Trained for Her Dreams
Slurp, slurp...
The actors' passionate performances and the echoing melodies filled the grand opera hall. Holding up my opera glasses, I observed the expressions of the audience around us.
Suck, suck, suck...
A woman covering her mouth in awe, a man watching with a warm, satisfied smile. Even the nobles in the other private boxes were nodding in approval as they watched the stage. Observing this diverse tapestry of humanity, I gently stroked Sierra's head as she buried her face in my crotch.
“Slurp... mgh... hah...!”
Sierra licked and sucked my cock as if it were melting ice cream, her eyes filled with a frantic urgency. Despite the absurdity of her situation, there was no anger in her eyes—only a desperate craving to make me cum. I thoroughly enjoyed her lovely, submissive service.
“Slurp, slurp, gulp... mgh.”
Sucking up the stray saliva clinging to my shaft, Sierra held a tight vacuum, her mouth constricting around my cock as it repeatedly thrust deep enough to tickle her throat. Her mouth-pussy squeezed and tugged with such powerful suction that the urge to ejaculate quickly washed over me. Ultimately, I let loose, blasting a heavy load straight down her throat.
Gulp, gulp...
“Hngh, mmm, nnh... phew...”
Sierra's throat convulsed as she swallowed every single drop of the thick, hot semen I pumped into her. I stroked her cheek as she opened her mouth to show me it was completely empty, a single stray pubic hair clinging to the corner of her lips. I handed her back the opera glasses.
“Honestly...! I almost missed the best part...!”
With a messy face and a pubic hair still stuck to her cheek, Sierra turned her attention back to the stage, a smile gracing her lips as she enjoyed the opera. Having absolutely no interest in the performance myself, I slipped my hand under her dress and slowly caressed her bare, plump ass.
“Hnghh...”
Listening to her soft groan—unsure whether it was from the excitement of the show or her arousal as a woman—I tugged at the thin black strap of her panties clinging tightly to her buttocks.
Snap, snap...
With a soft snapping sound, the elastic left faint red lines on her skin. I gently massaged her cheeks as I slid the panties down. Even while keeping her eyes glued to the stage, Sierra subtly lifted her hips to make it easier for me to strip them off. Finally, with a soft sigh, she climbed onto my lap.
Squish...
The soft, plump sensation of Sierra's buttocks pressed firmly against my thighs through my trousers. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, holding her close to my chest, and continued to whisper in her ear as she tried to focus on the stage.
“Who are you looking at?”
“The one standing in the center.”
Glancing over, I saw a man in a black coat standing dead center on the stage, striking a pose as he sang. The female audience members, including Sierra, were all watching him with pleased, starry-eyed smiles.
“Do you like him that much?”
Squeeze, squeeze...
As I kneaded her soft belly, she pinched the back of my hand but answered with a smile.
“He's handsome, sings beautifully, and he's the most popular actor here. I actually came today specifically because he was performing.”
“Hmm...”
I gave a half-hearted grunt, rubbing my hard cock against her tightly closed slit. Sensing the dissatisfaction in my voice, Sierra lowered her opera glasses, turned her head to look into my eyes, and teased me with a mischievous grin.
“What's this? Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Me?”
When I turned my head away, Sierra let out a soft giggle and began peppering my neck with wet kisses. Leaving bright red lipstick marks on my skin, she spun her body around to face me fully and let out a dramatic sigh.
“I thought I'd actually get to watch the show... but since my baby is throwing such a tantrum, I suppose I have no choice.”
Cling...
Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, she draped her arms over my shoulders and clung to me. Exuding a sweet, fragrant scent of peaches, she continued to leave love bites all over my neck before whispering softly in my ear.
“Want to do it?”
Without a word, I handed her the paper box I had been holding. Recognizing what it was, Sierra let out a soft chuckle, tore open the packaging, and looked up at me.
“You used this last time too. Did you like it that much?”
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Fine, fine. Honestly, you're such a baby.”
Rip...
Tearing the wrapper open, Sierra expertly caught the rubber with her lips. Holding the condom between her parted, O-shaped red lips, she unzipped my trousers. She teased my throbbing shaft with her fingernails for a moment before slowly sliding off my thighs, kneeling on the floor, and lowering her head.
Slurp...
Positioning the condom over the tip of my glans, she puckered her lips and slowly took my cock deep into her throat. Rolling the condom down with her tongue, she swallowed me all the way to the base before slowly pulling back, her mouth still wide open. Glancing up at my rubber-clad shaft, she climbed back onto my lap and slowly rubbed her wet slit against me.
Squelch, squelch...
“Hnghh...”
Releasing her hold on my neck, she cupped my cheeks, stared deep into my eyes, and slowly lowered her hips. I simply watched her move, kneading her dough-like buttocks.
