Pent-Up Desires (2)
Before my eyes unfolded a spectacle guaranteed to drive any man out of his mind.
"Whoa..."
A soft exclamation slipped past my lips as my gaze darted relentlessly across the room. Standing completely stripped before me, the women shifted their weight, struck deliberate poses, or fidgeted—some flushed with bashful modesty, others flaunting their flesh with pride, and one or two openly provoking me.
Lined up in order were Muriel, Rebecca, Lampon Pashtra, Cacciola, and Nazareth Nemeth.
"Now this... is an incredible sight."
Naturally, I was just as bare as the rest of them. My cock had swelled to its absolute limit, rearing up like a solid pillar between my legs.
"Haaah..."
"Every time I see it, it's just so enormous..."
Gulp...!
"Ahem, cough..."
"Are men... normally supposed to be that large?"
Just as I drank in the sight of their bare bodies, they stared right back at me, swallowing hard or nervously pressing their thighs together.
"No, probably not. I'm pretty sure I'm just an exception to the rule."
After answering Nemeth's curious murmur, I lost myself once more in the feast before me. The distinctive, graceful curves of each woman, their alluring flesh, the gentle sway of full breasts and glistening folds... By the time I snapped out of it, several minutes had slipped by while I simply stood there gaping. If I didn't take charge, I'd end up staring until morning.
"Muriel, Rebecca. Could you two set out some alcohol and snacks first? Feels like tonight calls for a good drink."
"Haaah... Lord Alzen, you truly are something else..."
"Ahaha... Well, that's just like him, isn't it? Even if it feels like he's teasing us on purpose... Understood, right away."
While the two of them retrieved bottles and dishes from the Subspace Pouch, I stepped toward Cacciola, Nemeth, and Pashtra.
"Look at our dear Master. Grinning like he's died and gone to heaven, aren't you? Well, who could blame you? Who else gets to revel in such luxury?"
"Ngh, mmh..."
"Hyaaah...!"
Apart from Cacciola, who threw out cheeky taunts, the other two looked completely overwhelmed with embarrassment. In truth, Cacciola's cheeks burned redder than anyone else's despite her sharp tongue. It was simply her nature to mask her shyness behind a wall of bravado, instinctively trying to claw back some shred of control.
"Heh, you're not wrong."
Letting out a thoroughly indecent chuckle, I reached out and ran my hands over their bare skin.
"Ngh..."
"Ah, haah...!"
"Mmh...!"
Cacciola's slender waist and pert breasts.
Nemeth's sun-kissed hips and firm, rounded backside.
Pashtra's colossal bust and thick, pillowy thighs.
Every time I molded, stroked, and jiggled their flesh as if they were made for my amusement, their already crimson faces burned hotter, a tremor running down their spines. Their nipples and clits stood proud and rigid. Clear nectar trickled from their depths like an unfastened tap.
"...God, this is insane."
My shaft throbbed so violently it verged on painful, twitching with a ferocious vigor that bordered on monstrous even to my own eyes.
"Whew... Nemeth."
"Eek?! Ah! Y-Yes!"
Gently gathering her flustered frame into an embrace, I locked eyes with her at point-blank range.
"It might be a little late to ask, but... are you genuinely alright with this?"
"...Yes. I am. Consider this a form of repayment as well. Please... use my body however you see fit."
"Then I won't hold back."
"Mmgh?!"
When I captured her lips without warning, her eyes snapped wide, her slender frame locking up in shock. To melt that rigid tension, I planted greedy, smacking kisses against her mouth before sliding my tongue deep inside. My hand clamped down over her firm, dark-skinned rear, wedging my swollen erection tight between her thighs.
"Mmph?! Chrup, haah, nnchuuup...!"
Though caught completely off guard, she soon yielded to my lead, tentatively returning the kiss. Her rhythm was clumsy and unpracticed, but that very innocence stoked the fire in my gut all the hotter.
"Mmm-slrrp! Chuu, haah, slurp, chchup..."
As the seconds ticked by, our tongues tangled with mounting ferocity. We traded heated breaths, grinding bare skin against bare skin. Mimicking the motion of full intercourse, I snapped my lower belly against her with firm, wet claps, chasing raw friction between her clamped thighs. Soaked through with her honeyed lubrication, my shaft glided faster and smoother with every thrust.
