Slamming's Night of Ecstasy and Morning Devotion
After teaching Slamming about sex, the bed creaked like it was screaming—creeeak, creeeak! But those friction sounds were drowned out entirely. Thrust, thrust, thrust! "Ah♡ Ang♡♡ Ungh... Cl-Clothes...♡" Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Lewd harmonies filled the room.
It wasn't just Slamming whose reason had flown out the window in the throes of pleasure. "...Hah... hah... Slamming..." With every up-and-down stroke, I could feel it. Her hot, sticky depths. How utterly addicted she was to this sex.
"Y-Yes...♡ Master...♡" Even amid it all, her affection for me shone through. Squelch, squish! Splurt! Splat, sploosh! As she moaned and climaxed, reduced to pure instinct, she still responded instantly to my call. Even as lust and desire melted everything away, her instincts as a familiar—as a maid—remained tuned to every word from her master.
"...Good... Slamming...! Your pussy...! It's...!" Proof came when her walls clenched even tighter at my praise. Her face, flushed red from overwhelming pleasure, was openly painted with submission and joy directed solely at her master.
"I-I love it too...♡ I l-love you...♡ Master..." Following my command to voice whatever came to mind, she confessed the love for her master she'd been too shy to fully express before. "Master's cock...! Your thick, hard cock...! It's nothing like masturbating alone...!" She shook her hips wildly, as if craving my hot, fresh semen right then and there. And I hadn't even asked for any special requests yet.
"...I'm... gonna cum...!" I couldn't hold back anymore at the sight. Her half-lidded eyes gazing at me, slime-like sweat trickling down her panting cheeks. Her heaving breasts tormented my gaze relentlessly. Thwack...♡ Squish...♡ Splurt...♡ Sploosh...♡ Heavy friction rang out with every pelvic clash. Her slime-unique viscosity wrapped my dick in warm walls that clung stubbornly, stretched, and sucked me back in, over and over. And finally...
"Cum inside me...♡" Her desperate plea sealed it. "Fill me up...♡ with your thick semen...♡ Make me feel so good...♡" Blurt! Bluurt, bluuurt...! "Ah...♥ Aaaang...♥ Angh...♥ Aaaaangh...♥" Semen surged up in thick spurts, overflowing with her joy as a female. Her virgin slime pussy, tasting fresh cock fluids for the first time, eagerly accepted the vivid heat, locking tight all the way to her deepest depths.
...Even after cumming... it feels so good... And I felt the same. Had ejaculation ever left me with this much bliss before? It wasn't just the urge to shoot a few more loads.
"...Master... How was it?" The pure, petite lifeform panted atop me, drenched and heaving. Just knowing one woman loved me filled my body with warm comfort. I gently caressed her cheek for a moment.
"...I want to do it like this." "Eh... Wha...?" Swoosh... Unable to resist the impulse, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her toward my chest. As her upper body bent forward, her soft breasts squished plushly against my pecs.
"Huggh...♥" At the same time, the connection at our lower abdomens bore her full weight, clenching like it might burst. This wasn't in the plan...! That only made me harder. Her semen-filled depths pulsed and squeezed from a new angle. Her heartbeat, transmitted through her tightly embraced body after her moan, reached me fully.
"...Master's...! It's... getting hard again... inside me..." Slamming was as thrilled by that fact as being held in her master's arms. Because it meant her master was happy. Because it meant we could have sex again.
"This time, I'll move!" Reading those emotions on her face, I couldn't help but say it. I'd been on the receiving end of service so far; now I wanted to take the lead. The primal male urge to dominate a woman who craved me so desperately flooded my mind.
"...Eh? M-Master...!?" Squish!! I gripped her lithe back and thrust my cock upward fiercely from below, pinning her as she lay atop me. "O-Oh...♥ Ohot...♥ Ah...♥ A-Ah...♥" As if that wasn't enough, my beastly rod plunged relentlessly into her inner walls until dawn.
"Haaaaaaaang!!!"
I woke to sunlight filtering in.
"...Mm... Huh?" It was already morning. ...Did I fall asleep? More like passed out. From the first day's caresses and intense coupling, I couldn't even remember the details past a certain point.
...M-Master...! Turning my head, she saw her master—and finally pieced together the situation. What shameless antics she'd pulled last night. Where she'd fallen asleep. ...M-Me...! On top of Master...! She was still atop her master's body, cradled in his arms. A mere familiar daring such a thing. In truth, I'd chosen to use her as a body pillow entirely on purpose. But from Slamming's unaware perspective, it was utter rudeness.
"On Master's body...♡ Such a firm body...♡" Of course, the immense reward came with a twinge of guilt, but with her limited sexual knowledge, It all just felt like guilt. Truly regrettable, but she hurriedly slid off her master's body. Sliide...
