Persuasion
Persuasion, Eli thought. Why had they come to the capital, to the Blue Tower? To find a mage. A mage capable of shining in a hero party.
Nia… The top mage, direct disciple of the great sage Serianne. The one who'd pierced Serianne's mana detection to reach this place, who'd shattered the spatial and temporal distortion she'd set up. Her timid personality was a flaw, but personality didn't matter much for an onahole. Expecting an onahole to wield magic and have a great personality would make her a thug. She was a saintess of the Holy Kingdom, not some thug.
"Hmm, sounds good."
"Uh, heheee…"
"Hero, you handle her?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
Even with her disjointed words, the hero replied with a bright smile, as if perfectly understanding her intent. Was it because they were a married couple?
…Well, engaged for now.
"What do you mean 'go ahead'?"
"Onahole Number One, just stay there and masturbate quietly."
Karni, either not grasping the situation or voicing her doubts. Kairan tossed her toward the slime-tentacle mass and said,
"Euuuugh!"
"Huh?"
Kreeee— With a chilling screech, the room's door began to close.
The last thing Eli saw as she stepped outside was Kairan approaching Serianne.
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Serianne watched Kairan for a moment. Once the door sealed shut, she slowly approached.
The massive cock that had been drawing her gaze from the start began to harden, veins bulging as it flaunted its majesty. Her face brimmed with confidence and endless composure.
"Heh…"
Serianne glanced back. Karni, bound in the slime-tentacle mass that had held her moments ago. Her body wrapped head to toe in green tentacles, pussy, ass, throat, and even ears toyed with relentlessly. Would her nipples be next soon? Worry, fear, and envy swirled together.
Jealous? No, dangerous… But she's from a duke's lineage, so she'll be fine.
The worry faded quickly. A duke's bloodline was second only to royalty in rarity and superiority. House Valkrod especially, renowned for producing sword saints generation after generation—a noble line that guaranteed safety. Simple, clear logic.
"Gonna mess with the great sage? Can you handle the fallout?"
Shifting focus from Karni, Serianne spoke as she began gathering mana bit by bit.
"Pfft, after the duke's daughter and the empress, the great sage is no issue."
"…Fair point."
One line from Kairan sapped her will to resist. Of course, she could crush Kairan right now if she wanted. Without Eli and Karni, alone in a mage's lair, she could do it with a flick of her finger. But first, she had no desire to fight a hero. Second, she was incredibly aroused herself. Third, a fight would wreck the room.
"Gonna… be gentle?"
"Pfft, I'll try my best."
"Hngh…"
Kairan's right hand brushed Serianne's cheek. Her left traced breast, waist, hips, sliding lower, ever lower.
"Hngh… ♥"
A simple touch. Places she'd stroked and probed countless times over centuries. Her pussy retained its virginal tightness thanks to elixirs and lofty realms, but it was also a well-used secondhand hole. She'd grown numb to ordinary pleasure. That's why tentacles had opened her eyes.
It's different…!
But this was different. From the start, unlike any masturbation or sex before. Intense pleasure stabbed her brain, as if declaring nothing prior had been real sex or pleasure.
"Hah, grrrgh… ♥"
Something was off. Something inexpressible.
"Hah, hee, hoooh… ♥"
"Sensitive, huh? Still a virgin? Pfft."
"Hah… ♥ Hoooh… ♥ Gr, grip… ♥"
Kairan smiled at Serianne's crumbling expression, a mix of agony and ecstasy. She'd thought it before transmigrating: chaebol heirs were especially easy.
Because they have so much?
Having everything made them obsess over sexual pleasure. Self-made tycoons or socialites who struck gold through marriage—same deal. With so much, ordinary thrills paled; sex became the fixation. And dropping them low was Kairan's—Seoyul's—specialty.
"Here, one."
"Greeeeughhh… ♥"
Flicking her pussy like snapping fingers, Serianne squirted and slid to the floor. Tongue lolling, head thrown back in endless climax. The composed warrior vanished; a bitch submitting to pleasure took her place.
