Eun-a, Is Your Dick Pathetic? (2)
"Mwah… mwah… Eun-a, you…"
"Wh-what…♡"
I layered my lips over hers the way you might soothe someone, then tugged the corner of my mouth up in a teasing, almost mocking little smile.
Eun-a furrowed her brow at the look on my face.
But only for a moment.
The second I put a little pressure into the hand wrapped around her cock, her voice trembled and cracked open soft.
Cute…
Maybe it was the way she'd been raised, but Eun-a sometimes came off as arrogant. Even so, she always carried herself with that matching confidence, and when she was in the wrong she never dug her heels in — she owned it clean. I'd never once caught that sense of entitlement or superiority people usually project onto the upper class.
Just the fact that she hangs out with a guy like me says enough…
Someone who always stood above. Someone who could stand above others without making it unpleasant. That had been my impression of her.
And yet that same girl was hanging her mouth open, eyes gone blank, just from having her cock touched.
How was I supposed to find that anything but adorable?
I figured Eun-a would be the same way in bed…
The type who took the lead, who moved actively. That was what I'd assumed. And in practice, for all her nerves, hadn't she been the one trying to take me?
Apparently all of that had been nothing but my own prejudice.
— Schlup… schlup… schlup…
"Haa…♡ Aaah…♡"
Eun-a's voice grew thinner and thinner. She was fully leaning her weight into me now, body curling in on itself. Pre-cum poured from the tip in thick ropes, slicking her cock and my hand in a sticky sheen.
— Chup-chup-chup, chup…
I put more force into the strokes, moving my fingertips with deliberate boldness. From the base of the shaft I gathered the skin upward in a long pull, riding it all the way until the ring of my grip caught under the head — then dropped my arm straight back down.
"Hngh…♡ Ah…♡ S-Senior…♡ J-just a little, slower…♡"
I repeated it short and fast, and Eun-a's cock jerked so hard it was almost impossible to hold. The soft weight of her chest mashed gently against mine as she leaned into me. The feel of her flushed, sensitive nipples pressing into bare skin was unfamiliar, but this was no moment for leisurely appreciation. Even through the thick wall of her body I could hear her heartbeat thundering — loud enough to tell me exactly how worked up she was.
Any resistance or strangeness at jerking off someone else's cock had already burned away.
— Chup… chup…, schlup♡ schlup-schlup—♡
The flushed veins sliding under my palm with every stroke. The damp heat climbing higher. The wet sounds growing messier. A strange little rush of superiority from the sudden reversal of our roles, and the pure happiness of making Eun-a feel good — all of it evaporated what little resistance remained, leaving only a sadistic kind of pleasure behind.
"Hm? Ohhh?"
At some point I'd dropped my head to get a proper look at Eun-a's monstrous cock. The tiny slit at the tip was spilling without pause, every light pass of my hand wringing more out of it. When I twisted my grip the way you'd gently work a joystick, her cock jumped like a current had run through it and her hips bucked.
"S-Senior, wait—♡ Please, slower—♡"
— Chup♡ chup♡ schlup♡ chup♡ schlup♡
Eun-a clung to me like she was begging. But her pitiful cries only made me shake my hand faster, not stop.
…I thought I was a masochist. Was I wrong?
The way she desperately held back her orgasm was so endearing. Was this what those guys felt when they just wanted to mess with the girl they liked for no good reason?
I pressed a kiss to the cheek of the girl clinging so tightly to me, then seized her cock in both hands. I twisted my wrists in opposite directions, the way you'd turn a doorknob. Her cock hardened and swelled just a fraction more. The head looked ready to burst, puffed up like it'd been stung.
Ah. Eun-a's gonna cum.
A little fast.
Pathetic dick after all.
Cute.
The thought had barely formed when Eun-a let out a dazed, sweetly soaked moan, soft and unfocused.
"Aaaah…♡ Aaaaah…♡"
"Mmph—! Mmphh—!"
— Byurrrrrk♡ byurrk♡
— Byuuuut♡ byuuuut♡
— Byut, byut♡ byuuuut…♡
With her moan, the narrow slit flared open, and on a rough breath her semen surged up in an instant. Lowering my head for a closer look had been a mistake, if anything was. The violently spurting cum slapped against the underside of my chest. I jerked back in surprise at the alien sensation — and the next jet flew straight at my face.
Hot enough I almost thought it'd scald me. Dense, heavy semen. An absurd volume of it, enough to paint my face and body white. For a split second revulsion flickered through me — then I saw Eun-a's blissed-out expression through the white haze of my vision, and satisfaction won out by a mile.
