Dullahan Onahole, Jeanne (2)
Jeanne jolted in shock at the sudden sensation flooding her mouth. It was the first time since becoming undead that she'd felt the vivid taste and texture on her tongue. Something rough and coarse on the surface, yet oddly warm and salty, was stirring wildly inside her mouth. The moment she realized it was that monster-fucking bastard's finger, Jeanne clenched her jaw with all her might, trying to bite down. She couldn't control her body anymore, but her head—her head she could still move, even as an undead.
She planned to make the fool pay dearly for not knowing that.
"What, giving me a little tease?"
—Why can't I...?
No matter how hard Jeanne tried to clamp her jaws shut, the Onahole Absolute Dominion prevented her from inflicting any harm on her owner, Han Yeoul. Her teeth, now hardened to the toughness of slightly firm silicone from becoming an onahole, could only nibble like a playful flirtation.
"Being undead makes your mouth nice and cold, huh."
As he explored Jeanne's chilly mouth, his finger's warmth gradually heated it up, and slick lubricant began to secrete. She'd been turned into a dry-bodied dullahan undead, but as an onahole now, producing lube for smooth use was only natural.
—?! What the hell did you do to my body!!
Jeanne was bewildered. These were the sensations she'd desperately craved, yet now they terrified her. It wasn't just the restraints—something had been tampered with inside her. Otherwise, the repulsive reaction from her necromantic mana should have triggered the instant his flesh touched hers.
There was one more shock rattling her mind.
'Why the fuck does this monster-fucker's finger rummaging in my mouth feel good?!'
Despite his finger rampaging freely in her mouth, there was no disgust—only pleasure. And when she realized the nonexistent fluids gushing in her mouth were from her own sexual arousal, Jeanne genuinely wanted to die. But regardless of her will, her Jeanne fellatio hole slurped greedily at Yeoul's finger, her tongue entwining with it.
"Looks like plenty of lube now. Hmm, before the real fun, maybe a taste test?"
Having learned from Brina just how pleasurable kissing could be, I decided to kiss Jeanne's mouth before shoving my cock in.
—Mmph?!
Jeanne's lips were cold yet soft, like vanilla ice cream. Her lubricant even carried a faint vanilla scent. Sucking her tongue into my mouth felt like devouring a melt-proof vanilla soft-serve cone. Different from Brina's sports-drink tang or Slami's fizzy carbonation, I savored every nook and cranny of Jeanne's mouth without mercy.
'Is this what kissing a real person feels like?'
Made from a once-human dullahan, her mouth's structure had to mimic a human's perfectly, heightening my excitement.
—Mmmph! Hnngh?!
Jeanne sent fierce rejection through her thoughts the moment our lips met, but as time passed, her resistance waned. An onahole feels the greatest bliss when used as one. No matter their mindset, an onahole's flesh rejoices honestly at serving its master's desires. Jeanne was no exception.
'Why does this feel so good...! Why! Why?!'
Her rational mind screamed shame and revulsion, but each time she felt his touch—his lips, his tongue—craving her, an unprecedented fulfillment and joy surged through her like never before in life. Before she knew it, her resistance blurred under the pleasure.
Jeanne, who prided herself on enduring any torture as a knight, never imagined his acts would feel this good.
"Vanilla flavor, huh. Do all onaholes taste different?"
After thoroughly tasting Jeanne's vanilla mouth, Yeoul pulled back, and her tongue—entwined until the last second—followed out past her lips.
—Ahh... more...
"Better than you expected, right?"
—...Kuh?! What did you...!!
Direct contact let me sense an onahole's emotions without voiced thoughts. Jeanne had just regretfully stuck out her tongue when the kiss ended. Snapping back, she burned with shame at getting lost in a kiss with that bastard.
"We're just getting started, and you're already like this? I haven't even used my cock yet."
As Yeoul reached to pull out his dick, Jeanne snorted derisively through her thoughts.
—Think I'd fear some dick? A guy who can't fuck women and jerks off to tiny goblins must have a pathetic little thing...
"What's wrong? Can't call it pathetic now that you've seen it, huh?"
Already huge, but after acquiring Vitality Enhancement, its girth, length, and rigidity had evolved dramatically. The twitching monster pressed against Jeanne's lips. Sightless as an onahole—especially sightless—the presence against her lips felt crystal clear. Unlike her cold skin, its throbbing heat felt like a massive pillar right before her eyes.
'H-Hot. And huge... This is a human cock...?'
Overwhelmed by its presence, rivaling the cocks of massive male monsters she'd slain, Jeanne reeled. It wasn't that big objectively, but to her shrunken onahole size, Yeoul's dick loomed like a monster's.
—N-Not small, fine. But you don't think a big dick automatically makes women love it, do you? Something like that's just gross.
Feigning nonchalance to taunt Yeoul, but he remained unfazed.
"Says the one drooling all over it."
—What?!
Slurp—
Jeanne gulped hastily, but from the moment the cock touched her lips, her mouth overflowed with lube, leaving no room.
"You seem eager, so let's get to it."
—Who said I was eager! Stop! You can't shove that filthy thing in my mouth...!
Mmph?!
"Oh? Trying to block with your teeth?"
As I pushed my cock into her mouth, she clenched to bar entry.
"Forgot? You're not a dullahan anymore."
Silicone teeth couldn't stop me. Gripping the fellatio hole firmly, I thrust down—her jaws parted naturally, and my cock slammed to the hilt.
—Mmmph?! Gack...?! Guh?! Gurk?!
The ultra-long, thick cock filling her fellatio hole stretched from mouth to esophagus, crushing Jeanne with pressure.
'It hurts! He's not just using me—he's trying to kill me?!'
Her jaw gaped like dislocated, tongue pinned immobile under the shaft. Throat and esophagus stretched to tearing—pure agony.
"Stage 1 onahole's too small after all. Gotta grow you quick to use properly."
Ignoring her suffering, Yeoul shook the shallow-depth hole, his cock not fully sheathed.
—Guhok?! Gack! Grk! Guh!!
Jeanne's mouth-pussy clung tight due to the small size—exquisite grip. Harder material than Brina's gave vivid internal textures while hugging snugly. A true fellatio hole, rivaling Brina's stage-3 mouth-pussy mastery. The silicone teeth teasing the base felt great, and the throat-pussy's texture mimicked breaching a cervix perfectly.
—Grk—! Gack!! Guh—! Gulp! Grrrk...!
Lube frothed white between her mouth-pussy and my cock, bubbling out.
"You like it too, huh? Leaking like crazy."
'No way... This agony, what nonsense...!'
But she felt her own drool pouring out.
'Why?!'
The instant she acknowledged it, all prior "pain" flipped to crashing pleasure.
—Gooooh?!
The sudden squeeze of her mouth-pussy made Yeoul reveal another truth.
"Tasty, right? Brina and Slami said the same. No idea what flavor it is, though."
'A filthy cock tastes good...?'
Hearing that, the dick she'd deemed repulsive suddenly tasted divine—like banquet delicacies from her triumphant days.
'It's all his tricks! Every sensation's manipulated to break me!'
Touch and taste bent to his will, but Jeanne could endure. After years trapped in a dullahan's unresponsive flesh, this was just added senses. Hold out, and they'd dull. Victory if she lasted.
"Feels tasty, huh? But there's something even tastier."
'What...?'
As Jeanne steeled herself, Yeoul pistoned her mouth-pussy wildly. She felt the cock filling her swelling massively.
'No way...!'
"Bet you'll love this too...! Ngh! Here it comes!!"