entrance was immense.
Squish. Honey began to flow from her depths. Transparent, sticky nectar flowed between my fingers, making wet, slapping sounds inside her. I held her thigh with one hand and pulled out the fingers I had thrust inside. "You’ve become even tastier." The sweetness was much deeper than before. I even licked the residue off my fingers. Line curled her legs, looking bashful. "Why?" "I-I'm embarrassed because my legs are spread like this." "You usually have no problem rubbing against me while riding piggyback upside down on my head." "Ugh..." Line made a stern face and pressed her legs together. Whether my hand was in between them or not, she seemed embarrassed by the act of spreading them wide.
'Should I force them open?' I considered breaking her spirit by repeatedly folding and unfolding her legs, but there was no time for that. Even after only a few strokes of my fingers, she was already sufficiently wet. "This will do." I pulled down my pants. My burning, engorged member brushed against her thigh. Line clasped her hands together over her chest, as if in prayer. "Are you scared?" "N-no. It’s just... since it's the first time, I don't know what it will feel like." "Just think of it as a slightly thicker finger going in." "Fingers aren't this hot, though." Line retorted skillfully. Even as she spoke, she subtly crossed her legs to hide her sex. Her feminine parts were half-hidden between her toned thighs. "Do you think you can hide it like that?" "Hehehe, then try finding it yourself."
Line was being playful, so I grabbed my glans and traced her thigh as if drawing with a brush. Searching for the entrance in the darkness, I rubbed my head here and there, painting her entrance with my pre-cum. "..." Line, who had been teasing me with her composure, now wore a nervous expression. But I pretended to be clumsy, letting my glans slide all the way down to her buttocks, and gave an awkward laugh. "Heh, where was I supposed to put it?" "..." Line didn't answer. She just blushed, waiting for me to insert it first. So, I engaged in a battle of pride with her. The one in a hurry wasn't me; it was Line.
I tucked my glans between the crack of her buttocks and very slowly traced it upward. Thump, thump. Line swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She seemed focused on the sensation of the glans passing the anus and pressing firmly against her crotch. I gripped her legs tightly with one arm to keep them from falling and continued to slide upward. Squish. My glans grazed her sex. It slid up between the supple labia, which were just as firm as the glans itself. I deliberately pressed down hard on her labia with my head. "Oh, is this not the hole? Heh." "Master." "Then is it this hole?"
I moved my glans to the lower left. Pressing down slightly, I slid past her crotch and settled back at her anus. "Is this your first time trying to put it in like this?" "Yes... that's right. It's my first time this way, too." A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Of course, I could have caught the pheasant, but eating the chicken first was just to tease her. Line must have imagined being penetrated immediately, but that was out of the question. This was an extension of the ego battle between us that had been going on since clearing the Andras dungeon. "Master, are you going to put it in?" "Of course. You didn't tell me where to put it, heh." "..." Line turned her head away, pretending not to know. If she avoided the answer, I would simply test how well her 'rear dungeon' had been developed.
Squish. I finally attempted insertion into her hole. It still squeezed my glans as if to wring it out, but it went in much more easily than before. "Hng." "It was worth all that work with my fingers, wasn't it? Kugh." I pushed my kneeling knees forward and supported her buttocks from both sides. Thanks to this, it became much easier to penetrate, and Line hooked her legs over my shoulders, throwing her head back. "Haa..." Line let out a pained moan, her body trembling. My glans, now inside, slowly pushed deeper, expanding its presence. The cave was already loosened and waiting for me, and I easily slid my member into her hole. "Hah."
Past the glans, another length equal to the head slid in. Her 'intestinal' walls clung to my member, squeezing it stickily. I was penetrating her rear, her anus. Encouraged by her request to develop her rear dungeon, I greedily explored her back side, pushing my member in as far as it would go. "Aang, hah." Moans gradually spilled from Line’s lips as she kept her eyes closed. The way she bit her lip to suppress her moans was enough to drive a man insane. Her outfit was the same. Above the waist, she wore clothes as modest as any elf princess, yet below, she was completely bare, exposing her sex while accepting me into her anus. If this outfit was her default after evolution, it meant that going commando was her natural state. It was as if she were always ready to be penetrated or to flow with nectar for me.
"Huk." Even if that weren't the case, Line was impossibly seductive. While pretending to be modest above the waist, she was busy clenching and releasing her rear hole, urging me on. "Huu... more..." Line lifted the corners of her mouth with a face that seemed to be enduring pain. It was a signal that she could handle it, that it was perfectly fine. I grabbed her hips and pulled slightly. Squish. By now, more than half of my member was inside. Every time my glans pushed forward, the walls spread out to welcome me, gripping me tightly with just the right amount of pressure. "Haa, fuu." Line was breathing deeply, focusing on something. The way her sex pulsed rhythmically—it was clear she was voluntarily clenching and releasing her sphincter. Unlike the vagina, the rear had no blockages. My glans pushed forward endlessly, and her rectum kept pulling my member in. My penis, nearly a span deep, now had only its root remaining.