...It's all dry? The blanket and sheets were spotless. They should've been soaked in sweat and all sorts of fluids, filthy beyond measure. No way... ...Master...? Slamming couldn't imagine any other explanation. In reality, it was the system's reset effect restoring everything overnight. But to her, it was simply her master single-handedly cleaning up the messy traces of their wild night—for a mere familiar like her, without a single complaint. The thought sent an indescribable heat surging through her. Drip... Semen was actually leaking from below.
"...Ahh...!" As the precious stuff threatened to drip onto the floor, Slamming hastily sat back on the bed. After all he'd pumped into her so diligently, she couldn't bear to waste it. Reflexively blocking it with her fingers...
"...Nngh~♡" A low moan escaped. Her pussy, awakened and still craving last night's excitement, quivered wildly at the light touch. Perk... Embarrassed, she turned her head—and spotted the white blanket tenting up. Obvious what that covered.
"...Gulp..." Shame and restraint surged first. Surely. Yet, despite knowing better, her hand moved. Like a child's irresistible curiosity. Her primal female instincts overrode decorum, relentlessly urging her to free her master's erect presence beneath the blanket.
...It looks uncomfortable... Wouldn't it be good to remove the stifling blanket for dear cock-sama's comfort? She wouldn't do more than look. Just look. With that flimsy self-justification...
Flop... Slamming lifted the blanket veiling her master's cock.
"...Wow..." An involuntary gasp of admiration. The bumpy, sticky, rigid cock she'd seen countless times already. What amazed her was its vigor. ...He must be tired... Even exhausted from lust, she'd felt it firsthand—they'd fucked so much. Master tired greatly with each ejaculation.
'It feels good' might not be a lie... But fatigue was undeniable. And yet...
...So full of energy... Even in the morning, Master's cock stood proudly erect. That sight stimulated Slamming intensely. Its majestic form seemed to whisper, 'Not enough yet—give me more.'
...N-No! That's not allowed! She shook her head vigorously, clinging to reason. Master was tired and sleeping. She'd received plenty of semen already. More would be greed. Squeezing her eyes shut with that thought...
...B-But... But with that, her eyes slyly cracked open. Her gaze naturally fixed on the cock. Maybe just a little? Maybe Master secretly wanted it, that's why it's up? Sex was originally for conditions and learning (though she'd lost herself in it). She hadn't done the promised 'extra fellatio' as reward yet. So maybe now was fine? Once rationalization started, it snowballed easily. Each excuse drawing her closer...
...Master's cock... Slamming's lips turned toward it. His morning wood, rising like he was stretching awake. As her nose neared, a musky scent hit—mixed with her and Master's fluids, it heated her lower belly. After last night's frenzy, it even seemed cuter than first sight. If she slipped it in her mouth, she could give him a sweet, dreamlike morning greeting unbeknownst to him. Just the tip, very lightly...
Smack! Slamming slapped her own cheek hard as her mouth opened.
...No...! I have to endure...! Even if reason fled, she had minimal conscience. As his first familiar, she couldn't shamelessly satisfy her desires during his sweet sleep. Though her body screamed for that hot pillar, she clenched her fists and forced her gaze away.
"...Huh... Slamming?" And that gaze met her master's.
"#@&?!#@&?!" A bizarre noise escaped in panic, but it was natural. How much sound had she made agonizing alone? Morning sunlight would've woken anyone.
...It's over. She knew exactly how she looked. A filthy familiar sneaking to ravage her master's body. Even if she'd stopped, the lustful intent remained. Vivid imagination: her master's contemptuous gaze, a torrent of abuse. Drip...
...Huh... Why...?! Just imagining it made her pussy overflow? A future she dreaded, yet her body tensed strangely.
"...Were you about to give me a blowjob?" Master's question pierced like a dagger, snapping her to harsh reality. Unable to lift her head, Slamming answered on her knees.
"...Yes, I'm sorry..." Excuses existed, but she couldn't use them. Her filthy thoughts were real. She'd accept any punishment sweetly.
"...M-Master?" But instead...
Master's cock slapped across her face. "Then go ahead and do it."
"...P-Pardon?" "Do a good job, and I'll forgive you."
The glans pressing her lips felt irreverent, yet like a loving kiss from Master—adorable. "Do that promised fellatio to your heart's content."
Snip— At those words, something snapped inside Slamming as instinct clicked.
"...Chup...♡ Churp...♡ Churup...♡" Her tongue and mouth already welcomed the delicacy joyfully.
What a great morning. Sung Ji-woo inwardly marveled at the exquisite view on his knees. Getting a cleaning blowjob for his hardworking night cock, served with such enthusiasm—who could ask for a fresher start? Savoring the morning fellatio, he reviewed his plans.
Should make it to the next city by midday. The city with his first gym. Crimson City.