She's Lost It
She'd lost it.
The moment I pushed into that tight, narrow pussy, the reason that normally never stopped spinning in my head went numb, and instinct surged straight to the surface.
"Nngh—!"
I shoved it all the way in and looked down. Song Yura had her eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched white around the bedsheets.
Is it hurting her?
Well — her hymen had torn yesterday. That would do it. She didn't have Demonic Energy like I did. There was no way she'd heal overnight. I'd heard that when a woman's first time was painful, the memory of that pain stayed stamped into her, leaving a residue of fear the next time around.
Damn it.
The thought that Song Yura might be in pain made me hesitate for a second. Then I started moving my hips again, slowly. It wasn't that I wanted her to hurt. I just couldn't hold back. I wanted more of this pleasure.
"Nngh, hhhngh—! Hah, haaah..."
Every time I rolled my hips and drove into her, a moan slipped from Song Yura's lips in perfect time with the thrust. Then her pussy clenched down even tighter, and she grew wetter around me.
"...Nngh, i-it feels good. Master, hngh—! Ah, aah... every time Master's thing stabs into me, nngh, I feel like I'm going to come. Nnnngh!"
I had no way of knowing if she was lying. But a woman's voice telling me my cock felt good was sweet beyond words.
"Nnhaah, haaugh!"
Chasing my own pleasure — and wanting even filthier words out of her mouth — I instinctively grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, easing it upward.
"Aaaaahngh! Hwah, hhhngh... ah, it's so much more than before... nngh, nnnngh!"
The sight of my cock plunging into her was laid bare even more obscenely than before, and I realized I could push deeper and move more easily than when both her legs had been spread.
Schlick, schlick, schlick—
"If you're a slave, then moan like one. Filthier."
"Haaaahngh, y-yes... it feels so good. Every time Master's c-cock stabs into my p-pussy I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I-I didn't even know I was this kind of filthy slut. Haaahngh, hngh! I-I'm coming...!"
"You're getting raped by the guy you used to bully, and you still like it that much?"
"Hhhngh! Hwah, nngh! I-I'm sorry. I was wrong... b-but nngh, nnngh! I-it's because it's Master that it feels this good! I-I really couldn't feel this way with anyone else. Aaahngh!"
Every time she said something like that, she dripped even more down below, her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter around me. It sounded so much like the truth that it made my chest itch. And the obscene wet sounds our bodies were making only drove the heat higher.
"Aaaahngh, I-I'm dying. I think I'm going to die... it feels too good."
I had a pretty good idea what she meant. I was the one grinding my hips against her body, and even I felt like I was melting. Was our compatibility just that infuriatingly good, or had Song Yura simply been born a delicious woman? I had no experience. I couldn't know. And because I had no experience, every pleasure I was tasting for the first time felt so enormous I couldn't even resist it.
"Fuck, I like it too. Every time you keep running that mouth and clamping down on me, it's not half bad."
"Ah...!"
The urge to come had surged almost all the way to the edge, and I'd said it without thinking. Song Yura's eyes went wide, and she clamped down on my cock harder than she ever had.
And then, at the same time—
"Hwaaaaaaaahngh!"
"Ngh!"
Song Yura and I came together.
Throb, throb, throb!
The orgasm felt far better than yesterday's. I could actually feel how much cum I was pouring out, and that made it even better.
"Nngh, haah, haah..."
I savored the afterglow as Song Yura panted, her belly rising and falling with every ragged breath. Even that looked filthy. I'd just come, and I still wasn't satisfied — I still wanted to fuck her.
Good thing I have condoms.
If I hadn't, I would have started thrusting again right then and there, like an animal.
Schlick—
"Haaaaahngh!"
The moment I pulled out to change the condom, Song Yura let out a moan of pleasure and shuddered all over. She glanced up at me, then carefully reached out with a trembling hand.
"...L-let me put it on for you. From now on, this should be a given."
I handed her the condom without a word. She turned it over, checking the front and back, then nodded and worked it onto my cock with delicate, careful fingers. Once it was on, a look crossed her face like she'd just realized something.
"Something wrong?"
"W-well... Master's thing was covered in c-cum, so I was thinking I should have cleaned it with my mouth first before putting it on."
"..."
Whoa... is this really a girl who was a virgin until yesterday?
Or are all the women in your world this aggressive from the start? A cleanup blowjob...? Even in Karina's world, that's an extremely rare, top-tier service, you know?
I was still reeling from a suggestion I hadn't seen coming. Song Yura doubled down.
"...N-no, I mean, that's only natural for a slave, right? S-serving Master."
That was natural? When someone said it like that, it almost started to sound that way.
"Do it that way from now on."
"Ah, yes! Thank you!"
I didn't know much about this stuff, so Song Yura probably wasn't wrong. The one thing I did know was...
"We're switching positions this time. Stick your ass out and get on your face."
"Ah... yes."
Her face flushed a little, but she couldn't quite hide the anticipation as she did exactly as I'd said — ass in the air, face buried in the pillow.
"..."
I grabbed her ass, ready to push in — and stopped dead at a sight far more spectacular than I'd imagined.