Is that a faint fruit scent…?
People said if you managed your diet carefully enough, it could come out smelling like fruit… but Eun-a was a dedicated carnivore. That was impossible.
Kinda confusing.
In the kind of girl-focused stuff I used to read, they always said cum tasted good. Was I tasting it that way because I'd gone full girl — or was it a change that came with Eun-a becoming a futanari?
Well. Works for me either way.
Anything that let the resistance burn off this fast was exactly what I'd been hoping for.
Still…
I grabbed the blanket crumpled beside us and wiped away the sticky trails of semen. I wasn't ready to swallow the stuff yet. Plenty of women balked at that too — Eun-a wouldn't be disappointed over something this small, right?
I set the blanket aside and looked at her.
Eun-a was still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, burying her face in my chest with her hips giving little tremors. She looked spent, like ash left after a fire had burned itself out — as if she'd poured everything into that first climax. Seeing a side of her so rare made happiness bubble up the way it did when you were surrounded by impossibly cute animals, too much to hold down.
A soft, shameless smile I almost didn't want anyone to see.
Thank god her face was still buried in my chest…
I gently cupped the back of her head and held her there until the muscles in my face settled back into something presentable, keeping her from looking up.
This is nice…
I'd always been fine with dirty jokes, and skinship wasn't exactly foreign to me — but that had always been the same-gender-friends kind. I'd been starving for the wholesome sort of touch that actual couples shared. Our appearances were a long way from wholesome, sure, but still.
"Our Eun-a has a premature little dick, huh?"
I said it playfully, and the head nestled against me jerked hard.
"Th-that's… because it was my first time… That's all. N-next time I'll… hold out longer…. I'm sorry, Senior…"
Eun-a mumbled it in a small, dejected voice. The arms wrapped around me tightened, like she was afraid of letting go.
Ah.
I hadn't been disappointed at all — I'd just been teasing because she was cute. But Eun-a had clearly taken it differently. Fair enough. No guy was going to enjoy hearing his girlfriend call him a premature ejaculator. Eun-a wasn't a guy, but with a cock attached she was close enough to the same species.
Hm? Wait — is she my girlfriend?
She had to be. She'd already said she wanted to date me once I became a girl. That was a confession in everything but name.
I took the face of my freely sulking Eun-a in my hands and lifted it. She was biting the edge of her lip with her upper teeth, the corners of her eyes drooping. A faint sheen of tears clung there as she rolled her gaze this way and that, dodging mine.
I felt a phantom ache, like the cock that was already gone had gotten hard enough to hurt.
Is this what phantom pain feels like?
With that ridiculous thought floating through my head, I tapped her lips with my thumb. My other hand kneaded her cheek, coaxing the downturned corner of her mouth back up.
Eun-a's rare, unflattering face.
And this face was going to be mine from now on…
What could possibly make me happier than that?
"You're sho cute…. That face… ish the besht."
Ah, damn.
All that earlier effort, and I'd gone and made a ridiculous slip like this.
I sealed her mouth before she could say anything, kissing her in a rapid string of little pecks. Then our tongues tangled, and we traded spit. The lingering trace of semen still on my face mixed in, and Eun-a opened her mouth with a strange look.
"What is this…? Why is it so sweet…? Did you put sugar on your face, Senior?"
So it wasn't just me tasting it that way. Eun-a carefully licked at my face, tilting her head.
"I did get your cum on it."
"…So this is what my semen tastes like? Ugh…"
"Ah-ah. That kind of reaction is banned. After I suck you off later, are you going to refuse to kiss me?"
"…No."
"Then endure it."
"Okay…"
"……Pfft."
"……Heh."
With no one to stop us, we pulled each other close and started laughing hard. Something about the feeling was strange. Like I'd inhaled some happiness gas and gotten high on it. At the same time it felt like the second the buzz wore off I'd drop straight back into reality — but holding each other gave this dreamlike situation weight, made it real.
Eun-a through my soft, small, large, lewd body.
Me through the monstrous cock prodding at my stomach.
We laughed like that for a long while, and then I flopped onto my back. I spread my legs, bent my knees, looked up at Eun-a, and said:
"I made you feel good, so… will you do me too?"
I was a masochist at my core. Tormenting Eun-a had opened my eyes to something new, sure — but I couldn't neglect the main job.
So.
Not quite a queen, maybe.
But a woman who knew how to mess with me a little.
"This pussy you got soaking wet — mess it up for me."
I'd just have to raise her right.