"Ngh, aah! Haah! Hnngh...!"
Every time the plump lips of her groin—nestled together like tender dumplings—rubbed across the ridged, iron-hard length of my cock, a shudder racked her frame, tearing suppressed whimpers from her throat.
"Nn-aahn...!"
I relentlessly hammered my pelvis into hers, kneading her buttocks and parting her cheeks to toy with the entrance of her slit and tight rim, pressing my chest flat against her breasts until they squished beneath me.
"Kh, hngh...!"
"Nn-aahhhngh...!?"
Just as I lost the battle against my own release, she shattered into a light climax beside me, her thighs clamping down with desperate strength.
"Ahhh...! What a waste...!"
Pashtra sighed wistfully as thick streams of white burst forth, spilling uselessly down her skin.
"Fhuuu..."
"Haah..."
Taking in Nemeth's misty eyes and thoroughly melted expression, I slowly pulled back.
"Ah..."
A soft sound of regret escaped her lips, but I merely chuckled, giving her pert breast a playful flick upward.
"Don't look so sad. The night is young. I'll give you plenty more."
"T-That wasn't... I didn't mean it like that..."
Finding her shy, averted gaze utterly adorable, I watched her for a beat before turning my attention to Cacciola, who was glaring in my direction with unmistakable displeasure.
"Cacciola. Over here."
"...Hmph. Why don't you just go all the way and bed that dark elf already? It doesn't look like you need the rest of us anyway."
"Now, now. What's with the sudden flare of jealousy?"
"W-Who said I was jealous—mmgh?!"
I cut her off with a sudden, bruising collision of lips, my hand cupping the side of her soft breast with a firm squeeze. As an elite Master, she could have dodged me effortlessly, yet she hadn't moved an inch. When my eyes crinkled in amusement at her transparent surrender, she parted her lips with a pout, letting me take what I wanted.
"Nn-chup, slrrp, haaahn...!"
Where Nemeth's body was taut, athletic, and sleek, Cacciola's was supple, pillowy, and soft. The sensation of my cock trapped between her inner thighs yielded an entirely different kind of bliss. Utilizing the slick sheen Nemeth had left behind as lubrication, I slammed my hips into her with vigor.
Smack! Clack!
The lewd, wet resonance of clapping flesh echoed through the narrow interior of the elven treehouse.
"Ahn, ngh! Nn-chuu! Haaah...! Mnh, aahhhn...!?"
Evidently, Cacciola was far more sensitive than Nemeth. Her face flushed a brilliant scarlet in seconds. Her thighs trembled like leaves in an earthquake, and before I could even find my stride, she clamped her eyes shut and came undone beneath me.
Smack!
"Hya-aangh?!"
"Cacciola. Putting up such a tough front, only to fold like a house of cards?"
"W-Who's folding...!"
Slap!
"Kyaaahn?! S-Stop smacking my rear...!"
She wriggled her hips and swayed her pelvis in a desperate bid to dodge my hand, but there was no escaping the palm that held her fast. If anything, her frantic squirming only served to stroke the swollen shaft trapped between her legs into greater ecstasy. I grinned down at her.
"I'm about to blow."
"W-What? Wait—!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Even having just released a load, my cock showed no sign of flagging, pumping a torrential spray of seed over her skin.
"Ngh, aahn...!"
Clamping her thighs shut tight and grinding her wet folds against my shaft, Cacciola shuddered as if she were taking the full blast directly inside her womb.
"Whew..."
Having unloaded thoroughly once more, I turned my gaze toward Pashtra.
"...Pashtra."
"Y-Yes...!"
Sensing her turn had arrived, she stared at my lips with eyes brimmed with sweet anticipation.
"...Let me ask you something first. Do you actually know what sex is?"
"Huh? Ah, yes... Isn't it when a man touches a woman's chest, or fondles her bottom? O-Or when he kisses her... like you've been doing, Lord Alzen?"
"...And that's it?"
"Um... is there more to it?"
"No, I'm just genuinely baffled."
Lifting her colossal breast onto my open palm, the sheer mass of heavy flesh spilled over my fingers, struggling to regain its shape with astonishing, buoyant resilience.
