A Witch's Mad Desire
Inside the silent cabin, only the bubbling of a cauldron broke the quiet. Her ears twitching at the familiar sound, Minerva walked over to the pot with clicking footsteps. Holding a ladle like a witch straight out of a cartoon, she began to stir.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
"As I said before, I won't take no for an answer, you know~"
"It's not that, but... extracting my semen...?"
Extraction. It felt a bit uncomfortable, as if she were talking about tapping a tree for sap, but I didn't let it show. At my question, Minerva furrowed her brow in thought before letting out an "Ah!" She set down the ladle and handed me a long glass vial.
"For today, I want to know your usual volume after intercourse, so if you could just ejaculate once right now, that would be wonderful~"
"In here?"
Leaning back against the wooden chair, I looked up at her. Minerva gave me a languid smile, nodded, and forced the glass vial into my hand.
"Why ever not~?"
"Well, there's still a boundary between men and women."
Although we had shared some suggestive touches and a flirtatious atmosphere during our few meetings, masturbating right in front of her out of the blue was a different story. If she were going to help me off, that would be one thing, but she was just telling me to do it myself.
"Fufu, what a joker. But you got hard so easily on the way here earlier. Is it really that much of a burden~?"
Since she was essentially refusing my refusal, I shrugged, set the vial on the table, and pulled down my trousers without hesitation. As my flaccid, thick member flopped out, Minerva's red lips twitched, her eyes locking onto it.
"It certainly looks a bit different from other men's~"
"Is that so? I didn't think there was much of a difference."
Awkwardly grasping my soft shaft, I began to stroke it gently while avoiding her gaze. It had been so long since I last masturbated that the sheer awkwardness and tension kept me from getting hard.
"I've observed a few men who got lost in the Jungle after rescuing them, and yours is definitely different~"
"Did they just show you willingly?"
Realizing that no amount of stroking was going to get me hard under these conditions, I stopped trying to force it and decided to chat with her while gently massaging myself.
"Fufu, those innocent boys would do absolutely anything I asked~"
Sway.
Minerva, who had been stirring her potion, looked over at me and gave her chest a gentle shake. Her massive breasts bounced elastically, sending a slight twitch of arousal down to my groin, but the sheer awkwardness of the situation kept me from fully rising.
"Hmm... how strange~ Normally, a man like you would be fully erect by now, Casanova."
"I might get hard easily, but men need the right mood too."
"Huuung..."
Pressing a finger to her lips with a soft sigh, Minerva rolled her curiosity-filled eyes, staring intently at my flaccid shaft. Finally, her lips parted.
"...Do you need me to help you~?"
Now that the very words I had been waiting for had slipped from her lips, the most important thing was to play my part. I forced a flustered expression, though my lips twitched slightly as I nodded.
"It's been quite a while since I've handled things on my own..."
"Huu... Well, mutual cooperation is important, after all. Yes. I'm simply helping you~"
Staring intently at my soft member, Minerva muttered to herself, her cherry-red lips moving. Once she finished brainwashing herself into believing it was purely scientific, she clenched her fists, swayed her voluptuous hips, and slowly—very slowly—stepped toward me.
Click, click, click.
The sound of her heels echoing through the cabin carried a strange, sensual weight. Tensing her shoulders in apparent nervousness, Minerva clenched and unclenched her sweaty, clammy hands. Standing before me as I sat in the chair, she asked quietly:
"Do I... really have to help you~?"
Her eyes were practically screaming with curiosity and desire for my cock, yet she asked in a scolding tone, as if doing me a chore. Swallowing the wry smile threatened by my clumsy acting, I nodded.
"I'd do it myself if I could, but it's just not getting hard at all."
To bring this silly little play to an end, I spoke with a touch of firm insistence. At my response, Minerva finally let her head drop and knelt before me. Feeling her hot gaze, thick with curiosity and lust, blood began to pool in my groin, but I did my best to suppress my excitement, praying my erection wouldn't rush out too quickly.
"You really are a sly one..."
Along with her soft scolding, a warm breath puffed from her lips, brushing against my soft shaft. The ticklish sensation stirred my primal desires. Giving up on holding back, I relaxed, and my flaccid member twitched, beginning to swell.
"Ahem..."
"Huu... how fascinating~ It feels entirely different from other men."
