4.5. Healthy Feedback
She opens her clean mouth wide, revealing the glistening red mucosa slick with saliva.
Her bright red tongue twitches slightly, as if savoring the lingering scent of semen in her mouth, and up above, in the distant depths of her throat, hangs that tiny uvula.
...I'd been pounding that relentlessly with my cock just moments ago.
That gagging sound must've come from that.
By the time I felt it hitting the back of her throat, her mouth must've been stuffed full with my dick, getting mashed around wildly.
And yet, those eyes gazing up at me without a hint of disgust.
The milk dripping one drop at a time from her nipples, as if overflowing with lust.
It's endlessly provoking me, enraging my cock, so there's no way I can think rationally.
"Opheli."
"Y-Yes...?"
With a wet chup, she swallows the saliva that had been pooling as she opened her mouth and asks.
Still on her knees, her breasts resting atop her gathered arms.
"Not bad. You know how to serve, at least."
"Hehe...."
"It'd be nice if you knew how to apologize properly, too."
"...Y-Yes?"
"Don't make me repeat myself like an idiot. You know damn well what you've done wrong up to now, don't you?"
"......"
Silent, Opheli lowers her head slightly, her battered throat twitching as she swallows.
Even so, her gaze flicks up to my cock—she's clearly not trained enough yet.
"How to apologize. You know it."
"..."
Slowly submitting, her hands that had been on her thighs press to the floor.
Then she bows her head even lower, until her forehead touches the back of her hand.
For some reason, it irritates me.
Memories of the past. The night after the adult ceremony, Kiara's apology to me.
Back then, we'd played it like a scene from White Knight, educating her in character.
But now... for some reason, I remember that as an intimate act between fiancés.
Something a mere side bitch like Opheli can't aspire to.
Thud. I press down gently on the back of her head with my foot.
"Hnght...."
"You know that pathetic apology won't cut it, right?"
"......"
She doesn't dare question me again. Enduring the pressure on the back of her skull, she waits for my words.
"If you're a bitch in heat, apologize like one."
"......"
"That kind of thing is what a proper wife does for her husband."
I shift my foot slightly from the back of her head, lifting her forehead.
With just the tiny pressure from my toe, Opheli's eyes rise slowly, glazed and melted.
"I-I u-understand...."
Her slurred speech from her ruined mouth—her head, following my foot, keeps moving even after I pull away.
Her upper body straightens so much I can't lift it further, then it arches back.
And then thud, she flops onto her back.
Her breasts jiggle from the impact, a stream of breast milk trickling out before spreading to both sides.
Her chest and sternum fully exposed without a shred of shame, her hands make no move to cover those milk-leaking tits.
She bends her elbows, brings her loosely clenched fists to her face.
"W-Woof, woof."
Assuming the position of a bitch submitting to her role.
"I-I'm s-sorry...."
"What are you so sorry for?"
"D-Daring to s-summon the author...."
She knows exactly what she's apologizing for without me saying it.
"S-Saying I m-missed you... b-begging over and over...."
Watching her rattle off her sins so smoothly only pisses me off more.
Suddenly struck by an idea, I slip off my shoe—
"In f-front of my f-fiancé.... Ngh?!"
Squish...
I stomp right on her pussy.
Her already sopping wet cunt soaks into my sock from how aroused she is.
The instinctive revulsion only hardens my cock even more, throbbing in anger.
Gulp.
Opheli's head, looking up from below, twitches slightly.
She's enjoying it even while apologizing, so I press my foot harder on her pussy.
"Ngh, ahh...."
"Is that all?"
"A-Asking you to r-read my work—"
Her pussy crushed underfoot, she can't even form words properly.
But I didn't do this to hear answers anyway. Doesn't matter.
What matters is how pissed off I am right now.
And that this bitch right here is the cause.
That's enough to make my nerves fray.
"H-Ha... B-Begging!? Y-Yes...! I-I'm s-sorry....!"
"...Hah."
I lift my foot off her pussy.
No point dragging this out.
She'd recite her sins for ages if I let her. New ones keep piling up anyway.
Like how her worthless premature pussy sprayed so much juice it soaked my sock.
Or how her milk coated my underwear that I couldn't fully pull down, stinking of it.
Or apologizing with words like some bitch in heat.
Even grinning like she loves it while doing so.
In my eyes, Opheli is eternally a sinner.
"Opheli."
"Y-Yes...."
"If you know your sins, you need punishment."
"...Y-Yes."
"But your sins are too grave. Even whipping you won't sate my anger."
"......"
Gulp. I watch her swallow, then crouch down slightly.
"So I'll give you a new punishment."
"P-Punishment...?"
"I'm curious if the women of this world can even take me."
"......"
In other words, my virginity.
I've passed up countless chances to lose it while chasing pleasure, by my own choice.
I thought sex with my beloved—well, the fiancée I thought I had to love—would satisfy everything.
But when I fucked Opheli's throat, one anxiety flickered through my mind.
Could Kiara handle this size that's already too much for her throat?
I'm a virgin, so Kiara probably is too.
A virgin pussy that barely takes two fingers won't swallow this thick, ugly black cock whole.
Her wide hips, perfect for popping out kids without effort, might take it someday.
But for now, I need a test run.
"So you're my guinea pig now."
"G-Guinea... pig...?"
"Lift your hips."
