The Woman Who Stepped on My Feet Was Quick to Flee
The woman who kept stepping on my feet was, true to form, just as quick to run away.
The dance itself was nothing special.
A dance performed in a state of total excitement could only amount to so much…
We'd forgotten everything we'd practiced and simply went at it with raw power. The result was a series of steps so clumsy—busy as we were stomping all over each other's feet—that it was almost embarrassing to call it dancing.
Both she and I…
Our eyes must have completely glazed over at the thought of what would come after the dance.
One thing that puzzled me, though, was that no matter how many times I stepped on her feet, this short orange-haired woman never so much as flinched. If anything, she stomped right back on mine with equal force, and even now my feet were still throbbing with the pain. I didn't let it show either, of course.
Anyway, after about four minutes of what could only be called a rather long, hellish stretch of dancing, we borrowed one of the VIP waiting rooms freely available within the banquet hall—also known as a salon—and went inside.
"Haa, haa…."
"Haa, haa…."
We made it in remarkably fast. Both she and I, as if something had us in a terrible hurry.
Hah….
"Aaahn… the second we walk into the room… you're grabbing my chest first… nya?"
The moment we entered and the door shut behind us, I pressed up against her from behind and began casually kneading her left breast. But the orange bob-haired woman with the catlike way of speaking didn't seem to mind in the least. She simply turned her head with a thoroughly excited face, studying my expression as she spoke.
There didn't appear to be any cat ears or a tail sprouting from her anywhere. Separate from that, though—why did she give off such a familiar feeling, as if I'd seen her somewhere before?
What the hell was it?
I couldn't put my finger on it no matter how hard I tried. Just where was this sense of familiarity coming from?
…Who is she?
But among the people I knew, orange hair…
Was she someone from Kyle's memories?
Hmm…
"…What's your name?"
The atmosphere was charged enough that I could have pushed inside her at any second, but with curiosity gnawing at me like this, there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on the sex.
"Weren't you not supposed to ask… nya?"
"Ah… my apologies. I was so captivated by your appearance that I asked without thinking."
"Haha, it's fine. Enjoying things like this is all part of the charm of a masquerade ball, right? …Nya."
That nya at the end of her sentences… was she adding it on purpose? She'd said it was a habit, but it was still strange. It seemed to come out especially whenever she felt my grip lifting and squeezing her breasts from below. The constant little nya-nya was honestly a bit cute.
Either way, the mood was already fully ripe.
Unable to hold back any longer, I hiked up the dress of the woman nya-ing in front of me and drove my cock straight into her.
"Hyaek……! R-right away like this……?!"
"What's the point of holding back any longer? We're just a fleeting encounter met on the spot—the kind of empty relationship we'll both forget by tomorrow."
"Y-you're rushing too much… I don't think that's good…… hyuuk!"
With my cock spearing into her from behind while my hands grabbed and mashed her breasts from the front, the woman let out a moan. Unable to hold herself steady, she planted both hands on the dining table in front of her, shifting her weight and center of balance onto it.
Oh. Perfect—that worked just fine for me.
"H-hnyaaaah…!"
With her posture so much more convenient, my cock slid in and out of her pussy with ease. I picked up the pace, and her eyes went wide as her mouth fell open of its own accord. When a woman reacts that eagerly during sex, the man enjoys it just as much.
Caught up in the heat of it, I let my left hand drift down to her lower belly—and felt the miraculous motion of my cock pumping through her from the inside. No—more than that. Every time it drove forward, it bulged clearly against her stomach, leaving a vivid imprint that slid back and forth.
"A-aghut……!"
Fuck, that was hot.
With my right hand I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers and twisted it, toying with it, while my other hand slid lower still—up above where my cock was buried in her pussy—to gently roll her clit. The signal came at once.
"H-hey…!"
"Go on, speak."
"O-on the bed……."
"A-ahn…!"
The woman with the short orange hair was on her hands and knees atop the soft bed with its gently laid bedding, thrusting her ass back toward me. An ass so large it bordered on vulgar. I took hold of those cheeks—peach-toned and yet somehow fair and pale—and watched my cock plunge in and out of her pussy. When I pressed my thumbs in and pulled her flesh apart to the sides—
"Aaahn…!"
—her eyes rolled back as her asshole and pussy spread wide open for me to see.
"What a magnificent view."
"A-ahhk… a-aah……!"
Her mouth, which somehow seemed like it ought to smell of citrus from her hair alone, refused to close, and her pupils hung half-draped beneath her eyelids with no intention of coming back down.
"Eughk… ohhk… a-ahhk…!"
At first she'd been supporting herself on both hands against the bed; now her strength was fading, and she was bracing herself on her elbows instead. Her upper body sank lower and lower. It was pure animal mating. Looking at the two of us now, who would even think we were human?
"Given up on the nya-nya already?"
"Haa… ha… honestly… if you still don't get it after I've spoon-fed it to you this much, you're really something…"
"What on earth are you talking about…"
"How badly I've wanted to devour that cock of yours… do you have any idea?"
She kept saying things that made no sense…!
"A-aaahn…!"
"Y-you cheater…!"
A sudden surge of force through my hips made the short-haired woman lose what little strength she had left. She collapsed face-first into the bed, upper body and all. And yet she still kept her ass stuck out and up behind her, impaled on my cock, panting and drooling all over the sheets. Did women really become this helpless the moment a cock was inside them?
