A Morning Gift [Idrien Ksakru] (2)
“Come on, let’s go eat… Ngh! You’re squeezing way too tight… Haa… Let’s go. Noona, noona, let’s go eat breakfast!”
“Y-you’ll break me… Ooh! Ooh… Don’t move… Haaang! You’ll break me, Marei. Nooo… If you move… Hngh…!”
Idrien hung helplessly in the air, lifted by a boy whose delicate frame was far smaller than her own. To be precise, she was suspended by the enormous cock spearing upward into her cunt and the iron grip on her thighs that made resistance impossible. She was being used like a living onahole.
“H-how is something like this even possible… Ooh… Oohh… How… Ngh… R-really… How is this… Ngh… Khh… Is it strength… Hngh… Uuhng…! Uuuhng…! My womb is being lifted… I can’t move at all… Uaang…!”
Idrien tried to make sense of the situation by remembering how Marei—usually the one pinned beneath her, unable to use his full power—was now doing this. But the overwhelming pleasure from the massive shaft hammering her cervix like a battering ram left her mouth hanging open like an idiot, drool spilling uncontrollably from the corners of her lips.
The pleasure was so intense it bleached her mind white. Every breath sent tremors through her entire body. Wet, filthy sounds of *splurt, splurt* poured from their joined flesh as her juices gushed out in a hopeless mess. Idrien could do nothing but curl up like a frightened child, surrendering to the enormous ecstasy the young boy forced upon her.
Now that she thought about it, she had seen it before—though she hadn’t registered it clearly at the time. During their acts, he would lift Labella or her sister and use them like onaholes. The memory floated back to her now, dreamlike, because the waves of pleasure had kept her from staying conscious.
“I’m not… Ngh… a masturbation tool… Ahng… If you grind it like that… Khhuuung…! Uung…! Aaaaaahng…!”
She was her young master’s beloved lover, not a mere toy. Though she often called herself his meat toilet, in her heart she was Marei’s first. As far as she knew, her sister had come first and she second, yet she had been the one to gift Labella to this boy.
“Idrien is my masturbation tool, isn’t she?”
“No I’m nooot…. Uuuhng… Ngh… Khhuuugh..! I… Hng..! If you move… N-no. Nooo… Don’t go down the stairs…”
The laughter from behind her made Idrien scream in terror of the coming impact and the unthinkable pleasure. But—
Thud.
The massive vibration that roared inside her body was louder than thunder. Idrien couldn’t even cry out. Her body jerked violently as if about to launch into the air, spine arching forward.
Startled by the sudden movement of his supreme onahole, Marei gripped Idrien tightly and took another step down the stairs.
Thud!
“Uunghoooot..!”
The last breath trapped in her lungs exploded outward in a pitiful wail. The pleasure hit so hard it blanked her vision. Idrien’s head snapped back toward the ceiling.
Thud.
It felt as if the world itself was collapsing. The brutal sounds hammered not just her ears but her entire body. Idrien thrashed with all her strength, mouth agape, yet she could not break free. The terror of being held aloft, the savage restraint—it was nothing like floating. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to keep her fracturing mind intact.
Thud.
“Uheheeeet..!”
Even biting down couldn’t stop the obscene moan that tore from her throat. It was too lewd, too animalistic to be called a simple moan. How many steps? How many more were left? Idrien frantically tried to count the stairs spiraling up to the second floor. Damn it. Nausea surged. The overwhelming presence of the huge cock crushing her belly and rearranging her womb, combined with the ceaseless orgasms, made her realize she might actually die.
Rather than resentment toward her master—who seemed to be savoring the moment by moving with deliberate slowness—fear that her mind would shatter overwhelmed her. Idrien curled up even tighter, trembling violently as another huge climax approached, and gushed another flood of her juices.
Thud.
