Driven Mad by Desire
"Ugh... It tastes like medicine..."
The moment Casanova left, saying he was going to wash up, Minerva quickly swallowed the semen she had been holding in her mouth. She frowned at the bitter, herbal taste spreading across her tongue, yet she couldn't help but roll her tongue around, savoring the lingering flavor.
"Mmm..."
Thump, thump. Her heart pounded so violently it felt as if someone were hammering inside her chest, leaving her breathless. Sweat poured down her back, soaking her robe until it clung damply to her skin.
"I want... to taste more... Gasp!"
Licking the remaining semen from her lips, Minerva muttered the words before she could stop herself. Her eyes went wide, and she slapped a hand over her mouth like a criminal caught in the act. To want to taste a research specimen... If I keep this up, how am I any different from a whore who drains a man's semen just for her own pleasure, rather than for academic study?!
Gulp.
Swallowing the saliva that kept pooling in her mouth, she tried desperately to wash away the taste of his semen. Only then did Minerva finally take stock of her own body. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, her love juices were overflowing like a burst dam, and her entire body was drenched in sweat as she panted heavily. Anyone looking at her would see nothing but a bitch in heat.
"Ah... Nnh!"
Unable to cool her burning body, Minerva dragged herself up from the floor. Her legs trembled violently as she threw herself toward the only place that could satisfy this relentless, clinging lust.
Flop.
"Sniff, sniff... His scent... How foolish..."
Burying herself in the bed already heavily stained with her own juices, Minerva slowly caressed her throbbing, aching slit while pressing her face into the pillow to catch his scent. Contrary to Casanova's confident boast, she couldn't smell much of anything. Pouting, she began to stroke her mound, which was slick and glistening with her own wetness.
"Mmm..."
Squish, squish...
She desperately wanted to shove her fingers deep inside her wet folds and claw at her walls, but she had no idea when Casanova would return. If she started masturbating now, she would lose herself completely. She would end up clawing at her own cunt in a mindless trance, entirely oblivious to his return.
"Ah...!"
Squish, squish. She stroked her wetness, making soft, squelching sounds against her palm. Minerva closed her eyes as the agonizing pleasure teased her. She moved her hand faster, but a mere palm rubbing against her mound was nowhere near enough to bring her to climax.
"Just once... I'll check on him just once, and then I'll slide them in..."
Deciding to check on Casanova's movements before diving into a full-blown masturbation session, Minerva lay flat on the bed, closed her eyes, and focused. Though the lingering scent of his semen and the memory of his thick shaft scrambled her mind with conflict, her fierce desire for a mind-melting climax easily swept all hesitation aside.
Hummmm.
Gathering her rising mana, Minerva linked her senses to the familiars stationed near the cabin. Her mind, previously consumed by lewd thoughts, was gradually filled with the sights of the jungle, revealing the dense, lush canopy of the forest.
"Where... where are you? Why did you go so far? Why aren't you nearby...?"
Twitch, twitch.
Ignoring her throbbing body, which seemed to ache in protest, Minerva searched the jungle thoroughly. After switching between several familiars with a pout on her face, a well-built man finally entered her field of vision through the eyes of one of her beasts.
"There he is...!"
Splash...
"Ah..."
Casanova had stepped into a shallow river and was splashing water over his body. The bright sunlight gleamed off his wet skin, making his tightly packed muscles glisten. The scattered scars across his well-defined physique brought out a raw, wild masculinity that contrasted sharply with his usual playful demeanor.
"Haaah...!"
Squish...
Even after having just ejaculated, Casanova washed himself while his massive member dangled, still boasting its impressive size. Watching him drench his body with water, Minerva could no longer contain her arousal. Letting out a wanton gasp, she slowly slid her fingers into her soaking wet slit.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Mmm... What if that cock... what if that huge cock slides inside me...! Ah, oh...!"
Minerva parted her lips, murmuring dirty thoughts with her eyes closed. As she watched Casanova's body, her mouth and her wet folds working in tandem, she suddenly froze. Her jaw dropped in sheer shock, unable to even swallow her own saliva.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
Casanova, who had been washing peacefully, suddenly grabbed his pillar-like shaft and began to stroke it vigorously! The water, which reached up to his thighs, rippled violently with his movements. Closing his eyes tightly, he stroked himself with intense ferocity, and then quietly muttered a single name.
"Hyaaaah! ♡"
Zzzzt!
The moment she heard her name uttered in his deep, low voice, a jolt of electricity shot through her entire body. Saliva escaped her lips, trickling down her cheek, while her wet folds clamped down hard on her fingers, gushing with fresh juices as if begging to be filled.
"Ah, mmm, ahhh...!"