"You told me before that the men in your home village were always after your body. How could you possibly not know what sex is, or how a child is made?"
"...I-I'm sorry. No one ever taught me... I just knew that men were always staring at my chest and my rear..."
"How is that even possible...? Well, I suppose expecting any sort of decency or common sense from the scum in that village was foolish of me to begin with."
Nodding in resignation, I pulled her voluptuous frame tight against my chest.
"Hyaaaahn...!"
Crushed against my torso, her enormous mounds squished flat, overflowing dramatically to the left and right.
"Incredible..."
A suffocating, all-encompassing warmth that no other woman could offer. Her silhouette was practically an intoxicating poison.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Ah, ehehe..."
As she offered her tongue, I drew it deep into my mouth, slowly wedging my throbbing cock between her heavy thighs.
"......"
The moment I slipped inside, I was reminded once again that her body was nothing short of an illicit narcotic. The sheer, overwhelming volume, the dense, suffocating weight, and the supple, sticky grip of her plush flesh clinging to my shaft...
"Fhuuu..."
Holding back the urge to impale her virgin folds right then and there demanded a reservoir of willpower far greater than what I had needed for the previous two.
Thwack! Squish!
Savoring the heavy, wet claps and the raw friction blooming against my pelvis, I stroked her delicate, tapered spine. Her waist was astonishingly slender. How on earth could such an obscene, decadent amount of flesh gather solely on specific parts of a woman's body? It defied all reason.
"Haa-mmph, slurp! Nn-haah...!"
She lost herself in the kiss, rolling her hips and squeezing her thighs in clumsy rhythm with my thrusts. My hands roamed over her frame, kneading and molding her curves without pause. As her body temperature soared, a thick, sweet fragrance radiated from her pores, driving my senses into overdrive.
"Kh, damn it...!"
"A-Hyaaaangh...!"
Gush, spurt, spurt!
Helpless against the surging tide, I buried my hands deep into her rear and breasts, erupting in a heavy barrage. Pashtra let out a decadent, melodic cry, her own climax washing over her in sync with mine.
"Whew... That was truly something else."
"...Lord Alzen. The drinks and refreshments are ready."
"I-It's our turn now, right? H-Hurry...!"
"Don't be so impatient. I intend to enjoy every last drop of you, whether you ask for it or not."
Wrapping my arms around the waists of Muriel and Rebecca as they clung to me with desperate eagerness, I settled back onto the edge of the bed and raised a freshly poured cup.
Fueled by alcohol, the debauchery deepened in heat and delirium with every passing minute. The modest room of the wooden treehouse had already filled to the brim with scorching pants, wanton moans, and the slick, rhythmic slapping of dripping flesh.
"Ahng! A-Haaah! Hyaaaahn...!"
Naturally, the lion's share of those lewd shrieks and wet impacts belonged entirely to Cacciola.
"You look like you're having the time of your life, Cacciola."
"Ngh, kh... T-This is... nothing at a-aalll!"
"You say that, looking the way you do?"
With a sly chuckle, I gently stroked her wide-open crotch. At present, I held her from behind, locking her thighs spread wide with my own legs. It was a hold that shouldn't have held a candle to her superhuman strength, yet she offered not the slightest resistance, submitting completely to what amounted to erotic training.
Glistening with thick, sticky moisture, her plump folds were flushed a dark, angry crimson.
Pat, pat, slap!
"Ah-hngh?! Hyaaaahn! Hii-eeek...!"
When I lightly patted the drenched mound while rubbing her swollen clit in circles, her slender back bowed like a supple reed, her weight collapsing back into my chest. Her thighs and breasts jiggled violently with every shudder, commanding my full attention.
"You really are ridiculously erotic. Aren't you?"
Smack, smack!
"A-Hnngh! Haahn...! S-Stop that...! Stop hitting my slit...!"
"Stop? Are you sure?"
The instant I froze my hand, she tilted her head back to gaze up at me with raw, desperate longing.
"Ah, haah... P-Please...!"
"Please what?"
"Let me come...! Please? J-Just a little more...!"
Pleading with her pelvis thrust shamelessly into the air, the sheer, lewd depravity of the sight sent another rush of blood hammering down into my groin. I had already ejaculated more than ten times tonight, yet my body continued to perform with terrifying vigor.