"...Haa, Master." "Why." "Now, huu..." "Now what? Do you want me to thrust harder, or do you want me to finish inside?" "..." Line frowned, trying to get angry. Even though her legs were still pressed tightly together, she wanted me to penetrate her front. "Then you say it yourself. Otherwise, I'll keep doing it here." I gripped her hips tightly and rocked my waist back and forth. The folds of the walls, which had been rubbed inward, moved back and forth like a broom with the motion of my member. Each time, the rich scent of peaches drifted into my nose from below. "...Haa. I understand. Please take it out."
In the end, Line surrendered first. I pulled my member out as she wished, but it took a moment because she instinctively tightened around it during the process. Squish. The sour-sweet smell of mixed pre-cum and intestinal fluid stung my nose. I stood there with my member erect in the air, waiting for her to say something. "..." Line was a child who spoke through actions first. She slowly spread her pressed legs left and right, loosened her prayer-clasped hands, and lowered them toward her crotch. "Here, please put it in here." Line used both hands to spread her mounds wide. Whether it was my imagination or not, I thought I saw something like a valve between her pulsing hole. "Haa." A sigh escaped me. Was this how a mountaineer felt, challenging a peak they had failed to conquer once before? I was now on the verge of taking Line's first time. However.
"Where?" I didn't forget to tease her until the end. Line glared at me with her first look of genuine annoyance. "Oh, really." Line spread her legs wide. Then, she wrapped them around my waist and began to move her body, using them as leverage. Rub, rub. Line was struggling to fit my member into her hole. The sight of her moving her hips around without using her hands at all looked so pitiful. "Shall I put it in for you?" "As if you need to ask! ...Haa, Master." Finally, Line threw her head back and raised both hands. "I lost." "Then don't you have something to say now?" "...Please penetrate me here."
Line didn't specify exactly 'where' until the very end. Just as I thought she might get angry if I teased her any further. "Here, right here." Line reached out, grabbed my member, and pushed it into her sex. I was momentarily startled, and Line stuck her tongue out at me. "If you won't come to me, I'll come to you." "What? Hey!" Before I could even shout, Line twisted her hips on her own and swallowed my glans into her. She moved her lower body in circles, devouring my glans inside her. "Haa, haa." Line panted and paused for a moment. She seemed exhausted just from that brief insertion, and I was just about to stop her. "Fuck..." Line’s inside was still narrow. It was beyond just tight; it was the same width as before. In other words, if I pushed in like this, it wouldn't be a matter of blood flowing from losing her virginity, but a transition into a gore scene. No matter how hard Line tried to pull me in, some things just couldn't be helped. She could still only accept my glans. My heart was raining, but my member was still rock-hard, wanting to sow its seed.
"M-Master. I'll try just a little harder." "Stop it. ...I'll just wait until I hit 4-star to penetrate. Damn it." A curse escaped my lips. Why did I evolve Line to 3-star, of all people—not Line, not Harsus, not anyone else? And to think I couldn't eat her right in front of me. I felt depressed. "...Master." Line spoke in a resolute voice, as if she had made a big decision. She folded her legs toward the ceiling, lifted her lower body, and tilted her head slightly to the side. "...Don't be too upset. I'll try harder. While you're busy, I'll use my fingers to widen it. So, for now." Line pulled her legs back as if to place her ankles in front of her eyes, revealing her pulsing anus to me. Even though I had just pushed my member in almost to the root, the hole had already tightened shut.
"Fill my belly to the brim. With yours." "...Alright. I'm sorry." "You have nothing to apologize for, Master. I'm the one who should be sorry." "No. I'm just sorry because I'm too big." "Pfft." Line laughed hollowly and bounced her hips up and down slightly. "Then use that big thing to thrust to your heart's content. Stir it up, and fill me until my belly bursts. And where..." Squish. Line lowered her hips slightly, aligning her glans perfectly with the hole. "Please ram your thing into my rear hole. Fortunately, thanks to you, it's very wide here. Who could have made it like this? Hehe..." "...Khehehe."
Laughter escaped me. Encouraged by Line’s support, I corrected my posture. With one hand, I grabbed her hips, and with the other, I inserted my fingers into her sex. "Then I'll widen it while I finish." Line blushed and smiled brightly. And that was our last conversation. I don't remember much after that. I ejaculated inside Line several times, and when I came to my senses, Line’s belly was bulging. The memory of her taking a prone position with her hips raised high at the very last moment, saying it was a waste for what she had put in her belly to leak out, was so impressive that it seemed to have covered all other memories.