Alchemy Conference (17): No Kissing—That's for Lovers
Even if we have sex, kissing somehow feels like something we shouldn't do. That's... that's something you do with someone you love. An act of affection between lovers. And honestly, we don't need to kiss just to fuck. My body might be a woman's now, but my mind is still a man's. Kissing feels like admitting mentally that I'm a woman too.
With those contradictory thoughts swirling in my head, I block Cain's lips. I just close my eyes and savor the chilling pleasure rippling from my chest...
"Hoot, mm, mm... Eung...! Eut, ah...?"
When kissing doesn't work, Cain lowers his head like he's saying he'll suck on something else instead. As I gaze at him through hazy eyes, his lips touch my breast, still red from his rough kneading moments ago. One hand wraps around my back while the other hand and his mouth tease both breasts at once.
Almost instinctively, I throw my head back and arch my upper body, thrusting my chest out for easier sucking. It's not my will—it's just a reflex imprinted in this body, I rationalize. Seeing me like this, Cain aggressively gropes my jiggling breasts and devours them like he's starving.
"Cain, you're such a pervert...? Hoot, hreung... Not a baby anymore, and you're sucking on my tits...? Kyaa...! Mm, mm! Hreeung!"
"It's Terria's fault for being so slutty. Sticking your chest out like that—doesn't that mean you want it sucked?"
"No, that's not it... Haeng! Eung, mm... Haaah."
It's so embarrassing, but thinking of how Clechia sometimes fondled my breasts makes it seem not so weird. He sucks a bit roughly, but there's also this tender gentleness, like handling fragile glass, and it melts my heart. My face burns hot, but deep down, maybe this is what I've been craving.
Then Cain flicks my hardened nipple with the pointed tip of his tongue. He teases the soft tip of flesh like rolling a lollipop around to melt it slowly.
"Haaang... I like it there... Do it more, pleeease... Haaeng!"
No milk's gonna come out no matter how much he sucks, but I watch him slurping at my breast like a baby. Amid the flood of shame, I can't help finding it cute, so I stroke his hair. Cain lifts his head slightly and smiles.
"Mm, haeng! Hoot, eut, mm... Haaeng...!? D-don't bite...!"
My nipple, erect to the point it could be tied in a knot, gets nibbled between his teeth. Each time, a jolt of electric pleasure makes my legs tremble as I grab his head.
After tormenting my breasts for a good while, Cain finally pulls away. Saliva coats my glistening nipples, a thin strand stretching from them to his mouth like a thread—insanely erotic. He glances up with a face flushed redder than usual from the alcohol, grins, and strokes my hair.
I know why he's smiling. That conqueror's satisfaction from seeing a woman's aroused, lewd face as the result of his touch. Of course, he never expected that woman to be me.
"Haa, haa... Don't bite, pleeease...!"
"Doesn't Terria get off on the biting? It'd be nice if you'd be honest."
Cain smirks playfully. I glare at him like I'm annoyed, but my pleasure-glazed blue eyes sparkling with no effect whatsoever. Truth is, each bite sends lightning-bolt pleasure flashing through my brain. I realize my thighs are rubbing together unconsciously.
This fully aroused body craves stronger stimulation now. My belly hums, begging for new pleasure, different caresses. And I know exactly where.
Cain's hand slides downward. His fingertips press from my solar plexus over my pale belly, tracing the lewdly gentle curve of my lower abdomen, down to my crotch.
"Mm? Wanna tell me once?"
The plump mound perfect for groping is already soaked through my panties. As his rough finger slips inside, hot wetness gushes out from within. The tight pink slit has never been touched before—not by anyone else, not even by me. I have no idea what it'll feel like.
"Ah...!"
But instinctively anticipating the pleasure about to hit, chills race up my spine and I let out a small gasp. With his arm still firmly around my waist, I don't even think to resist—I surrender completely.