“….Uuuuugh………..! Huuuuuu…”
It had been shallow. When her vision, which had gone pure white for the briefest moment, returned to normal color, Idrien could only sigh in relief. Idiot. Yes, she was turning into an idiot. There was no avoiding it. Once she learned how good this felt, she would beg her master for it next time. She would go up and down these stairs forever, drowning in an endless swamp of orgasms that felt like years, until she was no longer his first woman but simply another one of his masturbation tools.
“Haah… Haah…. Slowly… Just let me rest a little… Just a little…”
Still, it was better than the beginning. She had enough breath to speak now. Even if only for a few short seconds, she could think. Yes, she was getting used to it. That was fortunate. So fortunate. While trying to steady her trembling body, watching her sunken nipples—now stiff and quivering from overwhelming arousal—Idrien had to strain her throat over and over just to swallow once.
“We’re almost there, Idrien. Just hold on a little longer.”
At Marei’s voice, Idrien grit her teeth and tensed every muscle. They hadn’t even reached halfway, yet she believed his words without a shred of doubt. She was no longer an intelligent being—she was nothing more than a female slave.
“Uuuugh…”
Perhaps it really was too heavy. When Marei adjusted his grip and let out a soft groan, Idrien let her guard down without realizing it. Marei, who knew her condition perfectly, exaggerated his step and “landed” hard on the stair directly below.
Booooooom!!
Idrien’s emerald eyes flew wide open. Her long, dangling legs—thighs still gripped tightly—shot straight out against gravity.
“Ha… Ha… Ha…. Ah… Ah.. Ah...”
Her lower belly clenched so hard it felt like it would tear. Her vaginal walls squeezed with all their might for the master committing such absurd tyranny. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything. Idrien stretched every joint to its limit, body convulsing under an electric current strong enough to melt her entirely. Her tongue lolled out stupidly. As her head and statue-like legs slowly drooped with gravity, her chin trembled. Thick strands of saliva poured endlessly from her open mouth.
This couldn’t be real. This. This—
Her thoughts refused to connect. Time stretched on forever. Without knowing what she was thinking or feeling, in a mind painted pure white, Idrien could not even remember who she was in that moment.
“Hmm~ That one wasn’t very good? Then…”
The young tyrant, unaware that Idrien’s brain was literally melting from pleasure to the point she had forgotten her own existence, continued down the stairs without pause.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
With every step, Idrien shook violently, spraying her juices with all her strength. Marei descended while savoring the exquisite tightness of her supreme female body.
No. No.
The same words repeated thousands, tens of thousands of times inside Idrien’s mind. No more. No more. This is too much. Stop. Please stop. Please. Please stop. Master, I’m begging you. Please stop. I’m becoming an idiot. I’m turning into a fool! I’ll become a complete moron!
Her silent screams never reached the young boy. At the very end, feeling almost no weight at all, he jumped down two steps at once.
Boooooooom!!
Spluuuuuuuurt…!
Electricity seemed to surge through her body. Impaled on his cock in a position from which she could never escape, Idrien thrashed her waist wildly in midair and sank completely into the swamp of pleasure she could no longer endure.
“Uunghoooooooooong!!”
At the same time, Idrien let out a loud, deathly scream. The massive impact—and the even greater forced orgasm—pushed her past her limit. Her eyes rolled back. Strength fled her limbs. She went completely limp in the boy’s arms and lost consciousness.
Drip… Drip… Drip…
At the same time, the muscles controlling her bladder failed. Clear liquid poured out of her right there on the stairs.
“Ngh… I’m going to cum inside now, Idrien. This isn’t bad at all. It feels pretty good for a quick one… Ngh…”
He grabbed the unresponsive elf teacher’s thighs, pulled her flush against his body, seated his cock properly against her cervix, and with a cheerful “Heave-ho~!” poured his seed into the elf professor’s womb without the slightest concern.
Squish… Squish… Squelch… Squelch… Squish…!
