Death by Sexual Exertion
Do you know what death by sexual exertion is?
With obscene, wet squelching, his cock travels back and forth through a hole it was never meant to be used on. It forces my sphincter open to its very limit, grinding its ridged length against me as it slides in and out, and then the sheer weight and girth of it catch in my throat and steal my breath. Coated in the semen he'd pumped into me beforehand and the fluids lining my insides, his shaft presses its veins into my intestinal walls like a brand.
"Haghk! Ahhk!"
When I thrashed and wept, Vincent simply wrapped his arms tight around me from behind and tried to scatter my nerves by teasing other places instead. One arm, coiled around my pelvis, slid down over the mound of my sex to spread my lips and torment my clitoris, while his remaining hand traveled to my lower belly, pressing down on my womb from above in a slow, deliberate massage of pleasure. While Vincent kneaded my body however he pleased, all I could do was beg him to pull it out. A pleasure unlike anything that took me from the front came surging in, crashing together with the pain like whitewater, eroding my mind bit by bit.
Vincent draws his cock out.
"Nghhk! I can't— I can't enjoy this! Nooo!"
The veins of his shaft scrape along my inner walls on the way out. It feels as though my guts are being dragged out along with it. With that much mass and volume leaving me all at once, I come face to face with a pleasure of release I'd long forgotten — the ridged skin dragging over me, stimulating me anew even as it goes, pulling at my rectum and my anus with its enormous girth. My brain burns out, my back arches and twists, and my whole body shakes uncontrollably.
"S-save meee! I'm going crazy! I've gone completely crazy!"
The crown of his glans catches on my sphincter. He's pulled out almost far enough to slip free entirely — and then he shoves it back in, all the way to the hilt.
"It's fine if you go crazy, Adela. I'll take responsibility. You're my wife, so it's perfectly okay to feel good from my cock."
He drives it back to the root, drags it out with a scrape, pushes in deep and grinds.
"I can't be your wiiiife! I hate iiiit!"
My reason is on the verge of evaporating. I have to hold on — if I simply surrender my body to the pleasure like this, I'll end up Vincent's bitch. He picks up speed, pounding into me fast and hard, and I can't endure it; I twist my body, trying to escape. But every time, the pillow propped beneath my hips and the two iron-strong arms wrapped around my pelvis for fondling cut off my retreat. I clutch and claw at the sheets, and Vincent's hand, busy fondling me, slides up to cover mine where it grips the bedding.
The bed creaked as though it might collapse under the rocking of his hips, and with his climax approaching, Vincent added to the tempo. Pressing his body flush against my back, he fitted his hips tight against mine, preparing to spend himself as deep inside me as he possibly could.
"Can you feel it? Right here — your womb is soaking up my cum."
He toys with my belly, drawing attention to exactly where my womb sits.
"Nnghh, don't— hahk! Don't say it like thaaat, Vincent…!"
"I'm coming now. Remember well where my seed goes."
The moment the words left his mouth, thick white proof of his lust erupted from Vincent's cock. Under that violent release, my reason finally evaporated and my mind went white. When I came to, I was lying on my side with Vincent's body draped over mine.
"Ugh…! Vincent…?"
My head ached like the worst hangover of my life, a splitting pain behind my eyes.
"Oh, you're awake?"
My pelvis and hips, overworked since last night, were screaming too. And then—
"Ah! Nnghhk! You're not— you're not done yet…?!"
Buried in my anus — so hypersensitive it burned with a heavy, throbbing ache — was Vincent's monstrous cock, rooted to the hilt and showing no sign of fatigue. Perhaps it had rested while waiting for me to wake, because the girth that had shrunk slightly swelled again the instant I came to, stretching me even wider. And with however many times he'd spent himself, my belly — already large — felt bloated and full of semen, so heavy it seemed it might rise up into my throat.
"How many times… did we…?"
"A few more after you passed out, Adela. You were so cute even unconscious."
"You monster…!!"
"That's partly your own fault, Adela, for being so irresistibly hot."
Pressed skin to skin in Vincent's arms like this, my heart begins to waver. Would it really be so bad to give this child what he wants? To become my disciple's — this child's — Vincent's wife? To bear a child between us and dream the happiness of building a family — would that really be so unforgivable?
As I sank blankly into those thoughts, feeling the heat of Vincent's body against me, the sweet scent of peach brushing past my nose swept everything else aside and summoned my mother to mind.
I have to shake it off. Weakness like this is exactly what will turn me into his bitch.
While I was still thinking it, Vincent moved without warning, ramming the cock buried in my anus in deep with a sudden, forceful thrust.
"Nghhk?! Wh-what are you doing…!?"
"You were thinking something strange again, weren't you. I've got you completely figured out by now, Adela."
With each obscene withdrawal and thrust, the thoughts I'd been holding just moments ago shattered like a dropped puzzle, until I couldn't even remember what I'd been thinking in the first place.
"From now on, whenever you waste your mind on useless things, Adela, I'll stuff my cock into you and give it a proper disciplinary re-education. Be prepared."
"W-wait, what do you mean, c-cock…?! Ughk! Don't— hahk!?"
Vincent began to rock his hips slowly, engraving another kiss-mark into the nape of my neck as he kept up his languid pace. Somehow the slowness carved the shape of his cock into me even more distinctly than the fast pounding had, and the stimulation grew fiercer still.
