Chapter 12 - Lifting Esen
With a bright, sunny face and a cheeky grin, Esen laid a blanket on the cabin floor and gently lowered me onto it. I wondered if there were lingering effects from her heat cycle, but fortunately, what she wanted wasn't some primal battle until her instincts settled—it was just plain old sex. Of course, it wasn't much different from last time since escape was impossible either way.
The moment I slid in until our lower bellies touched, Esen let out a sigh of utter relief.
"Huuuuh—"
The plump entrance gripped me tight from the start, nearly making me lose my mind for a second. Struggling to hold onto my sanity, I quickly said,
"Before we start, one promise. Actually, make it three."
"You're adding conditions again, you coward. Fine, three max."
"No clawing with your nails. Do you have any idea how much it stung?"
Even Monica and her sisters noticed me flinching and asked why—I nearly had a heart attack thinking I'd been caught.
"Sorry about that. I really held back, but I didn't expect your back to end up such a mess."
Yeah. It must've just been a graze from her nails. She probably didn't claw into my back like some novel heroine.
...Considering Esen's strength, if she'd clawed for real, I might've been torn in two. This wasn't some mantis mating ritual.
"Second: keep the noise down. Even if this cabin's in the mountains—"
"No one noticed even when I devoured a deer here."
...Wasn't that just them pretending not to hear?
"Anyway, if you say so, I'll try to control it. So, what's the third?"
Esen, straddling my belly, swayed her hips teasingly. That shameless attitude terrified me—no trace of shyness at all. Was this really the same twenty-year-old virgin from just days ago? I couldn't help suspecting I'd awakened some bottomless lust in her.
...Fuck, it's turning me on.
"Third: just once today. By my count."
"Ah. That's a bit..."
"Didn't you say you're going for special-rank promotion?"
I grabbed Esen's shoulders firmly, like a coach gripping a racer's shoulders at a beastkin derby, the trendy thing these days.
"We've got a mission in two days. Not just any mission—a promotion exam. Gotta manage my condition."
"But what if we relieve pre-mission stress with sex? Wouldn't that be a win?"
Without warning, Esen started rocking her hips. Each thrust of her lust-soaked belly against mine made wet, sticky sounds from our joined flesh. Just a thin condom between our mucous membranes. Her relentless pace sent waves of pleasure crashing in—I was on the verge already.
But I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. Esen, eyes closed and grinning in bliss, timidly cracked her eyelids at my stare.
"Ugh, seriously. What."
"Once."
"Four times."
She thought four was the minimum? My vision went dark.
"Once!"
"Why're you suddenly glaring like my mom and dad?"
Her parents must've had their hands full scolding her. How much trouble did she cause?
Esen kept up her potentially catastrophic thrusting, pressing her body tight against mine and just moving her ass. Then, in a voice starting to pant softly, she negotiated cautiously.
"Three times? That's too much?"
"Once."
"...Two. No more."
Even as she said it like she was pissed, Esen licked my upper body with her tongue. The rough, wet sensation trailed over my collarbone and chest... brushing my nipple. I flinched, and her eyes curved in amusement. Delighted at finding a weak spot, she focused on it relentlessly.
...She's got me hostage.
"Krahk...!"
"So, two?"
Caught off guard by the assault on a spot I hadn't known was sensitive, I nodded frantically. Esen lifted her head with a triumphant grin. She placed a hand on my chest, then slowly raised her hips, savoring the glans scraping out of her.
"Haaaah—."
Her dripping fluids trickled down onto my soaked cock, still slick enough to drown in. She hadn't climaxed, but the aftershocks made her quiver.
"Trying not to moan like you said is killing me. Nearly screamed my lungs out."
I almost let out a girly whimper from the withdrawal too. I clamped my mouth shut and endured.
If rumors spread that "a guy's moans came from down there"...
"Why pull out?"
"To savor it. Like rolling candy on your tongue before swallowing when it's almost gone."
She knew the first round's end was near. Esen seemed to crave that insertion feeling. As I slowly pushed back in, she bit her finger and moaned, her inner walls aching.
Her muscular, pretty legs formed a triangle on her knees. As it squished flatter with deeper penetration, sweat beaded on them, trickling down her body. Her vaginal walls quivered, chewing my cock like savoring a feast. The moment my hypersensitive glans poked her deepest end...
