Dual Press
The moment I drifted off to sleep, I stepped into the dream without fail, just as I always did.
"Came, did you?"
When I opened my eyes she was standing by the window. Her hair was two-toned—violet on the outside, orange underneath—and she wore a white T-shirt that left one shoulder bare.
So this was that bottomless fashion people talked about. The light from the window filtered between her long, straight legs, the view quietly, unmistakably lewd.
She noticed the direction of my gaze and smirked.
"Curious about what's underneath, are you?"
She slowly lifted one side of the T-shirt. Short shorts appeared beneath the fabric.
"Tch."
I clicked my tongue, and she giggled as she sauntered closer.
"A new civilian character?"
"Something like that."
With two covenants already holding the Dark Elf skill, there was no longer any need for her to take that form herself. She must have pulled a fresh character for that reason.
Before I knew it she was right in front of me. We shared a deep kiss, and I stroked the slender curve of her waist as I spoke.
"I ran into a bit of trouble today."
"Trouble? What sort?"
"Im Hana and Lamia found out they both possess the same skill."
"Oh dear."
She clicked her tongue lightly and continued.
"I failed to consider that. It is a rare skill, after all."
"Yes. They didn't discuss how they obtained it, but just reading each other's faces was enough to put the pieces together."
"Meaning making further covenants with the same skill will be difficult from now on."
"Pretty much."
A question occurred to me, and I asked her.
"The characters you cosplay as—you can't simply invent them however you like, can you?"
"Exactly so. Only characters that already possess a proper narrative can serve as vessels."
She began to grumble.
"A pity. The characters I prepared with such care have become useless."
"Huh? You don't have to go that far—"
"Enough. Now that things have turned out this way, it cannot be helped."
Still muttering, she stepped back from me.
"Wait—characters, plural?"
"Indeed. I had prepared one more."
"I'm curious what kind. Could you show me?"
"Shall I?"
Apparently she, too, felt it a waste for a carefully prepared character to go unseen. She changed her appearance on the spot.
The new form was a woman with violet eyes and blonde hair tied in a ponytail. A black robe clung to her body, the deep plunge of its neckline exposing the valley of her full breasts nearly down to her navel.
Underneath that robe she was almost certainly completely naked.
She watched my gaze drop to her cleavage, smiled sweetly, and waved both hands. A swirl of luminous light danced between her fingers.
"Oh. A mage, then?"
"No."
"No?"
"Precisely speaking, a follower enthralled by a cursed black magic grimoire. Without the book she is nothing more than an ordinary person."
"Ah..."
The world really did contain every strange character imaginable.
"Couldn't we just use that character?"
"Enough. While I prepare, go find the other girls."
She thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers as if a fine idea had struck her.
"What was the mood between those two?"
"Hmm. Curious, but they were choosing their words carefully? It's awkward to spill dream affairs in a place full of people, after all."
"No signs of rivalry or open conflict?"
"Nothing like that."
"Then it is settled."
"What is?"
"You said you wished to hold both of them at once, did you not? Do so."
I could only tilt my head.
"I seem to recall getting scolded the last time I brought that up."
"That was then. This is now."
I had no idea what the difference was supposed to be, but if she said so, so be it. I might live as a woman in reality, yet a woman's heart remained a mystery I would never fully understand.
"Now go."
"Yes."
I stepped through the rift she opened, and a beach appeared before me.
I scanned the surroundings and found Im Hana without difficulty. She was looking around as if she had no idea why she was suddenly here; the moment she spotted me she hurriedly averted her eyes.
Her breasts seemed larger than the first time I saw her. Was I imagining it?
I approached with that thought in mind, and Im Hana began to fidget. She clearly had something she wanted to say, but speech was not permitted to her here.
I walked up behind her, drew her into my arms, and guided her hand onto my cock.
"..."
When her fingers closed around something hot and hard, Im Hana startled. Yet she made no move to snatch her hand away.
One of my arms circled her waist; the other kneaded her full breast.
No doubt about it—her chest had grown since the beginning. Another effect of the dream, most likely.
While I savored the springy softness of her breast, her breathing gradually turned ragged.
We had been joining our bodies every night; I could read her state from the sound of her breath alone.
I wasted no more time and pushed inside her. The instant my hands settled on her hips she bent forward of her own accord, presenting herself in the easiest position to take me.
A hot gasp burst from her lips. As I rolled my hips slowly, she answered each thrust with another searing breath.
