The Treatment Continues
"The treatment ends here... Excuse me, Major?"
"I believe you're ready."
I indicated my crotch with a flick of my eyes.
"From now on, you'll have to do it yourself."
"M-me? You mean me...?"
"The car is rather cramped, is it not? There's hardly room for me to move about properly. So... you will have to move on top, Major."
A noble lady and an Imperial Army Major, straddling her subordinate's lap and rocking her hips of her own accord? Under normal circumstances, such a thing would have been beyond imagining.
"...Very well."
Serafina accepted without resistance.
Then, as if something had just occurred to her, she added,
"But Max... contraception..."
She glanced around the car. Naturally, nothing of the sort had been prepared inside.
Emotion: Fear of pregnancy is threatening to smother her desire; she blames herself for being so poorly prepared.
Just as the mood threatened to cool, I drew a small foil packet from my inner pocket and held it up.
"No need to worry. I brought one along, just in case."
Relief washed over Serafina's face at the sight of it.
I tore the wrapper open and handed it to her.
"Would you care to put it on me yourself?"
"...Yes."
Her slender, elegant fingers took hold of my shaft and carefully rolled the rubber down my length. Clumsy as expected, but there was something endearing in the fumbling.
"...Now, then."
Only after that did she settle into position. With trembling hands, she pulled the hem of her dress up higher, lifted her hips slightly, and pressed herself against my tip.
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she began to slowly lower herself.
"Hngh...!"
The crown of my cock forced its way through the tight entrance. She'd already been loosened by my fingers, but I was still an overwhelming fit.
She paused for a moment, then slowly bore her weight down again.
Sqelch.
At last I reached her deepest point, the very mouth of her womb. Her hips pressed flush against my thighs.
"Hah... hah... I'm so... full..."
She exhaled a hot breath. I took hold of her hips and stroked them gently.
"If you sit still, the treatment won't work. Move."
"I-I don't know... how..."
"Trust your instincts. And... find for yourself where you need to be touched."
Serafina lifted her hips cautiously.
Squelch.
Even that tiny movement made her inner walls react with exquisite sensitivity.
"Ah...!"
The beginning was awkward. A stiff, creaking motion of the waist. But every time my length dragged along her inner walls, her expression transformed, growing more and more intoxicated.
"Hnn, ah...! Ah, hnn...!"
Her movements grew bolder by degrees. Beyond simply rising and falling, she began to twist her hips back and forth, searching out a rhythm all her own.
Plap, plap.
With each motion, her pale, plentiful breasts swayed deliciously beneath her deep neckline. Sweat-damp silver hair clung to her collarbones; her cheeks flushed crimson with pleasure; her half-lidded eyes gazed down at me in a dazed haze.
Serafina was riding me, rocking her hips atop my body.
Touch of Attunement.
Touch of Attunement
The target's pleasure is amplified.
"Nghaaaah... Ahh♡!"
Serafina let out a strangled cry at the sudden stimulation. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down hard around my cock.
"Wh-what...?!"
To calm the flustered woman, I wrapped my arms tight around the small of her back—and drove my hips up hard from below.
Thud.
"Hnnngh...♡?!"
Touch of Attunement.
[The target's pleasure is amplified.]
Thud.
"Ahhnn♡!! M-Max...! W-wait...! Something's wrong...!"
THUD—!
"Your posture is... hngh! Too d-deep, ah...♡"
Every time the head of my cock ground against the entrance of her womb, Serafina's upper body arched backward. Her vaginal walls convulsed wildly, clamping my shaft in a vice-like grip, as if refusing to ever let me go. Even through the thin rubber membrane, that scorching heat came through vivid and unmistakable.
"Hngh...!"
I couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing handfuls of her plump ass, I pushed through the final sprint.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Aahn! Aaahn♡!"
"Hold it, Major."
Gripping her hips, I rammed my cock into her deepest point.
"Haaaaahn♡!!"
With Serafina's climaxing scream, something hot surged up from my groin and poured out in thick pulses.
Gulp, gulp.
The condom filled with hot seed in an instant. Serafina must have reached her peak as well—she clung to my shoulders, her whole body shuddering violently. Her inner walls were still fluttering, squeezing rhythmically around my cock as it spent itself inside her.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
For a long while, only the sound of ragged breathing filled the car. The air inside had grown noticeably hot and humid, the windows fogged so completely that the world outside had vanished. I slowly ran my hand down the back of Serafina, whose face was buried in my shoulder.
"...Are you all right?"
"Mmm..."
Instead of answering, she merely gave a nod with a small moan. But her body showed no intention of climbing off mine. Her pussy was still clamped tight around my shaft.