Having always taken pride in my size, Minerva's continuous praise made me puff out my chest a little. Exhaling increasingly hot breaths, she stared intently at my cock, leaning closer and closer until she gripped my chair, bringing her face so close her nose almost touched it.
"Huuu... what a strange scent..."
Her dark-skinned nose twitched as she leaned in close. Though she blushed upon catching that distinct, musky scent, she didn't pull away, continuing to inhale deeply.
"It's different from the smell of semen. It's a bit overwhelming, yet I don't entirely dislike it..."
Her mouth, which kept moving in contrast to her lust-filled eyes, was a bit of a mood killer, but I remained silent, looking down at the curious witch as I gave my cock a slight twitch.
Twitch!
"Oh my...!"
Minerva, who had been watching my fully engorged shaft with deep interest, was tapped right on the nose as it twitched, glistening with pre-cum. Staring at the string of clear fluid, she reached out with her pinky finger to dab it, bringing it close to her eyes to examine it in detail.
"This... while the semen itself is important, if I were to add this..."
Seeing her academic passion run so deep that my erection might actually subside if left alone, I decided to take the initiative. Since she was the one who approached me first, she couldn't complain.
Nudge.
"Ngh?"
I pressed my pre-cum-slicked glans against her plump, red lips, lightly smearing it across her face.
"Ah, my apologies."
When I shamelessly apologized and stilled my hips, Minerva glared at me with narrowed eyes. Ultimately, she let out a sigh, dabbed at the fluid on her face, and suddenly gripped my cock firmly.
"Ngh...!"
"I get what you're trying to do~ Still, you shouldn't treat a lady's face so carelessly."
Squeeze, squeeze.
Her slightly damp, warm, sweaty hand began to massage my shaft. Instantly, a rush of blood surged into my semi-erect member. My hips trembled slightly as I surrendered to her touch.
"Heh..."
Letting out a soft gasp of wonder as she watched my cock swell to its full, monstrous size, Minerva wrapped her fingers around the rock-hard shaft and looked up at me.
"Is this how you stimulate a man~?"
"That's good, but it's better if you grip it a bit tighter."
Squeeze.
As her grip tightened in response to my request, I bit my lip and nodded. Pleased by my reaction, Minerva flashed a cute, subtle smile and began to slowly stroke up and down.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
The tightness was quite nice, but despite the sweat, it was still dry skin-on-skin friction. Feeling a slight sting, I frowned and made a gentle request.
"It's a bit painful. Do you have any lubricant or gel?"
"Hmm... then how about this~?"
Drip.
She searched her clothes for something, but finding nothing, she furrowed her brows in thought. Finally, she puckered her lips. From her parted mouth and protruding tongue, a thick, viscous string of saliva dripped down, landing right on my glans.
Squish, squish, squish.
"That's... perfect...!"
The lubrication of her thick saliva eliminated the friction, sending a wave of intense pleasure through my shaft. Stroking vigorously with wet, squelching sounds, Minerva looked back and forth between my face and my cock with wide, curious eyes. Her face flushed a deep crimson as she murmured softly.
"I never realized just from watching... but this makes my heart race quite a bit~"
Her plump lips parted slightly, then closed again. Watching her mouth open while her fingers measured the length of my shaft, she seemed to be recalling Rachel's mouth-fuck from yesterday.
"Do you want to put it in your mouth?"
Squeeze!
"Ugh...!"
"I'm not doing this to pleasure you, Casanova. This is strictly a scientific extraction, you know~?"
Despite her cold words, she spoke with a smile. I shrugged and clicked my tongue in disappointment. Still, even as she said that, her eyes were filled with fascination as she kept measuring my length and twitching her mouth. It wouldn't be long now.
"Your member is twitching quite a bit~"
"It means I'm getting close."
Answering her earnest, child-like questions, she let out a soft, "Hmm, I see~" Minerva then began to speed up, her saliva-slicked fingers sliding rapidly up and down my shaft.
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
"Ngh..."
At first, her clumsy movements had barely provided any stimulation. But after applying her saliva, her technique improved rapidly as she adjusted her strokes to the angle of my shaft, sliding smoothly along the column.
"Are you about to ejaculate? Yes~?"
However, her constant questioning felt like a boyfriend during his first sexual encounter asking, "Does it feel good? Huh?" Because of this, my cock only twitched without showing any signs of actually climaxing.
"Well, I think I need a bit more stimulation."
