Whipping Up a Storm (5)
The sensation of my entire body being seized by this amplified ecstasy made me feel utterly dominated. If Isaac had truly flown far away and become nothing more than the puppet of raw desire, this would be exactly how it felt.
It wasn't such a terribly wrong analogy. At least not right now… Whether willingly or unwillingly, I had decided not to pay any attention to my conscience's protests.
If I had truly been acting rationally, I shouldn't have been mixing our bodies like this in the first place.
"…Hoo."
I exhaled a short breath and wiped the sweat from my eyes. My entire body was slick and wet—not just me.
"Ugh… hah… heu…"
"…"
"St, still… feels like it's going to break…"
The woman lying beneath me was the same. Her flawless, snow-white skin was drenched in sweat and every other bodily fluid imaginable.
This was because I pulled out at the last second each time her climax approached, instead of staying inside her.
Sometimes into her mouth, sometimes onto her chest, sometimes right above her navel.
Repeating her orgasms over and over until dawn made it inevitable that this would be the result.
Still, I didn't feel anything close to disgust. The sight of her wiping away the white semen on my cheek was endlessly captivating.
"Ah…?"
Without a word, I reached out and lightly traced the corner of her lips.
Tia was momentarily startled, but soon she sensed my intention and parted her lips.
My fingers slipped straight into her slippery mouth.
"…Brue…"
Tia smiled softly with a dazed expression, and I continued exploring the depths of her mouth.
I tugged her tongue playfully, scraped the roof of her mouth, then gently stroked her teeth again.
In every single action, Tia never resisted. Instead, she would subtly pull my wrist, as if urging me to do more.
And those very actions were the fuel that let me keep this desire burning strong.
Logically, an ordinary adult man should collapse after no more than five ejaculations, yet—
*How many times was it now?*
This scorching all-night sex started early last evening and had continued straight into dawn.
I could overlook the second round… If the partner had been anyone but a woman of a dragon race's stamina, one of us would have already collapsed long ago.
How many times had I truly felt her inside and come?
I hadn't counted each one, but at least I had gone over five or six.
That lingering question I had once wondered about while making love with Lottie in secret. No, it was more than a question—an absolute certainty.
How was it that, as a mage, I was apparently far tougher than any ordinary knight?
At the very least, in this area…
If I had enough stamina, I probably could have kept going for a full ten or more times.
"…Hoo."
I blew a light breath to push my bangs aside. Then I withdrew the hand that had been stirring inside her, dipped the tip of my index finger now coated in saliva into my own mouth for a moment, and pulled it out.
Tia watched every movement with her eyes fluttering. Lying beneath me, she had both hands gently clasped over her chest.
"…Isaac."
Soon she called my name carefully. While glancing sideways as if slightly nervous, she spoke in a sweet tone.
"K-Kiss… Can you do it again?"
"…"
"If you don't want to, it's fine, but…?"
I didn't wait for her to finish. I simply showed her with action.
I gripped her chin firmly and held it up. Her eyes widened in shock.
For just a moment, until her green irises were hidden behind her fluttering eyelids.
Without a word, I pressed my lips to the corner of hers. A soft "chup" sound echoed, and then our tongues tangled.
"Mm… huh…"
The moment our lips met, Tia pulled me into her neck as if she had been waiting.
Because she had lifted her upper body halfway, her breasts clung tightly to my body.
Her still-hard nipple at the tip was truly impressive, yet Tia ignored it and focused entirely on the kiss.
"Chup… chup… hah… huh… um…"
"…"
She was truly wonderful. While flushing the tips of her ears bright red, she pushed her own saliva deep into my mouth without letting go for even a second.
In the eyes that reopened a short while later, an endless surge of affection for me bloomed.
Pure love it was not, yet that very fact made me feel at ease.
Because this kind of affection was something I could accept without the slightest burden.
*It would have been even better if it had been easier.*
I only needed to return it.
Nothing more to it?
As she poured her desire onto me, it was only fair that I would pour mine onto her.
This had been a bed of a relationship from the very start that was sticky and unconventional.
I couldn't detect the scent of others like Lottie, and I couldn't read thoughts or fragments of emotion like Tia.
Still, one truth could be stated: Tia was clearly showing me sufficient goodwill.
And there was no pretense in that feeling.
In any case, wasn't she someone I had to be grateful to?
By her own doing, she had given me the maximum freedom to interfere in the imperial academy, and she had also taken care of my climax.
Moreover, she even considered my twisted desires despite being so kindhearted.
There was no reluctance. Compared to the first meeting days ago, my feelings toward Tia were now far more positive.