"Alright then. Here."
Squlick!
"Nn-hyaaat?!"
When I sank two fingers simultaneously into her tight, feverish canal, her thighs snapped inward in sheer shock.
"Whoa... Look at that grip. You're going to sheer my fingers right off."
"Hii-gh?! Nn-ggh?! H-Ooooh...!"
Splaaash!
"H-Gyaaaahhhngh...?!"
As I stirred the slick, scalding walls within, she bucked her hips in wild tremors. The moment I hooked my fingers upward to scrape against the ridged roof while mashing her clit with my thumb, a torrent of sweet nectar sprayed outward, plunging her into a blinding climax.
"Mmh... Guess I can't go any deeper than that."
Part of me wanted to plunge all the way in to match her peak, but the delicate barrier of her hymen brushed against the tips of my fingers, forcing me to exercise restraint. Instead, I savored the tight, pulsing whirlpool of her inner walls as they clamped down around me. Even without me moving a muscle, her convulsing canal milked my fingers in rapid, involuntary spasms.
"Damn..."
If I thrust into that right now, I'd probably be drained dry within seconds. A wild, impulsive urge flared in my chest, but the sight of a dark-skinned elf kneeling between my thighs, her face buried against my crotch, kept me tethered to reason. This whole scene was absurdly lavish as it was; there was no need to cross the final line just yet.
"Haa-ck, haah, hngh...!"
When the aftershocks finally subsided, Cacciola slumped forward, a dazed, utterly defeated smile plastered across her face.
"Haah, haah...! L-Lord Alzen. Me next...!"
"Alright, alright. Come here."
Grabbing a firm handful of Rebecca's quivering rear as she crawled into my lap, I held out my cup with my free hand. Pashtra, who had been waiting patiently nearby, tilted the bottle wedged between her massive cleavage, pouring the fragrant spirit into the vessel.
"This really is the definition of decadence..."
"Ahn...! That's cold, Lord Alzen..."
As I rubbed the chilled rim of the cup over Pashtra's enormous areolas and erect nipples, she let out an airy, coquetting whine, rolling her hips and letting her monumental chest wobble before my eyes.
"...Unbelievable."
More blood rushed south to an erection that had already pushed beyond all human limits.
"Nn-chup?! Slurp, ch-llp...!"
Right then, a muffled, choked sound drifted up from below. Looking down, my eyes met Nemeth's. Her face was thoroughly buried between my legs, having swallowed my monstrous shaft all the way down to the root.
"Cough, mmgh, slrrrp, chllp...!"
Using her very esophagus to accommodate the monstrous girth clearly took an immense toll; delicate tears clung to the corners of her tightly squeezed eyes. Frankly, seeing a woman encounter a forearm-sized member for the very first time and manage to engulf it down to the base was bordering on miraculous. It had to be a feat only an elite Master could achieve.
To think someone would apply the pinnacle of martial arts to something so utterly obscene... It was breathtakingly hot.
More than anything, watching her face—usually a mask of cold, perfectly symmetrical elven poise—contorted into an undignified grimace just to accommodate my prick made the blood in my veins boil. Her jaw unhinged to its absolute limit, her lips stretched taut, and her cheeks hollowed out to maintain a ferocious vacuum.
A dark elf Sword Master, completely abandoning her dignity just to suck a cock... The sheer debauchery made my heart ache with excitement.
Slrrrp! Gulp! Gulp!
Even while gagging on the intrusion, she dutifully clamped her throat, flexed her tongue, and pumped her head back and forth, all to grant me the greatest possible pleasure. It stoked my male pride and indulged my darkest forbidden urges to the fullest.
"Kh...! That feels incredible, Nemeth. You're ridiculously good at this. Have you done this before?"
"Mm-chllp?! Ch-bllp! Nn-gh...!"
Her eyes snapped wide, and she shook her head frantically in denial. But with an iron rod clogging her airway, no words could emerge, which only served to make the sight even more intoxicating.
"Haaah..."
Letting out a searing exhale, I stroked her hair with one hand while gently pressing the top of my foot against her bare, dark-skinned cleft. Crouched on her knees with her legs spread wide, the plump lips of her groin were pushed prominently outward, and watching them flatten beneath my toes was intensely erotic.
