Day 5 of Holding Back - Part 2
The night air felt heavier than usual.
After finishing dinner, Irene and I sat on the bed for a moment to let our food settle before diving into today’s “stimulation.” The innkeeper and his wife had given us an ridiculously nice room for a bargain price. Not only was it spacious, but they’d even prepared a bathtub full of warm water—something I never would have expected. And the bed? So plush and soft it felt like an entirely different class from every other inn we’d stayed at.
Plus, being tucked away in the corner meant we didn’t have to worry about noise complaints.
“What are we doing today~?”
Irene kicked her feet lightly, looking like she could barely contain her excitement for whatever we had planned.
“Want to listen to my heartbeat?”
She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was gearing up for sex. The heavy thump-thump made my own pulse start racing in response.
“Morris, your heartbeat is… really loud too?”
Before I knew it, Irene had moved her hand to my chest. She closed her eyes, savoring the rhythm. The way she looked right then felt dangerously seductive.
“Hngh?!”
I kissed her. Irene startled at the sudden move, but she quickly melted into it, eyelids fluttering shut as she focused entirely on the dance of our tongues. My hand slid up to rest on her clothes.
I started undressing her, piece by piece.
Off came the sleeves. Irene helped by shrugging her arms free.
Down slid the fabric. She lifted her hips so it would slip away easily.
Next was the underwear. She unhooked her bra while I peeled away her already soaked panties.
In almost the same order, Irene stripped me.
First my top. Then my bottoms. And finally, the tented underwear straining against my aching erection.
D-94
Days until death.
“Taking your underwear off is so hard…? This big, beautiful thing keeps getting in the way♡”
I took Irene’s hands—still gripping both sides of my underwear—and helped her slide them down smoothly. Once again, just like every night before, we were completely naked. My cock stood rock-hard, repeatedly tapping against the plump, raised mound above her womb.
“It looks even bigger than before…?”
Irene giggled as she rubbed my length against her stomach. But today’s rules didn’t allow that kind of stimulation. So I grabbed her waist and slowly stroked the sensitive flesh over her womb with my fingers. Her reaction was immediate.
“Ooh… ooooh?”
Her eyes rolled upward as she experienced the unfamiliar pleasure and came lightly. The more I caressed her heated womb-cover, the more she moaned like I was touching her pussy directly.
“Haa… haa… attacking first… ooooh?!”
My hands moved to her breasts. They felt like firm, bouncy jelly—soft and springy. Just squeezing them made me feel like I might explode.
When I gripped them harder—
“Hyaah?! Haaang!”
Irene lost herself completely. The long-awaited stimulation to her erogenous zones made her squirt violently from below.
Thick, milky love juices kept pouring out of her.
But this wasn’t enough.
I moved the hand that had been teasing her womb upward and began playing with her other nipple. At the same time, I took the first one into my mouth and rolled it with my tongue.
“Mmmh…! There… ah… so sensitive… haaang!”
It tasted incredible. Salty-sweet and comforting. The warm, milky scent was so rich I almost expected actual breast milk to flow. I kept stroking her nipples up and down, occasionally circling them with my index finger. I never stopped massaging the soft underside of her breasts either.
Her other breast became my personal pacifier. Every time I sucked hard, Irene’s thighs twitched uncontrollably as she struggled to hold back. When I gave her nipple a light bite—
“Mmmh?!”
Her eyes flew wide open. She stretched her legs straight out and came again. Irene collapsed onto the bed, and I lay down beside her.
“Haa… haa… So today… is all about playing with my tits?”
Irene laughed between heavy breaths. Even though she was still riding the high of her orgasm, her face looked like it was melting with joy at finally being allowed to cum.
“Today’s the day we touch everything except the genitals.”
“Haa, haa… So that means I get to play with your nipples too?”
“…Yeah.”
Irene immediately started getting her revenge, pinching and twisting my nipples. She even licked the other one. I hadn’t expected it to feel like anything, but—
“Ugh…”
The stimulation hit me anyway.
“Whoa… So guys can feel it through their nipples too? That’s so interesting~”
She kept attacking me without mercy. I couldn’t just lie there and take it. I raised my hand in the air, then brought it down with a soft smack.
“Mmh?!”
My palm landed on Irene’s ass. It was incredibly soft—different from her breasts. Like the kind of fluffy white bread only nobles could afford. I kept kneading that plump rear, deliberately teasing the area close to her pussy.
