Scarlet's Relentless Claim
"Don't... move..."
"Ugh... hah... hah, hah..."
Even without her saying it, the tight, narrow passage gripping me refused to let go. It kept squeezing and milking my shaft relentlessly even as I came, leaving my legs trembling and weak. Still, my cock remained buried deep, twitching and spurting the last of my seed right against her cervix, pressing firmly against that firm inner flesh.
Watching her body quiver, my eyes were drawn to the smooth, toned abs of her slender waist and those lewdly large breasts that looked even bigger from this angle. Scarlet gritted her teeth, trying her best not to show how much it hurt while catching her breath. She hadn't noticed my lecherous gaze yet. Beads of cold sweat had already formed on her forehead, her brows furrowed and lower lip lightly bitten. Even with that pained expression, she was undeniably beautiful.
"...Feeling a little better now?"
"Nngh... yeah."
Only after some time had passed did the tension finally ease from her fierce eyes. I waited patiently until then before speaking, and she gave a surprisingly obedient nod.
"If it's still hurting a lot, we can pull out for a bit and rest before continuing."
"...I don't want that."
She shook her head at my suggestion to take a break. The reason behind it was so cute that I nearly let my expression slip.
"Ugh..."
How the hell am I supposed to put it all back in if we stop now? And... I finally got to hold you like this. I don't want to stop in the middle.
"...I'm glad you feel that way."
"Hik...? Y-you... Ugh... I completely forgot..."
She must have momentarily forgotten that I could hear her thoughts. Embarrassed that her inner feelings had been exposed, she raised her hand to hit me—wait, why a fist instead of an open palm?
"Whoa?"
"Ahn..."
Just before her fist could connect, a sharp pain shot up from her lower body, still not used to my size. Her punch stopped short. The fist she had been clenching loosened on its own, and her palm came to rest gently on my chest. It felt surprisingly soft and warm against my skin.
"...It's unfair. A woman like me is embracing you, so shouldn't you be happier about it?"
"I thought I was already plenty happy."
"My only flaw—the burn scars—are completely gone now. My body and face are perfect and flawless enough to be personally summoned by that person. Isn't that enough?"
So there really are people who say things like "perfect" and "flawless" about themselves out loud. I already knew her pride was high, but it seemed to extend beyond just her abilities and strength to include her appearance as well.
"Ahaha, even if you say it's not enough..."
"At the very least, you should treat this like the greatest honor of your life. A woman like me... Ahn, it hurts... is embracing you like this."
Of course, I had no intention of denying that she was a beautiful and attractive woman.
"What's with that look?"
Still, when it came to figures, everyone had their own charm. There was no point in setting strict standards to compare. Even so, the breasts hanging temptingly right in front of me were more than enough to please my hands and mouth with their size and weight. But I also had Harpy, whose breasts had grown another size recently from producing milk. Then there was the field team leader's tail bikini from the dinner party and the president's slingshot bikini from the business trip. Compared to their beast-like, selfishly alluring bodies, Scarlet's "superior" impression faded a little.
"Kyaa...?"
Squish... squish...
These breasts... They were similar to or slightly larger than the president's, and a bit smaller than the field team leader's. The field team leader's body felt overall softer and smoother, with less visible muscle definition. Scarlet's, on the other hand, had clearer muscle lines, giving off a strong warrior vibe. Her healthy, well-trained body was definitely sensual.
"Ah... Hng, my navel... It tickles..."
But honestly, after already experiencing the president's beast-like— no, predator-like—body, Scarlet's figure didn't leave quite as strong an impression anymore. Maybe "perfect" just meant there were no particularly sharp edges.
"Ah..."
Wait, was I just comparing Scarlet to other women? This was bad. I was supposed to focus completely on the person right in front of me with all my sincerity. Some unnecessary, fleeting rationality had suddenly grabbed my ankle with the question of whether she was truly a perfect woman.
The most important thing right now was whose lower lips were carefully and devotedly holding my precious cock.
"Huu... Of course it's an honor. Getting the chance to hold a wonderful and charming woman like you, Scarlet, is something that might only happen once in a lifetime."
"Nngh, right? Yeah... I knew you'd say that. Hehe..."
She had been worried that I might be comparing her to the other four women I was involved with and feeling inferior, but my answer quickly restored her confidence. She grabbed my hand, which had been gently stroking from her breasts down to her navel and now along her hips, and placed it on the floor.
