I Want to Dye This Woman in My Colors
I wanted to dye this girl even more. No—this woman. This person. I wanted to color her entirely in my shade.
“A little tighter… Squeeze it… Mmm… Yes, like that… Scrape the tip of the glans… Ah! Yes. Just like that… Yes…”
“It’s already so wet and slippery… Does it feel that good when I do this? When I scratch here, you flinch and tremble like this…?”
The wet sounds of schlick, schlick, squelch filled the air. When Labella stroked him with the intent to make him cum, her hand felt so devastatingly good that he would have spilled in minutes. By comparison, Loren’s touch was clumsy and awkward. Still, as her fingers grew a little more skilled with each stroke, Marei placed a hand on his master’s head and let a small moan slip free.
“Ah… Master… Yes… Yes, just like that…”
“So this is what you like…”
Loren clearly understood the mechanics of sex between men and women, yet she had never performed this kind of service before. She had no sense of pacing and simply worked the boy’s penis with earnest devotion. As a result, his climax built slowly, the tempo far too leisurely for a boy who emptied himself inside his mother and the women around her every single day. Dissatisfaction began to pool inside him, and he acted at once.
Squelch!
“Eut…!”
A hand had already pushed between her thighs, spreading her entrance and thrusting inside. Caught off guard by her disciple’s sudden attack, Loren could do nothing but shiver violently, a thick gush of nectar spilling from her lower lips.
“Faster. Move your hand faster, Loren. Hurry.”
“Ugh… I-I understand… Eut… Eut… I’ll do it… Eut…!”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The fingers stirring inside her belly made Loren’s whole body tremble as she struggled to pump Marei’s shaft. Yet her inexperienced, frantic stroking was nowhere near enough to bring the boy—who had known far too many pleasures—to climax.
“Loren. Loren. Faster… Faster… Even faster…!”
“Ugh… Eut… I-I’m doing it… Eut… Eut… I’m going as fast as I can… Aaah… Ah! Eut… Eut…!”
She kept lovingly sliding her small hand up and down the young boy’s penis, but the pleasure from the fingers plunging into her core made her hips rise. Her plump bottom moved subtly, almost as if stroking his thigh in return.
“Ah! Ah… If you push them in like that… Aah… I-I can’t… I can’t do it… Haaangh… Eut…”
Her small frame shook her head roughly from side to side, desperately holding back the rising peak. Even as his hand grew slick and filthy with her juices, she fought to keep stroking him. The sight was both pitiful and unbearably erotic.
“Loren. Faster. Faster. Faster!”
The boy, his eyes gleaming with pure sexual greed, paid no attention to her pleas. He kept thrusting his fingers deeper into her core, urging her hand to move quicker. Loren’s body twitched and shuddered as her hand sped up, but the increasingly rough fingers inside her robbed her of any composure. She came again, spraying nectar in a hot rush.
“Ugh… Eut… I’ll do it… I’ll do it, so… I’ll use my hair, so…”
Seeing the golden hair that Loren had so carefully brushed for him flutter and cling to his penis, she wrapped those silken strands around his length and began to stroke again.
Schlurp. Schlick. Schlurp. Schlick, schlick, schlick.
“Aah… That’s good… Loren… Your hair feels so ticklish… Uuh… Uh…”
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Uuh… Your f-fingers are stirring inside my belly… Haaah…!”
Loren’s vision was already whitening with the threat of immediate climax, yet she forced herself to stay conscious. She twisted her own golden hair tightly around his glans and pumped it up and down with desperate force.
“Hah… I-I’m going to cum… Loren… Your hair feels so good… Uuh… I’m going to cum… Haa… I’m going to cum, Loren… Uuht…!”
Squelch, squelch, schlurp. Squelch, schlurp.
The sounds of fingers ravaging her soft inner walls and scooping out honey mixed with the wet, airy noises of her small hand pumping him, creating a lewd symphony.
“Hut… Uuht… I-I’m… I’m going to go too… Aah… Aaaah…”
“I’m cumming… I’m cumming…!”
Marei shoved his fingers all the way into Loren’s tight channel and shuddered violently.
“Eut… Eut… C-cumming… Cumming…!”