“Huuuuu… Good… Ngh… Ngh… There we go…”
Though the amount was rather small by Marei’s usual standards, he still pumped several times an ordinary man’s volume of semen into the female teacher’s vagina. Looking satisfied, he shook his hips as if shaking off the last drops of urine before finally setting Idrien down.
Idrien recovered faster than expected. By the time he had stroked himself a few times to expel the remaining semen from his urethra and was happily spraying the last of it across her face, she had already come back to her senses.
Staring blankly at the hot, sticky clumps, Idrien let out a soft “Ha…” and laughed. With slender fingertips she scraped the semen and brought it to her own mouth.
“If we do something like this… one more time, I really might die… It’s too… too dangerous.”
Hugging her own arms, Idrien shivered. A cold sensation still spread through her entire body, pressing against her temples. Her lips wouldn’t stop trembling. Her teeth chattered audibly for a moment before her whole body shook again. She had lost control of herself, as if her senses were broken. The pleasure had been brutal. With every breath, the ecstasy slowly faded. It was completely different from the drugs she had tried out of curiosity before. There was no nausea, no discomfort, no helplessness afterward—only a surge of vitality through her entire body. It granted pleasure and happiness so intense nothing could compare, and when it ended, only satisfaction remained. This was poison. A truly deadly poison. Once tasted, it could never be forgotten until death.
Idrien hugged herself tightly and took several deep breaths. She wanted to prostrate herself and beg. To tell him she loved him. To thank him for making her love him. She felt like she would cling to him pathetically, able to think only as a female.
“Idrien, are you okay?”
Aah… Idrien couldn’t suppress the excited sound that leaked from her throat. As a female. Yes, being a female wasn’t bad at all. Nothing was bad in front of this boy. Because she was his first. That was enough.
Idrien transformed the fear she had felt moments ago into joy and slowly rose to her feet.
“…I’m not okay. I thought I was going to die…”
“Sorry…”
Seeing Marei apologize, Idrien chuckled and bent down, showering her lovely master’s face with endless kisses.
“I thought I was going to die from how good it felt. Thank you, Master. For using me so thoroughly.”
Even though she thought of herself as his first woman, Idrien naturally referred to herself like an object and smiled seductively. When her young master stuck out his tongue, she instinctively extended her own, licking at it playfully in the air. The completely tamed bitch interlaced her fingers with her young master’s and led him toward the tightly closed kitchen door.
“I prepared something fun inside. You’ll like it. Hehe, my lovely master?”
“Something fun?”
Idrien left him with the words “You can look forward to it,” gave him a light kiss around the lips, exchanged a faint tangle of tongues, then threw the kitchen door open.
At the same time, a subtle vibrating sound tickled their ears. The appetite-stimulating aroma made Marei sit down with a comfortable feeling—completely opposite to the mad ecstasy he had been lost in moments before—and gaze at Labella’s back.
As promised, she wore only a white apron over her naked body while preparing breakfast. From behind, the view of her plump, lifted white ass, the obscene graffiti he had left on it, and the swaying green hair made Marei feel pleasant as he once again realized that morning had begun.
“You don’t seem very surprised.”
Seeing Marei act as if it were perfectly natural rather than being shocked by Labella preparing breakfast in nothing but an apron, Idrien muttered with a slightly disgruntled expression and sat down without thinking on the chair beside Marei—the seat permitted only to Labella.
“Ah, that. N-no, I was surprised.”
“Hehe, I did well, right?”
Thinking he really had been surprised by the way Marei stuttered, the delighted Idrien seemed to want to be praised by him once more. Marei gently wrapped an arm around the elf teacher’s waist and pulled her close. Idrien let out a satisfied “Hng~” through her nose.
“How is it? Labella in a naked apron. Do you like it?”
“Ah, yes.”
Then kiss me. Idrien seemed to struggle toward him as if she were starved for affection. Every single action, every word, sometimes carried an inexplicable pathos that made the tip of his nose sting.