"…Isaac…"
"…"
At last, after the sticky kiss ended, she pulled her head back slightly.
I gently brushed aside her hair and spoke.
"Tia."
"Ye…?"
"…"
I hesitated before continuing, but then thought, *What the hell.*
Perhaps I wasn't entirely sane right now either.
I wasn't the only one dominated by desire.
Quietly, I reached near her collarbone. I carefully pinched her slender neck, which showed a bewildered expression.
Tia blinked in confusion, and I continued in a somewhat embarrassed voice.
"W-What? If you don't like it, push me away."
"Ah…"
Before our relationship began today, it was she who had spoken first.
*If you don't want to, push me away. If what I'm doing isn't helping to make your heart feel good.*
This time the roles were reversed.
I quietly strengthened my grip.
"…! Huh… hic…"
If I wasn't using any magic or other powers… Tia’s physical abilities were only slightly better than an ordinary woman’s.
That was why gripping her neck wouldn't feel as pleasant as it should…
Yet while looking up at me with trembling eyes, she never tried to push me away.
She only twisted her lips slightly and conveyed her words with her mouth shape alone.
*'Isaac is a pervert.'*
'…'
*'A real bastard.'*
She let out a laugh. It was a playful smile that seemed to say *do it a little harder*.
I bit my lip hard, yet I couldn't stop the slight twitch of my facial muscles.
Why were all the women around me like this? None of them seemed sane.
I wasn't in a position to complain, but at least if I was choking her neck, I should have been pushed away, right?
Instead, making her lower body even wetter out of satisfaction was what kind of situation was this?
Even the last bit of lingering worry vanished in an instant.
"…Kyah!"
I immediately gripped her neck tighter, and while she writhed in pain, she refused to let go of the thing inside her belly.
The buildup of climax was already there.
If I had been careless, semen would have come out soon, yet I still had no intention of pulling out my penis from inside her vagina.
"…!"
Tia seemed to have noticed the signs too. While showing a pained expression, her eyes trembled as she looked at me.
It was like a gaze asking *Are you okay?*
"…Tsk."
I couldn't hold back and clicked my tongue. What gave her the right to suddenly start caring about my position after provoking me like this?
That contradictory attitude made me strongly press down on her lower belly.
*Squish—!*
"…Huh… hic?!"
Her already tightened neck twisted her expression even more.
She trembled violently, yet she couldn't hide the flush of arousal.
Whether it was a good thing or not, it seemed she wasn't in pure agony.
"…It's the same for you too. You pervert."
"Hah…!?"
I muttered as if giving up, and that marked the limit.
Finally, leaving a bright red handprint on her neck, I thrust my hips forward.
*Thrust!*
"──!!?"
The thick cock inside her pushed in strongly, making her walls clench violently around it. The peak pleasure reached its absolute limit.
*Gulp… gulp…!*
"Haaah—huh!?"
The intense lightning bolt named *pleasure* smashed into my head, and Tia’s body arched in sexual ecstasy, her eyes rolling back.
My white semen poured deep inside her. It stirred the very end of the inner passage, dyeing the cervix white.
"Hic… huh… eyuk… wub… hss…"
Tia’s waist, lifted from the bed, showed no sign of descending again.
She simply kept my thing locked in her mouth and refused to let go.
It was as if she was squeezing me to the absolute limit. After her body shook for a long time, she finally collapsed onto the bed.
"Hic…!?"
My softening cock naturally slipped out between her legs, and the shock made Tia tremble all over again.
No, not once—almost four times. Each time her body convulsed, fresh semen flowed from between her thighs.
By the time the convulsions finally subsided.
"…Hoo… hoo…"
She looked up at me with eyes that looked on the verge of death. That blurry gaze that seemed about to lose its light.
"…Ugh."
She tried to say something, but she simply collapsed again.
"…I’m going to die."
"…"
She left that one last word.
Her consciousness had faded.
I silently looked down at her naked body. Precisely at the crack between her thin hips, where my seed was still leaking out.
"…Hm…"
I propped my chin on my hand and thought for a short while, but it wasn't a long consideration.
The answer had already been decided.
*So you don’t think at all and just squeeze inside. Did it feel tight? If it’s satisfying you, I’ll let you come inside once.*
…That was what I said, but really, I didn’t need to keep it exactly as it was.
"…"
I glanced at Tia’s sleeping face as if she had fainted.
Then, without a word, I reached out.
Toward the space between her legs.
*Thrust…!*
*'…What.'*
I had asked her to fill me inside, not to scrape me out again. I had no intention of leaving it like that.
In any case, it wasn't a lie.