Before she can question it, she tenses her ass and thighs, slowly raising her waist.
Still too low, so I slap a hand on her lower back and yank it up forcibly.
Her face flushes beet red—blood rushing there?—but I indifferently shift my gaze to her pussy.
Pulled toward me, her pussy—smeared with juices from my foot—comes into sharp focus.
Like her leaking tits, pussy juice trickles down her perineum into her ass crack.
Even that's unpleasant, so I tap my angry cock against her slit.
"Haah...."
Rubbing her slowly with the glans, I feel two holes amid the parted labia.
The one made to expel, and the one made to receive.
I nudge the one I want; it barely engulfs the tip.
No need for "can you take it?"
"Endure it."
Squelch—
I thrust my hips forward, mercilessly stretching the tight hole.
"Ah, nghit...!"
She lets out a sharp cry, teeth clenched to bear the pain.
I might be the same.
I figured stretching her cramped pussy with my cock wouldn't feel great.
But the sensation climbing my shaft to my spine makes my thighs tense up.
I hold my breath to stifle any pathetic gasps.
Even so, her pussy muscles keep trying to swallow me endlessly, squeezing so hard it's tough to resist.
Barely holding back, I raise the hand not supporting her waist—
Thwack—
"Ghehk—"
I slam her lower belly.
Seeing it redden from the impact, I flatten my palm and press down hard.
Her writhing pussy now clamps my cock tight, focusing on her womb.
No intention of getting caught up in that, so I pull my hips back and yank out.
"Groohk?!"
She gripped so hard, I can see her labia dragging out.
Her once-pink pussy flashes red inner walls pulling free.
Virgin blood mixed with juices rings my cock like a halo, making it look like her pussy meat tore off for a moment.
I slam back in—
"Uhk?!"
Bury my cock deep, then pull out before it can hug me again.
And squelch, thrust in once more.
A firm resistance at the tip draws my eyes to my cock.
...Not even halfway in yet.
"...You fucking sow."
Virgin pussy my ass—can't even take it all?
Sluurp—
"Hngh...."
I pull back slightly, my unsatisfied cock twitching like it'll wreck this bitch's womb.
Just channeling my rage since she can't achieve it herself.
"...Told you."
"...Hng, hi...."
"To endure."
"Y-Your cock.... i-is too b-big...."
"Blaming me?"
"N-No, not th-that—?!"
Didn't want an answer. I slam my hips again, desperate to pierce whatever's blocking it.
Not her cervix, I know from anatomy.
Her pussy's just rejecting something this huge since it's never had it.
Time to imprint it then.
Thrust—squelch—thrust—
With the intent to tame this prideful pussy, I piston wildly.
"P-Pussy's... br-breaking— hng, hiek, geheh...."
Opheli's mind gone, eyes rolled back, reduced to a ragdoll on her noisy, sloppy cunt sounds.
"...Opheli."
"......"
Now truly a meat onahole, I call her indifferently.
No response.
Passing out while her owner's using her—worthless premature pussy.
A hollow laugh bubbles up, or maybe I'm mistaking a real one for hollow—who knows.
I grit my teeth to suppress the inexplicable smile and declare.
"Don't spill. Take it all."
"......"
Final thrust to the hilt.
Spurt—
Her convulsing insides milk me as I empty my balls completely.
My head burns hot. The overheated haze from my pistoning cools slowly.
Feeling skin at my groin, I realize I've buried to the root.
"Ngh.... Hngh...."
She comes to, gasping raggedly.
Still held up by my hand on her waist, she looks up at me.
"...♥"
Her eyes already imprinted with lust-soaked devotion.
...Too bad, but I doubt I can go again.
"...Haa."
Self-loathing crashes in.
Feels like I jerked off using my sister as a fleshlight.
No, actually, that might not feel so bad...
The princess instead? No... not that either. The Empress? No...
...Anyway, the guilt hits like post-nut clarity, so I pull out my deflating cock.
Lowering her waist as I do.
"...Lady Quiliar."
"......"
No reply, just stares. Hard to tell if she's blaming me or loving it.
Her gloomy expression makes reading her impossible.
"...Don't ever make me do this again."
"...W-Why...?"
Like she doesn't know.
Fucking the lord's daughter in a place where anyone could kill me anytime.
Coming to my senses, chills are normal, right?
"B-But...."
Her hand drifts to her lower belly, savoring the afterglow.
I'd punched it earlier. Impaled it with my cock. She strokes it gently.
"...Did you like it?"
"......"
No answer.
"D-Didn't you...?"
She props herself up a bit.
If I had energy, I'd help, but drained dry, I can't even think to.
I just stare blankly as she rolls sideways toward me.
Her gaze on my spent cock looks suspicious.
"...It's dirty now."
"......"
Can't be helped after that. Her virginity torn by a non-fiancé's cock, and she's fine?
"Sh-Should I cl-clean it...?"
"...Do what you want."
She parts her lips slightly, engulfing my soft cock.
The sensitivity makes me wince.
...Anger stirs again; my lower half stiffens slowly.
"Chuu.... He, he.... It's... alive again...."
Done cleaning dutifully? No trace of juices or virgin blood—now coated in saliva again.
Like she'd forgotten shaking her hips like a bitch in heat moments ago, already regaining her vigor.
At this rate, it'll never end; I'd squeeze out another load, so I barely fend off her pouncing.