Episode 70 - A Meaningless Proposal! (4)
...I never imagined it would be this intense...
Standing there naked, I stared at the window whose tint had shifted colors, letting out an inward sigh of awe. The glass, painted black all through the night, now glowed with bright sunlight announcing the dawn. I'd said I wouldn't let her sleep, but that was just talk—I figured I'd tire out eventually. But we'd pushed it to the limit, and this was the result. And yet... this horse cock of mine was still throbbing, screaming it could go more. This thing could really last all day... This horse body suddenly felt a little scary in its own right.
"Haa... haa..."
On the bed, Lizbet lay sleeping with cute little breaths. She'd passed out after climaxing before, but always came to after a bit—until that final tenth round, when her eyes rolled back and she blacked out for good, slipping straight into sleep. Her stamina must've hit rock bottom. Holding out this long was impressive in itself.
Next to the sleeping Lizbet sat ten condom balloons, bloated with an insane volume of horse semen, tallying up our night's fucks.
"Puhuhu..."
Gazing at her, I headed to the sink with its magic circle, gulped down some water. After blasting that much cum, all I felt was a dry throat? Essentia's women weren't the only rubbery ones—my body was too. But the quantity and count were wild enough; what blew my mind more was the time we'd kept at it. Roughly from 10 p.m.... She'd pass out for 20-30 minutes each time at first, but later we fucked right through it. Eight straight hours of sex until sunrise? And it still wanted more? At this point, maybe I hadn't reincarnated as a horse—maybe as some stamina monster.
"Mm..."
Seeing Lizbet stir, I approached, pulled the blanket over her, and stroked her hair. She smiled in her sleep, nuzzling into my hand like she enjoyed it. Yeah. Even if I had reincarnated as a monster, who cared? As long as I could indulge and vent my desires like this. As long as I could turn Lizbet and my other targets into my bitches, monster or not—it didn't matter.
With that thought, I started pondering what to do while she slept. Head back to my room for a nap? The bed was too small to share with Lizbet anyway, and if Als saw, it'd be trouble—not ready for that in her room yet. The Essentia building's security was solid—no card key, no entry—but sounds might tip Als off, so better safe. My body's still fresh, though... I could pull an all-nighter easy. Or sneak off to see Clea without Lizbet knowing? The fuck limit was lifted thanks to her jealousy, but I couldn't neglect a bitch I'd already marked. Until Lizbet fully submitted, I'd have to poke at her rivals on the sly.
Knock knock knock.
Lost in thought, a door knock shattered the silence. No way... Als? This early? I froze, ears straining toward the door. More knocks from who I guessed was Als, then footsteps fading away.
We were at a point where getting caught wouldn't be a disaster... but too soon for the fun. I'd wait till Lizbet dumped Als herself and declared she was mine—then I'd announce it to him. Hold tight till then, Als.
I rummaged for pen and paper in Lizbet's room, scribbled a note saying I'd cover for her with Als, told her to rest and we'd meet at dinner, and left it visible on the vanity. Ear to the door one last check, then slipped out quietly back to my room.
Quick shower, change, down to the first floor—and there was Als at a lounge table, poring over papers. I sauntered up, all innocent, flashing a natural smile. "Morning, Als. Up early?"
"Hey, Sema. Good morning."
Clueless Als returned the friendly grin. "Lizbet still sleeping?"
"Checked earlier—yeah. She said she felt off yesterday..."
Playing dumb about Lizbet, he gave a wry smile. Hmm. Makes me wanna tease him again. Poke a little? What to say? Sitting across, I asked about his papers. He was reviewing upcoming dungeons and quests. I peeked at one—quest names, rewards, headcount, special notes. Way better payouts than the guild's posted dailies. Probably 'cause their rank shot up.
Setting the paper down, I casually probed last night. "So, what'd you and Lizbet get up to? Propose or something?"
Acting super curious despite knowing all, Als blushed. "W-was it that obvious? You're a mind reader, Sema..."
The proposal recipient told me herself. Repaid her with my horse cock till she passed out!
I nodded along like it was juicy gossip as he spilled. Breakfast together, picked quests. Thought about ditching for Clea, but stuck to Als to keep him from waking Lizbet and sniffing something out. Chatted guild founding and master duties till lunchtime.
Als wanted to rouse her; I cut him off—"If she's sick, let her rest today"—he pondered, then said wait a bit longer, or just us two if she didn't stir. She's out till tonight, I smirked inwardly, agreeing.
Less than an hour later, Lizbet came down.
What? Up already? Thought she'd be dead to the world till evening. After all-night horse cock and crashing asleep—face looks good too. Her stamina had leveled up. That the reason?
"Liz. Up? Feeling better?" Als asked, approaching.
Lizbet stared at him a beat, like a 1-2 second lag, then beamed. "Yeah. All good now."
She slid in next to me, not him, grabbing a paper to read. Quick smile to worried Als, then turned away disinterested. To me, she seemed utterly bored with him...
Her heart shifted faster than I thought?
"Picking next quests? Sema's speed opens up options."
Sitting close, Lizbet pressed her ass against me, scanning papers. Like she was showing affection with her body. Not huge change, but definitely not yesterday's vibe. Does she realize it herself?
"Y-yeah? Uh, Liz. You must be starving—let's grab lunch."
Als tilted his head, sensing the weirdness. Picked up on her shift?
"...Heh. Grabbed a light bite... but sure, let's go."
"Huh? Ate already?"
She'd snuck something? Als asked; Lizbet smiled, faintly flushed. "Yeah. Super thick, super nutritious drink. Chugged a full glass."
...Not what I'm thinking, right? Meant to ditch it but bailed... Nah, no way.
"Makes sense. Milk won't cut it—c'mon. Gotta eat after being sick."
"It was so thick, I'm stuffed. Heh. Okay."
Milk, right? Yeah... No way even slutty Lizbet downed that straight. Head swirling with doubt, we three headed out for late lunch. And on the way to the restaurant, Lizbet stuck to my side, not Als's.