Taming the Teacher IV [Labella & Idrien] (14)
“Guuuuuh…!!! Kuuuuuuuuuh!!!”
Even as her consciousness flickered in and out at the peak of climax, Illien held the humiliating position her Master had commanded, gritting her teeth and whimpering like a newborn mammal.
“It’s because Idrien keeps poking me… that’s why.”
“Me? Where? Where exactly did I poke?”
She raised her voice in protest against Idrien’s teasing, only to trail off in embarrassment. That very reaction seemed to ignite something in the other woman. Idrien boldly slipped her finger between the boy’s buttocks and began to slyly circle the rim of the hole meant for waste.
“Nngh… ngh… That place… right now… the spot you’re touching…”
“And what is this place? A greedy little hole that sucks my pinky finger all the way in? Hehehehe…”
As if she wanted to hear the words come straight from the boy’s own mouth—just as she had been trained—Idrien pushed her finger into the trembling space between his buttocks once more. His body was still hypersensitive after ejaculation.
-Squelch.
The long pinky finger slid back into the young boy’s ass. Even after climaxing, his cock remained rock-hard and twitched violently. At the same time, its thick outline bulged obscenely against Illien’s lower belly where their bodies were pressed together.
“Hiiit… I-Idrieeeen…”
“This is what you’re talking about, right? What is it, Marei? Idrien is a stupid Meat Toilet, so she won’t know unless you tell her. Hurry up and say it. Hehe… Looks like big sis has already lost her mind again. What a loose slut.”
“Ugh… uht… ooh… oht… oht…”
The hands flung behind her shoulders could no longer hold their position and slid weakly to the floor. Her once-gentle face was now completely stained with pleasure, evoking nothing but a bitch in heat as her head fell back, exposing the sharp line of her jaw.
“Hurry up and tell me, Marei. Where am I poking you? A masochistic elf pig like me doesn’t know, so the Master has to teach her himself. Where exactly am I poking on Marei? Hm?”
“Nngh… I-I’m sorry… Idrien… I won’t say those words again… nngh… I promise…”
“No, Marei. That’s not the answer I want. I don’t mind if you call me a masochistic elf pig. I’m your exclusive Meat Toilet. You can call me a floor-licking pig bitch if you want. I really mean it. For you, I’d happily clean the floor while getting fucked. Hehehe… What I want to hear is exactly what part of our lovely Master I’m poking right now.”
-Squelch… Squelch… Squelch… Squelch…
Watching the young boy pant with his mouth hanging open, Idrien rubbed her own thighs together without pause, completely soaking her ankles. Being dominated one-sidedly wasn’t bad. Having loving sex with him was euphoric enough to drown in. But hearing Marei cry in such a fragile voice stimulated every inch of her body just as intensely.
“Nngh… Idrien was bad… S-stop iiiiit… Ah, I’ll be gentle from now on… nnghuu…!”
“That’s not what I want to hear. Please, Marei. Tell me where I’m poking you. Tell the perverted masochistic elf Meat Toilet. Tell the perverted pig bitch who now happily accepts that it’s good to become a Meat Toilet whenever she gets violated alongside her sister. Hm? I’m begging you. Tell me where on Marei I’m poking. Please… I’m begging you… Hm? Tell me. Tell me. Please tell me.”
The sight of the boy twisting and trying to escape her embrace drove Idrien nearly insane. She had secretly hoped he would treat her this way in the future, but that had only been a passing desire. In truth, she was already prepared to happily accept being laid beside her sister and used as nothing but holes for his lust. She didn’t want his apologies at all.
“Aaaah… My asshole… Idrien is poking my asshole…!!”
“Hahahahahat…! That’s perfect. I love you, Marei. I can’t even remember why I hated you so much at first. Now I only have you and big sis. Yes, really. It’s the best. Does getting your asshole poked feel good, Master?”
“Nngh… It’s weird… It feels so weird, Idrien… If you keep poking there… nnghuu… s-stop… I think I’m going to cum again.”
Considering this was the same boy who had claimed every hole on the twin professors and even violated his own mother, the scream that left him was shockingly fragile. The same boy who had taken turns stabbing their cervices and critiquing the sensations was now panting helplessly from a single finger in his ass. Idrien smiled with delight as she ground her soaked pussy hard against one of Marei’s thighs.
