The Twin Laboratory (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (8)
Idrien let out a series of sharp coughs, wracked by intense pain, but Marei—completely lost in the aggressive advances of the busty elf teacher—paid her no attention.
“Mmm… it’s loosened up a bit. Thank you, Ilien.”
“You’re welcome. Then please give me a kiss, Master.”
Ilien clung to Marei’s side, pressing and twisting his still-immature nipple with her fingertips before sealing her lips over it. If it hadn’t been for her little sister, she might have left her alone. Ever since it became known that Idrien was pregnant, Ilien had stopped using contraception herself, wondering if she too might become pregnant with Master’s seed. But what would happen to Idrien?
Caught between blood ties and her own selfish desires, Ilien ultimately chose the remaining affection she held for her sister. This is the last time. Yes. This would be the last time.
“Mmm… Master… you’re fingering my pussy so much… haaah… yes… yes… right there… there it is…!”
The young boy’s fingers naturally slid into the cleft already dripping with semen. Ilien shed tears of ecstasy as she eagerly returned his kiss. She no longer cared what happened to Idrien. She had done everything she could. As if making excuses to herself, Ilien muttered under her breath—only for her tongue to fall instantly silent.
“Haa… haa… Sister… why are you hitting… ugh…!”
-THUD!
Idrien, who had barely regained her senses, gave a small questioning look toward her sister for striking her belly—only to have her breath violently knocked out of her again by the enormous cock plunging back inside.
“Aaaahhhng…!!”
As the penis drove into her, a vulgar, lewd cry spilled from Idrien’s lips. Marei thrust his hips forward without mercy, pushing deeper into her already semen-filled cunt. The mucous membranes that gripped him—painfully tight yet somehow not painful—squeezed his shaft firmly, wrapping around it with powerful contractions.
“Yeah, Idrien’s pussy has gotten just right. Well done. Good girl.”
“Hiiit… e-even if you say things like thaaat… uuuugh…!”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
It was a supreme hole. It felt so incredibly tight that it reminded him of their first time together, yet at the same time it was incredibly soft and fluid as it milked his cock. The well-trained orifice felt unbelievably good, forcing him to drive his penis ever deeper. The moment he put even a little strength into his hips, the tightly gripping fleshpot moved as if swallowing him whole. When he roughly stabbed and pulled out of her cervix, the blunt, clinging cervical entrance came along with it. Every time he stirred her insides, it clung to him like a suction cup and contracted. It was evolving to resemble Labella—becoming an incredibly pleasant hole to use.
“Haaah… khh… m-my womb… it’s being pulled… pulled out…!”
Thrust. Smack. Thrust. Smack. Thrust. Smack!
Marei pounded his cock so violently that it seemed to hammer her cervix, moving his hips in circles to savor the sensation of her womb being dragged along. He completely forgot he had been kissing Ilien, tilting his head back toward the ceiling with a blank expression as he shook his hips wildly, fully indulging in his meat toilet.
The sound of his hips slapping against her, the wet smack of her ass flesh colliding with his thighs and then pulling away, echoed with loud pap pap noises.
“Khhhuuugh… ooh… oh… ooooh… ohh… ooooh…!”
It could no longer even be called moaning. The sounds bursting from Idrien’s own mouth were so vulgar that if she saw herself right now, she would immediately cover her ears and close her eyes in shame.
“Idrien, Idrien, I really, really love you.”
The boy’s panting voice reached her ears. Her entire body felt like it was melting. Before the immense pleasure, her ego had dissolved into a sloppy mess. The only thing her body registered was the overwhelming presence lodged deep inside her.
He says he likes me. Yes. He likes me. He said he likes me.
Within her melted mind, every loving whisper from the boy made Idrien violently squirt her juices between their joined bodies. She thrust her heavy breasts forward with all her strength, shaking her shoulders left and right to please Master’s eyes. She forced her ruined face to move, desperate to show it to him no matter what.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
“Yeah, Idrien, it really tastes good. Idrien? Idrien’s pussy tastes just as good as Labella’s.”
Tastes good. Tastes good. The same words kept repeating inside Idrien’s head. Yes. Those words. That vulgar expression. I taught him that. This child is mine. I am his teacher. I belong to this child.
