Not of My Own Will (2)
Squelch, squelch—the only sound echoing in the room was the wet fiddling of my pussy.
"Hngh... hngh..." I desperately stifled my voice, feeling Rachel's touch. Her long, soft fingers grazed my crotch. They slowly traced the parted slit, flicked my clit, and then circled teasingly around it.
"Hik... hnght..." I twisted my body, accepting her fingers.
"There, relax your body... that's it. It's okay to feel good like this."
"W-wait a sec... haa... this, what is..."
"It's fine, it's fine... nothing strange about it at all."
Her gentle words made the tension melt from my body bit by bit. A tingling, electric sensation I'd never felt before in my life. I bit my lip hard at the feeling of my pussy being toyed with. I gripped Rachel's arm with both hands, panting heavily like a bitch in heat.
It's weird... A chill ran down my spine, goosebumps prickling my skin. Forbidden sensations flooded my mind. I swallowed dryly, my lower body trembling uncontrollably. I'd never touched my pussy even once. I hadn't wanted to, hadn't even thought about it. Even the crude sex talk among knights when drunk—none of it applied to me. The married priestess had been shocked when I said I'd never masturbated. Her face was still vivid in my memory. You've never felt that good thing even once? I'd scoffed at the time. Why bother with masturbation? It was just a waste of time. Better to pray one more time instead.
But now, with Rachel touching my pussy... I finally understood what she meant about the joys of self-pleasure.
"Eek... hek..." A moan leaked from my lips unbidden. Cold sweat beaded on my skin, my lower belly quivering. A hot, tingling warmth spread softly from my pussy and stomach.
I'm going crazy... Maybe because my body was already so aroused. Every touch felt like it would melt my brain.
"Heh... knght..."
"Oh my... does it feel that good?" Rachel said cutely, watching me moan.
Squelch, squelch—she stirred my pussy vigorously, then whispered sweetly in my ear.
"And I haven't even put anything inside your pussy yet."
"H-heh...?" I let out a dazed sound.
She was right. She'd only been playing with my mound and clit.
Huh... Wait. That meant there was something way better still to come?
The thought brought more fear than anticipation. I was already losing my mind. If my brain was melting from pleasure now—what if she put her fingers inside? I instinctively knew what Rachel intended. I shook my head frantically.
"N-nooo..."
"What's no?"
"P-putting... fingers... in my p-pussy..."
"Huh? I never said I was putting them in right now."
Rachel's lips curved up. She licked her lips, nipped my earlobe lightly.
"...Or do you want me to?"
"N-nooo..."
"Why not? It'll feel amazing."
"Even now... it's plenty good... hnght..."
"This is nothing compared to what's coming."
Squelch, squelch—her fingers grew even stickier. I threw my head back, gasping raggedly. All strength drained from my body; I couldn't resist anymore.
Squelch, squelch—
"Ah... hngheut..."
At the same time, Rachel slipped her tongue into my ear, swirling it around. The wet sounds filled my head, making it spin.
"N-not thereee..."
"Putting fingers in and masturbating feels incredible, you know...?"
"Just... rubbing... like this... is enough for relief..."
"Press shallow spots like this, squeeze, squeeze—then thrust deep and stir inside..."
Squelch, squelch—her movements sped up.
"Heh... hek..."
"Your head fills with pure bliss... nothing else matters..."
"Nooo... hnght..."
"Come on, you need this much to cool your overheated body..."
With that, Rachel pulled her hand from my panties and grabbed my wrist.
"Eh...?"
I didn't understand what she was doing. I just dazedly watched as she tugged off my pajama pants.
Rachel brushed back her hair, wrapped her arms around my waist, and hugged me tight so I couldn't escape.
"This way, you'll feel better and learn how to masturbate."
"M-masturbate...?"
"Yes. Your body will heat up again, and you'll need to relieve it sometimes, right?"
"That's..."
"Come on... it's fine. Nothing to fear. I'll teach you, so remember well."
No... I knew I had to resist. This was wrong. I had to refuse. Defying doctrine like this would weaken my holy power.
But my pleasure-addled, hazy brain couldn't process it. Even as I watched my own hand touch my pussy, I just drooled fluids and moaned. I had no strength or will to fight.
"Then, first... shall we try putting in a finger?"
I bit my lip hard, shaking my head. This kind of masturbation—no—but.
Flick, flick—
"Hiih...?!"
She silently flicked my nipple. Shut up with that nonsense.Accept my touch and learn to masturbate properly. That's what her actions said to my body. She rolled my areola, then yanked the stiff nipple.
"Haa, haa... heungk..."
A vulgar moan escaped my throat.
"Making such slutty sounds... and you're embarrassed about masturbating?"