“Yes, Marei. Cum as much as you want. Big sis can’t see it anyway—it’s all yours. Cum freely. Ejaculate everything. If they’re your children, I’ll gladly give birth to as many as you want. Hehe, so many cute babies… Of course, only after you’ve grown up.”
Idrien finally released the boy from her full-body restraint. The sight of him trembling while he raw-dogged her sister from behind and pumped her womb full of semen was so adorable she couldn’t stand it. She showered endless kisses across Marei’s cheek as he unloaded into Illien’s womb.
Even under that affectionate assault, Marei latched onto Illien’s heavily swaying breasts with wet sucking sounds and, as if driven by instinct, gave one more short, powerful ejaculation into the Meat Toilet’s already overflowing body.
“Nguuuuh…! Illien… slurp…!”
-Squelch squelch!
Marei gripped the supreme female body that looked ready to collapse backward at any moment, locking her pelvis in place. Despite the pressure of semen gushing out so forcefully it nearly pushed his cock free, he lifted his hips with a loud squelch and drove the semen back into her womb, ejaculating again.
“Ngh…! Nngh…! Ngh…! Nguuuuuuuuh…!!”
Illien’s eyes had completely lost focus. Her entire body shivered violently with every thrust of the young boy’s waist. Her back arched like a bow, belly thrust forward, toes stretched desperately in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure—yet she remained trapped in his grasp, forced to accept every drop of ecstasy he poured into her. Her mouth hung wide open, a long pink tongue lolling out as she cried and shook.
-Sluuuuurp…! Gush! Sluuuuurp…!
“You can’t run away, Illien… I’m going to keep cumming. I’ll fill your womb completely… hngh…!”
“Gek… euk… ang, aaack… heuk… hnght…!”
Her breath hitched, sweet moans spilling out alongside the choking sounds. Her lower belly trembled violently, squeezing his cock with obscene pleasure and begging for even more semen. The load being forced in to the absolute limit swelled inside her, and the mind that had been lost in pleasure suddenly snapped back with pain.
“Ah, it hurts…! My belly… my belly is stretching… hiiit… hiiiiiiit… hit… hit… It’s getting bigger… aaaaaah!”
“Just a little more. I’ll cum just a little more, so don’t run.”
“Hit…! Hit…! M-Master… p-please… forgive me… nngh… ngh… hak…! Hak…!”
The usual Illien would have clung to him tighter, shaking her hips, touching him everywhere and acting adorably spoiled. But after three consecutive orgasms, she no longer had the presence of mind for any of that. With one more enormous ejaculation following, Idrien thrashed as if in agony, struggling on pure survival instinct to escape the young boy. All she had to do was push him away—but a completely broken female could never imagine raising a hand against her precious Master.
“How many times was that, Illien? Hm?”
“Aaht… hiiit… After the twelfth I couldn’t count anymore… I-I’m sorry… uht… oht… uhiHit…!”
Her womb was being pushed to its absolute limit; the swelling of her belly was visible with every gurgle. Even as tears of pain streamed endlessly down her face and cold sweat poured from her body, Illien still answered her beloved Master’s question with everything she could remember, wearing the pitiful expression of a scolded child.
-Sluuuuurp…! Squelch…!
“Ugh, the way your womb pushes back feels so good… hng… If you can’t remember, you’ll have to be punished. Stay still, Illien.”
“Uhehehe… hit… yesss… yeeeees… yes! Hnguuuuuh… kheuuuk…! Kuk… kheuhuk…!”
With nothing to hold onto, Illien’s hands clawed desperately at empty air, clenching and unclenching over and over. Her fists were squeezed so tightly they trembled. Unable to resist the pleasure that melted her whole body alongside the pain, she gritted her teeth and moaned.
“Ahu… I-I’m all done cumming… Illien… You did so well… Good girl. Such a good girl, Illien… You took everything… heuuuu… Good… You endured so well. Illien is a good girl.”
“Haa… haa… haa… haa… Yes… th-thank you… Illien is a good pet… uhu… If it’s what Master wants… I can do anything… haa… haa… because I’m your exclusive pet… nngh…!”
-Squelch! Pop!
The grip her insides had on him had been so tight that pulling out produced an adorable sound like uncorking a bottle. Illien could no longer hold herself up. She reached forward, placing both hands on her twin sister’s shoulders, focusing every ounce of concentration on keeping her trembling legs from giving out. At the same time, her enormous breasts swayed heavily in opposite directions with the motion. Marei casually grabbed the right one—the nipple already glistening—and popped it into his mouth.
