A Room Fit for Heat
The hotel room, said to be perfect for heat season, was downright luxurious. The bed stood out especially—a gorgeous setup evoking a hot spring bath, with a frame depicting a wooden tub and a duvet and mattress patterned with waves reflecting a forest. ...We lay there, soaked through with all sorts of fluids, utterly embarrassed at the thought of defiling this pristine work of art.
Just as I was having these sage-like thoughts, wrapped up like a soul in a cocoon because something felt so off about it all, Esen—tragically—started begging again.
"More."
Guess she wasn't satisfied. Heat didn't seem like something you could quench with just one go.
"More, porter. Moreee ❤"
She rubbed her forehead between my shoulder and jaw. Her firm thighs coiled around me thickly. With sweat-slick hands, she kept fondling her own slit, clinging to me relentlessly without a care for my stamina. The worst part? Seeing Esen like that made my cock harden right back up.
In this moment, when I felt like she might wring me dry until I dropped dead, the only brave part of Tan Bantai was the thing between my legs.
Charge.
Shut your trap.
Cock and brain at odds. The vote went straight to my heart. I swallowed hard and said,
"No."
"Whyyyyy."
"Any more than this, and it'll mess with the job."
Esen's hazy eyes cleared a bit.
"...My little sister's a researcher at the Imperial Magic Tower. I have to be the breadwinner for her tuition and living expenses. And my contract says I need at least ten expeditions over the next three months to keep it valid."
"So?"
"I already put her in danger by blowing off steam on her like that. Sure, with terms like these, 100,000 gold's manageable somehow. But at the same time... I need this gig with the party. Desperately."
"Hmm. You mean after going all out with me, you might not have any stamina left for the next mission?"
"Pretty much."
"Aren't you being a bit dramatic? It's just sex."
Esen pouted like she was sulking and flicked my cock with her thigh.
"Even if you can't fully quench my heat on your own, I get it. I just want you to stick with me till the end. And look—your dick's still standing tall and healthy."
I looked at Esen with sad eyes. I wanted to. Deep down, I wanted to pound her till I died, tomorrow be damned. A mere porter dashing through danger zones with no time for dates—what chance did I have with a girl like Esen? Sure, she was intimidating in her own way.
But I'd made a promise to myself. Work comes first.
Esen clicked her tongue, then nodded like she got it and sat up.
"Hmm. No wonder you're so capable. A dutiful porter forged by circumstance, huh."
Her eyes narrowed as she flashed a big grin.
"Hearing that just makes me hornier. What now?"
Esen had no intention of letting me off easy. Probably wouldn't even after I was spent.
I'm fucked. All I could think was how the protagonist in a novel's opening was doomed.
"Hey, hey."
But Esen didn't force herself on me. Instead, she crawled seductively over my body and whispered.
"On days when my heat was really bad, I couldn't even go near people. Scared I'd lose control and pounce. Especially on strong-looking guys—I was terrified I'd just grab anyone and fuck them senseless. Just like you said."
Her sweet, ripe breath slipped into my still-unbuttoned shirt. She was nuzzling into my loose sweater, the only clothing we hadn't stripped off yet.
"That's when I'd read books."
"...Books?"
"Dirty books. You brought up novels out of nowhere in front of that troll yesterday, remember?"
Novels were a porter's perfect pastime—melts away the hours. Though if you had the energy for heavy topics, better to focus on work. So I stuck to light reads.
...Like that lewd NTR porter novel I'd blurted out in front of Esen. Remembering what I'd said, I squeezed my eyes shut in shame.
Esen giggled.
"Didn't wanna know your jerk-off material, but fair's fair since you told me yours."
"It's not— I mean—"
"Mine was porter stories."
I couldn't believe my ears. Esen's eyes sparkled mischievously from inside the sweater. The elastic was stretching out, but compared to her tits pressed fully against me, it was nothing.
"Not curious why?"
"N-not... really."
I lied through my teeth. But my cock was brutally honest, ready for action. Esen stroked it smoothly as she spoke.
"No matter how hard I looked, only porter stories calmed my heat even a little. Do all the horny writers flock to that genre? Or am I just wired that way?"
She murmured on. Stories where she'd gotten soaked reading about porters.
A porter turned emotional punching bag by party members, harboring resentment.
Or one nursing a dark crush from the start, worming into the naive party's midst.
Sharing dry friendships with oblivious male heroes while methodically targeting heroines who let their guards down.
Shouldering their loads too, building favor by exploiting their innocence, teaching them he was no threat—then springing the trap.
Rooting out secrets with meticulous effort, grabbing weaknesses; slipping aphrodisiac herbs into their water.
After long, painstaking preparation no careless hero could dream of, finally pinning flushed faces to the bedsheets.
Ravaging gasping lips with fingers, gripping reddened asses from spanking, and thrusting cock deep to claim them.
"That's when the trash porter's tale is complete."
Esen's whisper tickled my heated neck.
"Defiling the hero's childhood friend behind his back as he serves the world. Stealing the count's fiancée who's dutifully waiting at home. An irredeemable human scum. But isn't it weird?"