Slide...
The condom dulled the sensation slightly, but even so, the tight grip of Sierra's pussy was absolutely incredible. As our groins pressed together, slick with her overflowing juices, a highly obscene squelching sound echoed in the private terrace. Sierra bit her lip to suppress her moans, slowly grinding her hips up and down.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Filled to the brim by my thick shaft, Sierra panted, her red tongue lolling out as her movements grew faster and more frantic. The splashing sound of her juices grew louder, and her walls clamped down so hard that I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
“Hngh, ah, ahh... ♥”
Her eyes rolled back slightly as she hit a quick, shallow climax. Clamping tightly around my cock, she whispered in a thoroughly depraved voice.
“There's something I want to try...”
As she trailed off hesitantly, I gave her a loud, wet kiss on the cheek. Taking my silent approval, Sierra smiled brightly, slowly slid off my cock, and stood up from my lap.
Click, clack...
The sharp click of her high heels echoed on the terrace floor. With her dress pulled up to expose only her bare buttocks, Sierra slowly walked toward the edge of the terrace. We had originally stayed back in the shadows to avoid being seen, but now she was stepping right out into the open, just like the other spectators.
“Ah... ♥”
Lifting her dress high to completely expose her lower body, Sierra shivered from the sheer thrill of liberation. Admiring her wanton smile, I slowly dragged my chair closer to her.
“Hehe... my head is spinning... I know we shouldn't... but I want it so bad I'm going crazy...”
Her voice trembled with anticipation. Gripping the terrace railing, she slowly pushed her round ass back toward me. In this historic opera hall, where everyone on stage was pouring out their artistic passion, a depraved woman stood with her pussy fully exposed, enticingly shaking her hips.
“You really are a pervert.”
“Look who's talking... after you made me like this...”
Squelch...
Mocking her as I stood behind her protruding hips, I aligned the tip of my cock with her dripping slit. As her pussy eagerly clamped around the head, I slowly thrust my hips forward and smiled.
“So, do you hate it?”
“...I love it.”
Squish, squelch...
With a wet, sucking sound, Sierra's greedy pussy swallowed my shaft, and I buried myself all the way to the base in one smooth thrust. Letting out a sharp gasp, she pressed her voluptuous buttocks flush against my pelvis and slowly began to grind.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Accompanied by the filthy, wet sounds echoing off the terrace walls, her juices began to drip down onto the floor. Gripping the railing tightly, Sierra looked back at me with a face full of pure ecstasy.
“Ah, harder...! Harder...!”
The music echoing through the grand opera hall grew louder and more intense. The story was reaching its climax, and the swelling, majestic orchestra was more than enough to elevate the audience's excitement. Swept up in the thrill, Sierra squeezed my cock with her inner walls, begging me to thrust harder and deeper.
“Ahhh ♥ Hngh, ahh ♥ Ohhh ♥”
Spank! Spank!
Like an experienced conductor wielding his baton, I brought my hand down hard, slapping her plump buttocks. Sierra arched her back, letting out beautiful, breathless cries. Her arched neck formed a curve more elegant than any brass instrument on stage.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...
“Hnghh ♥ Ahh, hnghh ♥”
The stage lights dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight shining down. Completely hidden from the view of others by the darkness, Sierra let out a depraved, high-pitched chorus that harmonized with the majestic music. She squirted violently, her body completely giving out.
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ahhh ♥”
Screaming in sync with a piercing violin solo, Sierra sprayed her sweet fluids all over the terrace. She buried her face in her arms on the railing, her hips thrust high in the air. I delivered one final, heavy thrust, pinning my pelvis tight against her twitching backside as I blasted my load into the condom.
Squish...
As Sierra hung over the railing, her body trembling violently, I slipped the filled condom out of her tight pussy. I rested the warm, heavy rubber on her pale, bare butt cheek and pulled out a fresh one. The performance, which seemed like it would never end, was only reaching a prolonged climax. Having tasted the absolute peak of pleasure, Sierra lolled her tongue out, wearing a thoroughly corrupted smile as she pushed her hips back out toward me.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The lights flared back up, and all the actors gathered on stage for the curtain call. I picked up the discarded opera glasses from the floor and enjoyed the grand finale while continuously pounding Sierra's soaking wet pussy. Suddenly, feeling a sharp gaze on us, I quickly turned my head. Through her own opera glasses, a young girl in a nearby box was staring directly at us, her hand covering her mouth in shock.
Gasp!
Letting out a soft gasp, the girl dropped her glasses, her face flushing a deep, burning red. Sierra, drooling with her tongue hanging out like a complete slut, seemed entirely oblivious. I gave her ass a sharp slap and kept my hips moving. Placing a finger over my lips, I looked at the staring girl, lowered my glasses, and gave her a slow wink.