Squelch. A lewd wet sound echoes as his finger plunges into my pussy. Just one finger, but the sensitive foreign intrusion feels intense—not because it's thick, but because my pussy is so impossibly tight. Love juices drip from his finger as Cain teases.
"Terria, you get so wet, huh?"
"Y-yes... Haaeng...! Hreung...! Mm, mm, hreeung!"
Regardless of my will, my pussy clenches and chews on the invading finger like it's trying to block it. The sensation of it softly scraping my inner walls feels so good. Wet schlicking sounds mix with my moans, filling the room with obscene harmony as my pussy keeps squirting fluids.
Soon he touches my tail, slick with pussy juice, with his other hand, doubling the pleasure. I tremble and grab his arm, but his log-like limb doesn't stop—it speeds up instead.
"Terria, you're dripping so much your pants are soaked."
"S-sorry, so sorry... Hoot, mm, haaang! Haaaang...!"
Cain, who always speaks so elegantly, using such vulgar words—it's a first. Now two fingers slide in, and when he presses the front wall, my hips buck wildly as I howl like a bitch in heat through slick lips.
Come to think of it, Cain was my mentor when I was young. Even if it's not anymore, is this okay? It feels like I'm doing something I absolutely shouldn't.
The moment I realize that, my inner walls clamp down harder on his fingers. Cain nods knowingly.
"Shall we move to the bed?"
"Hreung... Mm, hoot. Y-yes...!"
My legs give out, trembling, but Cain supports me and carries me to the bed. Like I've been drugged, the staggering woman offers no resistance to his embrace.
Lying on the soft bed, Cain's hand goes to my waist. I lift my hips to make it easy, and in an instant, my snow-white, utterly lewd naked body is exposed.
"Spread your legs?"
"Eut...!"
Is this right? Even if it's not my body, is this okay? Lying naked under a man, exposing my most private part—is this right?
For a moment, doubt creeps in that something's wrong, but the security of someone focusing entirely on me chases it away. It's not about sex with a man—it's just enjoying physical pleasure. Maybe that's why I drank all evening. Sober, I couldn't handle it.
I spread my legs in an M-shape, fully exposing the pussy soaking my crotch. Cain's eyes widen in shock.
"Terria... you're a virgin...? You sure it's okay with me?"
"...Yes. It's fine...!"
It's not my body anyway—who cares who takes my virginity? That staring gaze is more burdensome. My twitching pussy begs him to hurry, and after staring for a moment, he buries his face there.
"Cain...?"
Not knowing what he's doing if not fingering, I lift my head to look. Then an unfamiliar, insanely ecstatic sensation surges from my clit.
"Haaang...! Haaeng! Wh-what are you doing...!"
Cain sticks out his tongue and licks my already hardened, pea-sized clit. The pleasure dwarfs anything from masturbation before the swap. They say the glans and clit are homologous, but this is ridiculous. This body feels made for sex. I don't feel like myself anymore.
A vague sense of wrongness flickers, but vanishes instantly.
"Th-there, it's dirty... Haaoot! Mm! Mm! Hreung, I didn't wash, haaang! Haaaang...!"
All my pre-room worries fly away; I focus solely on the pleasure wracking my body. My mouth hangs slack like an idiot's, spilling only lewd moans.
Cain laps at my labia like rolling chocolate in his mouth, then pokes my clit lightly. He slips fingers in to rub my walls, and it's too much—tears well up.
"St-stop, pleeease... Hreeung! Hreung! Mm, mm, stooop...!"
I'm going insane. It feels too good. I grip the sheets hard enough to hurt my hands, thrash my head wildly, but can't escape with Cain's thighs locked around mine.
"If Terria tells me honestly, I'll stop."
"Okaay...! Haaang, ang! Go-good... So gooood! Haaang... Hoot, now stooop...!"
Cain finds the spot that makes me feel it most and stimulates it relentlessly. Each hit feels violently pleasurable, like fireworks exploding in my brain. This is dangerous. I want to beg him to stop, yank his head away by the hair, but he won't.
"Wanna tell me exactly how it feels good?"
