Liberation, Part 3
Irene was devouring my cock with her pussy, which was so full of semen that it was still leaking out.
"I-Irene...?"
"Ah, you're awake? Sorry. I just got so incredibly horny all of a sudden... *Mngh!*"
Irene squirted. She stopped moving for a moment, her head tilted back.
"So you raped me in my sleep?"
Irene lifted her head, looked at me, flashed a peace sign, and giggled. As she did, she stroked her lower belly—the soft flesh covering her womb, which was currently acting as a storage tank for my cum.
"Well, we fell asleep while having sex, didn't we...?"
I turned my head and saw that the sun was already setting. It seemed we had slept for a long time.
"Thinking about that just made me feel strangely hot all over..."
Irene pulled my cock out of her pussy. She let out a soft, whimpering moan.
Just how much semen had been stored inside her? The moment the plug was removed, a thick stream of cum gushed out, soaking the bedsheets.
"I climbed on top of you and kept going for about an hour. Even though you were asleep, you kept shooting so much cum inside me... ♡"
She then aligned her pussy over my cock again, grinding it back and forth.
"But Maurice... can you even move? Are you too exhausted to budge?"
"Of course I can..."
Wait.
My body wouldn't move. Muscle aches throbbed all over, rendering me completely paralyzed. Even trying to twitch sent a wave of intense pain through me, as if my body was telling me to rest for a while.
"I actually can't move...?"
"Really? In that case..."
Irene stopped grinding and slid my cock back inside her wet folds.
"Then I'll be the one on the offensive tonight! ♡"
She began to vigorously move her hips.
"Ugh...!"
Irene's hip movements were driving me crazy. While she kept up a steady up-and-down rhythm, she would occasionally roll her hips side-to-side, stimulating my shaft. Then, once she found the perfect angle that fit my cock just right...
"Ah, here it is... ♡"
As if she had locked onto her prey, she held that exact angle and began to pump up and down. Her positioning was fantastic. Unlike when I was the one stimulating her, her pussy moved in perfect alignment with my cock, sending a continuous wave of pleasurable friction straight to my brain.
"Maurice, Maurice... how does it feel? It feels so good to me... *haaahn*..."
Irene shuddered occasionally as she experienced light orgasms. Every time she did, she would stick her tongue out slightly, her eyes half-lidded in pure ecstasy.
All the while, her slick juices dripped heavily onto my thighs and waist.
"Maurice... I'll take care of everything tonight, so don't worry... okay?"
"Irene... *ngh*... it feels great, but I'm worried this is going to make my muscle aches even worse..."
"Who cares?"
Irene cupped my face. She kissed my neck and whispered:
"Tonight, all that matters is feeling good. Whether your body hurts or not is a problem for later. You can just recover then..."
"..."
*I guess she's right.*
Her words slowly began to make sense to me.
So, I decided to just lie still and surrender myself to the sex she was directing.
"Maurice... earlier this morning..."
"Ugh... what about this morning...?"
"What do you think the landlady thought when she saw us? *Hah*, do you think she thought it was, *ngh*, disgusting?"
"Who cares... we were... *ngh*, just making love."
*Making love.*
Those words seemed to strike a chord with Irene, and she beamed brightly.
"Right? We were just making love, weren't we? So she won't look at us weirdly or anything, right?"
"I don't care if she looks at us weirdly or not... I was only focused on you. You're the only one I was looking at... You're the only one I need to care about."
"...Then do I only need to care about you too, Maurice?"
Irene stopped moving her hips. She looked down at me with a smile, as if eagerly anticipating my answer.
"Of course... didn't we already promise each other?"
"What was it again...?"
"My cock belongs to you, Irene, and your pussy belongs to me, Maurice. What's ours belongs to each other."
Satisfied with the correct answer, Irene placed a hand over her chest, her flushed face lighting up with an even brighter smile.
"I'm so happy, Maurice... that you remembered."
"Of course I remember. It was a promise and a declaration I made to you. How could I ever forget...?"
The moment I said that, Irene's hip movements turned wild. It was far more intense than anything she had done before, as if she was determined to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me right then and there.
"Cum for me, hurry! Irene wants to feed Maurice's cum to her womb!"