The cock pushing into her semen-filled cunt grew tighter and tighter around him—better than before, better than just moments ago. The pleasure was so intense that Marei’s mind felt like it was melting; he couldn’t close his mouth, drool spilling from between his lips.
“Hehe, Master. It’ll feel even better if you kiss while you do it~”
Ilien licked up the saliva dripping down his chin, gently cupping his jaw before pushing her tongue inside. Slurp. Sluuurp. Slurp. The tongue that entered naturally pushed his own saliva back into his mouth, then sucked up the mixed, transparent drool and swallowed it down.
“Haaah… ah, ah, aaahng, ahng… my pussy, my pussy feels so good… hkkk… so good… ugh… when you stab my womb… uuuugh… ohh… ooooh… again… ooooh…!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
As if rewarding Ilien for the sticky kiss beside him, Marei once again roughly thrust his hips, driving deep into Idrien’s cunt. The female teacher pinned beneath him could offer no resistance to the violent act and could only let her body shake along with it. Her nipples, which had been deeply inverted that morning, now stood out prominently, tracing pink lines through the air as her heavy breasts swayed.
“Are you? Are you cumming? Idrien? Hmm? Tell me. How does it feel when you cum?”
“Haaauu… my pussy… my pussy is cumming… so much inside… haaah… aaah…!”
Her pelvis convulsed, her waist followed, and her plump, meaty ass trembled violently.
“Ugh… me too, I’m about to… cum soon. Inside Idrien… ugh… ugh…!”
He thrust his hips with all his strength, brutally using the female professor’s cunt like an onahole.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Repeatedly hammering her firm cervix, Marei urged on his climax and skillfully unleashed another thick load of semen straight into her womb.
Spluuuurt… spluuuurt…! Spluuuurt…!
He hadn’t been able to thrust many times, so he hadn’t enjoyed it for very long. The amount was smaller than usual, yet it was still an enormous volume that even adult men—or breeding orcs—would have to concede to. Thick ropes of semen flooded the deepest part of the female professor’s slowly relaxing womb.
Sluuuuurp. Splat… sluuuurp… schliiick… schlick… schlick!
The last spurts of semen scattered across the bodies of the twin sisters lying side by side on the bed.
“Agh… kkuuuugh…!!”
By the end, both twins were so exhausted they couldn’t even stand. Marei, after so long, roughly and clumsily jerked his cock, shooting the thick remnants clinging to his urethra all over the identical twins’ bodies to signal the end of their session.
Once his ejaculation finished, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction mixed with a strange emptiness pulled him down. He lay between the sprawled sisters, feeling their body heat. The sheets were sticky and soaked with his semen and various love juices, but since it was the result of his own making, he felt no disgust whatsoever.
The sun was still high in the sky, nowhere near setting behind the mountains. Even though all classes had ended, with full summer now upon them, it was still far too early for night to fall.
“That cock really has no loyalty… how many times did you switch between me and my sister… ugh… my pussy keeps tingling and won’t stop… I’m still cumming even now…”
Idrien panted weakly with a tired laugh. No more. I can’t take any more. With those short words, she passed out completely. Her body felt like it could run wild at any moment, yet her brain seemed to have melted from the pleasure. She simply felt too happy and wanted to fall asleep just like this.
“You worked hard, Master!”
From the side, Ilien energetically kissed his cheek.
“Ah… I have to do it too. You worked hard, Master.”
Idrien followed her sister’s lead and kissed his other cheek.
“Today was really good. Next time, let’s do it together with Sister again… okay?”
No matter how quietly she spoke, there was no way Ilien right beside them wouldn’t hear. Yet Idrien spoke in a voice that wasn’t small at all, as if deliberately letting her sister listen. Even though she had lost control and sprayed transparent fluid all over the floor during the act, her bright expression showed not a trace of shame.
“Okay.”
Marei nodded confidently.
“Ah, there’s one thing I want to do… is that alright?”
When Marei, looking at the twin sisters nestled on either side of him, spoke as if something had suddenly occurred to him, both Idrien and Ilien burst into laughter at the same time and nodded.
