#11 Aftercare (Noa, Renoa - All-Night Service♥) (4)
'Ah... doing it again... sex.'
Noa thought blankly, feeling the same leisurely cock-thrusting as always. Lately, Gaon Moon hadn't hypnotized her, so she was gradually regaining her sense of self and reason. But her thoughts were still dull, and the pleasure of sex ran deep.
Noa lifted her hips to let Gaon thrust properly. As if appreciating her response, he drove in deeper, harder, rubbing his cock against her inner walls.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
Every time her womb was poked firmly by that rigid shaft, an unbearable tingle shot through her lower belly. Sweet moans spilled endlessly from her lips. Her insides churning like this—it felt impossibly good.
'Ah, aaah... good, so good... this feels too good...'
'I'm... the goddess's sword... but... heeuk...♡'
Ughhhheuk—!
The moment she thought she belonged to the goddess, she came. The goddess's sword, climaxing from a man's cock. Yet instead of shame, the thought only made pleasure surge from the depths of her mind.
"I... I'm the goddess's... sword... heeuk... aaah, feels good, good good good...♡♡"
Before she knew it, Noa had straddled Gaon, moving her hips on her own. With every rise and fall, squelch squelch, slap slap, his cock stabbed in and pulled out. Each time it plunged deep, her back arched straight.
Her mouth muttered things like "the holy goddess..." while her hips shook like a whore's. Even with her dulled mind, she was vaguely aware of it... but she couldn't stop.
Occasionally, Gaon's hands reached up to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples, milking out streams of her milk. Riding his cock, getting milked—it all felt insanely good...!
Splurt, spluuurt...!
"Huuuat, huuaaaaah♡♡♡"
After Noa's prolonged service, Gaon finally came inside her. She didn't know other men, but his ejaculation matched his cock—overwhelming. She felt it so vividly, the sheer volume unmistakable.
Already lost in ecstasy, but Noa knew it wasn't over. Gaon eyed her hungrily, unsatisfied, gripping and kneading her plump ass as if urging her on.
-I can't move yet...
The aftershocks hadn't faded, but she forced her body to obey. To serve as he desired. To satisfy the bitch-heat blooming deep in her belly...
'Huh... what am I...'
'doing... why am I...?'
The fleeting doubt melted away under the pleasure of his cock.
* * *
Noa suggested publicly executing the cultists. Not her desire, she said—just how things were done in the Holy Light Kingdom sometimes. A gruesome idea, but Renoa the city lord had proposed something similar.
From a game perspective, it wasn't bad at all. They were worse than beasts, kidnapping and killing people. Who cared what happened to them?
"......."
But ordering it felt hesitant. Modern ethics held him back from such commands.
...Was there no way to rehabilitate them? He'd encounter more cultists ahead. Did that mean executing them all?
'Am I too soft?'
This was just a game world. Realistic, Mea insisted, but not his world, not one with people he knew.
'They kept trying to kill themselves anyway. They're prepared to die.'
'Am I the only one overthinking this?'
The room reeked of cum and pussy juices, thick and unventilated. Renoa the city lord lay passed out on the bed. Invited midway through last night, she'd lasted less than an hour, as usual.
Noa the holy knight had endured somehow, now covered in cum, sucking his cock.
Was she used to sex now, or had leveling to 3 helped?
Slurp, schluuuurp—
"Tasty, Noa?"
"Mmm... yeth... tho good... tho tathty...♡ But why... am I... doing thith...?"
"Don't think useless thoughts. Here, my cock tastes even better now, right? Suck harder."
"...! Mmm... schluuup♡...! Thlurrrrp♡♡"
Concentrating yin energy into his incubus cock, Noa sucked wildly, as if it tasted even better. Controlling yin like this let him enchant bitches without hypnosis. Incubus powers were endless.
But he needed to think about the city. The cultists. Future plans.
Yet Noa Knight's mouth-pussy felt too good to focus. She'd become a total incubus slut. Holy knight or not, her mouth and pussy were prime.
The thought made him want to fuck her again.
"Aaah, yeth...♡ Anytime...♡"
Telling her he wanted her lower hole, Noa stopped sucking and presented her ass. Lifting it high for easy access.
He tapped her ass with his saliva-slick cock, then plunged into her dripping slit. Fucked all night, yet her pussy gripped tight, hot and delicious. The erotic tattoo's effect?
As he thrust steadily, Noa moaned deliriously, delighted. On tiptoes to raise her hips higher, her womb battered by his cockhead, she howled like a beast.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
After savoring her pussy longer, he came deep inside again. The holy knight's defeated onahole pussy, seeded with his thick royal cum...
. . .
Evening came, and Gaon visited the prison again. The atmosphere was unchanged—packed with cultists howling curses, begging release.
He reached the innermost solitary cell. The old mage greeted him unchanged.
"Back again? Don't you tire of trying to sway me?"
"I won't listen to a filthy goddess's dog! Release us now, accept our god, convert—then maybe!"
Trapped old mutt barking big. No time for long talks, Gaon gestured behind him.
Mea shoved a cultist woman forward.
The old mage recognized her instantly.
"Dalria! You're safe! Oh, I worried... thank goodness!"
"...?"
His joy faded, replaced by a glare at Gaon.
"Dragging my granddaughter here... How'd you find out? Useless. Holding a girl hostage won't shake my faith!"
"Dalria! My granddaughter! We'll die for our god! No torture breaks us!"
Family, huh. And he'd never yield to hostage threats.
Gaon had no intention of such cruelty. 21st-century ethics forbade it. He aimed to be a kind, gentle king. No scary stuff.
"...Dalria...?"
The old mage sounded puzzled. His fervent calls got no response. Especially with her creepy smile.
"Grandfather."
Dalria finally spoke.
"Dalria... has decided to serve Gaon-sama♡"
The old man's eyes widened. His gripping hands trembled.
"W-what nonsense?!"
"Just what I said, Grandfather. I like Gaon-sama. I want to serve him. He's greater than any god. I love Gaon-sama. I'll serve him."
"Dalria!!!"
The old man bellowed, but Dalria clasped her hands, praising King Gaon like a lovestruck girl.
She was his beloved granddaughter. He'd sacrificed his other children for lacking faith. But Dalria alone had perfect devotion—worthy successor, even inspiring him sometimes.
Scolding her, the old man sensed something off. Her fanatic eyes were normal, but... a massive stitched wound on her head?
Injured in battle? No—this was—
"What... have you done to my granddaughter?"
The old mage glared at King Gaon and his skeletal advisor, voice shaking.
Gaon answered his question with the same kind, gentle smile he'd worn since entering.