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“Uh, how should I do it? With just my hands like this...?”
Klea asked me, as if pondering her position.
“Hmm... That’d work, but if you get down on all fours under me, you can do it with your mouth. It’s just the right height for you to lie prone.”
When I told her to check the height underneath, Klea measured the space between my underbelly and the ground, then nodded in understanding.
“Y-Yeah... It really is...”
Once she’d gauged the height and figured out the pose, I spoke to her in a slightly worried tone.
“But... it’s just about getting into position. With a pose like that, it’ll feel like I’m thrusting right into your throat... Don’t push yourself. You can just use your hands today. Or I can shift to my humanoid form.”
I couldn’t bring myself to command her half-forcefully like usual—not after what she’d been through today. That was my thinking, but Klea shook her head and replied,
“I-It’s okay... I trust you, Sema. And I want to try it once.”
‘Hmm. What an honor. She’s still got trauma from that ordeal, but she wants to get under me and experience bestial fellatio anyway.’
I worried she might be forcing herself, but as Klea fondled my cock, she was lost in her own thoughts.
The Esser radiating from those three men who’d tried to rape her today had been thick with raw lust and sadistic glee—like blades poised to stab her, indifferent to her fate, craving only her flesh. Recalling how the Esser from all the men who’d leered at her before felt eerily similar, Klea’s mind reeled with disgust and terror.
And then... after you saved me, Sema, and I wiped down your body out of gratitude... I caught whiffs of that musky male scent several times, tickling my nose. Tense, I compared your Esser to theirs.
Yours was hot with desire and ecstasy, yes... but not a blade. It enveloped me like a warm blanket. Sensing that difference filled Klea with joy and awe, making her see you anew.
Not just some brute after her body, but a male who truly wanted her... Realizing that shattered the rogue-ish image she’d held of you, despite growing closer.
This male... he’s courting me in earnest right now... Feeling your lust, inhaling the intense cock-stench from your flared shaft, Klea unwittingly offered to relieve your urges. And with a mix of fear, curiosity, and faint excitement at your daunting proposal, she accepted.
“O-Okay... I’ll get under you.”
I thanked her, then spread my legs to give her room, settling into position. Klea crawled beneath me on all fours like a bitch in heat, face-to-face with my cock.
“Haa...”
The pungent aroma from the drooling shaft assaulted her nose. Klea shuddered, inhaling deeply.
‘What is this intense smell... I tried ignoring it before, but now that I’m focusing... it’s like my head’s floating...’
Her blindness had sharpened her other senses, and this beastly cock-musk was the most potent she’d ever encountered. But to Klea, whose female instincts were stirring, it began feeling like an alluring perfume.
‘How can a living person—no, a Divine Beast—smell like this... Just sniffing it makes me feel so good...’
As she blissed out on the scent, I called to her, voice laced with concern.
“Klea? Ready to start? Lick my cock first to get used to it, then take it in your mouth. After that, I’ll move.”
Trembling with anticipation and arousal, Klea brought her lips to the shaft.
“Chuu...”
She kissed the precum-oozing slit, sucking and tasting it.
Until now, she’d prayed for cock-rape sessions in her mouth to end quickly, ignoring the intruders. She’d tried forgetting the flavors of precum and horse cum flooding her.
But with her hostility toward you waning and curiosity blooming, Klea savored the thick fluid properly.
‘Mmm... such a rich taste... so slick and viscous... and this smell filling my mouth and nose... intense yet fragrant... strangely addictive...’
She slurped and swallowed the precum, then extended her tongue to lick the shaft.
“Haa... slurp... chuup... mm...”
Enthralled, she lapped relentlessly, cleaning every drop. Then she parted her lips and engulfed the flare.
“Ngh... mmph...! Uuuph...”
Unaccustomed to the girth, she struggled but slowly took it in.
Feeling the soft, warm embrace swallow my cock, I shivered and warned her.
“Here we go, Klea.”
Sensing her slight nod, I thrust my hips, plunging deeper into her throat.
“Hngph...! Mmph...! Nghh...!”
As the shaft invaded her throat bit by bit, Klea choked out pained gasps. Yet... amid the suffocation, a different sensation leaked from her core—like the heat from her recent masturbation addiction. Her pussy juices began soaking her panties and pantyhose.
“Nghh...! Hnng...♡”
With the cock nearly rooted, tears welled in her eyes, body quaking.
Savoring the warm tightness, I began pumping my hips from the awkward stance.
“Hngph! Krngh! Hnnngh...!”
The girthy shaft rubbed her throat raw. Pain and pleasure warped her mind into something exquisite. It hurt, she wanted escape... yet she craved it to last.
Deep within, her bitch instincts awoke, rising toward the surface.
“Krngh! Hng! Nghh! Pfrrrph♡”
What is this feeling? Precum coats my esophagus to mouth, the massive cock stabs like it wants to kill me. So why... does this agony feel so good?
With her inner bitch awakened, the choking torment shifted her perception of the cock.
It hurts... it’s hard... but weirdly pleasurable... delicious... this cock... amazing...
Suddenly, my cock sensed a change. Her throat, once rigidly resistant, now quivered and clung like it was pleasuring me. Unlike Lizbet’s firm grip, Klea’s was a soft, caressing squeeze.
This novel sensation thrilled my cock, relaying ecstasy to my brain. Instinct told me: one of her mental walls had crumbled.
My once-gentle thrusts grew savage.
“Nghh! Gulp! Pfrhup! Krngh!”
Tears streaming, Klea rolled her unfocused eyes. But her expression wasn’t pure agony anymore—it was laced with pleasure.
Unaware of her face, I felt my balls twitch and growled,
“Grhh...! Klea! Cumming!”
Remembering the cum that once filled her throat and mouth—the thick, unforgettable load she’d tried to reject and forget—Klea shuddered, squirted her juices, and clenched her throat around the invading cock.
“Krngh! Gk! Pfrhup!?”
That squeeze triggered it: torrents of horse cum erupted, flooding her mouth and nostrils.
Her unpracticed esophagus spasmed, rejecting the onslaught at her stomach’s gate. But the cum ignored it, burrowing through the tight passage, surging up to rape her mouth.
“Krhup...! Puh! Hngghk...!”
Denying her breath through nose and mouth, the deluge raged on before finally ebbing.
I shuddered through the afterglow, then slowly withdrew.
“Kehk! Gk! Kheok! Cough!”
Freed, Klea hacked violently, gulping air and cum.
“Kehk...! Cough! Haa... haa...”
Regaining breath in a daze, she savored the remnants in her mouth.
“Haa... slosh... mmm... the scent... slosh...”
‘Aah... what is this taste... slightly fishy, yet complex... and the smell... like your cock’s musk condensed a hundredfold... incredible...’
Blissed out, she rolled it around before swallowing, body quivering.
‘Your cock... too amazing...’
Overwhelmed by the pleasure wave from the thick load, Klea passed out.