A Fleeting Lunchtime [Philia the Blood] (3)
Philia caught herself imagining Marei gazing down at her while she crawled on all fours. She pictured the boy pressing his enormous cock against her, driving it deep inside…
“Good… Now, now it’s… it’s all coming out…!”
The boy’s rough cry snapped Philia out of her thoughts.
Spluuuuuuuurt!!
His climax surged straight through her cervix and into her womb, already swollen and brimming with semen, forcing the chamber to expand even further.
“Huu… Th-this can’t be… Kkhuhuhu… Uwaaaaaang…!!”
The sheer intensity made Philia curl fearfully into a ball, drawing her legs and feet tight as she floated in midair. Then, like a child waking from a nap and stretching, she unfurled her entire body with a long, hoarse moan before collapsing limply.
Sluuuuurp… Riiiip…!
Having emptied the last of his load into her pregnant-looking belly, Marei gripped her waist tightly and panted.
“Huu… Huu… Huu… I came everything… I let it all out… Haa… Haa… Haa…”
Strength had fled his body. Or so he thought at first. No—his recovery was already underway. The fleeting fatigue flipped into vibrant energy, leaving him strangely light. Despite having his blood drained by a vampire, he felt utterly refreshed, as if his body were producing even more blood than it had lost.
He suddenly remembered the words he had growled to her mid-climax—his promise to raise her as well. He would need to be more careful. Marei remained buried inside the tight heat of her pussy, steadying his breathing. Fortunately, he had not been relaxed enough for Philia to sense anything odd. If she noticed, he would have to lie again. He could never tell her that he was already raising Labella, Iliene, and Idrien. That he had turned his own mother and the twin elves into cum slaves.
“Uaa… A… A… Aeu… U… Uaa…”
Philia’s mouth opened and closed uselessly while her limp limbs groped at the empty air. The overwhelming pleasure had melted every sensation in her body; she could not even control herself, so the movements held no real meaning.
She panted weakly. Without the magic item, this could have ended badly. Valter School was absurdly vast compared to its student population, which allowed their secret trysts to remain hidden. Even if someone had heard from a distance, the thick bushes behind the unused building made discovery almost impossible.
Marei carefully lifted Philia—still impaled on his cock like meat on a skewer—and lowered himself to the ground. The dirt was already slick with sticky white puddles, but spare clothes waited nearby, so he paid it little mind. He shuddered to think how he would have handled the cleanup without magic. From what Gilia had told him, such items were luxuries only the wealthiest nobles could afford, and even she had not known the price.
He drew the limp Philia closer. Her body burned as though steam might rise from it, and the scent pouring from her skin was intoxicating. The metallic tang of blood, which should have been repulsive, tasted strangely sweet after she had drunk from him.
While stroking her swollen belly, Marei licked slowly along the corner of her mouth. Sweet. The single thought floated through his mind. Blood that tasted sweet—it was almost comical. Perhaps this, too, was a flavor only possible because of Philia, a vampire.
When her tongue instinctively curled around his, Marei cradled her rounded stomach with one hand and tilted her chin with the other, feeding her his saliva. If she became pregnant, would this be how it felt? The thought excited him. Of course, that future still lay far away. It was a pity.
To impregnate Philia, who dreamed of becoming ruler of the principality, would be to crush that very dream. Then again, he wondered whether it would matter if both he and Labella supported her. But that was nothing more than idle fantasy. He knew Labella was an extraordinary figure whose power lay beyond his imagination, yet the principality’s autonomy had been granted by the empire itself. The matter was not so simple.
Unlike his time with Labella or Erden, being alone with Philia—whose experience was shallow and stamina limited—granted him these quiet, reflective moments. Besides, he was not so starved for release that he would mindlessly thrust into a belly already swollen to the point of bursting.
He caressed the rounded curve with both hands. What would it feel like if a child truly rested inside? The thought lingered. Someday…
“Aeu… Ut… Euut… Ut…”
Philia seemed to be regaining awareness. She let out faint moans, hugging herself and twitching. Marei rubbed his face gently against her soft cheek.
“Haa… My stomach… hurts… It really… hurts…”
Philia exhaled a long sigh and glanced around. When she noticed the boy’s hand resting on her swollen, pregnant-looking belly, the tension drained from her body and she leaned fully into his embrace.
Watching her clutch her stomach and tremble stirred both a fierce desire to protect her and an equally fierce urge to truly fill her with his child. The conflicting impulses boiled inside him.
“There isn’t… much time left.”
Philia snapped her fingers. A luna dial materialized in the air, displayed the time, and vanished. Marei wondered whether it was another magic item, but he did not want to ask. She would only stroke his hair and call him cute.
“Really… You, as a man… I told you to stop, yet you were so merciless…!”
“I’m sorry…”
His instant apology drew a small sigh from Philia. She offered no further rebuke. She did not seem angry. Had she been, she would not be pressing her cheek against him like this.
“What are you going to do if I get pregnant…?”
“If that happens, I’ll take responsibility!!!”
At least his answer was earnest. Philia sighed again, but the faint smile that touched her lips as she stroked her own belly showed she was not truly displeased.
“How many children would you like?”
“About six for you, Philia?”
“Six…” Philia murmured, then burst into soft laughter at the absurdity. “Yes, someday. Someday I hope we can. Not now, though. But six? Isn’t that too many? That would be impossible. Completely impossible.”
“Yes…”
Seeing his obvious disappointment, Philia lightly scratched his chin with a fingertip. The sharp nail should have drawn blood, yet it only tickled; not even a scratch remained.
“Are you free… on the weekend?”
“The weekend?”