What a pervert... He said he was going to wash up, but he's masturbating while thinking of me? He must be picturing my breasts right now. As one dirty thought led to another, Minerva realized how foolish she had been, holding back and worrying about when he would return.
Squelch, squish, squish, squish.
"Mmm, ah, oh, haaaah...!"
With her pink tongue peeking out from her lips, Minerva watched Casanova stroke his shaft while she furiously pumped her fingers inside her own wetness. Every time her slender fingers scraped against her sensitive walls and slid out, a wave of intense pleasure made her head spin. Yet, she only shoved them deeper and harder, completely surrendering to the ecstasy.
"You're so bad, so bad... I helped you, and yet you're masturbating to someone else...!"
Drooling with a dazed, lustful smile, Minerva playfully scolded Casanova as she watched him stroke himself in a state of high arousal. It was a hypocritical accusation, but to her, a man who called out her name while jerking off was nothing but a shameless pervert.
"Mmm... With that massive cock, he's going to shove it into my beautiful body and ravage me however he wants... ♡"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah, oh! Even though I said no, he's going to try and violate my mouth too...! Oh, I'm going, I'm going...!"
Squirrrrt!
Watching Casanova lost in his own pleasure, Minerva thrust her fingers deep inside herself, her hips arching off the bed as a wave of ecstasy surged up her spine. Splat! Her tongue trembled as she squirted, releasing a heavy spray of crude fluid. Her hips splashed against the wet bedsheets, but she remained utterly trapped in her trance.
"Mmm... Ahhh...! Such dirty words... You were thinking that right in front of me... Ah, I want to be ravaged... ♡"
Hearing Casanova's crude, dirty talk as he closed his eyes, Minerva trembled with a mix of fear and sheer thrill, a wide smile spreading across her face. He wants my hot, dirty body. The realization that her wildest fantasies might actually come true filled her with a delicious, terrifying anticipation.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
"No, nooo! I-I'll never allow it, I won't let you...! I'm not an easy woman... ♡"
How did he know? How could he tell?! Her mind scrambled under the onslaught of his dirty words, and her curiosity about Casanova grew even deeper. She thought she had hidden it well, but he had noticed her getting soaking wet while collecting his semen!
"Mmm, ah! It's just a physiological reaction... It's only natural to get wet when looking at a healthy seed...!"
Splash, splash, splash.
"I'm going, I'm going again...! Oh, ohhh...! ♡"
Press.
Pressing her middle finger firmly against a sensitive spot on her vaginal wall, Minerva's teeth chattered as her hips arched high off the bed. Her trembling legs shook violently. Under the assault of this devilish pleasure tearing through her body, she finally shed tears and admitted the truth.
"I... I want his cock... Ah, even climaxing like this isn't enough... More... shove it in deeper...!"
"Ah, oh, no, please...! ♡"
Her brain completely turned to mush by his crude, dominant words, Minerva's eyes rolled back as she squirted again, her body shaking uncontrollably. He's coming to ravage me. A man driven mad by lust, completely out of his mind, is coming to take me...
"Ahhh, ohhh...! ♡"
Trickle...
Overwhelmed by a mixture of terror and the anticipation of an even greater ecstasy, Minerva's emotions finally pushed past their limit.
Like an overloaded machine, her hips collapsed back onto the bed. With a dazed, broken smile, she lost control of her bladder. Even as a golden stream trickled out and soaked the bedsheets, Minerva continued to shiver, writhing in the aftershocks of her intense climax.
Squish.
"Mmm... ♡"
I don't know anymore... I need to clean up. I have to tidy the cabin and wait for him as if nothing happened... Minerva tried to force her melted brain to think, but her mind was too thoroughly saturated with pleasure to function rationally. In the end, the only choice she could make was to keep masturbating.
Squish, squish, squish.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Why? What was I doing? Casanova might ravage me. But why is that bad? Wouldn't it be pure bliss if he shoved his cock into my shameless cunt? Why is that bliss? Our ultimate goal is the creation of life. If the man who can help us achieve that sows his seed inside me, isn't that the greatest happiness?
"Ah."
Hummm.
Her mind suddenly cleared. Wearing a wanton smile, Minerva severed the mana connection. Feeling her familiars regain their autonomy, she slowly withdrew her fingers from her wetness and flicked her wrist.
Whoosh, click, clack.
The scattered clutter flew back to its proper places, and the trash gathered into a neat pile. The ruined bedsheets and clothes, soaked in her juices and urine, instantly cleansed themselves and folded neatly into a stack.
"Ah..."
Her head was completely clear now. Why was I so afraid? Casanova was the absolute best specimen she had ever found. She was certain that no one else but this man could ever impregnate a witch. That's right. I'm not some cheap whore selling her body to satisfy her lust.