An unstoppable urge to cum exploded from her core.
"Ooooh—huuuaaaah."
Still no full climax for her. But satisfied anyway, her pupils dilated in release.
"This is the stuff."
What twenty-year-old talks like a middle-aged guy finally getting a drink after swearing off booze?
Esen, far from attuned to the mood, didn't pull off. Instead, she clamped my body with her legs, grabbed my backpack, and rummaged out another condom.
"Why does a former virgin carry these? Steal 'em from a hotel?"
"...Bought 'em because of you! Figured this might happen! Just in case, before leaving Cheseni!"
"Whoa, thought I'd hook up again and stocked up? Total slut move?"
Couldn't deny it. I averted my eyes, cheeks burning. I knew she was teasing, so why the flush?
"Scared you'd wanna go raw again. What's wrong with buying?"
"Who's saying it's wrong? I grabbed some on the way too. Hate to hit it once and done."
She tossed the unopened wrapper on my belly with a delinquent smirk.
"But using mine's a waste, so borrow one?"
"You saying that to piss me off?"
"Piss you off? What're you gonna do if I do?"
She pressed the wrapper on my belly with one finger, then tugged the edge with her teeth. Riiip—one side tore off, leaving a rubbery ring in her mouth like a hair tie. Esen nibbled it with her front teeth, grinning.
"Gonna treat me like a bitch and show me my place? Got the guts?"
Blunt, brazen provocation anyone could see through—no sophistication. But effective.
The instant she fitted the new condom and sank back down, I lifted her ass while still buried inside. Esen's eyes widened in anticipation and surprise. Her gaze begged: Do something unexpected.
Legs wrapped around my waist, she moved her hips with a seductive look. What now?
What was this position called in those dirty novels? Facing carry-fuck or something.
"...Lift your hips. Arms around my neck."
"Huh? What? Can't hear a fresh ex-virgin—urk?!"
I hugged her back tight and sat up. My cock plunged even deeper.
"Who's the fresh ex-virgin mocking who? Figure it out yourself."
Her juices dripped onto the blanket. Her walls clenched at the unfamiliar stimulus. Even in this unstable half-kneel, Esen panted under the pressure. Her shaken gaze met mine—doubt, shock. No way. No way.
That "no way" was right.
"Esen, you said you like porter novels."
Duh. For a protagonist whose job is lifting and enduring, there's one unavoidable scene.
I tensed my core and stood fully. Esen finally flung her arms around my neck, clinging tight. Like that first fumbling exchange of virgin heat, like the day I'd imprinted doggy-style's sensation on her maiden pussy, Esen—face flushed like a bitch in heat—rested her chin on my shoulder, trembling.
"You wanted this, right?"
Straight-backed, I stood with Esen clinging like a cat scaling a tree.
I hadn't expected to actually do it, but saying it made my chest swell.
"Carry-fuck."
No reply from Esen. Just thin pants—she could barely breathe. I took a deep breath. Then, slowly, carefully, rocked my hips.
The first thrust in standing carry. Felt weird. Just one cautious pump to avoid injury, but the instant her own weight smacked her walls—
Esen came hard. With a voice of ecstatic joy, moan or answer unclear.
"Uuuungh...!"
From our sex two days prior, I'd learned two things.
First: In the so-called "carry-fuck" position—at least facing carry—the woman moving is easier. No clue about back-carry, which looks rougher; never tried. Hauling a totally uncooperative Esen like luggage to my second load was exhausting, impressive in stamina but draining.
Second: Esen now loved carry-fuck more than any other position.
Thankfully, she settled for just two rounds. She sat by the fireplace with a cat-in-sunshine satisfaction. No way that face alone gave away our secret affair, but I kept glancing back nervously.
Trailing us were the combatants here to assist with Esen's promotion exam. Overseers dispatched from the Hero Party Alliance HQ in the Empire. And...
"You're sweating more than when you were little, Tan!"
"It's Ran, Sister."
"Eek. Right."
Monica Sister, walking so close she might touch my back, glanced around awkwardly with an embarrassed voice. Meeting those pure eyes made me reflect on my sins.
...A crossdressing porter infiltrating an all-women party, getting hot and heavy with a member at night.
If Sister, who'd barely accepted my disguise, learned the other half of the truth...
Guilt prickled my back like an itch.