“Hnghh ♥ Ohhh ♥”
Squirts!
Sierra squirted yet again, collapsing into another intense climax. I placed the used condom on her buttocks alongside the first one and counted them. One, two... six... seven.
There were still plenty of condoms left.
Yohan paced the hallway, biting his lip in sheer anxiety. The thought of that lowlife being alone with his lady was driving him absolutely insane.
Just then, thunderous applause erupted, and the entire venue grew noisy. Peeking down into the main hall, he saw the massive doors swing open as the excited audience members began to stream out of the opera house, all wearing bright smiles.
It's over!
He stood straight, leaning against the hallway wall to receive his lady, when the door to their private box swung open. The smug bastard stepped out first, holding his lady's delicate hand as he escorted her.
“My Lady!”
“Be quiet...!”
Her face flushed a deep crimson, Sierra snapped at him in a trembling voice, clinging tightly to the man's hand as she walked. Her face, flushed with lingering excitement, was so breathtakingly beautiful that it practically invited sinful thoughts. Yohan quickly averted his eyes and fell in step behind them.
“Haa... haa...”
“It seems you thoroughly enjoyed the performance.”
At the bastard's smug voice, Sierra replied with a radiant, breathless smile.
“It really was... the greatest performance of my life ♥”
Watching the sickeningly intimate display between the two, Yohan clenched his gauntlets so hard they creaked, forcing himself to follow. However, as they began to descend the stairs, he noticed something strange about the way his lady was walking.
She was waddling awkwardly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He stared in confusion, noticing a faint, rhythmic vibration coming from her. Sensing his gaze, the bastard stepped behind Sierra and glared back at him.
“We plan to discuss further business... do you intend to follow us?”
At the bastard's dismissive, mocking tone, Yohan grit his teeth and spat out, “Yes.”
“Heh, suit yourself.”
The bastard smirked, caught up to Sierra, and took her hand to escort her down the stairs. Yohan tried his best to swallow his boiling rage, keeping his eyes on his lady. But then, he saw something truly bizarre.
As a gust of wind fluttered her dress, something shiny and wet seemed to be dangling in clusters from her lower body...
Yohan desperately ignored the sinking feeling in his chest and the cold sweat running down his spine as he followed.
It's nothing. It's surely nothing...
Using business as an excuse after the opera, we headed straight to an inn. Leaving Yohan to stand guard in the hallway, I unlocked the door with a jingle of keys and hurried inside.
“Mgh, slurp, chuu...”
The moment the door closed, Sierra threw herself onto me, locking her lips with mine. I sucked on her wet tongue and pressed against her soft lips, eagerly accepting her passionate kiss.
“Slurp ♥ Mmm, hngh ♥”
Squelch, squelch...
Clinging to each other, we tumbled onto the bed. As we caressed and licked every inch of each other's skin, I ripped her dress right down the middle. With a sharp tear, her elegant gown split in half, instantly exposing Sierra's depraved, voluptuous body.
“Hngh, you pervert...!”
Vibrators were still strapped to her full breasts, and a row of plump, filled condoms hung from the waistband of her tight panties. Eight glistening, semen-filled condoms were stuck to her thighs, slick with her overflowing juices.
Slap! Slap!
I pulled the condoms from her panties and tossed them onto her wanton body as she lay with her legs spread wide, her pussy twitching in anticipation. The wet, sticky condoms adhered perfectly to her pale skin, decorating her body in a highly erotic display.
“Honestly... ♥”
Twitch...
Sierra glared at me half-heartedly, using her fingers to pry open her pussy as she held her legs in a wide M-shape. Her dripping, twitching slit practically begged me to thrust my cock inside.
“Hurry up and put it in... please?”
Sensing a presence drawing closer to the door outside, I rubbed my bare cock against her wet slit. There was no need for condoms anymore. This was my room, after all; even if it got messy, I could just clean it up later.
I spoke in a deliberately loud voice as I rubbed against her.
“I'm not going to wear a condom, alright?”
“You've used so many already, hngh... Just do whatever you want and put your cock inside me. Please?”
Wiggling her hips, Sierra actively rubbed herself against me. Feeling the hot, wet friction of her pussy, I slowly slid my shaft inside while licking her neck.
“Ah ♥ This is it...! Raw is definitely the best...”
Perhaps she had disliked the rubbery texture of the condoms, because the moment my bare cock filled her to the brim, Sierra lolled her tongue out in ecstasy and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. Holding her close, I began to drive my hips forward.
Thud, thud, thud, thud...
The wet, fleshy slaps of our bodies colliding echoed through the room. Sensing the presence standing right outside the door, I continued to talk to Sierra.
“Are you really going to spread your legs for me whenever I want?”