At the same moment, Loren looked down at his penis, panting hard, her entire body trembling harder than ever before. She threw her head back, tongue lolling out, and the instant she reached her peak, the strength left her hand that had been gripping him. Thick, milky semen erupted in powerful jets.
Sluuuuurp…!
The viscous globs exploded outward, arcing through the air before splattering everywhere. For a moment it sprayed like a normal man’s release, but then the penis began jerking wildly in every direction, flinging sticky ropes at random.
Schlurp. Schlurp… Schlurp… Pyuuut… Pyuuut…!
The heavy semen, pulled down by gravity, coated Loren’s face, splattered across the floor, left thick stains on her white robe, and dripped in obscene trails down her red hakama. Wave after wave of cum thoroughly defiled both the boy and his master.
Pyurut… Byuuut… Schlick… Squelch. Schlurp. Schlick… Schlick…!
“Ugh… Eut… Uwaa… Ah… Aauu… Haa…”
The penis that had been jerking nonstop finally began to calm. It moved more slowly now, yet remained rock-hard as it aimed the last drops of semen still left in the urethra directly onto Loren’s face. Even Loren, who had just climaxed, stared in shock at the sheer volume—enough to make anyone flinch. She had no idea that because of her clumsy handjob and the overwhelming atmosphere, Marei hadn’t felt proper pleasure and had only released a fraction of his usual monstrous load.
“Haaah…”
Letting out a satisfied sigh, Marei pulled Loren close, burying his nose in the sweet-scented nape of her neck and breathing deeply. He gently kneaded her slender body, which looked as though it might collapse at any moment.
“Uuh… Mmm… Mmmh… Mmm…”
Every time he pinched her nipples or traced his fingertips around her areolas, the tiny, beautiful girl let out excited breaths and shivered. Her animal ears twitched cutely with each squeeze of her breasts, and her cum-stained tail flicked about, completely losing all sense of direction.
“Loren. Loren. Loren.”
“Auuu… Yes… Yes…”
Watching his master slowly regain her senses, Marei lightly bit her ear and began calling her name without pause. In response, Loren unconsciously answered him with polite speech once more.
“You’ve made me all dirty because of you, Loren.”
“Y-yes… I have…”
It had been Marei who forced her to stroke him, yet Loren nodded as if she had no choice. She had told herself she mustn’t, mustn’t do this—yet she hadn’t refused. That guilt was hers, she rationalized, and the thought settled inside her before she even realized it.
“We’ll have to clean up, won’t we?”
Even though it was only a young boy’s voice, it seemed to melt her ears. The shame she felt now was far greater than the moment she had climaxed shamefully loud under her disciple’s fingers.
Her golden eyes were filled with the sight of the floor covered in semen. The clumps were so thick they seemed more like solid masses than liquid, scattered everywhere. The fishy scent rising from the heavy globs clinging to her face nearly paralyzed her nose. Strangely, instead of disgust, she felt a peculiar thirst. Some instinct told her that if she simply reached out her tongue, that thirst would be satisfied.
As Loren rationally turned her head this way and that, searching for something to wipe the semen away, Marei lovingly took her ear into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue. She flinched hard in surprise, but the affectionate touch only made her blush. She pretended not to notice and looked away.
In response, Marei used his fingertips to scoop the thick semen stuck to her small face and smeared it around her lips. The fox shrine maiden opened her mouth as if to extend her tongue, then clamped it shut again. Marei slowly pushed his finger between her tightly closed lips.
“Lick it clean.”
Loren slowly raised her gaze, gave a tiny nod, and extended her small tongue. She began to carefully lick the boy’s semen-covered finger. Her pink tongue moved like a cat drinking water, wrapping around his digit.
Slurp… Suck… Suck…Gulp.
After confirming she had swallowed every drop, Marei pulled his finger from her tongue and lightly wiped his saliva-smeared hand across her lips.
“What does it taste like?”
“It’s fishy… and so sticky it clings all the way down my throat.”
Loren kept her head lowered, unable to meet his eyes, murmuring softly. As if entranced, she continued speaking while licking her lips.