She had a cute face, but I'd gotten the impression her personality was fiercer than it looked. Watching her completely lose her mind like this was almost funny.
"That's what you get for saying things no one can understand…!"
"Ahaang……! Euhng, heuueung, euheuueung……!"
"So then… how does that cock you're tasting right now… how does it taste?"
"I-it tastes so good… your chewy cock is, against my womb, kyung, kyung……. Ohhk…!"
…My cock was chewy? Whose pussy was the chewy one here?
That aside—her moans were downright delicious. Even with the mask keeping me from seeing her full face, I could tell she had a rather cute, refined look. And the voice she'd used to do that cat impression had been every bit as adorable. To hear that same voice break into squeals of pleasure as my cock scraped through her soaked insides… that was just unfair.
"Eu-euheuueung…! Hhk, ahhk… euhhk… aheut… hhk…"
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
"Hey…… eungt…!"
At the sound of her calling for me, strength went into both of my hands where they gripped her ass—and even that small extra stimulus was enough to wring another moan from the orange bob.
"What is it?"
"My name… do you want to know it?"
Out of nowhere? She'd seemed determined not to tell me—why the sudden change of heart?
"Yes. Please tell me."
The frustration of not knowing was about to pierce the sky. She felt so familiar, like a woman I already knew, and yet nothing about her appearance matched.
Of course I want to know.
"My name… hik… hhk… euheut! Ma-Mariel, Sol… eungt! Solana… aheung……!"
The moment I heard the name, I came.
That was a Hero's name. She was a contemporary of the current headmaster, active a full hundred years ago. A figure said to have made a direct and tremendous contribution to the Demon King's defeat. After her, the lineage was said to have broken off, and no new Heroes had been born since—or so I'd understood.
Was this a joke?
Or… should I just treat it as a simple case of the same name?
"Aww, what a waste…."
Before I knew it, the short orange-haired woman who had introduced herself as Mariel Solana had crawled over to me on her knees. Then she took the cock that had been pounding her pussy moments ago into her mouth and began to lick it clean.
…Hold on. Just a second ago she'd looked like she was about to die and collapse the instant we finished. What the hell was with that recovery?
No, no—more importantly. When I'd first pushed into her, I'd clearly seen a thin thread of blood, not vivid but unmistakable. That was proof her hymen had broken. And yet… had she really been a virgin until just now?
"I'll hwean it for hyou…? (I'll clean it for you)"
Chup.
"Kh…."
Mariel took my cock into her mouth and sucked until her cheeks hollowed. Inside, her rough tongue—coated in slick saliva—never stopped rolling, grinding friction against every surface of my shaft. At the same time, one of her hands cupped both of my balls from below, fondling each one as carefully as if she were counting precious beads. Above, the lewd wet sounds of her licking and sucking kept assaulting my ears without mercy.
"Mariel… a technique like this… euhmm… where did you…?"
"Well… I hwonder where…? (Well… I wonder where?)"
Even those few short words put tension into her tongue as she shaped the sounds, sweeping it along my cock—and with Mariel's uniquely adorable voice layered on top, the auditory stimulation amplified the pleasure even further.
This was insane…
At this rate, instead of cleaning me off, she was going to make me come again.
Kh, this is bad. The second I thought that, I really was about to—eugh!
Byurut, byururut.
Gush, gush.
"Khh…."
Gulp.
How much had I poured out? The orgasm went on for a remarkably long time.
Sssuck, ssssuuuck.
Mariel pulled my cock from her mouth—or rather, took a step back from it—and opened wide with a heh—. What I could see inside…
…was the load I had just pumped into her. Thick, white, clumpy globs of semen filled her bright-red mouth completely. Hundreds of millions of sperm must have been wriggling and swimming in there right about now.
While I was thinking that, Mariel closed her mouth with a firm press—
Gulp!
—and the motion of her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed every last drop that had been sitting on her tongue and the floor of her mouth. Then she opened up again, just as she had a moment before.
She really swallowed it all.
Given how sticky semen is, some of it was bound to linger. As proof, her mouth still held faint white threads and spiderweb-like traces. Even so, the thick white clumps that had filled her mouth completely just before had vanished without a trace.
…Why was that so filthy hot?
This wasn't the first time I'd received oral service. And yet—
What the hell is with this level of skill?
I could feel my heart pounding. My cock, which had flagged a little after the last climax, was already trying to rise again when—
"Oh no, there's still residue from just now stuck on it, isn't there? I'd better wipe it off again… haweup."
She opened her mouth once more and swallowed my freshly risen cock to the root.
Chooop—! Chopchop. Chop, chop, chup! Chupchupchup. Chok, chupchup.
"No, w-wait. If you keep licking like that!"
I was going to come again…!
Coming again wasn't the end of the world in itself, but at this rate there would be no finish line. We couldn't just keep repeating the same act forever—I needed to cut it off somewhere reasonable. At my restraint, she licked a few more times as if she'd stop at a proper point, then pulled away and rose to her feet on both legs before speaking.
"Hehe… that was delicious. So, shall we leave it here for today?"
"What…!"
She'd gotten my cock hard all over again, and now she was just going to end it and leave?
"I'll look for a suitable opportunity in the near future so we can meet again. We can reintroduce ourselves properly then."
With those words, Mariel Solana gathered her clothes, dressed, and walked straight out of the room.