“Stop it... we already talked about this...”
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
When I repeatedly gouged her G-spot to force an answer, Sierra began to drool, finally crying out in submission.
“I'll give you my pussy whenever you want...! I'll let you use Casano's exclusive pussy every single day! Are you happy now...!”
“Your exclusive pussy. You'll keep it nice and wet, waiting for me every time I visit Hormia, right?”
“Ah ♥ I get it, so please ♥ Stop pounding my womb like that ♥”
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...
“I'll be visiting the Beastkin Village soon...! Make sure you keep training your pussy until then, got it?”
“I promise ♥ Just stop teasing me and pump me harder ♥”
As I teased her by grinding against her cervix, Sierra eventually burst into tears, begging for my cock. Granting her wish, I pulled all the way out to the entrance before slamming back in to the very hilt, pounding her pussy with wild abandon.
“Yes, right there ♥ Ahh, hngh, ohhh ♥”
Sierra's eyes rolled back as she let out filthy, breathless moans. I was absolutely certain that Yohan was standing right outside the door, trembling as he listened to every single sound. To deliver the final blow, I asked her while continuing to thrust.
“You don't regret letting me fuck you like this, do you?”
“Never ♥ I'll never regret it! You're the man I chose, the cock I chose ♥”
Completely unaware that her words were piercing Yohan's heart, Sierra squeezed my shaft tightly as she answered. I spat directly onto her lolling tongue, and she eagerly swallowed it down, clamping her legs even tighter around me.
“I might as well get you pregnant today. With the trading rights to the Beastkin Village, you'll be the undisputed head of the merchant group anyway, right?”
It was a massive reward, well worth the price. But Sierra didn't care about business talk right now; she only cared about her pussy being filled.
“I don't care about that, just fuck me ♥ Hurry up and pump me ♥”
“Haha...”
I let out a soft chuckle. Having been thoroughly fucked at the opera house, she was completely out of her mind, desperately craving nothing but my cock. She was an incredibly intelligent woman, yet the moment she tasted my shaft, her depraved body turned her into this...
Sensing the footsteps outside finally fading away, I smiled and picked up the pace. A knight who abandons his own master—how pathetic. I smiled as I pounded Sierra's pussy, her legs locked tight around my waist. Beneath me, crying out in pleasure, Sierra smiled too.
It was a full day later when Sierra finally dragged her trembling legs out of the inn.
I spent the remaining days of our contract thoroughly fucking Sierra, and today, I was finally ready to depart. Sierra handed me an Expansion Pouch stuffed with goods, her voice laced with worry.
“Do you really have to go back there?”
“I need to speak with the acting chief there.”
I stroked the new Expansion Pouch she had bought me and tucked it into my coat. Sierra puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction and clicked her tongue.
“Those miserable old geezers... even after I brought them such a massive deal, they still find things to complain about.”
“I'll bring back even rarer goods this time, so use this opportunity to clean house.”
“Well, I'll see. Just come back quickly. It's already throbbing... ♥”
Licking her lips with sparkling eyes, Sierra subtly lifted her skirt to tempt me. Having worn countless condoms filled with my seed on our final day, she glanced back. Seeing Yohan standing with his head bowed, gripping his sword tightly, she asked me.
“What did you say to him to make him so depressed?”
I hadn't said much. I had simply threatened to track him down and kill him if he ever leaked what he heard, and told him that since his dick would never work again anyway, I'd occasionally allow him to listen in.
Even so, Yohan had looked incredibly relieved in that moment. I suppose he was miserable now because once I left, he wouldn't even be able to hear Sierra's moans anymore.
I shrugged, avoiding the question. Sierra gave me a suspicious look, but eventually let out a soft sigh and rested her head against my chest.
“Haa... to think I'd be completely hooked by a man like you...”
“Do you regret it?”
Sierra snapped her head up and glared at me.
“Are you crazy? Why ask something so obvious? I don't regret a thing.”
Squeeze...
We shared a tight embrace, basking in each other's warmth before slowly pulling apart. Sierra lightly scratched my arm with her fingernails, whispering softly.
“When you come back, you better fuck this female slave's pussy... until she can't take any more ♥”
I smiled and nodded at her final, playful display of affection. Sierra would do just fine with the goods I had provided. Having a connection with a merchant group run by such a brilliant woman was a massive asset.
Excited at the thought of finally seeing the twins and Undine again, I waved back at Sierra, who kept waving until the very end, before turning around.
The desperate lady who had traded her body and dreams out of a sense of loss was no longer there. In her place stood a confident, ambitious woman who had secured her future, waving at me with a happy, radiant smile.
I've made another woman happy today.
With a satisfied smile, I took my first steps forward.
4. The Precocious Merchant Sierra, Trained for Her Dreams — END