"Nn-chuup?! Mm-khaaah...!"
"So sensitive, Nemeth."
Looking down at her trembling spine, the defined muscles along her back shivering with every suppressed whimper, I smirked wickedly.
"You seem to be enjoying your role as a tool for male gratification quite a bit, though. Look how hard you're working."
"Mmph, slrrrp...!"
She glared up at me with fierce, upturned eyes, but the moment my toes toyed with the tightly closed bud of her flower, her scowl melted into a helpless, shivering stupor.
"Kh... I'm going to finish, Nemeth."
"Mm-gh?!"
Downing the liquor in one gulp while firmly pressing down on the back of her head, the eruption began.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
"Nn-ghhh...!"
As thick torrents of semen cascaded directly into her throat, she arched her back and swayed her pelvis in a trance of pure carnal delight. Did she have a bit of a masochistic streak? Every single one of these women was shockingly wanton in her own way.
"Phew... Truly, phenomenal."
Even after emptying the cup, the flood showed no sign of stopping. I pumped her head up and down a few more times, clamping my hand around her heavy, bouncing breasts.
"Nemeth. Keep your tongue moving while I come."
Slrrrp! Slurp!
"Kh, hnnngh...!"
Her long, thick tongue swept across the underside of my shaft with staggering suction, feeling as though it were dragging the semen straight out of my core by force.
"Nn-chuuup... Puh-haah! Haah! Haah...!"
"That was the best, Nemeth."
Lifting her dark breast onto my palm and giving it a gentle, bouncing pat in praise as she finally coughed up my cock, she pouted slightly—though the shy, pleased curl of her lips betrayed her true feelings.
"Lord Alzen, look at me too, please...!"
"Mmh."
Having reached the end of her patience, Rebecca pounced, capturing my lips and rubbing her body feverishly against mine.
"Nn-chup! Slurp! Haah, nn-huuup...!"
Our tongues tangled frantically, exchanging searing breaths. As we sank into the kiss, I spread her firm butt cheeks wide.
"Nn-chuuup...?!"
Exposing her most private crevice to the open room made her flinch in sudden modesty, but she quickly swayed her hips in bold provocation, wrapping her arms around my neck with even greater desperation. Without hesitation, I slid a finger into her cunt and another into her tight rear entrance simultaneously.
"Ha-chup?!"
Clearly not expecting both holes to be breached at once, her eyes went round, and she arched her lower back to pull away. But with both fingers already buried to the knuckle, the movement only caused her tight muscles to clamp down harder.
Smack!
"Chup?! Nn-hff...!"
When my free hand came down in a sharp, resounding spank across her hip to tell her to push back, she eagerly complied, sticking her bottom out to drink in the double stimulation.
"...Lord Alzen. When might my turn arrive?"
At the flat, deadpan voice, I flicked my eyes downward. Muriel was crouching before my crotch, her lips jutting out in a mild pout. Staring up at me for a quiet moment, she let out a small sigh and shook her head.
"Haaah... If I keep waiting, you'll simply gloss over me. I shall take matters into my own hands."
With that declared, she buried her face between my thighs, drawing my balls into her mouth and rolling them carefully over her tongue.
"Slrrp, chup..."
"Ah, m-me too... I want to drink more of your baby seeds..."
Sensing an opening, Pashtra and Nemeth leaned in alongside her, eagerly licking and sucking whatever surface of my cock and thighs they could reach.
"Kh...!"
"Aahng! Ah-hnnngh...!"
Around that time, Rebecca threw her head back with a wide-open gasp, her body locking in a full-blown climax.
"Haaah, this is heaven. Pure bliss."
"Slrrp, nn-chup... I am glad to hear that..."
"If Lord Alzen is happy, chup, then I'm happy too~"
"Compared to what I've received, lick, this is nothing."
The murmurs drifted up in order from Muriel, Pashtra, and Nemeth. Just watching them huddle together at my crotch, dutifully licking and kissing my balls and shaft while making such sweet confessions, made my breathing turn ragged and sent a fresh surge of heat coursing into my groin.
"Fhuuu..."