"Serianne's the same in the end."
"Hah, heh? He, hehe… ♥"
"Was hoping for a different reaction."
Getting boring? Lately, especially post-cock, conquests were too easy. Get close, touch a bit, thrust a little—done. They'd spread their wombs, ovulate, impregnate themselves. Felt good, but tiring.
Missing the old thrill?
The tension of almost getting caught by husband or boyfriend, the fear of doxxing yet posting pics online anyway, the excitement of meeting strangers via SNS—gone. Now, if caught, just conquer them too. Simple solution.
A world of beauties was fun yet agonizing.
Stuffed to the brim.
She knew such thoughts were luxuries, but knowing and feeling differed.
"How long can you hold out?"
Kairan scooped up the climaxing Serianne, laid her on the bed, straddled her, and pressed her glans to Serianne's pussy.
"Let's break you good?"
"Hah, heh… ♥"
Squelch—
"Hogogooooh… ♥ Gr, ngh… ♥ Hngh… ♥ Hah, hngh… ♥"
"Ah, nice. Total virgin pussy."
"Hee, hoooh… ♥"
Magical treatment? Despite their romp in the starting village, Serianne's pussy was still incredibly tight. To Kairan, at least. Forcing the walls wide, crushing the womb. Humiliation of her precious girlhood defiled, helplessness of reality, brain-melting pleasure craving defeat. Each element dragged one to the depths, united.
An ordinary person would've surrendered—declared herself a female onahole—with that first thrust. Luckily, Serianne wielded superhuman restraint, clinging to reason.
"Hah, hngh… ♥ Hng, heeup… ♥ Krgh… ♥"
"Moving?"
"Hah, heeek… ♥ Ho, hooooh… ♥"
Slap! Slap! Slapslap! Slap!
Thrusts grew rougher, faster. No adaptation time—savage escalation. Instinct-driven hips, no rhythm or mercy. Serianne learned what losing reason meant.
Womb ravaged, ovulating. Body moved for superior genes alone. Great sage, mage, immortal—all cast aside. Craving to be this woman's wife, or at least onahole. Soul screamed no; flesh prepared for pregnancy.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Hooep… ♥ Chuu… ♥ Chuuurb… ♥"
"Good girl."
The kiss that followed shattered her soul's resolve. Tongues playing, mouth ravaged. Kairan's saliva flooding down her throat filled her body like holy water, invigorating.
"Hhehe… ♥"
I'm done for, Serianne thought. Her brain was breaking.
"How many times you cum?"
"D-donno… ♥"
"Then let's make it exactly ten more."
"Hee, hhehe… ♥"
Slapslapslap echoed long after.
Bed soaked in juices and cum, room filled with moans. Their scents thickened the air, a potent aphrodisiac.
"T-ten… ooooh… ♥"
"Huh? Oh… Ten? Then ten more ♥"
"L-liar eeek… ♥ Hoooooh… ♥"
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"What, still going?"
How much time passed? Eli entered, saying.
Beside her, Nia—drained, eyes unfocused.
"Nia, tell your master."
"M-me…?"
"Who else?"
Eli kneaded Nia's massive breasts with a smile.
"M-Master… S-sorry, but… N-Nia… is… um, E-Eli's onahole now… so… I-I think I gotta go… ♥"
"W-what're you, hngh… ♥ Hoooh… Saying? Nia…!"
Pinned under Kairan, Serianne cried out.
"Serianne, give permission."
"Hoo…?"
Slap!
"Give permission."
"N-nooo…!"
Slap! Slap!
"Give permission."
Slap!
"Permission."
"Y-yes! Yeees…! I g-give it! S-so don't break my womb…! Ah, aaaaah…."
After pounding her womb repeatedly, Kairan finally flashed a bright smile.
"See? Serianne's a good girl too."
Kairan smiled at Serianne. A smile brighter than any.