"Stimulation~?"
Squish, squish, squish!
As her speed increased, I winced and stopped her.
"Just going fast isn't always the best."
"Oh... then what should I do~?"
Finding herself rejected at every turn, Minerva pouted and looked up at me. I swallowed hard, watching her expression before speaking quietly.
"Men get highly aroused by visual stimulation. We often call it... a side dish."
"A side dish~?"
"If I can look at something visually stimulating while you stroke me, I'll be able to ejaculate in no time."
"The other men never asked for that..."
Well, if she showed off that lewd body and stomach of hers, that would be more than enough of a "side dish." Having made my point, I secretly admired her cute belly button while gauging her reaction. Being highly intelligent, Minerva seemed to grasp my meaning. She narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow, though her hand never stopped stroking.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Huu... fine. I just have to show you... right~?"
"Yes, that will be plenty for today."
"For today? *Sigh*, I understand. Huuu...!"
Rustle.
Letting go of my cock, Minerva hung her head, her face as red as a ripe tomato. Slowly, she grasped her leather top with both hands.
Slide.
With the soft rustle of leather sliding against her skin, she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Keeping her head bowed to hide her face, she reached for the black undergarment covering her voluptuous F-cup breasts.
"Huuu...!"
Bounce.
Without even undoing the clasp, she grabbed the front of her bra, squeezed her eyes shut, and pulled it down. Her massive, dark-skinned breasts spilled out like a wave, completely liberated. I stared in awe at the pink nipples crowning her bouncing mounds.
"Huuu...♡"
Having bared her breasts, Minerva shivered, taking deep, ragged breaths as she tried to cover herself. Though her breasts spilled out past her arms, I found the sight absolutely breathtaking.
"Then... I'll begin~"
Squish, squish, squish.
Gripping my slightly dried shaft, Minerva used one arm to cover her chest while stroking with her other hand. Her slender arms were far too small to hide her massive breasts, and with every stroke, her bouncing chest occasionally revealed glimpses of her pink nipples.
"Huu... huu..."
Staring so intently I thought my eyes might pop out, I feasted on the sight of her exposed flesh. Watching her pink nipples peek out with every movement, the pleasure built rapidly. I confessed to the hard-working witch:
"It's... it's coming...!"
"Yes... ah... w-wait a moment..."
Clink! Clatter! Thud.
"Ah, it broke...!"
Panting sweet, cotton-candy breaths, Minerva reached toward the table. In her haste, her breasts were completely unleashed. Feeling my intense gaze, her fully erect nipples twitched and trembled.
"I'm shooting...!"
"Wait a moment~!"
Watching her scramble blindly across the table, her stroking hand grew incredibly fast, her palm tightening around my shaft at the perfect, most pleasurable angle. Unable to hold back any longer despite her pleas to wait, I let loose.
Spurt! Splurt! Splat!
"Huuung...♡ Haaah...!"
Thick ropes of semen shot out with immense force, landing directly onto Minerva's hair and face. Abandoning her search for the vial, she let her hand drop from my cock and began using her fingertips to scrape the warm fluid off her face.
Drip.
"Huuu...! The scent...! The volume...! It's incomparable...♡"
Though she had glared at me initially, she seemed thrilled by the quality of my seed. Rather than being upset about being covered in it, she was entirely focused on the fact that she had obtained an excellent specimen. Her gaze softened as she scraped the semen with her fingers, transferring it into the vials scattered on the floor.
"Haah... haah..."
Minerva scraped and gathered the fluid with flushed, excited eyes. Her hot breath brushed against my sensitive shaft, but I merely closed my eyes, basking in the lingering afterglow of the ejaculation. With a satisfied smile, she filled one glass vial to the brim, then scraped the remaining semen from her hair into another.
"Huu... that will do for today~ I want to examine this as soon as possible..."
Slide.
Minerva stood up, her knees brushing against the floor. Glancing at me as I sat in the chair, she bowed her head in gratitude. With my semen still smeared in her hair, she clutched the glass vials and hurried over to the corner of her cabin.
"Huu..."
Getting intimate with a dark-skinned beauty—something I had only fantasized about back on Earth. It was a bit disappointing that she had abandoned me to focus on her research, but seeing how obsessed she was with my seed, I knew there would be plenty of opportunities to play with her in the future. I wiped my semi-erect member with a towel from the table and pulled up my trousers.