Kernax's Crushing Embrace
"Nngh…."
Something felt good, but also stifling. Soft, squishy, and warm. Yet so damn suffocating. Then—
Squeeze—!!
"Gaaack!!"
The inexplicable pressure crushed my entire body in an instant. It was so intense it squeezed my lungs, forcing every last bit of air out.
"Urk, uuurk…!!"
I barely managed a thread of breath and forced my eyes open. At first, the pitch blackness made me think something was seriously wrong, but soon enough, I grasped my situation perfectly.
"Mmm…."
"Nngh!!"
After seeing Kernax so obedient, my sadistic side flared up, and we had a sloppy, intense fuckfest until she milked every drop from my balls and passed out. I fell asleep hugging her tight. I'd definitely been the one holding her when I dozed off, but now? She had me in a death grip, my face buried in those ridiculously luscious tits as she slept soundly.
Blissful torture! If my body were tougher, I'd have savored her skin against every inch of me and drifted back off. But no joke—this was gonna collapse my lungs at best, shatter my ribs at worst if it kept up.
I didn't wanna go this far, but survival first. I couldn't move my arms, trapped in her embrace, so I used my free fingers to slide my arm down.
Rough, wiry hairs brushed my fingertips, then lower—a small nub. Jackpot. I pinched it without hesitation.
"Kyik—?!"
Kernax jolted awake from her deep sleep.
"Ke-Kernax… Loosen… up…!!"
"Huh? Oh, s-sorry."
Even as she woke, her arms stayed locked until my voice clicked. She finally released me.
"Haaack… Hek…."
Stars exploded in my vision. Dizzy as hell. I caught my breath and stared at Kernax, frozen awkwardly with her arms still spread.
"…What're you doing?"
"I… don't know… what to do next."
Not as extreme as Siron, but Kernax looked pretty rocked by her own femininity too. Still sprawled in her open embrace, I stroked her slim waist and grabbed a handful of that plump ass.
"Body okay? Pussy sore or anything?"
"Mm… Aside from a bloated belly, I feel fine."
"Belly?"
Makes sense—I pumped so much in there her abs vanished. I pressed her slightly swollen lower belly with the hand kneading her ass.
"Nng…."
A sticky trickle leaked from below. Her blush said it all: my cum, stuffed in her womb and pussy, was oozing out from the pressure.
I pecked her shy lips.
"Not tired?"
"…Mm."
She nodded, face redder. Soft dawn light filtered through the bedroom window—morning approaching.
I met her steady gaze.
"Feels like morning. Guards okay without you?"
"…Still fine for now."
"For now means no slacking off, huh?"
"…."
Rare for stoic Kernax—she nodded with uncharacteristic gloom.
"Any morning workout before washing up?"
"I train with the subordinates while overseeing them, so no separate sessions."
"Hang on then."
I groped her ass a few more times, hopped off the bed, and headed to the bath. Fancy setup—not guild standard, but after days in Bambino Garden's luxury rooms with Siron, Earth's know-how made filling it with hot water easy.
Back in the bedroom, I scooped up the blankly staring Kernax.
"…Still embarrassing."
"You said it's fine when it's just us. Like this, right?"
"…L-Like this."
She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Good girl."
"Mm…. Feels like I'm a kid… weird."
I rewarded her obedience with a quick kiss. She smiled faintly but looked a bit troubled. Cradling her gently, I stepped into the steamy bath, warm mist rising from the hot water.
We sank in together, her still in my arms.
"…Smith. Can you let go now?"
"Uncomfy?"
"Not really…."
"I love this position."
"Nng… Mm… S-Smith."
Playfully, I fondled her floating tits, then teasingly scraped a fingertip over her rock-hard nipple.
"Nngh… Smith…."
"Wanna kiss?"
"…Yes."
"Come here."
I closed my eyes and parted my lips. She yanked my neck closer, kissing hungrily. Still clumsy, but way more aggressive than yesterday—sucking and licking my mouth, slurping saliva lewdly.
"That thirsty?"
"N-Not really."
Her throat bobbed hard as she gulped my spit, finally pulling back satisfied—but avoiding my eyes bashfully.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
She shivered and turned back to meet my gaze.
"…Do it if you want. I'm fine."
Kneading her overflowing tits, locked in sticky kisses, my dick—squeezed dry yesterday—nudged her ass insistently.
Mmm….
