11. Wonderland (10)
11. Wonderland (10)
Her tongue and the inside of her cheek wrapped softly around him.
The inside of her mouth was hot and wet.
A dizzying rush swept through him, as if every drop of blood in his body was plummeting downward.
Shlp. Shlrp. Shlp.
The slick, wet sounds kept their rhythm.
He looked down.
She was sucking him so hard her cheeks had hollowed. Every time she bobbed her head, her heavy breasts slapped against his thighs.
This was the woman who always watched over the troupe from the background with those gentle eyes. And now that thoughtful, considerate woman was on her knees before him, her mouth sealed around the filthiest part of him.
The act itself was unbearably arousing. Even the wrecked shape her face made as she sucked was beautiful.
And every time their eyes met — hers hazy and unfocused, looking up at him — his cock stiffened further.
She teased the slit at his tip with the point of her tongue. She took his balls into her mouth, rolled them with her tongue, even grazed them lightly with her teeth. She pinched the skin beneath his glans with her nails, then formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and worked the base up and down.
"Hahh, hahh, hahh, nghh!"
Seeing him pant with pleasure, she smiled inwardly.
This was a man who never broke, no matter the circumstance.
And he was losing his mind under her touch.
That stoked her sadism. A dark desire lifted its head from a corner of her heart.
How can I torment him further?
How can I make him submit completely?
She wanted to see him with his face a mess of tears from shame.
She wanted to see him so steeped in pleasure that he flinched at her lightest touch.
She wanted to see him forced into humiliating postures, glaring at her with resentful eyes.
Eros and Thanatos.
The confusion of love and the urge to destroy.
Madness flared in her eyes.
She loved him.
She wanted to break him.
To her, those two were the same thing.
That was when he cried out.
"Ah... Y-Yura, I-I can't hold it any... nghh!"
The thing she held in her mouth convulsed.
The head, which had dipped for a moment, reared up sharply and spat out a sticky liquid.
A clear, yellowish mucus flooded her mouth.
The briny, bitter scent filled her nasal passages and oral cavity.
It was an enormous load of semen.
But she couldn't pull her head back. Because Wonderstein was holding it firmly in place.
"Urp—"
The acrid mucus gushed down her throat in thick swallows.
She writhed, trying to pull away, but he only dragged her deeper into his embrace.
She could finally lift her head from between his legs once his eyes glazed over and his grip went slack.
"Pwah!"
She yanked her mouth off him.
But even then, it didn't stop.
Splat. Splat.
His cock twitched up and down, continuing to fire off liquid.
It clung to her upper body like spider-silk, lashing her face, her glasses, her hair — splattering everything with semen.
After spurting for what felt like an eternity, his cock finally wilted, and he collapsed onto the bed.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, gasping.
"Haa, haa... Th-thank you, Yurakne... Haa, this... this is a new feeling for me..."
At his words, she shook her head, wiping the semen from her lips.
"Not at all."
She was the one who was grateful that he'd come.
It had brought her back to her senses.
She realized what kind of impulse had been driving her moments ago.
She had been trying to destroy him.
She'd wanted to strangle him, or hit him, or stab him. Anything, as long as she could see him crying in agony and bleeding.
The curse that was laid on her.
She'd forgotten about it.
She'd thought it was gone, but it wasn't.
The evil spirit still lived inside her heart.
Just like that time, it had surfaced the moment she was drowning in sexual arousal and seized command of her mind.
She hung her head.
Her body was still on fire. Her lower abdomen throbbed with a dull ache.
She wanted to keep going with him. Wanted to mix their bodies together harder.
But she didn't know what she'd do if they continued.
She couldn't repeat what had happened three years ago.
"Troupe Leader, I... I..."
But the words wouldn't come.
Because when she lifted her head, there was something right in front of her.
Radiating scorching heat.
His cock was hard again, standing rigidly upright.
Impossible.
He always needed at least an hour to recover after ejaculating...
Wonderstein spoke to her as she stared blankly at it.
"I can't... be the only one who feels good."
He brushed the semen-soaked hair from her face.
"J-just a moment, Troupe Leader... I am..."
"Trust me."
His voice was far more confident than before.
He'd used Devolut to restore his stamina.
On top of that, he'd registered a new skill in his Skillbook.
The Evolution Lab had told him it was the most expensive kind of skill.
He'd invested in it without hesitation anyway.
It would be difficult to use again once tonight was over, but he considered it worth the price.
"I want to make you happy too, Yurakne."
Every rational part of her had insisted she refuse. But faced with his tender whisper, the strength drained from her body.
He was putting himself out there this much — how could she possibly turn him away?
Yes. It'll be fine.
She soothed herself.
He was strong enough to brawl with that terrifying abyss demon in hand-to-hand combat. No matter how vicious her impulses became, someone like her could never even scratch his body.
Above all, her curse only manifested when she was fully sated with sexual pleasure.
Regrettably, he didn't seem to have the ability to excite her to that degree.
He'd probably end up flailing around trying a bunch of things on his own, just like her husband on their wedding night, and then it would be over.
"All right. Come here."
And so the two of them stripped each other and began to roll around on the bed.
But in less than thirty minutes, she understood that she'd been wrong.
"Aang! Aang! Aang! S-st-sto-op, T-troupe Leader, that's... haa, hng-gahh!"
She clutched the bedsheet. She was face-down, barely propping herself up with her arms.
There was no strength left in her legs. The muscles in her thighs were trembling, nearly convulsing.
She'd already climaxed, but Wonderstein didn't stop moving his hips.
If anything, he thrust harder.
"Haaahhhng!"