“Yes. Once the exam period truly begins, it will be difficult to meet like this…”
In the shade, Philia’s hair shimmered silver-purple rather than plain silver. The sight of her twirling those delicate strands around her small, pale fingers while averting her gaze made Marei want to say everything would be fine, but—
“I’m sorry. I already have a prior engagement that day…”
“I see… It can’t be helped, then.”
Philia tried to appear indifferent, but she could not hide the faint trembling in her crimson eyes.
“N-next week, without fail…!”
“No, no. From next week onward I’ll be truly busy with exam preparations… And that child will likely be home as well…”
Philia shook her head. Marei wanted to meet her on the weekend too, but his promise to Erden could not be broken. The matter was apparently very important. Assigning priority between lovers was a cruel thing indeed.
“It’s fine. I understand that you’re genuinely busy. That’s enough.”
Philia said nothing more. The only remaining proof of their union was the vivid, tight squeeze of her inner walls around him—clear evidence that she belonged to him.
“May I pull out now…?”
“Ah, yes… Go ahead… It’s still so hard…”
Philia stroked her belly with an unreadable expression. Marei wanted to fill her again. He wanted to conquer this girl completely and make her his. The desire refused to fade.
While he remained torn, Philia gripped her own knees and slowly pushed herself upright.
“Uut… Ut… Kkhueut…!”
Her legs trembled. The unexpectedly toned muscles of her thighs were captivating. Lewd moans spilled from her lips as she panted and rose. Tension corded her shoulders, arms, and neck.
Marei gently pushed upward on her soft bottom to help her. The petite body swayed unsteadily several times, threatening to collapse, before finally standing on both feet.
Pop!
A sound like a cork leaving a bottle rose from their joined flesh, and the two who had been one became two once more.
“Haa… Haa… Haaaa… Haa…”
Philia could not even straighten her back. She clutched her knees, barely remaining upright. The moment the massive cock withdrew, her pussy—making an obscene little sound—failed to close. Thick ropes of semen immediately began pouring out.
Glurk… Glurk… Glurk…!
The white jelly flowed in heavy clumps without pause, looking like a single slime being pushed in and pulled out of her entrance. Philia unconsciously rocked her slender waist back and forth, gritting her teeth against the pleasure blooming in her lower belly. She clung desperately to her knees to keep from collapsing even as the semen continued to spill.
The load was so viscous and voluminous that her belly had bulged; it showed no sign of stopping.
“Haeut… Kkhut… Heung… Heueut…! Kkhuhut…!”
Watching her tremble in apparent agony while semen leaked from her pussy, Marei decided this would not do. He wrapped an arm around her belly and sat down again. A loud splash rose from the puddle of love juices on the ground.
“Kihihihit…!”
The impact jolted her swollen stomach. With a wet sluuurtt!!!, another gush of white erupted. Philia threw her head back and cried out like a beast.
Any trace of her usual intellect or grace had vanished, replaced by raw, animalistic behavior. Yet Marei found it unbearably adorable.
He laid her gently against his chest, caught her chin, and pushed his tongue between her lips. Her tightly clenched white teeth parted instinctively for the familiar intruder. Her small, saliva-slick tongue cautiously entwined with his.
“Aum… Chuu… Y-you’re too… Uup… Chup… Chuuup…!”
Philia’s soft complaint earned her no reprieve. Marei gave her no room to speak further, slowly increasing the pressure of the hand wrapped around her belly.
“Hmm… Yes… Uuup… Yes… Heueut… Chup… Chup… Heuuung… Uung…”
She clearly wanted to say something, but the boy’s tongue roamed freely as though it owned her mouth. She could only be dragged along, trembling cutely each time he pressed on her belly. Because their lips remained sealed, her adorable cries echoed only inside their joined mouths.
Every push against the swollen dome met rubbery resistance that pushed back against his palm. Yet from their joining point, thick white fluid glugged and spurted out urgently. Her exquisite pussy tried to clench shut on its own, but it could only slowly regurgitate the massive load that had filled her womb and stretched her belly.
“Uuuuung!!! Ut… Uuuuung..!”
She twisted her body left and right, but could only weakly grasp his pressing hand with her small fingers. There was no real resistance.
Above her pure white naked form rose firm breasts crowned with stiff pink nipples. Marei pinched one, tugging it outward while pressing down on her belly again. His fingers sank into the soft flesh like rubber. At the same time her petals convulsed, spurting fresh ropes of semen forward.
Sluuuuuuuurt…!!
“Kheup… Hup… Kk… Uup… Ut… Ut..!!!”
Philia thrashed in his arms as though seized by convulsions. Though he had climaxed only moments ago, the urge rose again. Marei pulled her tightly against him and slid his cock between her obscenely developed ass cheeks. Given its immense size, it only nestled there lightly, but that was enough.
He wanted to cum again. He wanted to cover this lewd, seductive vampire girl with his mark until she was utterly claimed.
His hips moved of their own accord, rubbing relentlessly between the princess’s fresh yet pleasantly plump cheeks.
“Pfhaaaap!!! S-stop… Stop it…!”
The fierce kiss finally broke. Freed, Philia gasped for air, thighs quivering as another climax tore through her. Semen jetted endlessly from her pussy while she hung her head, mumbling incoherently. Marei could no longer hold back.
Twitch after twitch shook her body. “C-cumming… Aeut… S-stop… Kyaaat!?”
The moment white clumps appeared at the tip of his dark-red cock, Marei pushed Philia forward onto her stomach. At the same time, another thick rope erupted from his shaft.
Sluuuuurk!! Glurk!!
The heavy spurts splattered around her overflowing entrance, then coated her white ass, the cleft that had given him such pleasure, the half-torn dress, the bra still awkwardly hooked across her back, and finally her silver-purple hair.