Rachel chuckled as if it was ridiculous. No. This wasn't my will. It was just surprise. Even as I rationalized, the throbbing in my belly wouldn't subside. Rachel reached out with one hand, pressing down on my lower stomach—squeeze, squeeze.
I stretched my legs straight, body rigid. My whole body shuddered; fireworks exploded in my head.
"Ah, hek—"
My vision went white. Indescribable bliss spread from my belly. Drool trickled from my mouth, love juices dripped heavily. I instinctively knew this was a climax.
"Oh my... how cute. Did you just cum from that?"
Rachel's smile followed. I'd climaxed once, but she showed no sign of stopping. She placed my captured hand over my pussy.
"Now, time to study masturbation properly?"
She whispered with a laugh. I tried to resist, but every hesitation earned me ear-nibbling teases. That sweet bliss from before was too tempting. I squeezed my eyes shut and lowered my finger.
My pussy, thoroughly played with by Rachel, was soaked.
All this... from me...? My own juices, the slutty fluid that soaks a woman's crotch when aroused. Reminding myself made me feel like a lewd woman, so I ignored it. I slipped a finger into the hole.
Schlick—
"Hoo... hnght..."
The entrance was tighter than expected. Pushing through sticky fluids and a squeezing grip, my finger entered the hot depths.
"Haa, haa..."
"Good girl... now stop there and move your finger a little."
Schlick, schlick—following her words, I moved it. Sticky juices coated my finger, making lewd sounds. A ticklish, strange sensation rose. I didn't hate it. My body felt languid, melting.
"Keep moving... and push deeper inside."
I hesitated. The entrance was okay, but deeper felt scary.
"Come on, hurry."
Her firm urging made me thrust it in—shluck.
"Haa... hwaa..."
This feels so weird... Like shoving my finger where it didn't belong. My pussy, accepting a foreign object for the first time, clenched greedily. I froze, trembling.
"Now, move your finger up and down... and feel good."
Rachel taught me sweetly.
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore... I truly had no idea. This was so wrong. But her sweet words made me lose control. I swallowed and wiggled my finger up and down.
"Hi, grut...?"
A sharp jolt hit me; I voiced it. What was that? What just happened? Calming my confusion, I pressed harder. That squeeze in my belly—it felt amazing.
"Hoo, heh..."
My face flushed red; I tried again.
"Hiik...?"
Another intense wave. I threw my head back, wiggling a few more times.
"Eh, eht... euk—"
Even I thought it sounded stupid. So dazed, the sounds just spilled out. I clenched my fist, trying to escape the sensation—but.
Schlick, schlick—
"Heh... heungk..."
Stirring my own pussy to flee pleasure? Utterly foolish. My hips went slack; my body convulsed.
"That's it. That's masturbation. Do it whenever your body heats up."
I couldn't even reply. Gasping moans escaped as I thrust again—schluuuck—
"Alright, that's enough."
"Eh...?"
As I tried once more, Rachel yanked my hand away. My finger emerged slick with juices. My first self-masturbation ended anticlimactically.
"That should have cooled you down enough?"
Rachel said softly, her voice slightly flushed. From my earlier climax? The heat had subsided somewhat, but a lingering dissatisfaction swirled in my mind.
Whether she knew or not, Rachel patted my head. Good job. Feeling her touch, I closed my eyes. Sleep crashed over me suddenly. Post-climax exhaustion weighed down my eyelids.
"Good night, then..."
With those words, my consciousness faded.
I've gone mad. I've lost my mind. I pounded my pillow, replaying yesterday.
It was morning now. A nagging ache in my lower belly woke me. The usual cause: an erotic dream. After fooling around with Rachel before bed, I dreamed of her fingering my pussy even in sleep.
"Haa..."
I sighed deeply, pulling down my pants.
Schliiick—my panties were soaked as always. Disgusted by the sight, I went to pull them back up—but.
"...Hmm."
Suddenly, yesterday's scene flashed: moaning in Rachel's embrace. And the masturbation technique etched in my brain.
I swallowed, staring at my erect clit. My heart pounded; lewd impulses swirled.
If my body stayed this hot, it'd interfere with daily life. I had class soon. Hugging the kids would just arouse me more.
...So, just a little touch? If Rachel's lesson could relieve this, it'd be a huge win.
After all that rationalizing, I swallowed again, gazing at my dripping pussy. I reached out and flicked the glossy clit.
Knock knock—
"Sis? You there?"
No answer. Ruen sighed softly. She stood before Carrot's door. It was past 9 AM, class time, but no sign of her. So she'd come to fetch her herself.
"Sis? Siiiis?"
What...? Ruen frowned. She heard movement inside, but no reply. Was something wrong? Thinking that, she swiftly opened the door.
"Hngh, hek... hnghek..."
There lay Carrot, naked, in an unexpected pose. Moaning vulgarly and coarsely.