She couldn't hold herself up any longer and buried her face into the bed. The saliva pooled in her mouth dribbled out.
Nothing came to mind.
As if her brain had been scorched out.
He hugged her tightly from behind.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together, catching their breath.
But not even a full minute passed before he moved again.
He scooped her up and turned her around to face him.
She looked at his body.
A broad chest, faintly visible abdominal muscles, and the solid muscle lining his shoulders and arms.
A perfect physique, the kind you only saw in artists' works.
But she only had a brief moment to admire it.
"Haaah."
He licked her lips, the hollow beneath her ear, every inch of her collarbone. He knew her sensitive spots with an almost clairvoyant precision. Everywhere his mouth landed was a place she was particularly vulnerable.
He didn't still his hands while his tongue worked.
Both hands kneaded her breasts, his fingers gently stroking her nipples, which were already red and swollen from all the earlier attention.
"Haaah... again, right there... th-that's playing dirty."
"It's you who's lewd, Yura, reacting even after I've touched you that much."
"Nngh..."
The brief respite ended, and the two of them thrashed wildly on the bed again.
This time, she tried to reclaim her pace. She attempted to steer him away from her sensitive spots and toward a slower, more leisurely rhythm.
But that effort fell apart instantly.
He found the places she loved with an almost supernatural instinct. And then he relentlessly attacked them until she came undone entirely.
"St-stop...! Pl-please... hng! The o-others, they'll all hear!"
Wasn't it a little too late to worry about that now? The thought crossed her mind, but she blurted it out anyway.
Anything to slow his momentum, even for a second.
But he simply smiled, completely unflustered.
"Don't worry. I've taken care of it."
As he said it, he snapped his hips forward once more.
Thanks to their prolonged lovemaking, her hole was thoroughly relaxed. Her pussy swallowed his cock down to the root.
"Hup!"
Her hips bucked off the bed.
He knew no one could hear these sounds.
It was thanks to the Sound Room Function. Right now, the sounds the two of them made could only be heard by the two of them.
He helped draw a few more screams out of her.
Not long after, she came one more time and collapsed onto him as if her strings had been cut.
"Haauung..."
She'd climaxed several times in just one hour.
This had never happened before.
Even her husband had been limited to twice a night.
Soon, she felt his hand, which had been stroking her hair, slide slowly down her waist.
Before they started again, there was something she wanted to ask of him.
The urge that had resurfaced as her pleasure peaked.
Eros and Thanatos.
The confusion of love and the urge to destroy.
If she had to express it in words fit for the bedroom, it could be said like this.
An SM orientation.
Her demonization penalty didn't only apply to "loving."
It triggered on "being loved" as well.
Meaning, the desire now dominating her was the exact opposite of earlier.
She wanted to be tormented. She wanted the things she cherished to be ruined.
But it wasn't easy to voice that, so she hesitated.
Wonderstein saw her Member Quest pop up in front of him and his expression turned slightly awkward.
Notifications that her Affection level had increased kept coming, so he'd been about to turn them off — and then the quest appeared.
He'd resolved to do anything to satisfy her, but reading the quest's content made him waver.
He pulled himself together quickly, though. He recalled how she'd served him so accommodatingly. It was embarrassing, but if this was her taste, he'd play along.
He stroked a finger around her anus and whispered.
"How about it? Comparing me and your former husband?"
Wonderstein watched her vulva flinch.
Combining the Skillbook that handled techniques with the Diagnosis Function that read a target's physical state let him understand and toy with every part of her.
"Wh-why bring that up all of a sudden...?"
"It's offensive if you're lying here with me but thinking it was better with him. Just answer. Who is it? Me, or your husband?"
There was a cold edge to his tone, and she flinched at it.
He was annoyed.
She'd only ever seen him smile. She'd never seen him angry before.
Her husband's face flickered through her mind.
The face of the kind husband who had protected and saved her.
Just then, Wonderstein slid a finger deep into her anus.
It was slick enough that the finger went in smoothly.
"Huaaa...!"
"Say it. Who is it?"
"He is... a-ahng!"
He poked the inside of her ass and shook his head.
"Not 'he.' That man is just your 'former husband.' So who's your husband right now?"
"Ngh, m-my h-husband right now is... you, Troupe Leader... hng! Troupe Leader is, he, no, you... you satisfy me so much more than that, than that man ever did!"
The euphoria of watching something precious crumble.
Her juices trickled down between her thighs.
Wonderstein shook his head inwardly.
This is pretty hard.
Like that, the two of them rolled around on the bed for several more hours.
Occasionally, she was subjected to his sneering comments, endured insults, or was compelled into submission.
She was satisfied.
His ability to read her body was truly incredible.
But there was just one regret.
He'd toyed with every erogenous zone on her body, but there was one area he'd barely touched.
Not that it could be helped.
Even he couldn't touch six places at once.
Then, a hand slipped into her armpit.
Not just one.
Not even two.
She shook off the teasing hands trying to tickle her and looked behind her.
There was Wonderstein, the one who had said he was stepping out to the bathroom, now returned.
A gasp of admiration escaped her at the sight of him.
"Ah."
A man's silhouette, backlit by moonlight, settled over her warmly.
Six shadow-arms stretched toward her.
"Your former husband could never do something like this, could he?"
He smiled as he approached her.
Six hands took hold of six hands.
The six pairs of arms explored and stroked each other as if they couldn't quite believe it.
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Y-yes, ng-yes... ngh! He couldn't. He was a useless husband. You... you're the best, Troupe Leader."
The two of them held each other tightly and exchanged a fiery kiss.
That night, the two spider-humans shared everything about each other's bodies.