Refilling my cup to the brim, I drained it in a single pull and let out a long, heavy breath. Tonight was going to be longer and wilder than any night before.
"Haah, haah... Um, Lord Alzen."
"Hm? What is it?"
Turning back to Rebecca, her moist, post-orgasmic eyes gazed earnestly into mine.
"I just had a thought... If we cannot use the front, couldn't we simply use the back?"
"...What?"
"My back entrance, I mean. If it's there, we wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy at all, right?"
"......"
I stared at her in utter disbelief.
"Th-That... Wow, you really know how to render a man speechless, you little lecher. Are you really that desperate to take my cock inside you?"
"Yes. Even if it's like that, I want to be joined as one with you."
"...No."
"Ehh? Why not?"
"Because that place is an exit, not an entrance. Besides, it requires a lot of preparation. And frankly, no matter how much I care about you, I really don't want to see your shit."
"...That's true. I hadn't thought that far ahead."
Rebecca's cheeks flushed slightly. Yet, far from giving up, she wrapped her arms around me with an expression of hardened resolve.
"Then I will prepare everything thoroughly beforehand and come to you. You won't have an excuse then, right?"
"I don't know about that... I'm really not all that into that kind of thing."
"...Lord Alzen."
In an instant, the warmth vanished from her eyes, replaced by a dark, predatory gleam.
"If you keep teasing me like this, I won't be held responsible for what I do, you know?"
"......"
What could a fragile piece of prey possibly say in the presence of a ravenous beast? Knowing full well that refusing her here would likely result in me being pinned down and taken like a dog, I could only nod in quiet resignation.
"Um, Lord Alzen. There is something I've been curious about."
"What's on your mind?"
Turning my gaze toward Nemeth, she spoke with my cock still resting lightly across her cheek.
"Why... do you refuse to cross the final boundary? Is there some particular circumstance keeping you from doing so?"
"...Ah."
Right.
Now that I thought about it, I had never explained my true circumstances to Arpe or Nemeth. What was I supposed to do about this? Nemeth might handle the truth, but there was no telling how Arpe would react, which made me hesitate to say anything.
"...Mmh, sorry. I don't think I can explain it right now."
"Is that... so. No, it's quite alright."
Looking a little downcast, Nemeth nuzzled her lips against my shaft before resuming her slow, meticulous licks.
"...You're asking for it."
"Y-Yes?"
"Nemeth. Climb up here. Let me have a taste of your pussy."
"W-What kind of vulgar thing to say... Hyak?!"
Hooking my hands beneath her armpits, I hoisted her straight up and buried my face directly between her thighs.
"Ah, aah?! W-Wait...! That's a filthy place...!"
Ignoring her ridiculous protests, I took a full mouthful of the sweet-scented flesh. Perhaps owing to her elven heritage, she was completely devoid of pubic hair, allowing me to enjoy the smooth, velvety skin to my heart's content.
"Hya-aah?! Ngh?! Ah-hnnngh...! Y-Your tongue...! Inside...?!"
The moment I slid my tongue into her tight canal, the pulsing walls clamped down on it like a vice. ...I was pretty sure the blood flow to my tongue had just been cut off. The physical traits of a Master truly defied all measurement.
Slrrr-chup!
"Haa-aangh?! Ah-hnngh...! Hii-yaaat!"
Pulling out was impossible, but pushing further in was well within my power. I opened my mouth wider, driving my tongue as deep into her core as it would go to lick her raw. Tearing screams from her throat, she wrapped her long legs around my neck, her spine quivering violently.
"Ah, ngh! Hnn-aahn...!"
Every time I nibbled on her plump outer folds and stirred the depths with my tongue, a fragrant, sweet nectar poured out like fruit juice, which I swallowed down greedily.
"Aahhh...! W-Why are you drinking that...?!"
Mortified by the sight, her face burned crimson as she squirmed in helpless shame.
"Chup! Slurp! Haaah...!"
"Nn-chuuup...!"
All the while, Muriel, Pashtra, Rebecca, and Cacciola continued to take turns sucking my cock or rubbing their breasts against my bare skin. It was as if I were masturbating with the bodies of four other women while treating Nemeth's slit as the main course. The sheer, overwhelming decadence sent my arousal skyrocketing.
"Ngh?!