Chapter 689
Chapter 689
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 689
Chapter Title: Vanguard - Alien Invasion
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She said nothing, just grabbed my cock and held it over the flower vase.
"All good. You can let it go now."
"Ah. Okay."
I relaxed my lower body.
Whoosh...
A refreshing sound of water filled the air. Though in reality, it was a hot stream.
I glanced at Dorothy's face. She was staring at my cock, utterly entranced.
Emptying my bladder brought a sense of relief, both mental and physical.
"All... all done?"
Dorothy asked. She was still holding my cock.
"There's a bit left on the tip... Could you shake it off a little?"
"Like this?"
My cock moved. The lingering drops fell away from the glans. The stimulation was stronger than when she was just holding it, so my cock swelled a bit more. I felt Dorothy flinch.
"Yes. Thank you."
"No trouble at all... Oh, it's a bit messy... Let me wipe it."
"You don't have to go that far..."
"Doesn't it feel sticky and uncomfortable? Just let me take care of it."
She placed the flower vase full of my urine on the bedside table. The liquid sloshed inside, filling more than half. Looked like over 700ml.
"A-alright then, I'll wipe you down."
"Sure."
Her hand, clutching a handkerchief, began cleaning my cock. She handled it with the delicate care of a newborn. It really gave off virgin vibes right there.
Swipe. Swipe. The more she rubbed with the handkerchief, the more my magic lamp grew. Dorothy's focus was beyond imagination. Her face was so flushed, her breathing so ragged, I worried she'd burst a nosebleed.
'Ugh... Witch eyes...'
She meticulously wiped my cock clean, and as a result, it stood fully erect, proud and imposing. Bigger and more majestic than any dildo she might own.
"Dorothy. I know it's shameless to ask, but... could you wipe down below too? It's sweaty and sticky there."
"Feel free to ask for whatever you need. This spot, right?"
The handkerchief touched my balls.
"Yes. Please."
She began carefully cleaning my balls. I did my best to think lewd thoughts. With such a sexy woman right in front of me, it wasn't hard.
"...Ah. Fluid's coming out from the tip..."
Pre-cum. Since I hadn't had sex while rolling through the maze, it leaked out easier than usual. Normally, this level of stimulation wouldn't do it.
"Sorry. It's just a natural reaction... You don't have to wipe that."
"No, if it's natural, nothing we can do about it."
She swallowed hard, gripped the shaft with her left hand to steady it, and wiped the glans with the handkerchief in her right. She seemed more accustomed now, less cautious than before. The stimulation intensified.
Sloosh. Swipe.
She kept wiping my cock because the pre-cum wouldn't stop. I figured she'd stop at some point, but she was dead set on finishing the job.
"Ngh, D-Dorothy..."
I called her softly on purpose. She turned her head to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't hold back... Hah...!"
I didn't. I shot my load forcefully onto her handkerchief.
"Ah...!"
The semen was thicker and more copious than usual. As the pent-up load spilled out, the fog in my mind cleared, leaving me refreshed.
"...Sorry, Dorothy."
"Don't worry about it. It's only natural."
Dorothy stood, holding the sticky, semen-soaked handkerchief. I could see her thick thighs rubbing together. She was fidgeting restlessly.
"I'll head out now, so rest easy."
She pulled up my pants, grabbed the vase, and hurried out of my room.
-Cock! Cum! Sex! Masturbate! Masturbate! Masturbate!
The voice of my wildly aroused pussy echoed in my mind.
It was obvious she'd use that semen-stained handkerchief for a furious masturbation session.
???
A few hours later.
Dorothy returned. In her hands were the familiar vase and handkerchief—though the handkerchief looked different now.
This was unexpected. I'd figured Cloud would come.
"Figured it was about time, so I came."
"You don't need to tend to me like this, Dorothy... Where's Cloud?"
"This happened to you partly because of me... Just accept it. That blonde wench went out to fetch herbs for your medicine."
I felt a twinge of suspicion. Dorothy's garden was incredible—even had mandrakes. No herbs? She must've sent Cloud out on purpose. Her intentions were obvious.
"...Please do."
"Good. How's your body feeling?"
"Getting better bit by bit. Arms and legs still won't move, though."
She pulled down my bottoms, grabbed my cock, and positioned it over the vase. It didn't start right away like before, but she patiently watched and waited.
'Pussy, how many times did you masturbate?'
-Six times!
Six times in just a few hours... Even for a non-human virgin witch, that sex drive was insane.
'With a body that lewd, it's no surprise.'
Whoosh...
Once I finished peeing, she naturally wiped my cock with the handkerchief. It swelled up. But no pre-cum or ejaculation like earlier. Still, Dorothy didn't give up and kept rubbing.
"Dorothy...?"
"It must feel stuffy staying like this. And... I want your semen."
"Pardon?"
"Don't misunderstand. I checked earlier—your semen is top-tier magic material. As payment for nursing you, I'd like some... Will you cooperate? No human men in this world, so semen is impossible to get. I don't want to miss this chance."