"Wh-what...?"
I struggled to answer, trying to push away her increasingly tender strokes on my thickening cock. But Esen's closeness only grew hotter.
"Porters serve the party for the world too, working diligently every day. They put in more effort than naive heroes or absent counts—caring more meticulously, giving heroines way more pleasure. So why are only porters the bad guys?"
Sophistry. NTR bugs people because it forcibly crushes emotional distance. Esen was just provoking me, spouting stuff to stoke that taboo thrill.
And damn, it was working. Veins bulging on my cock brushed her hand.
"Heroes, thieves, demon lords, knights—no matter the novel... none prepare as long or fuck as sensually as porters."
"Th-that's... just fiction. Not real porters—"
"Hey. What if—just hypothetically—you fucked me right now like those noble porter cocks from the novels."
Now it wasn't her hand; her pussy rubbed my cock. Esen bit her lower lip, pressing even closer. Fluids overflowing from her virgin slit just minutes ago smeared my lower abs.
"If you coated me with yourself before any hero, thief, demon lord, knight, or even other Tigress could touch me—"
The fuse in my head blew. Like a wheel with a busted axle, I could only think one way.
I tore off my shirt. Then sealed Esen's nonsense-spouting mouth with my lips.
The kiss was clumsier than the sex. Both of us just thrilled messily at the feel of lips meeting. After savoring the sensations, I pulled back and asked,
"Coated me, huh? If I fuck you like a bitch and paint you all over, then what?"
A whore's smile bloomed on the face that'd been virgin ten minutes ago. Like a cub was still a tiger.
Lewdness overflowed from her golden eyes, glowing like the moon in darkness.
"Every heat from now on, I'll crave only your cock. Just like how I'd bury my nose in porter novels and masturbate furiously back then."
Esen's teeth nipped my collarbone.
"Worth staking my career on, right?"
"...Seeing you talk shit like that, no way."
I yanked Esen roughly, flipping her onto her stomach. We both knew she wouldn't get hurt if I manhandled her.
But I was a man too. I could indulge her fantasy of a virgin pussy ravaged by a villain.
Unlike what she'd said, no long preparation, no hero in the party as her lover let alone a man—but I skipped the buildup boldly.
I grabbed her flushed cheek, smashing it into the bedsheet. Ravaged her panting lips with fingers. To leave red handprints, I spanked her ass hard.
"Kyaaah—?!"
A scream thick with surprise and triumph, more than pain.
"I'm not fucking for fun. Just easing your heat. To keep the party's fighting strength up."
"Oh, is that so?"
"If you go prancing around leaking pussy juice and stamina, the mission fails and the party's rep tanks."
I gripped her waist hard with my left hand. Like she couldn't escape anywhere.
Right hand aimed my cock at the entrance of the bitch twitching in anticipation of coming pleasure.
"So this is for the party. An extension of porter duty. Got it?"
I tore open her 20-year-sealed pussy without mercy. Insertion alone climaxed her; her tongue lolled out again.
I yanked her hair as she silently clawed the sheets.
This time, I whispered in her ear.
"Answer."
I slammed my cock into her still-trembling depths. New shivers joined her quaking body.
"Answer me."
From day one, she rubbed me wrong. The casual speech, smashing my resolve like it was nothing. Putting herself in danger. Acting like she'd fallen for me on a whim. And right to the end... that arrogant face.
"Hah. Hit. Dunno... "
Esen trailed off, sticking out her tongue. Tilting her sweaty chin as arrogantly as possible, she added,
"...Sir?"
Open provocation behind the laugh.
Her meaning was clear: 'More.' But not the answer I wanted.
I thrust root-deep without forgiveness. Esen wailed sweetly.
Her tiger tail fluttered above her ass, jerking skyward and falling each time I stabbed deep.
"If that's your wish. If you want treating like a bitch."
Squelch.
"Till that throbbing womb shatters."
Squelch.
Watery slaps grew louder. Each scrape of my glans on her walls dripped climax nectar onto the bed.
"Till it's not empty anymore."
Sloooosh.
Glans ridge dragged slowly out, tormenting her insides meticulously. No spot untouched.
"I'll fuck you full."
Gasping for breath, Esen collapsed, waist quivering. No running now. I chased relentlessly, plastering my hips to her ass.
Her soft ass flesh squished under my abs. Beast-mating posture.
As my deep-thrust cock kissed her depths, Esen's fingers finally ripped the sheets.
Her broken pussy clenched desperately. She was thrilled to death.
Overwhelmed by unbearable stimulation. And anticipation of more pleasure ahead.
Her walls gripped my hilted cock arrogantly. I twisted her nipple like punishment.
Pulled out from her slackening pussy, then rammed deep again. Felt her climax through every pressed inch.
Gripping her firm thighs contrasting her soft ass, I yanked my cock from her hotter-than-body-temp pussy.
This time, I sprayed across her sweat-slick, heaving back.
As she moaned like leaking fluids, lost in a daze, I tugged her ear and whispered,
"Just like those lewd porter novels you love so much, losing your mind over."