Status Analysis.
Name: Serafina von Reinhardt
Condition: The afterglow of climax—but a thirst that remains unquenched.
Emotion: Reluctance at the thought of the treatment (pleasure) ending; a craving for even stronger stimulation.
Ha. I swallowed a wry laugh. So once wasn't enough for her after all. Still, I put on a deliberately regretful voice.
"The treatment was a success. It's time for you to get off now."
"......"
"Major...?"
Serafina didn't move.
"Um... M-Max..."
Avoiding my gaze, she mumbled,
"It's still... hot inside... and twitching. The remnants of my mana... haven't fully dispersed yet."
"Pardon?"
"If we stop here... the backflow might... come back. My mana could... tangle up again. So... finish the treatment properly, all the way to the end."
As she said it, Serafina gave her hips a subtle twist. That stimulation set my cock slowly hardening again inside her.
"But Major, I have no more condoms. That last one was the final one."
"Oh, no..."
"Get down, Major. I'll escort you back to your quarters."
Serafina bit her lip.
Emotion: A collision between the loss of having the treatment (sex) halted, the fear of pregnancy, and... an instinctive craving for pleasure.
"...Just pull out. That's all."
"Pardon?"
"You just... won't finish inside, that's all."
So that was how far she'd come.
"I've heard that finishing outside... carries almost no chance of pregnancy."
Retreating any further from here was something my pride as a man would never have permitted.
She lifted her hips on her own.
Pop.
My condom-wrapped cock slid free, the rubber tip heavy and sagging with seed. Serafina peeled it off herself. Then, gazing down at my bare, stiffly rearing cock, she swallowed dryly.
"...Just put it in."
I feigned reluctance with a sigh.
"...Very well. If that's what you truly wish."
Conception Control.
Conception Control
Pregnancy probability set to 0%.
Activating the skill silently, I took hold of her waist.
"In exchange, you will follow my instructions to the letter. Understood?"
"...Yes."
Serafina nodded obedient as a lamb, then slowly lowered herself onto me once more.
Squelch.
Bare skin met bare skin.
"Haaah...!"
The sensation of the condom's absence exceeded anything I had imagined. All the heat and texture that had been sealed away now flooded through, utterly unfiltered. Serafina's bare pussy was springy yet firm, her inner walls gripping every ridge and vein of my shaft without a sliver of space, clinging to me slick with sticky nectar.
"Ah, hnn...!"
I hadn't even used Touch of Attunement, and already Serafina was moaning first, pulling my shoulders into an embrace.
I gripped her hips and thrust up into her.
Thud.
"Aahn♡!"
The raw, unguarded sensation made Serafina's back arch sharply.
"Move. You mustn't stop."
At my command, Serafina bit her lip and began to move her hips. Tentative at first, but instinct soon overtook reason.
Using my thighs as leverage, she lifted and dropped her hips in steady rhythm.
Slap, slap, squelch.
The sound of flesh striking flesh and the wet, sloppy chorus of her nectar filled the car. Her movements were far bolder and more aggressive than before.
She had moved past simple up-and-down motion now—she rolled her hips in wide circles, raking the head of my cock against the mouth of her womb, then dragged her inner walls down along the length of my shaft in slow, clinging waves.
"Hah, hah...! Is this... is this how... it's done...?"
"Perfect."
Serafina leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against my chest. Her sweat-slicked breasts glided across my skin. She wrapped her arms around my neck, panting hot breaths against my ear.
"How does it feel?"
"...Good."
To my question, Serafina answered honestly.
"...It feels wonderful, Max. You... stirring up my insides..."
I seized her ass tight, marveling at the springy give of her flawless skin spilling between my fingers. Matching her rhythm, I drove my hips upward.
Thud, thud, THUD!
"Ah! Ah! Hnn! So deep, you're so deep...!"
Once our rhythms locked, the pleasure multiplied. She no longer needed to be told—she sought out my lips and pressed hers over them.
Slurp, mm.
And then she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed, all on her own.
"More... give me more... Max...!"
Her aloof, icy dignity was nowhere to be found—only a female drenched in pleasure, rocking her hips atop me.
I reached around her back, tracing a slow line down her sweat-sheened spine.
"You're doing wonderfully. Far better than before."
"Mmm..."
"Nothing pleases a physician more than a patient who follows his instructions to the letter. Your posture, your movements—absolutely exemplary."
Raising my hand, I stroked her hair gently. Her sweat-dampened, tangled silver hair curled softly between my fingers.
When I had first touched her hair in this car, she had flinched with embarrassment and resistance. But that was different now.
"......"
Serafina didn't pull away from my touch.