After leaving the two unconscious women in the laboratory, Marei thoroughly dried his hair before heading home. In the end, he had laid the two on top of each other and roughly thrust his cock between their pressed-together lower bellies. The ticklish sensation of their rough pubic hair and the ecstatic sight of the twins’ sticky kisses made Marei cum almost immediately. Watching the white streams of semen flow out from between their touching stomachs, he couldn’t help but think it looked like a semen burger. The surge of lust that followed was inevitable—he took turns stabbing into Idrien and Ilien, cumming inside them one after the other. Still, sensing that everyone was satisfied, Marei was able to wrap things up lightly.
The two remaining sisters would have to wash off or swallow the thick globs of semen stuck all over their bodies, clean up the floor filthy from their heavy squirting, wipe down the soaked mattress, and throw away the tissues drenched in flowing semen before they could leave. But since Marei had no idea about the chores left for them, he walked away with a light heart.
There was no real need to pass through the central plaza on his way home, but visiting the plaza had recently become an important routine for Marei. Of course, the time Labella had come to find him personally was an exception. On days like today when he walked home alone, it was a routine he never skipped.
The reason was simple. He wondered if he might see the violinist from that day again. The movement of notes that tugged at beautiful emotions, the mysterious atmosphere. And for some reason, the cry of that violin soothed the nostalgia he sometimes felt when thinking of the village near the barrier—like a form of comfort.
Is she not here today?
Just as he was about to turn back with a pang of disappointment, the longed-for sound of the violin reached his ears.
♬~
I missed this.
The moment he heard the violin, Marei quickened his steps. If he was lucky, he might get to listen to a few songs. This time I’ll definitely ask for her name. Excited, Marei ran toward the center of the plaza, his mind full of questions he wanted to ask the violinist.
Today as well, she was playing the violin with her dull robe pulled all the way over her head. Marei kept muttering apologies as he pushed through the wall of people surrounding the performer and moved forward.
“Thank you everyone. I’ll play one last song and then leave.”
It was the voice of the robed performer. It was extremely unpleasant—a crackling, distorted voice as if something was interfering. It sounded like a woman’s voice. It felt somehow alien, like a magically altered tone.
At least, that was how Marei perceived it. Did the people around him not find the voice grating? They all seemed completely unbothered. It sounded like a radio with bad reception—extremely artificial and irritating. As he thought it strange, the sense of incongruity seemed almost visible.
That is…
♬~
His stream of consciousness came to a halt. Marei closed his eyes at the melody of the violin. It was incredibly dynamic, yet quiet. The movement was like the wind, yet it carried the stillness of water. How should he describe this? Yes. It was like a lake. A morning lake. A cool person running across the surface of the lake, the water rippling gently, a morning lake sleeping in utter tranquility. It reminded him of the lake near the village. The unique morning scent of the forest. A faint watery smell and the cool sensation that could be felt even in summer. Something was playing on its surface. When Marei reached out his hand, that something turned into a cluster of light and reached back toward him.
What are you?
The cluster of light only sparkled and gave no answer. The light at the lake’s edge shimmered. Marei took one step forward. The lake was right in front of him. The sparkling light grew even brighter. It seemed he could touch it if he just reached out. Marei stretched out his hand toward the light and—
“That is all. Thank you.”
He opened his eyes. What had he just seen? Goosebumps covered his entire body. Or perhaps it was better called a thrill. Ah, just now. Marei breathed heavily. Was what he had seen an illusion, or reality? He thought it must have been an illusion, yet everything had felt so vivid. The faintly trembling lake, the moss-covered stones visible between the ripples, the fish. The smell of wet earth, the watery scent. And the temperature had been so cool that he had forgotten the scorching heat of Valter Plaza that made one sweat. The soles of his shoes were wet.
While he agonized over whether it had been reality or illusion several times, the spectators around him—and even the performer—had vanished before he knew it. Feeling as if he had been possessed by a ghost, Marei unknowingly burst into laughter.
“What a coincidence. Marei de Pawen.”
At the voice calling his name while he laughed, Marei turned his head. There stood an old man with a familiar face. It was definitely a face he had seen before, but it wasn’t someone Marei knew. No, that statement was slightly wrong. It was the old man who had been waiting for someone in Valter Plaza last time.