I watched her pant and huff, then abruptly stopped and sat down right there, leaning back to admire the view of her ass.
Surprised by my sudden recline, Im Hana hesitated for a moment before she began to bounce herself down onto me, continuing the act on her own.
She had already experienced this position once in the bathroom; the awkwardness had largely left her movements.
I was watching my disciple's rapid improvement with quiet satisfaction when Im Hana, still scanning the open surroundings with uneasy eyes, suddenly startled and pitched forward.
I looked past her and saw Lamia standing a short distance away on the sand—also completely naked—one hand covering her mouth, her face painted with shock.
Im Hana curled in on herself for a second, then tried to scramble up and flee.
I caught her, pinned her to the sand, and drove into her from above—the so-called mating-press position.
Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, silently begging to be released, but I only looked down at her and slammed my cock into her even harder.
A quick glance over my shoulder showed Lamia standing half-turned, face flushed deep red, openly masturbating. Our eyes met and she hastily looked away, yet her hands never stopped working her breasts and sex.
She really was a consistent character.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that someone was watching. A heavy fullness gathered low in my gut, and climax rushed up on me.
I did not hold back. I poured my seed straight into Im Hana's womb.
She twisted beneath me with a look of pure disbelief, but I refused to let her go until every last drop had been emptied into her body.
Only after I finished did I release her. She covered her eyes with one hand and simply gasped for air, no longer even thinking of escape.
I turned slowly toward Lamia.
The moment our gazes locked, she squirmed at the waist and panted hard.
Just a little more—she was so close to climax she could taste it, and the inability to tip over the edge was driving her frantic.
Even after one ejaculation my cock remained rock-hard. I approached, laid her down on the sand, and slid into the hole already dripping from her own fingers.
Lamia answered me with eager heat. I gripped her thighs and thrust; she shuddered as if she might faint.
After a stretch of deep strokes I rolled onto my back and guided her astride me. She needed no further invitation—she began to ride me with fierce enthusiasm.
Unlike Im Hana, who still found the cowgirl position a little awkward no matter how many times we did it, Lamia moved with practiced ease, far more accustomed to using her body this way.
Wet, lewd sounds filled the air. Suddenly another set of ragged breaths reached me; I turned my head and saw Im Hana, still lying a short distance away, peeking at us through her fingers.
From her vantage she had a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of Lamia's pussy.
She looked flustered—this was clearly the first time she had witnessed another couple's act so blatantly—yet she could not tear her eyes away.
I flipped us again so that I was on top. Then, to give Im Hana an even clearer view, I pushed Lamia's knees high, lifting her hips, and once more assumed the mating press.
Even in the same position Lamia's reaction was nothing like Im Hana's.
Where Im Hana had thrashed violently from side to side trying to escape, Lamia simply panted hot breaths and turned her face aside, holding still as if locking eyes with the woman watching from a few paces away.
That heavy fullness returned to my gut. I pulled out of Lamia's womb and painted her breasts thickly with cum.
She looked up at me with an expression that clearly asked why I had not finished inside her, then shielded her eyes against the bright sun overhead.
When I turned, Im Hana—who had been rubbing her cum-smeared entrance while she masturbated—flinched and covered her face with her free hand.
Too late.
Getting herself off so eagerly while both Lamia and I watched meant she was still far from satisfied.
I went to her again, turned her onto her stomach, and shoved the cock she so clearly wanted into the messy hole already slick with semen and saliva.
Every deep thrust produced a loud, wet squelch; Im Hana seemed not to know what to do with herself. Each time I buried myself to the hilt she stared in disbelief at the white fluid that oozed from her entrance.
Before long she was seized by a violent climax. Her hips quivered and spasmed; when I sprayed the rest of my load across her body she collapsed without even thinking of covering her face, only shallow gasps escaping her lips.
Having knocked Im Hana out of commission, I turned back to Lamia. I put her in the same rear-entry position, came once more, and only then did she too go limp on the sand, unable to move.
I gathered both of them up and carried them to a single spot. Then I sat them side by side—still dazed—and perched myself on a rock in front of them.
I looked down quietly. After a brief hesitation the two of them slowly leaned forward and began, together, to clean my still-throbbing pillar with their mouths.
Only then did I truly understand that both of them had become my covenants completely. When I rewarded them with a little of the essence I had taken, their tongues worked even faster.