"Haaoot! Shoved in however you want... Love your tongue sucking too...! Eut, mm! Hreung, haaaang...!"
I blurt out whatever pops into my head as ordered. Shame, humiliation—all pushed aside. Feels good, feels good, I mutter on repeat. My mind melts like molten sugar, thoughtless.
Terror mixes with the approaching climax. If I cum here, I won't be sane anymore.
"N-not this... Hoot, stop, stooop...! Hnng, eut, hoot...! Haaa, hoot!"
It's coming. Coming coming coming. My eyes lose focus, unfocused and dreamy as drool spills idiotically toward climax. Anyone seeing would think I'd taken drugs—pure lewd bliss.
Cain senses it, roughens his tongue work, speeds his rubbing. Overwhelming pleasure brings tears; my hips lift off the bed, body shaking uncontrollably.
"Ah... D-don't let me...! Mm, mm! C-cumming, cummiiing...! Haaaaang!"
My pussy clenches his fingers painfully as squirt gushes psshht psshht, soaking his arm. My back bows like a bowstring, mind blanks white. First pussy orgasm brings floating ecstasy like I'll fly away. Toes curl tight, body convulses wildly. My tail thrashes, slapping Cain. Tears and drool mess my face, but I don't care—lost in climax.
Slowly, sanity returns. The room comes into focus.
"Haa... haa...!"
Hot, humid air thick with moisture. Bed soaked with squirt. A woman sprawled, unable to move, panting lewdly. That's me. Panic hits. Massive dissonance.
Is this right? What have I done? Aftershocks heave my breath, but sobriety snaps in like waking from drunkenness.
A man caressed me, ate my pussy till I came. By my choice. Is this really okay? Did I want this?
I don't know. My head's a mess. Can't judge if fucking like this is right.
"Looks like you're plenty relaxed now."
And before my eyes, his rock-hard cock throbs, panting. Only now it looks grotesque. Cain grips it, slowly bringing it to my entrance.
"Ah...?"
That? That huge thing's going inside me now? Fingers already filled me up—how will that fit? But my pussy knows it's loose enough, ready. This body isn't me. It can't be. Shouldn't be. Even if not mine, I can't take a cock inside. Mentally, I'll break.
Realizing it's coming, my body tenses rigid. Betrayal surges. I regret everything I just did. Should've stopped sooner. Separating body and mind was impossible. As Ariel, I can't do this.
Nausea twists my guts. Can't do it. Can't bear thinking it entering me.
"Urp, urgh...!"
My head throbs like splitting. Not hangover. I shove Cain off, bolt to the bathroom. Clutch the toilet, retching till tears come. Dinner mixes with booze into sludge and spews out.
Only now sobriety hits fully—every vivid memory of what I did.
"Urgh! Uweeeck!"
Everything I did feels revolting. I puke like expelling all the pleasure. Am I insane? Moaning like it felt good in a man's arms, letting him eat my pussy casually, thinking of taking cock... I wasn't sane.
This wasn't for me. Everywhere he touched itches like bugs crawling. I scratch furiously, keep retching. Trembling all over from disgust, true madness.
"You okay...?"
Cain's patting my back. I hunch over the toilet.
"Hic, hngk, sorry, so sorry. I can't. Urk, hng...!"
He looks at me like he did something wrong. No, not you. Want to say it, but mouth won't move.
Why did I do that?Why? Want to blame the alcohol. Curse every impulsive act.
"Cain, it's not, urk, your fault... Just, just my stomach... Urgh."
Lame excuse, even to me. Because it's so lame, it can't block the whisper echoing in my brain.
'Slutty bitch in heat.'
Hallucination rings in my ears. Has to be hallucination. Can't be real. But memories are crystal clear. Seducing him, writhing under stimulation, squirting to climax—undeniable. The proof I'm no longer a man parasites my mind firmly.
"No, no... No...! NO! Urk, ur... Aaaah. Uu... Aaaaaah...!"
I scream like a madwoman.