Chapter 80
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Missionary (Not Quite) (2)
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Squelch!! Thwack!! Squelch!! Splaaat!!!
"Aauuugh!!! W-wait... just a second!!!"
As I started pounding her in missionary for real, Loren wriggled around, pleading for me to take it slow.
Tanya was just a plaything, so I'd fucked her however I wanted without holding back, but even with her or Camella, I'd never gone all out.
Tanya had shit stats, and Camella was a former explorer but only had stamina to speak of.
My strength wasn't that high either, but I'd always fucked women with some restraint, holding back to give them a break.
But Loren's body—the same one that had sent Claude's full-force sword strike flying with a single buckle—shattered all the limits I'd kept in check while banging women left and right.
"Haaaang!!!"
Spliiish!!!
Look at that. Back in the forest when I first took her, she'd screamed because her hymen tore and from the shock of the sudden rape. But now, nothing but moans of pure ecstasy poured from Loren's lips.
"Feels so good you're gonna die, huh!"
Splaaam!!!
"O-ooh!! F-fuck... it's amazing!!!"
Loren's legs and soles, wrapped around my waist, spasmed wildly, twitching every which way.
Sensitive little thing, isn't she.
I hammered her missionary-style, my balls slapping against her perineum so hard it sounded like backhands, going absolutely feral.
"Ahhk!!!! Y-yes... yesssss!!!!"
This lewd elf slut squirted her juices all over my lower abs multiple times mid-thrust, her whole body quaking, her pussy clamping down tighter and tighter. I didn't hold back the urge and just unloaded right then.
"Cumming!!!! Get pregnant!!!!"
"A-aaaaah!!!"
Spurt!! Spuuurt!! Spluuuush!!!
Pregnancy between humans and demi-humans was so rare in this world it was basically impossible, but I rammed my cockhead against her cervix like I was gonna violate her womb and blasted thick ropes inside.
Even though I'd dumped hours' worth into her back in the forest, this time her body was burning up from taking my dick, so her reactions were perfect.
"C-Cain's... babyyy... ahhk..!! Fill me... fuuull!!!!"
Spliiish!!!!
She's got a sturdy body and squirts like a fountain too. Super soaker type?
"Haa... haa... n-now... can we..."
"What're you saying, you cock-sleeve? Got opinions now?"
"C-cock-sleeve... hik!!"
Roleplay was over the second she piped up during the act—our unspoken rule.
So now I could fuck her however the fuck I wanted.
Slap!!!
"Kyaaang!!!"
"Let's switch to doggy this time. Bet you'll love it. On all fours like a bitch, impaled on cock—you ain't no noble elf then, just a beast."
"W-wait...!!"
Slaaaap!!!!
"Kyaa...!"
I flipped her over onto her stomach without pulling out, then slammed back in. Seeing my cum from her overflowing womb leak out around our joined parts got me even harder, so I pounded fiercer, crumbling her posture.
"W-wait just a sec, pleeease...!"
"Fuck off!"
Splaaaaam!!!
"Agh!!!"
On the third thrust, I smashed my cock into her cervix like a battering ram, full force, but she just let out a little moan without resisting.
"Shit, you can take it but you're whining? You're done."
"N-nooo!!!"
"Oogh..! Ooogh! Uuugh..!"
"Hoo... feels great."
Sluuurp!!
Pop-!
Gulp!! Gulp!!! Gulp!!
As dawn crept in, lightening the window, I pulled my cock out of Loren's pussy.
For the first time in this world, I'd fucked nonstop until my dick went soft, pumping cum without a break.
And Loren's pussy, sprawled frog-like and spewing my seed, wasn't even swollen red. After a night of pounding, it still gripped tight, untamed by my size, flesh plump and pink.
"Hoo... I'm off."
"...Haa.... haaa...."
I left Loren brain-fried from pleasure overload, tongue lolling like an idiot, hopped in a quick shower, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
[Ice in the freezer]
A note by the kitchen door—honeysweet and Frank's crude handwriting.
"Hoo... what a nice guy."
Clink-
I grabbed ice from the shop freezer, dropped it in the honey water glass, and slipped quietly into Sia's room.
Creeeak-
"Hoo.... still asleep?"
"......Mnya..."
Scratch-scratch-
Sia wasn't sleeping demurely like usual—instead, she twisted around, scratching her belly.