Temptation screamed for morning sex, but reason yelled I'd blow my load—and my lifespan—with it.
From after Siron yesterday evening? Twelve loads straight. Solo on Earth? One nut and sage mode. But pussy? Kept going till empty.
"…Was I no good?"
"Tsk!! Say that again and I'll spank your ass."
"S-Spank…?"
Oh. Her nipples hardened more under my scraping fingers. Come to think of it—cumming quick from anal first time, getting off on the shame… Was Kernax a masochist?
Wanted to test with my hard cock, but I held back.
"Wanna, but if we do, I won't let you go. That'd mess you up, right Kernax?"
"Nng… Should've taken leave."
She pouted cutely—uncharacteristic—and grumbled.
"Why so bummed? I'm not going anywhere."
"I know… but… mm."
She trailed off, nuzzling my shoulder.
"Now I get why the subordinates sang those manly songs."
She rubbed her cheek slow against my collarbone and neck.
"Just skin-to-skin like this… happier than getting a new sword. Troubling… so troubling…."
Like a beast marking territory, she nuzzled everywhere. I stroked her hair tenderly till she was content.
"Phew… But Siron separates work and play. Can't monopolize you as guard captain."
Satisfied, she slipped from my arms and stood from the bath. Water-glistened skin—irresistibly sexy.
"I'll wash up and prep breakfast. Take your time."
"Ah, I'll wash your hair."
I followed her out.
"No need…."
"Wanna do it. Sit still."
Siron service honed my skills. I laid her head on my thigh, swept wet hair back, and shampooed expertly.
"Mm… Feels odd."
"Not hurting?"
"Not at all. Awkward… but nice."
"Good."
Eyes closed, she savored it. Wanted to pin and pound her senseless, but I swallowed tears and focused.
After rinsing thoroughly, we washed separately.
"Mm…."
"What's up?"
Washing my crotch, I glanced at her groaning.
She met my eyes, troubled.
"Keeps leaking. Annoying."
"Uh… Want me to scoop it out?"
Her face froze solid. I racked my brain—what'd I fuck up?—but she spoke first.
"Smith. You don't want me bearing your child?"
"Huh? N-No way."
No steady income before? Hell yeah I'd balk. But now? Money printer ability—total stud. Siron or Kernax pregnant? No objections. Hell, I'd love it.
"Then… why scoop your seed out?"
"Oh? Ahh… that. Sorry. Thought it'd bug you at work."
Got it. I stood, rubbed her lower belly gently. White foam mixed with thicker globs dripped to the floor.
"Kernax, don't misunderstand. Just didn't want it messing your duties. Cum… seed… I can pump more in later, right?"
"…Still hate it. Even if inconvenient. Don't say that again."
"Got it. Sorry."
Misunderstanding cleared, but a pout lingered. I lavished kisses on her neck, lips, cheeks till she softened with a smirk.
"Oops, forgot clothes and towels. I'll grab 'em."
"No need. Wet floor's fine. Back to the room like this."
Squeaky clean, we strolled naked amicably to the bedroom.
I toweled off, donned yesterday's clothes she'd brought. She changed into neat guard attire.
"Took too long washing. You'll eat alone."
"Not a kid—don't worry. Here, lemme help."
Downstairs, I buckled her greaves. Felt like a wife fixing hubby's tie.
"Breakfast in kitchen pot…."
"I'll eat and clean. Go."
"R-Right. Then…."
Hand on doorknob, she lingered, glancing back.
Ah, that.
"Kernax."
"Wh-What?"
Pretending casual despite waiting—I chuckled inwardly, hugged her waist softly, and planted a deep, lingering kiss on her wet lips.
"Work hard."
"Ahem…!! R-Right, I'm off!"
Grinning, she bolted out.
Alone, I scratched my head.
"Realized too late—didn't even mention Night Fairy during sex."
My fault entirely. No blaming her.
"Eh, better hit the smithy at lunch, buy ore, make a sample. Seeing it work—like with Ardella sis—beats yapping."
Plan set, I tidied, scarfed breakfast, headed for guild—
"Ah…."
Couldn't.
"Fuck."
I eyed the firmly shut door. Recalled Kernax's words from yesterday.
'Anyone but me touches it, gets a nasty shock.'
Nasty shock. Nasty for me too? Hell no, I'd bet. No intruder trap stops at "nasty."
"Screwed."
Year four in this world. Me, Smith—icon of diligence. Guess unauthorized absence it is.