Risk Level 6: Undine
"Haaang...! Ahh...! Nngh, haah...! Haaang...!"
Every time I force open her tight hole and scrape against the sensitive inner walls, she lets out breathless moans loud enough to echo into the next room. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap...! The wet, rhythmic sound of our sweat-slicked bodies colliding fills the room. With her face pressed into the sheets, her small frame jolts forward helplessly each time I thrust, no matter how hard she tries to hold her position. The sight only fuels my urge to conquer.
"Hngh...! Ahh...! Haaang!"
She buries her face completely into the blanket now, crying out without restraint. Even my crude, relentless pounding draws such honest, eager responses from her.
"...This is a sight I could get used to."
I keep driving into her, reshaping her narrow passage to fit me perfectly, while admiring the disheveled view of her back. That petite body crumbles completely with every thrust from a solid man. Before long she stops trying to resist and simply focuses on taking me, her hips twitching weakly as vulgar moans spill from her lips. The white, fluffy tail above her rear bounces and sways with every impact, drawing my gaze. Each time I bottom out, the short tail fur brushes against my lower abdomen in a strangely fresh sensation.
"I like it... feels so good...! Hngh, ahh...!"
Still, the greatest advantage of taking her from behind is this. I grab her plump, elastic cheeks and squeeze hard.
"Hngh?! Ah, haah...!"
The reddened flesh, heated from my relentless pounding, yields softly under my palms. A low groan escapes me as well.
"Ah... this feels good."
Clutching her ass with both hands, I rock my hips in a daze, savoring the tight, unfamiliar contours inside her. Pleasure floods both my manhood and my palms. It should be more than enough, yet I still feel unsatisfied. Am I simply growing greedier? I want her to squeeze even tighter, to milk me harder, and I want to crush and knead even more of that soft flesh in my hands.
Smack...!
Her soft cheeks ripple from the slap, droplets of sweat flying. Fresh red handprints bloom over older, fading ones. And above all—
"Kyaaahng...?!"
She clamps down violently, squeezing me like a vice.
"Hngh... haah..."
"You're clenching so hard just from being spanked. You really do enjoy this."
Smack...!!
Every sharp slap makes her walls tighten in real time. Such an honest little hole.
"Stop sliding forward. You'll hit the wall at this rate."
"Kehk...?"
I reach forward and grab the back of her neck choker, yanking it toward me. Her constant forward drift had started to annoy me. I don't particularly care what happens to her; I just want to keep her in place.
The dangerous, drowning pleasure is similar to the urge to climax, yet somehow lighter—persistent, spine-tingling, and endless.
"Ah... I'm about to come..."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap...! The wet sounds grow louder, punctuated by the occasional sharp smack of my palm. With the choker pulled taut like a leash, her moans take on an even lewder tone. ...Satisfying.
Just as my climax builds to the breaking point, I finally release the choker and instead slide both arms under her thighs, lifting her small waist from below.
"Hyat...? Haah...?! Ahh...?"
She feels heavier than her size suggests, but that isn't enough to stop me. I shout at the startled girl who's now dangling in my arms, my length still buried deep inside her.
"Stay still!"
"Hik...! Eek...?"
Carrying her like this, I step back until my feet touch the floor beside the bed. Now I can thrust upward with full force.
"Hngh...! Haaah...! Hngh...!"
"Hyah...?! Kyah...?! Too high... ah, ahh...!"
Supporting her thighs firmly, I pound upward with everything I have. The added weight of her body drives me even deeper, battering against her cervix. My shaft swells larger than ever, ready to release.
"Hngh...! Haaah...!"
Using her body like this for my own pleasure fills me with a thick sense of depravity. Sweat runs down my heated skin as my breathing grows ragged. Finally—
Spurt...! Spurt...! Spurt...!
I climax deep inside her while holding her aloft, then collapse forward onto the bed with her still connected to me. We lie there, savoring the afterglow.
"Haa... haah... haaah..."
"Hngh... hiii... ehehe..."
Her face, now visible, is a complete mess—drool trailing from her lips, eyes glassy and wet—yet it suits her strangely well. Even in this state, she looks beautiful. I give her ass a light slap.
"Hik?!"
"Haa... how high was that, really? Stop exaggerating."
She immediately tightens around me again, still leaking my seed. I stroke the reddened cheek.
"Euh... hngh, don't..."
"Still felt good though, right?"
"...Yes..."
She nods obediently. My legs are trembling from the effort, so I won't be doing that often. Maybe I really should start exercising.
"U-um..."
"Hm?"
I'm still inside her and was thinking of pulling out to change the condom when she suddenly speaks up, her expression oddly shy.
"What is it? Tell me."
"J-just now..."
"Just now?"
Does she mean when I lifted and pounded her? Or the thrill of almost dropping her? Even if she liked it, I can't do it again right away—I'm exhausted.
"...The choking..."
"...?"
"When you pulled on my neck... it felt really good..."
Choking? Me? She means when I yanked the choker? I didn't do it to strangle her—I just needed something to hold so she wouldn't slide away. But this girl... is she really asking for that again?
"...Could you do it again...?"
Asking to be choked is dangerous, and as a human I should refuse. Yet my eyes are already drawn to her slender, pale neck. She wants these large hands to wrap around that delicate throat and squeeze while I ravage her from below. My length twitches inside her in answer. I have no choice.
"Hngh..."
If it becomes truly dangerous, I'll notice through our mental link even if she can't speak. As long as I stay focused, it should be fine. But just how far does she intend to fall—and how far does she plan to drag me down with her?
"...Don't regret this. You asked for it. Even if you beg me to stop halfway, I won't."