I am Minerva, a great seeker of truth, dedicating my body to research for our long-cherished desire. If sacrificing this body can fulfill our dream, what does it matter if I am ravaged a hundred times over?
Having convinced herself with a proud declaration that any witch would applaud, Minerva felt that everything was absolutely perfect. It's a bit embarrassing to let him see me masturbate, but it's fine as long as he doesn't find out, right?
Squish.
"Mmm... ♡"
I can track his location anyway, so I just need to finish before he gets back. I'm only thinking about his cock to figure out how to conceive a child.
Muttering these absurd excuses to herself, Minerva plunged back into the depths of pleasure. But despite acting like a wise seeker who had figured everything out, she had overlooked one crucial detail.
She had missed the sly, wicked grin on Casanova's face as he stepped out of the river just before she severed the connection with her familiar.
Crack, crack.
"Ahhh..."
Stretching my limbs as I pushed through the dense jungle, the cabin finally came into view in the distance. Suppressing the smirk that threatened to break across my face, I masked my presence and quietly made my way toward the cabin.
I glanced up.
"Coo."
Seeing that the familiars—ugly, pigeon-like birds sitting quietly in the trees—were completely inactive, I savored the growing certainty and anticipation bubbling inside me. I crept up and pressed myself against the cabin window.
I had originally intended to just wash up and head back, but then I felt a sudden gaze accompanied by a surge of fluctuating mana. Trying not to make it obvious, I scanned my surroundings and detected Minerva's mana emanating from the birds perched on the nearby branches.
What a dirty slut.
I had muttered those words aloud on purpose, but honestly, I meant them. Piecing together various clues, I had suspected she was masturbating, but to think she was actually using her familiars to spy on my naked body! So, I decided to push her to the limit. I deliberately talked dirty while jerking off, and in response, her mana went absolutely wild.
She watched the whole thing.
Every time I threw in a crude insult while stroking my cock, her mana flared. I was certain she was experiencing a massive emotional upheaval. In this situation, the only emotions she could be feeling were either anger or intense pleasure. But if she were angry, she would have flown out to confront me instantly instead of staying put. That left only one possibility.
"I knew it! Oops."
Slapping a hand over my mouth as the words slipped out, I waited a moment before peering through the window again. My erection should have subsided during my jog back, but the moment I saw what was happening inside, my shaft instantly hardened to a steel rod.
Splash, splash, splash, splash.
"Ah, mmm, oh, ohhh...! ♡"
Drip, drip.
Minerva was thrusting her slender fingers into her twitching slit so violently I almost worried she might hurt herself. With her other hand, she squeezed her rich, chocolate-colored breasts so hard they deformed under her grip. Watching her writhe and moan in pure, unadulterated lust, I swallowed hard.
"Ah, Master Casanova... Haaah, please... do whatever you want to my dirty cunt...!"
Squish, squish, squish.
"Ah! I'll do whatever you tell me to, so please... please use Master's cock to stretch out my stupid, empty cunt...!"
"Whoa..."
I was stunned. Minerva was dirty-talking all on her own, her face painted with a pleasure-dazed smile. The vulgar phrases spilling from her lips were the exact same things I made my women say back in the village. She wasn't just watching me; she was eavesdropping too? As my suspicions turned into absolute certainty, I found her actions a little cheeky.
"Phew..."
I didn't mind helping her in exchange for a reward, but peeping and eavesdropping on someone's private intimate moments was a bit much. This world seriously lacked any concept of privacy. Feeling my thoughts grow simpler as blood rushed to my aching shaft, I stroked my erection, closed my eyes, and pondered.
Seeing Minerva so utterly lost in her lust, spraying juices without even realizing I was standing right outside, I knew I could easily walk in and take her right now. But that felt too easy. Ravishing her while she was too dazed to even think straight would be far less satisfying than I hoped.
"Whew..."
I made up my mind. My target was tomorrow. By tomorrow, Minerva would have regained her senses and would undoubtedly try to act as if nothing had happened. That would be the perfect time to use the semen collection as an excuse to thoroughly break her. Stroking my throbbing shaft one last time, I slowly turned away.
"Ah, mmm... Haaah!"
Hearing her let out a wanton moan accompanied by wet, squelching sounds as if begging me not to leave, I hesitated for a fraction of a second. But no, today was not the day. Rather than a Minerva who was merely a slave to raw physical pleasure, I wanted to see her fully conscious, torn between her pride and her desire, as she threw herself into my arms.
Some might call it a twisted way of thinking, but considering I got absolutely nothing for free since being dropped into this godforsaken world, I deserved this much, didn't I? Rationalizing my decision with a bit of self-justification, I finally walked away.
It was only after wandering the jungle for about three hours that I realized I was completely lost. Sighing, I finally pulled out a Spatial Transfer Scroll and tore it open.