“Haa… Illien’s hole felt amazing. Slurp…”
“If you suck my breasts right now… nnghuu…!”
Illien let out a soft sob, buried her face in Idrien’s shoulder, and collapsed. Seeing her older sister go completely limp with her feet still planted on the ground, Idrien gently stroked the sweat-soaked hair and licked the glistening forehead with the tip of her tongue. The moment the tension left her lower body, thick white semen poured out from their joined sexes. The amount that had been forced into her womb at its absolute limit could only be described as gushing.
“Uht…! Uuuuht…! Uht…!”
-Sluuuuuuurp! Sluuuuuuurp…!
“Haha. Big sis is so beautiful. Kiss me, big sis. Mmm… smooch… chu…”
Even when held together with Marei, the kisses she had always given her little sister with faint reluctance now turned fierce. As if mistaking her for her true owner, Illien’s tongue tangled aggressively inside Idrien’s mouth. Idrien squirted violently from the overwhelming satisfaction.
-Sluuuuurp! Sluuuuurp!
Illien’s pussy, mistaking her sister’s kiss for Marei’s thick, possessive one, refused to close. It kept spitting thick ropes of semen as if ejaculating, widening the puddles on the carpet. The soft sensation of the mattress against her back and the heavy gush of semen inside her belly finally dragged Illien’s mind back to reality.
“Hng… hnguuuuu…”
Her strengthless body continued to tremble on its own. Every nerve seemed fried; even the warmth beside her was enough to dye her brain pink with pleasure. Illien breathed in and out repeatedly, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, eyelids fluttering open and closed.
The sounds of flesh slapping, wet sucking, and familiar panting continued nonstop, but they felt distant, as if heard from underwater. Occasionally she felt soft flesh brush her legs and would unconsciously tense her toes, lifting her lower body and pushing out another thick spurt of the semen still flooding her womb.
She had lost all sense of time. Floating in a haze of pleasure and sweet afterglow, Illien trembled through another climax, gushing semen from her entrance in heavy bursts until her mind finally cleared.
What she saw was the ceiling. A familiar one. The ceiling of the room belonging to the Master she loved most in this world. Her body felt energized as if it had absorbed abundant vitality from the forest for days. Her condition was perfect, yet she couldn’t summon any strength. It felt like she could fall into the deepest, most satisfying sleep of her life.
The powerful urge to simply drift off was interrupted by the sight of Idrien collapsing beside her.
“Haaaa… I-I really thought I was going to die… Marei… heu… heu…”
“Idrien’s asshole felt good too. Hng…”
A face identical to her own, drenched in tears and saliva. The younger sister whose sharper eyes usually gave her a colder impression—identical in breast size, waist, and hips—panted heavily, her sweat-drenched body trembling.
-Sluuuuurp! Plop. Plop. Plop plop…!
As Illien stared blankly at her sister, thick white globs of semen landed in Idrien’s platinum hair and on her pure white back. The sight of her little sister trembling delicately while smiling in pleasure was so beautiful that Illien even wondered if she should have indulged her sister’s spoiled behavior more often.
“I want to do it again, Idrien. This time I want to use your pussy.”
“Hehehe, even an orc pumped full of aphrodisiacs couldn’t keep up with your libido.”
Idrien smiled faintly, slyly grabbing one of her own asscheeks and spreading it. Then she noticed Labella—eyes supposedly closed—her soaking wet pussy and the finger frozen nearby, still glistening. She let out a small, mocking snort.
What a filthy bitch in heat for her own son.
“It feels a little difficult right now. You fucked me too hard.”
“But… Idrien said I could use it.”
Despite the refusal, the sight of the young tyrant on the bed—spreading an elf professor old enough to be his mother and rubbing his cock against her—made Idrien grab his slender wrist. She pulled herself up and dragged him onto the bed with her.
“We have to comfort Mom now too. The four of us are family now, aren’t we? Look—she’s only pretending to be asleep. I wonder how long she’s been awake and touching herself. See? No semen is coming out of her pussy, only sticky love juice. She must have been masturbating the entire time she watched us.”
“Ah… yeah.”
“We should comfort her. That’s what a good son would do, right, Marei?”
At Idrien’s whispering suggestion, Marei could only nod.