"Ah, Irene...!"
Before long, I began to ejaculate.
As my semen shot past her cervix, Irene drooled in pleasure, savoring the sensation of the hot liquid filling her womb and vagina. She ground her hips greedily, begging for more.
Once I finished, Irene slowly pulled herself off me, like sliding a pillar out of its socket, and spread her thighs to show me her pussy, which was overflowing with my cum.
"*Haa... haa...* you shot so much, and yet there's still this much left..."
As if even that wasn't enough, she leaned down to lick and suck my messy shaft clean.
Watching her do that made my cock twitch and rise again on its own.
"Maurice, your stamina really is amazing... ♡ Getting this hard again with just a little stimulation."
"It's because you're too damn sexy..."
"Which means I'm just that feminine and desirable to you, right?"
"Think whatever you want... though I won't deny it."
Hearing that, Irene looked absolutely thrilled. She snuggled into my arm and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek.
"So~ what position should we try next~?"
"I want to do it while looking at your ass."
"Pervert~ But I'm curious about how it feels too, so let's do it."
Irene readily complied with my request. She turned around, raising her hips toward me, and slid my cock inside her from behind.
"*Ahhn*... this feels so different..."
Soon, she began to move her hips vigorously again. Her ass bounced right in front of my eyes. Irene's massive, gorgeous, beautiful buttocks shook continuously with her movements.
It was beautiful. I wanted to grab and squeeze it, but it was frustrating that my body wouldn't move.
Still, this was incredibly pleasurable in its own way. The tip of my cock was rubbing against her cervix from a completely different angle, and the vaginal walls felt entirely different in this reverse position, making it feel as if I were inside a brand-new pussy.
The stimulation on the head of my cock was especially intense. If she kept grinding like this, I felt like I would cum in no time.
"Maurice, Maurice, does it feel good? I love it so much..."
Irene rode me relentlessly. As if she never wanted this pleasure to end, her pussy twitched and gushed juices. Even as she squirted and peaked repeatedly, she didn't stop.
It seemed we had found Irene's favorite position.
"*Nngh, ahhngh...*"
Irene began to make strange, lewd noises. I guess that was proof of how good it felt. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it only made my cock harder, making me want to keep going even more.
"*Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!*"
She whimpered almost like a dog. I wanted to spank her ass. If I slapped it right now, she'd probably make even wilder noises. It was a pity my body wouldn't move.
"Irene... Irene...!"
I was right on the edge. Irene, completely deaf to my voice, just kept grinding away. In the end, unable to stop her, I ejaculated.
"*Nngh... ahh...*"
Irene collapsed onto my chest as I filled her inside.
Her face was flushed with pleasure, her body twitching as my cum pumped deep into her vagina.
"Irene, are you okay?"
I kept calling her name. Irene blinked, looked at me, and smiled.
"That was the best it's ever felt, Maurice..."
"Me too. That position... it felt amazing."
"I'm glad..."
Irene lay down properly beside me and kissed me again. Deeply.
Then, hugging me tight, she began to speak.
"Maurice, we can stay together like this for the rest of our days, right?"
"Yeah. Of course. We share the same fate, after all."
"Hehe... bound by fate..."
Irene giggled, looking shy but happy.
"Maurice, there's something I'm curious about... can I ask?"
"Of course."
Irene hesitated, fidgeting as if struggling to find the words, before finally speaking.
"We're... childhood friends, right?"
I felt like I should give a different answer, but...
"Yeah. We're childhood friends."
I answered her honestly.
"Then we can trust and rely on each other, right?"
Irene wore a subtle, unreadable smile.
"That's right."
"Then... how far would you go for me?"
"As much as you trust me, I will trust you."
"And?"
"As much as you rely on me, I will rely on you."
"...I'm happy."
Irene smiled.
Our lovemaking was over.
We just lay there naked, facing each other. Until we fell asleep.
It wasn't because we didn't want to do it anymore, but because it felt like we needed to talk more about each other.
It felt like we needed to move beyond a purely physical connection and step into something deeper, something spiritual.
So, facing each other, we kept talking.
In the end, we had finally, truly claimed each other.
Days until Irene and Maurice's death.