I'd noticed it yesterday too. Song Yura's pussy was almost completely hairless, impossibly clean, and while her body was so skinny people would have called her a toothpick, her breasts and ass were lush and full. It was the kind of body every man had pictured at least once. And because my first wet dream had been about grabbing a woman's ass just like this and thrusting into her, the memory came flooding back and my face went hot.
"M-Master. Excuse me, but... i-it's so embarrassing. Could you please put it in already?"
"Be quiet."
"...I'm sor— kyah! M-Master!"
She called out to me in a panic, and I answered just as urgently.
"I know!"
I knew the hole I'd just tried to enter wasn't her pussy. It really hadn't been on purpose — a complete accident. My cock was just standing so much harder and stiffer than I'd expected that I'd missed my aim.
But...
Could I put it in this hole later, too?
The thought crossed my mind, and I shook my head.
I was a sick bastard.
Even if I'd made Song Yura into my slave, that was going too far. Getting interested in her asshole in the first place? That was full-on pervert territory.
Schlick, schlick, schlick—
I found the right place this time and rubbed my cock against her pussy. Maybe because she'd already taken me twice, the entrance parted softly and welcomed me in.
"Hnnnnnnnngh!"
Face buried in the pillow, Song Yura let out another animal moan and went rigid. At the same time, a rush of her juices spilled out of her.
"...Nngh, hhhngh! M-Master. It feels... so good. Nngh, nnngh! I-I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be serving you... haaagh! Hngh, I-I'm coming. Hwah, hnnngh! I-it felt good before too, but th-this is hitting places you weren't reaching earlier... ah, aaahngh! Aahnngh!"
I didn't say it out loud, but the different tightness, the different pleasure, had me embarrassingly satisfied. The view from the front had been filthy enough — the view from behind was obscenely spectacular. Especially the sight of my hands planted on that impossibly slim waist and that plump, pretty ass that looked like a peach. It was more than enough to stoke a man's hunger to conquer.
"Hwaaaahngh! Hnngh, ngh, nngh! Nnnngh, nnnngh!"
Slap, slap, slap—
Every time a sound far more violent than missionary rang out, Song Yura howled like a dog and thrashed her head against the pillow. I thought, unbidden, that she looked cute like that — and I tightened my grip on her ass and slammed into her harder.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
How long did I keep thrusting, gripping her ass so hard it warped to the shape of my hands?
"I-it feels so gooood... nngh, ah, I'm losing it. It feels too good. Hnnnngh, nngh!"
I was getting close too.
Schlick!
I grabbed Song Yura's ass, yanked her back against me, and drove my cock as deep as it would go. I forced her cervix open and came like I was pouring a load of seed straight into her womb.
"Hwaaaahngh, I-I'm coming again. I'm coming...! Hwaahngh, haaugh! Hwah, hnngh! Aaaaaaaahngh!"
"Hahh..."
"M-Master... you're incredible. Nngh, hnnngh, ah."
When the second round of fierce sex ended and I pulled out, Song Yura's legs were shaking like she was about to pass out — but she still forced herself up and crawled toward me on her hands and knees.
"I-I'll clean you up."
"..."
It felt like an obsession. I flinched.
"Excuse me."
Slurp—
Song Yura carefully peeled the condom off. For a split second, some unreadable hunger flickered through her eyes — then it was gone. She stuck her tongue out long and started licking from the head of my cock, then opened her mouth wide, lowered her head, and slowly swallowed me down.
"Nngh..."
Her technique on my hypersensitive cock wasn't particularly good — but it wasn't unpleasant either. Clumsy as it was, I could tell she was giving it everything she had.
Credit where it's due.
Even if Song Yura had steeled herself as a slave, jumping straight into a blowjob she'd never given before wasn't easy. From what I'd read, a man's cum didn't even taste good.
"Haaahm, slurp! Hnngh, it tastes good. The smell is so strong too... aah, if all of this went into my belly... I wonder what would happen then. Kiss, slurp!"
...That was definitely just her saying what a slave was supposed to say to make me feel good.
Time was getting tight.
Part of me wanted to fuck her one more time just like this, but considering how much time we'd already burned, I had to stop here and get cleaned up. Not if I didn't want to walk out of here reeking of the filthy smell that had filled this entire room.
Still...
"Swallow it."
I deliberately flexed my cock hard, grabbed Song Yura's head, and started thrusting fast. She made a choked sound, tears welling in her eyes. I used her mouth with zero consideration — for nothing but coming.
"Ngh, I'm coming."
Throb—!
Coming without a condom felt incredible. Until now I'd only ever dumped load after load into a rubber with a blocked tip. Now that suffocating tightness was gone, and I was hammering the roof of her mouth, filling it to the brim.
"Mmmph, mmph!"
If she'd spit it out, I'd been planning to use that as an excuse to scold her.
"Hahm, gulp..."
Song Yura didn't even flinch. She swallowed it all, little by little, like she was savoring it. In no time she'd drunk every drop I'd pumped out — and she actually looked like it wasn't enough.
"It tasted so good. And you can't come inside my pussy, but you can come in my mouth as much as you want, whenever you want. If you're ever in a hurry when you're with me, you can just use my mouth! This way there's no evidence, and I can clean you up with my mouth too."
It was an offer so tempting I couldn't even deny it. That thought crossed my mind, and I dragged a hand down my face and muttered.
"She's lost it."