Chapter 61 - Conclusion: Nidroga
"So."
Reni nodded in admiration.
"Everyone fell for something like that, huh."
"Nngh—! Kyaaah...! Stop...!"
I grabbed her by the hair and pressed her down hard enough to crush her breasts and cheeks against the sheets, while gently supporting and lifting her hips. Then I tapped delicately inside her, probing her depths. There was no need to ramp up the intensity. Unlike with Morgan, her sisters weren't here to turn the pain into pleasure. Just the thick girth stuffing her full was already overwhelming.
But I showed no mercy. My reason had snapped under Nidroga's beauty, and my ears had lost the ability to register words like "wait" or "stop" or "hngh, please."
Her porcelain-perfect ass was turning red where it slapped against my lower belly, and the overflowing wetness made lewd, sticky sounds with every impact.
Morgan muttered in a voice thick with shock. 'So I got the beginner course.'
To spout arrogant lines like 'bury me in pleasure till I die,' you had to actually feel like you might die from the bliss. Handing your body over to instinct alone wasn't enough. You had to constantly consider what would make your partner feel even better. Like how I'd patiently observed and found Nidroga's sensitive spots right now.
"Looks like you can't feel the deep parts much yet. But here..."
Her trembling intensified more when I teased the shallow entrance repeatedly, rather than slamming in hard enough to scoop out the cum I'd poured into her before.
"Urgh... uhnngh...!"
"Definite reaction."
The ridge of my glans scraped along the firm, winding walls inside her. It was cute how the tension in those ever-tight walls suddenly loosened with a shudder. I aligned my hips at the same angle as before and stirred her up again. Slowly, carefully, like a water droplet sliding obliquely down glass.
Her trembling was so intense she clawed at the sheets, unable to contain it. Then her walls clenched tight around me again. Nidroga's body crossed the peak without her even realizing climax was approaching.
Her eyes lost focus. She didn't even seem aware her tongue was lolling out.
I whispered into her flushed ear.
"Feel that just now?"
"Not... feeling... it...!"
"Didn't you just cum?"
"I didn't... cum...!"
— Lying will put you at a disadvantage in the judgment.
"I... didn't... cum...!"
"Really? Guess so."
Even her stubbornly gritted teeth and the eyes straining to glare fiercely were beaded with unshed moisture.
I decided to help Nidroga out. Into her still-spasming depths, unable to settle from the aftershocks, I thrust with a bit more weight.
"Then I'll pound you till you do."
Our hips slapped together with a wet smack, and her head snapped back. Pent-up tears and drool splattered onto the sheets.
The same happened lower down. Juices trickled obscenely down her thighs.
"Keh... ughk...!"
"If you hate it, just tell me exactly how many times you've cum. I'll switch to 'beginner course' for you."
"Shut... up! Shut the fuck up! Me...! I, who brought a kingdom to ruin... to some mule-ass porter like you...!"
Advanced course confirmed. I took it as Nidroga saying she wanted to be handled like Esen or the sisters.
I released her hair and slid my hand to her lower belly instead. Pressing down on her clit drew a scream. A sweet one, like someone tasting honey for the first time and jolting in surprise.
Nidroga must live simply. She'd been trying to pull away, as if rejecting such luxurious pleasure.
I gripped her ass tight to stop her escape, then rubbed side to side gently. My weighted thrusts didn't let up.
Her hips lifted. Legs shot straight, toes shoving the sheets away in a long drag. A beautiful yet utterly vulgar pose, proclaiming her climax with her whole body.
Thicker, denser squirted out.
Not piss, obviously, but I couldn't resist teasing.
"Pissing yourself in front of your friends, Nidroga?"
Even as she convulsed so hard she had to mash her forehead into the sheets, she shook her head desperately side to side.
No candy for dishonest girls. I kneaded her flushed-red ass and mocked her.
"And yet this twitching ass is grinding back against me, begging for more pussy play? Adorable."
"How the fuck does this bastard say that shit so casually?"
Nenya's shocked words threw me off for a second. Yeah, how about that. No—focus. Useless words wouldn't help. To save Dragon's Nest and my party, I had to win this fair and square...