I set the cup on the nightstand, stripped naked, climbed into bed, and pulled her into my arms.
"Sniff-sniff! Hnng... Cain..."
Now that she was used to me, even half-asleep she buried her nose in my chest, sniffing and murmuring my name. I stroked her hair and quickly stripped off her leftover undies and boob wrap.
Flop-
"Guess you planned to go all night with me but passed out."
These days when it was just us, we spent more time naked than clothed. Even drunk, habit kicked in—she started stripping to suck and fuck but conked out before ditching the undies.
".....Uungh..."
She started waking, grimacing and opening her eyes. Our gazes met.
"Morning?"
"Heehee, it's Cain!"
Mwah!
"Head hurt?"
"Uwgh..! It huuuurts!!"
Hangover hit; she scrunched up again, whining. I handed her the honey water.
"Here, drink."
"Huh? What's this?"
"Honey water. Good for the morning after heavy drinking."
"Really?!"
Her face lit up with感動; she chugged it down.
Frank prepped it, but no need to mention—I'm the one who brought it, right?
"Pfah!!"
"Better?"
"Yeah! Still kinda ugh..."
"If you wanna puke, go ahead. Holding it in'll make your gut worse—ruin your whole day."
"Uuu...."
She held back, hating to puke in front of me. I told her I'd wait outside and stepped into the hall after dressing.
- Uweeghhh!!
"Fuckin' adorable. Puking's cute too."
A playful voice echoed from the room. Ages later, the door slid open; haggard Sia let me back in.
"Finished the honey water?"
"Yeah...."
"Suck on some ice then, let it melt."
"Got it... eek..."
I stripped again; we cuddled naked in bed.
"C-Cain, nooo."
"Hm? Why?"
"My stomach still..."
"Oh, sorry. Kiss then?"
"N-nooo!!!"
Her breath reeked of vomit; she freaked at the kiss suggestion.
"Mm..."
"C-Cain? W-wanna do something else? Pleeease??"
"Dunno."
I pouted like she hurt my feelings by rejecting the kiss; she fidgeted anxiously.
"Th-then!! Cain, wanna drain my bad stuff? Heehee?"
"Nah, later."
"Oh...."
The girl who'd pined for Claude ten years without confessing didn't know how to handle her crush sulking.
I kept up the mopey act; she whined like a desperate pup.
"W-wanna touch my boobs? You said they're pretty! Insteada... kisses... theseee...!"
"Hmmm... but that's not draining bad stuff?"
Her first brutal hangover meant no arousal, pussy still dry. I pointed it out; she jumped.
"N-nooo! I-it's f-fiiiine!!"
"Nah... whatever."
"Uuuu!"
Original excuse for fingering/massaging her pussy: drain the 'bad stuff.' For boobs/sucking: prep inverted nipples so future baby can nurse.
Later, her attitude shifted; even light touch got her soaking, leading natural to sucking and fucking.
But core excuse—'bad stuff' from her crotch—was MIA, so I played considerate and held back.
"If it's not practice. That's for someone you really love, right? Whatever."
".....!"
Squeeze-!
I hugged her tight, head down, silent.
"Wha... whaa... th-then..."
Like back when she'd fumble words to impress Claude, she floundered helpless.
"Gonna sleep more. Eat together later, 'kay?"
"Huh? O-okay..."
"You're wiped from booze too. Nap together."
"Gotcha..."
We were naked, but after flooding Loren's pussy all night, I stayed soft; her crotch dry too. I held her close and dozed off.
"Hic... hngh...! Cain... slurp!! Suck!! Chuuup!!"
Hm? What.
"Sorryfor... slurp..! Chuuup!! Sorryyy.... sluuuurp!!!"
Drifted off; felt wetness between legs. Cracked eyes: Sia, tears streaming, sucking my dick like mad.
But after record-breaking loads into Loren, even counting was impossible—my cock didn't twitch.
"Youforgive.. sorryyy... notmadright? Pleeease? Caaain? Slurrrp!!!"
She'd think I carried drunk her to bed and slept beside. Guilt from rejecting kiss made her blow me, but no erection like usual? Crying over it... wait.
Last time, I said boners around loved ones are natural. Does she think my heart's gone now?
Fuck, that's hot.