"I've been wanting to try it slow, too."
With a satisfied look on his face, Vincent began rolling his hips. Before I knew it, I was rolling mine to match him, trying to dull the pain. The oncoming pleasure left me no way to collect myself; all I could do was lean back against Vincent and breathe deep, waiting for this moment to be over. Lying on our sides, we matched the rhythm of our hips like lovers. There was nothing left in my head to think about but that.
"Give in to instinct. I'm your husband, Adela. There's nothing dangerous about it at all."
What's dangerous is you treating me as your wife right now.
I had plenty to say, but I was exhausted. Every time my strength had recovered even a little since last night, he hurled me straight back into the middle of an ocean of pleasure — if that doesn't wear a person out, what would? Even though it was my first time, even though it was rape, Vincent's monstrous cock poured pain and pleasure into me in equal measure. Was that a side effect of being half — or more — demon now? It felt like floating on clouds. If not for the stinging pain and the pleasure radiating from his cock stirring my insides, the exhaustion would have put me to sleep long ago. Near my heart, a strange sound rose, and my heartbeat turned irregular. The cock that had pierced my clenching, squelching anus explored my inner walls for a long while, then shuddered violently and spent itself once more. Five times or more from the front, and at least three from behind. That alone should have worn anyone out, yet Vincent kept exploring me without a care in the world — I honestly wondered whether he was human at all. If this weren't a body trained in martial arts, my pelvic bones would have been crushed long ago.
"Adela?"
Vincent calls my name. I should answer, but I'm too drowsy, too heavy with sleep, to find the strength.
"Adela?!"
Even hearing the urgency in his voice, my eyes simply close under the weight of my fatigue.
"Adela! Stay with me, Adela!"
Like sinking underwater, Vincent's voice grows muffled and far away. Everything has become too much of a bother. When I came to, the same ceiling I'd seen earlier swam into view.
"Hah! Koff! Khehh—!"
My throat burns as though my stopped breath had been forcibly dragged back from the dead. As I lay gasping and heaving, a hard-muscled man pulled me into his arms.
"Adela! I thought you were dying!!"
It was Vincent. Just when it seemed my breath had failed without his noticing, he'd somehow caught it in time — and saved me, apparently. Unable to even hold me tighter for fear I might die again, he just fidgeted helplessly; from the look of him, Vincent had been badly frightened too.
"If you were so afraid of her dying, you shouldn't have ravished her half to death in the first place."
A woman's voice rang out, scolding Vincent. Standing behind him, watching the two of us entangled together, was a woman with striking red hair — the side sections braided up off her face, the back left loose and flowing — and green eyes.
"She was already in a severely weakened state. Push her any further and she could have died, so be careful."
This time the voice came from behind me. A woman with white hair grown to her waist and bangs swept down over one side of her face, her red eyes matched by skin as white and flawless as her hair.
Both of them were so breathtakingly beautiful you could have taken them for goddesses. Even in a log cabin like this, their radiance lost nothing at all.
"By the way — so this is the reason. The moment you reported the Demon King's defeat, you brushed off every attempt to stop us and ran off, then went missing for two whole days. It was all because of this woman?"
The red-haired woman looked me over with evident interest. Wait — I'm completely naked right now, aren't I? My face flushed crimson.
"Well, she is cute."
The white-haired woman rounded on Vincent.
"Do you have any idea how much grief we went through because His Majesty the Emperor, His Holiness the Pope, and His Excellency the Chairman were all in an uproar over a Hero who vanished without a word?"
Vincent replied with a sheepish look.
"Sorry. It was urgent."
"And this 'urgent business' was you banging a woman in a place like this?"
The red-haired woman's brutally direct way of speaking flustered Vincent.
"B-banging?! Watch your language!"
Watching Vincent protest, I was dumbfounded. Weren't you the one going on about me being your bitch, stuffing me with your cock, and all the rest?
"Shall I say we 'mated,' then?"
"Oh, come on!"
"Then what should I call it? For two whole days, while the high and mighty swore to tear the entire country apart looking for you, and we wore ourselves out holding them back — what do I call the two of you, screwing away until the whole place reeked of sex? Hm?"
Her bluntness went beyond aggressive into outright explicit; Vincent and I both felt our souls leave our bodies. So this is where Vincent learned to talk like that? I'll have to have a serious word with him later.
"It isn't only the smell of sex — there's a faint scent of peach underneath, you know?"
The white-haired woman had slipped quietly around to my side; she leaned in close to my body, sniffed, and caught the faint lingering trace of peach. At the rustle of her movement I tried to put some distance between us, but a body that had only just been revived from stopped breath had no strength left for it.
"So this is the Hero — the one who promised you the future you spoke of?"
A graceful, aloof woman with blonde hair swept up, a cold bearing, and blue eyes opened the door and entered the room.
"Yeah. This is Adela — the woman who's become my wife."
Vincent answered, exchanging a light greeting with the newly arrived beauty. I had a thousand rebuttals on my tongue, but not even the strength to open my mouth; I managed a small nod of greeting, and the cold, silent stare she fixed on me in return left me feeling foolishly embarrassed.
From their attire, their appearances, and their exchange with Vincent, I had already figured out roughly who they were. Women beautiful enough to rival a goddess — yet for all their looks and station, they were the Hero Party, forsaken by their own Hero, Vincent Rainer.