“My stomach feels strangely hot… Mmm…”
She shifted, wiggling her bottom. The soft, obscene flesh rubbed against Marei’s lower abdomen. It was an appeal any man would understand, yet for a boy surrounded daily by women who clung to him with passionate, sticky heat, it was far too weak.
“Then would you like to eat more? Since we’re cleaning up anyway?”
He loosened the arm that had been holding her tightly and leaned forward. Loren’s body pitched ahead. Instinctively she reached out, ending up with only her upper body pressed down like an awkward bow. Unable to react properly to the boy’s sudden movement, she stared wide-eyed at the mass of semen right in front of her nose.
The sticky scent seemed to cling to every single alveolus in her lungs, threatening to daze her mind. Was he really telling her to lick this up with her tongue? Loren could only stare blankly at the gelatinous glob quivering like jelly with her own breath.
“Master. Hurry.”
She knew there was no respect or reverence behind Marei calling her “Master.” She herself had never cared much for such titles, yet watching the boy grow excited by the immorality of ordering his master around made her want to frown. No—she should be angry. That was the correct response. And yet, strangely, she felt no displeasure.
Long-forgotten shame and humiliation crept up, tightening around her throat. Sensations buried too long ago resurfaced, screaming at her, but all she heard was incoherent mumbling. It sounded like noise from a radio stuck between stations. All she could feel was the boy’s hand gripping her waist, forcing her toward the semen on the floor, his pressing gaze, and the cum right before her eyes.
“Master?”
At the boy’s urging, Loren’s trembling lips parted slightly. She extended her pale pink tongue and carefully touched it to the clump of semen stuck to the floor.
Lick. Lick. Lick. Slurp. Sluuurp… Suck…
Once she had touched it with her tongue, there was no longer any hesitation. Something inside her was breaking. Something was being lost. Loren felt an indescribable sense of deficiency, yet that feeling was being overwritten by something far larger—an emotion she could not name. The slippery semen clinging to the tip of her tongue and between her teeth made her want to vomit. The fishy, sticky smell was so strong it seemed to melt her brain. Yet she could neither vomit nor spit it out. The sensation of something filling her was faster than anything leaving, and she could not regain her senses.
When she finally came back to herself, she realized she was licking the now-clean floor where no semen remained. What was she doing? The thought had barely formed when she noticed more clumps scattered just ahead. Loren crawled forward like an animal, reaching out, extending her tongue, and devouring the young boy’s leftover desire with wet, greedy sounds.
“Loren… You’re incredibly lewd.”
Watching his master frantically lick his semen from the floor while wiggling her ass from side to side, Marei grabbed her bottom and gently spread it open. Loren, lost in her hunger for the cum, didn’t notice him parting his thighs or pressing his penis against her. She only regained her senses when the tip of his cock began pushing into her narrow entrance.
“Hut…!? Eut?? Uh… Uh… M-Marei…?”
Schlurp… Schlick… Schlick… Schlick… Squeeeelch… Squelch…
Loren turned her head in disbelief, looking at Marei. But he simply spread her entrance to its limit and drove his massive shaft deep into his master’s sticky, heated inner walls in one thrust.
“Ah… Ah! Eut… Haaangh… Eut… Eut…! Uuuuht…!”
Squelch, squelch, schlick… Squeeeelch… Sluuuuurp… Schlick…!
The enormous penis forced its way into her small, narrow passage. It was hard to believe she was even smaller than Philia; the pleasant, fleshy interior accepted the inhuman cock as if it belonged there. At first it had squeezed him almost painfully, but now it felt like a hole perfectly molded to its owner. Still, like a spoiled cat that refused to yield completely, her tight entrance resisted. Marei swung his hips with all his strength, ravishing his master.
“Uuuht… Loren, you’re squeezing so tightly… Eut… Loren… Loren…”
“Aaaaaah… Ah… Ooooh… Uuuuht… Eut… Eut…!”
It was definitely narrower and smaller than Philia’s passage. So tight it almost hurt. Yet this small female hole wrapped his penis in perfect pleasure, squeezing and milking him. He thrust without resistance, the wet sounds of impact against her ass growing louder and louder, until finally the tip of his cock bumped against something deep inside.