But Nidroga sobbing and twitching nonstop was too cute. Nenya's sharp jab was instantly forgotten.
"Just... a break... time to breathe...!"
"Have I ever given you a break when you said that? 6 hours 30 minutes left."
I paused my hips and showered her neck and waist with kisses. Nidroga shuddered upright to check the score.
The scoreboard was hidden by her horns, but Esen's beaming grin looking down at her told the story. Who was ahead was clear.
"Just... a break... please!"
"Admit defeat to Cock-sama, and I'll let you rest."
"...Hngh, service. I'll service you, please...!"
"Service?"
Her desperate face turned to me as she fumbled for the base of my cock and gripped it tight.
...Surprising, but a solid strategy when cornered. She knew she'd lose like this, so calm herself while boosting my score somehow.
But I wasn't letting her off easy. We were clashing cock and pussy fair and square—no running.
"Beg more politely, and maybe."
"Fuck, you...! You damn porter...!"
"One chance to beg. Three. Two."
"...Cock-sama...! Let me... suck Cock-sama...! Please let me service... your magnificent porter cock...!"
Good girl, enduring the humiliation and finally letting go of her pride. I stroked her head proudly, wiped her tears, nibbled her ear, and pulled her into a kiss.
"Ahh... kahk, cough, heuk...!"
Just drawing her tongue into a thick tangle nearly pushed her overheated body to the brink again.
Crisis and climax. What was the setup and buildup again? Bitsurk, sea battle, Dragon's Nest.
Sudden urge to go easy vanished.
I slowly added weight, flattening her into a straight line. Pressing my chest to her smooth back, she turned with a confused look—like I'd broken a promise.
I'd said I'd consider her begging, not that I'd agree.
I announced my verdict.
"No."
Then I slammed my hips down, crushing her ass.
"Oooogh...!"
"This is punishment for hitting my friends, Nidroga."
I straightened up and spanked her ass with just my hips. Each pull-out revealed it—her hole stretching taut below her cheeks.
It worked, to some extent. Fluids mixed into a sloppy mess, impossible to tell whose sweat or slick it was.
The gush Nidroga leaked top and bottom soaked the sheets—and her.
And I was getting messy too. I gripped her horns, yanked her head back, and nibbled her ear while whispering.
"This is for worrying your friends with your arrogance. Cumming inside again."
"Wuuk, hngk, ugh, don't."
"Why."
"Uuu, I'll go weird...! Turn all weird...! Don't...!"
"Too late."
The pleasure crawling up from my root finally overflowed, sirens blaring it couldn't be contained. The dam broke.
I hammered the flooding cum deep inside her. The carefully developed inner walls clenched tight this time, reacting fully.
"Ah."
My sweat poured over her shuddering back. Nidroga bit down hard, milking me painfully as her whole body climaxed. No beastly moans left her now—just shallow breaths from her arched waist.
After pulling out the second load, reason trickled back. I wiped sweat, carefully extracted my dagger-like cock from her. The glans caught twice at her spasming entrance before popping free, unleashing a cork-pop of clear slick.
We'd die of dehydration at this rate. Feeling the need for a break, I collapsed beside her, panting.
...Damn. Breaking immersion hit hard with reality. Especially since our acquaintances had watched Nidroga and me naked and entangled the whole time.
"The goddess permits it. Eating and drinking doesn't violate the rules."
Someone rolled a water bottle onto the sheets. I grabbed it and turned.
...Didn't want Reni catching on, of all people.
"It's necessary, right? Don't make that criminal face. Mind sharing some honest impressions as comfort?"
"If I say no?"
"It might count as harassment."
"Now I'm curious. Since you brought it up, go ahead."
"Exactly twenty-two times better than that dragon couple I spied on at the beach."
"Aw, you're too kind."
Wonder how she quantified twenty-two times. Scored it or something? No clue how to respond, so I matched her tone.
Reni thumbs-upped and scurried back to her seat. At least she was friendly. No way I was checking the others' faces.
In the awkward silence, sipping water, someone poked my side.
"Hoo, hoo. Just one sip."
Nidroga—who'd been recovering on her side—reached out.
...No, whatever possessed her body.