“You…! Mmh?!”
If I slid inside her ass right now, it would probably feel amazing. If I just rubbed my cock between her cheeks, they were so soft I’d cum in seconds. Wait… that wouldn’t technically count as sex, right? No. That’s not allowed. I have to hold back. That was the promise.
Every time I gently squeezed the flesh near her pussy and moved, Irene’s whole body jolted.
“Haa… haa…”
She finally pulled her mouth and hands away from my chest and looked at me with eyes that seemed to be melting. They were filled with soft, desperate longing—a gaze burning with raw desire.
I answered that look with another kiss. As if she’d been waiting for it, Irene closed her eyes and tangled her tongue with mine. Just like last night. Just like during the day.
While we kissed, I kept massaging her ass. Her trembling thighs brushed against my cock, but I blocked them with my own leg and continued groping her soft cheeks. Every time I did, I could feel her tongue quiver against mine, and her breathing grew shaky.
I didn’t miss a single tremor. I captured her tongue with mine and kept ravishing it—sucking wildly, pulling it deeper so she couldn’t escape. Whenever she tried to pull away, I squeezed her ass hard and yanked her body closer.
“Mmmph… mah… mah hew… mah chesht too…”
Irene tried to speak through the kiss. It sounded like she was begging me to touch her breasts again. But why would I? If I did, she’d just cum again.
I pulled my tongue free and looked at her.
“Hueh…? Eh?”
Irene looked completely lost now that the pleasure had suddenly stopped. She panted heavily, tongue darting around in confusion.
She even pushed her own breasts forward with both hands, as if silently begging me to suck them.
Here’s a pair of delicious tits. They’re so soft and responsive that just touching them feels like heaven. And these perky pink nipples? If you suck on them even a little, you’ll get addicted to how sweet they taste.
She offered them with both hands. She even started sucking on her own breasts, passionately trying to tempt me.
The sight was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but laugh. I was honestly tempted to dive right between those soft mounds and bury my face in them.
But instead, I decided to tease her even more.
“Here.”
I positioned my cock right in front of Irene’s mouth.
“O… ooooooh… ooooh…”
Irene grew even more excited. She started groping her own breasts more violently. When her hand drifted toward her pussy—
“Nope. Don’t.”
I stopped her with words alone.
She looked like she was about to cry. She kept moving her face closer and then pulling back, almost touching my cock, almost pressing it against her cheek, sniffing it desperately.
“Cock… this cock right now… if you put it in… it would definitely…”
She kept swallowing hard. Drool spilled from her lips as she kneaded her breasts, rubbing them together, pinching her nipples and rolling them against each other.
It was a clear seduction. And I was doing something equally dangerous—waving my cock in front of her face. Her eyes followed it like she was hypnotized.
I brought it closer to her lips. Irene breathed heavily and pushed her own lips forward. Slowly, they drew nearer. The moment her breath touched the tip of my glans—
“No.”
I pulled my hips back and hid my cock from view.
Irene stared at me with a mixture of disappointment and resentment, like I’d just stolen candy from right in front of her.
“You said we couldn’t… so why would you do that on purpose?”
Her breathing grew heavier. Her excitement was building. The way she played with her own nipples sped up, and it was clear she was approaching another orgasm.
“Ah, mmh… ah… ah…”
Her pussy was visibly getting wetter. Little spurts of fluid kept leaking out, like she was about to squirt any second.
Right then—
“No.”
I grabbed both of Irene’s hands, interlaced our fingers, and pinned her down beneath me so she couldn’t move. All she could do was lie there and stare up at my rigid cock hovering above her.
“I… I was about to cum… why… why…?”
I decided it was time for some daytime revenge.
I leaned down to her ear and whispered in a low, deliberate voice.
“Isn’t it unfair?”
When Irene heard the exact words she’d said to me earlier that day, her eyes widened in shock. Then she trembled with excitement, as if the very act of being teased like this felt incredibly good.
“I can only cum with my cock… but you can cum just from your breasts? That’s… really unfair.”
Her breathing grew even rougher. Her pupils were locked onto me.
“So…”
I pressed my cock against her face again.
“Hold it in.”
And so, at long last, we finally did.
D-94
Until Irene and Morris’s death.