"...?"
I wondered what she was planning when—shlrrk... schlurp...—she finally lifted her hips slightly off my pelvis. The sensation of her entrance tightly gripping my shaft and sliding upward was more than enough to make my cock, which had started to soften after my second climax, stand rigid again.
"Huuu... Ugh..."
"Hngh... Hah... It's gotten bigger inside..."
Just moments ago she had been so tense that she kept squeezing painfully tight, making me worry if something would tear. Now that she had found some composure, she began twisting and coiling her inner walls around me at a pleasant rhythm, firmly milking my shaft.
"Are you really okay? If it's too hard, I can move instead. I'll be gentle."
"Y-you just stay still. I already figured out roughly what you like when I used my mouth... so I know how to make you feel good."
"...That makes me really happy."
Her insides had loosened enough that staying still wouldn't have been bad, but she followed through on her words. Instead of nodding, she started moving her hips, slowly pounding up and down like a pestle.
Plap, plap. Plap... plap...
"Hngh... Hah..."
It still just hurts... but his face looks like he's enjoying it, so I can't stop...
No matter how good her persistent and skilled tongue technique had felt, it couldn't compare to the sensation of this tight, winding, hot and wet passage clinging to every inch of my cock, rubbing it thoroughly with its walls and ridges.
"Ugh... Hah... Scarlet, a little... slower..."
"I'm already... hngh, going slow. Hah... Are you already... out of... hah, patience? If you've already cum inside twice... hngh, isn't that dangerous?"
This might be fun...
Thrust, thrust! Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust... schlurp! Schlurp... schlurp!
It had taken her a little time to get used to the unfamiliar pain, but the well-trained Scarlet quickly grew numb to it. She began to properly savor my hard cock as it carved through and invaded her tight insides, scraping relentlessly. The lewd wet sounds from our connection grew louder, and I could feel her inner walls actively writhing and coiling around me with heightened sensitivity.
Plap plap plap plap plap plap plap plap plap...!
"Ugh, hngh, hah... hah, hngh..."
She leaned forward, arching her back, and placed her hands on the floor beside my head for support. From this comfortable position, she began bouncing her hips with abandon. The heavy breasts dangling right in front of my face swayed and jiggled with every thrust, releasing a thick, sweet scent that I inhaled deeply. I could feel my third climax rapidly approaching as her movements grew faster and faster.
Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust...!
Plap plap plap plap plap plap...!
"Wait... Scarlet... Ugh, Scarlet, wait...!"
"Hah, hngh... Just like that... hah, cum deep inside... I'm... hngh, about to come too..."
She had already taken one load right after insertion, so cumming two or three more times shouldn't matter anymore—or so I tried to tell myself lightly. But the responsibility that would follow was far too heavy. If she really did get pregnant, I would of course do my best to take responsibility. But the reason she wanted a child was simply to keep me by her side.
"Even now... hah... hah... it might not be too late... Scarlet..."
Thrust, thrust thrust thrust! Thrust! Thrust thrust thrust...!
"Ahngh, hah, hngh... hah...! Hngh...!"
"Scarlet...! I can't... anymore...!"
As my climax neared, my hands desperately grabbed her hips and tried to push her off, but she firmly slammed her hips down, swallowing my cock to the hilt in one motion.
"Now... cum."
"Ugh...!! Hah...!"
I tried to hold back until the end, but with her grinding her hips back and forth while keeping me buried as deep as possible, my oversensitive glans was rubbed and rolled inside her, forcing out thick ropes of semen.
Spurt spurt! Spurt spurt spurt...! Spurt, spurt, spurt...!
Even as I came, she didn't stop. She kept bouncing her hips wildly to reach her own climax, leaving me no choice but to let out dazed, broken moans from the nonstop stimulation.
"Hngh... hah..."
"Ah... I'm coming... coming...!"
Ah... no...
While this was already my third climax, it was her first. With an ecstatic expression, her shoulders trembled as she collapsed forward, her breasts pressing against my chest and her face burying into my shoulder. The faint, trembling moans of pleasure from her lips were soaked with deep satisfaction.
"Huu... huuah... It's been... so long..."
...This feeling of being filled... feels so good...
The "filled" feeling she mentioned was the affection she felt through climax, not necessarily my semen flooding her womb—but either way, this second creampie had driven the wedge in deep, leaving no room for escape.
"If you can't avoid it... enjoy it, huh..."