She rambled quickly, visibly flustered. My semen for magic? Hard to believe.
"Understood. I felt bad just receiving help... Glad I can be useful."
"...Then I'll collect some semen."
Dorothy set the handkerchief aside and gripped my cock by hand. Her cool touch felt great.
She glanced at me nervously, moving her hand up and down. Very tentative, light pressure. She knew the theory but screamed beginner.
"Dorothy. Rub a bit harder, please."
"...Like this?"
"A little more... Yes. Perfect."
After enjoying her handjob for a few minutes, the signal came.
"Ah, I'm gonna cum...!"
"R-right."
She grabbed the handkerchief with her other hand and covered the tip. It turned sticky white.
"Is that enough semen?"
"Sorry. Need a bit more. Can you?"
"Yes. Take as much as you want."
I closed my eyes and savored her touch.
???
Dorothy visited every two hours. Fed me, wiped my body, took my urine. Seemed devoted, but her real goal was my cock.
Started with hands. But as stimulation waned and ejaculation slowed, she switched to mouth. Things were escalating.
"Mmph. Slurp. Chuuup."
Dorothy climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs, face buried in my crotch, sucking my cock like it was delicious. Fully immersed—thirty minutes in, still going. Her face and hands were splattered with my white semen, and beside her sat a glass bottle filled with it.
With my cock in her mouth, Dorothy's face lost its usual poise and elegance, turning utterly lascivious. Cheeks hollowed, philtrum stretched. Her eyes burned with heat. A bitch in heat, plain and simple.
I got it. Stuck in the Underworld, seeing men must've been rare.
"Dorothy. Seems like I've gotten used to this too. Need stronger stimulation."
"Puhah..."
My cock finally slipped from her mouth. Drenched in sticky saliva, it stood defiant.
"...I see. Efficiency's dropping... What now?"
She asked expectantly. Hoping for sex, no doubt. But I wasn't ready for that yet.
"Breasts. Use your breasts."
"...Think breasts will work?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Alright."
She slipped off her dress straps, freeing her breasts. No bra—massive tits jiggled into view. Easily K-cup or more. Each one must weigh 3kg. Areolas large and pinkish-red, nipples thicker than a baby bottle's.
"Too big, right? Weird?"
"No. Beautiful. Bigger the better."
"Hearing that puts me at ease."
She grabbed my cock and nestled it between her breasts. Sunk into soft, warm bliss. Her tits were so huge, only the tip peeked out.
Dorothy pressed her breasts together with both hands, leaned down, and lapped at the tip with her tongue. Each subtle movement brought delightful pressure. Her huge nipples teased, swaying.
Squelch. Squelch.
The motion grew fiercer. Tits slapped my lower abs.
'This... these tits! I have to touch them!'
I forced my hand up. It trembled slowly until it reached her breast. Fingers clamped the pink nipple.
"Ahng?!"
Startled, Dorothy squeezed harder. The pressure surged, and I erupted. Semen soiled her tits, face, and hair.
"S-sorry. Couldn't help touching..."
"It's fine. Touch my breasts whenever you want."
"...Okay."
I moved my hand again. Trembling worse than before. Seeing my struggle, Dorothy helped. She placed her massive tit atop my hand. Heavy mass settled in.
'Oh... ooh...!'
Frustrating that my fingers wouldn't move freely.
"That's enough for today... I'll come back tomorrow."
"Yes. Thank you, Dorothy."
Regrettable, but I couldn't hold her. She left briskly. I smirked at her retreating figure. Clear fluid dripped from her skirt to the floor.
???
My arms and legs could move somewhat now. But I lied, claiming my lower body still wouldn't. Dorothy saw through it but didn't argue—just went along. Our routine continued. Though it couldn't last forever.
"Slurp. Smack..."
Sitting by the bed, Dorothy leaned down to suck my cock. I fondled her massive tits with my movable hands. Slightly sagging from their size, adding charm. Pinching nipples or squeezing made her quiver.
"Dorothy."
"Mm?"
Still sucking, she glanced up. So cute, I absentmindedly stroked her hair. She flinched but accepted it.
"Shouldn't we do the third bet soon?"
Her mouth rose from my cock. Purple lipstick-smeared lips glistened with saliva. Her hand still gripped it firmly, unwilling to let go.
"...You're right. For the third bet... what should it be?"
"Haven't thought of one?"
"Originally planned a duel between us. But... feels unfair, so I've been hesitating."
Not the real reason—she didn't want to kill me. If she won the bet, she'd have to boil me in a pot. Not wanting that, she'd pick something I could win.
'Proof she's scrapped her old bet and mulling a new one.'
Even if she killed me later, she wanted sex first to lose her virginity.
"If you haven't decided, may I suggest one?"
"Go ahead. But nothing ridiculous."
"How about a sex contest?"
"What...?!"