Immersion broken, reality returned. But denying her a sip felt like prohibited violence under the rules. She'd sweated buckets. Curse that virgin succubus bitch in a party member's body or not, I'd pushed hard while tangled—so a bit of mercy.
"Drink it all. Gonna wreck you again."
I offered the bottle. She took it gratefully, sat up beside me with a groan, and chugged the rest.
"Kuh...!"
She let out a heroic sigh of refreshment and turned to me.
"So, where the hell are we?"
"...Nidroga?"
Her tone had shifted oddly. She grinned at me, then blushed and looked away, fiddling with the horn I'd tugged.
"Yeah. Uh. Whatever."
"Uh. Yeah. Uh-huh."
"For a first time, uh. Yeah. Quite the spectacle. Makes me wanna warn my reckless past self about mouthing off."
As Nidroga gathered scattered towels to cover up, I glanced at the judges.
The Monica sisters smiled awkwardly, holding out the clock. 6 hours 15 minutes left.
I reflected on the 1 hour 45 minutes of what I'd done to Nidroga's body. Then I straightened up and faceplanted into the sheets.
"...Go easy on me."
"Last time you begged me to eat you gently...? No. Whatever. I said I'd save you—no kill or whatever."
Nidroga squirmed awkwardly, then peered behind me like she'd remembered something.
"Who's the crying girl?"
Crying? Now I heard soft sobs. I frowned and turned.
I jolted up and collapsed into Nidroga's arms. Hit her squishy chest and jolted away again, sprawling.
Nidroga snickered at my clumsy landing and tossed me a towel. I wrapped it around my waist, mumbling thanks, and addressed the other woman on the sheets—guessed from her spade-tipped tail.
"Hic, hngk, kuhk."
"Who are you?"
"...Who else, you horny beast bastard...!"
"...Guess I can brag about this. Called a beast by the succubus who conquered a kingdom. But what happened?"
—I admit defeat. In a crawling voice. I was wrong.
The goddess explained while handing back the score sheets.
"Can I keep it as a souvenir?"
Esen wheedled with a pout; the goddess chuckled and returned her paper.
—Now your friend Nidroga is herself again. The calamity that once ravaged an old kingdom can no longer harm dragons. I've reclaimed my wayward daughter, who strayed for absurd reasons long ago. Love truly is the answer to everything.
"I see..."
Nenya nodded, eyes twitching, avoiding my naked body like the plague.
The goddess giggled at the sight.
—So the big fire's out. Go home.
Darkness brightened around us. Peering, we were back in the smithy lobby.
Sudden bad premonition. If someone sent people here? Festival-goers freed from succubus spells or dragon guards checking on us?
"Nidroga. What punishment for getting caught banging the Lord's daughter?"
"Nothing special for touching nobility, but we'd both be embarrassed naked."
"Plenty reason to hurry."
I snatched my clothes from under the cushion, tossed Nidroga hers. As I struggled wet legs into pants, the goddess spoke—unfinished business.
—Well done, Tan Bantai. Your second wish brings heaps of gains.
"Th-thank you."
—Enjoyed the show. Four out of five stars.
"Th-thank you."
—Use your final wish carefully too.
"...What do you mean?"
—Can't say now. If Tena hasn't told you. Focus on your mess first. Don't waste a wish cleaning up.
She vanished transparently, pointing behind me without more explanation. Bewildered why Tena's name came up, but she was right on the rest. I'd crammed legs into pants mid-chat.
"Oh my."
Waiting in the smithy weren't festival-goers or guards. Nidroga's mother covered her mouth, stepping back. Utterly terrifying—she'd casually dropped a bald head presumed to be Gunter Baldenhart.
The bishop's lolling neck landed at an unnatural angle, gruesomely snapped in a couple directions. Like it'd been body-slammed by a dragon.
Half-dressed with bare legs, I gulped and turned. Minus Ishtar and that disaster Lilith, everyone was back safe—in the blankets the goddess gave.
But no blanket for Nidroga. Face buried in her half-on shirt, she sighed softly.
"I can explain, Mother."
"...Clean the messy smithy first, then talk. Anyone hurt?"