Chapter 225: Healthy Eggs
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 225: Healthy Eggs
Squelch… squelch… squelch…
Despite Cassia’s tearful protests that it was impossible, that she couldn't take it, our lower bellies finally pressed against each other.
“Ah… ugh… nng… uuu… uuh…!”
Cassia shook her head desperately from side to side in a final show of rejection, but now that I’d cleared the steepest part of the climb, it was time to truly enjoy the view.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Breathe. Just breathe. In… out… follow me. In… out…”
Water continued to stream down Cassia’s body. Whether it was because she found it too much to take my dick or just a mix of cold sweat, the liquid trailed down her white, naked skin.
“Kh-hhht… ha… h-huuuu… ha…”
She didn’t seem to be following my lead perfectly, but I could feel the tight walls of her flesh—which had been squeezing my dick so hard it hurt—slowly beginning to relax.
Her silver eyes, which had already shed so many tears that the tracks were gone, stared up at me with a vacant, unfocused gaze.
I gave my hips a light flick.
Plunge!
“Nng-oooh!”
I had only pulled out slightly before thrusting back in, but Cassia’s upper body jolted. I gripped her hips firmly so she couldn't escape, forcibly grinding against the entrance of her cervix at the tip of my dick.
“Ahht, ah, ah, aaht, ngh, nngh, aht…!”
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
Every time I gave a light push, Cassia’s breasts, flattened wide by gravity, moved in circular arcs.
“The dick feels good, doesn't it? Hmm? Cassia, you love this dick, don't you?”
“Nng-ah, aaht, aht, l-love it… I, I love the dick…!”
Unlike those brainless physical types, she was a mage despite being a soldier-girl, so her learning speed was impressive.
Her piping hot flesh pressured my dick from all sides, but the unique elasticity of a mage’s body—supple yet weak against physical assault—offered a brief resistance before easily surrendering.
“Ngh, it’s t-touching. It’s t-touching…!”
“Where is it touching? Hmm? Tell me. You have to speak clearly for me to understand, right?”
As the female struggled in the throes of pleasure, weeping all the while, her sense of shame was rapidly stripped away. She began to learn how to fawn over a male with startling speed.
“A-Inside… h-hngh… inside my pussy… the, the womb… th-there… the p-place you shouldn't… p-put it… right there…!”
“Where is ‘there’ in your womb? Hmm? If you don’t tell me, I’m going in. I’m really going to ram this ignorant dick all the way in, you know?”
Threatening Cassia, whose consciousness was half-gone, was easy.
Womb fucking was a difficult technique that usually required making the woman climax several times and developing the portio first, but what would this soldier sister know on her first time?
“N-No… hngh, you c-can’t…! My pussy…! The womb, the womb entrance…! It’s touching… the cervix…! The dick, the dick is inside… uwaaaah!”
I lifted her hips a bit higher and drove my rod home, scraping from top to bottom.
Her contracting flesh trembled as if startled, spraying a jet of love juices before coiling tightly around my dick once more.
“Aang, aht, aaht, I-I’m going again, I’m going! Again…!”
“Don’t go before me! Are you really going to finish so pathetically?! Hold it! I said hold it!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Birds of a feather really do flock together; her sow friends also had ridiculous premature ejaculation pussies that were quite a handful to deal with.
“Uwaah, aang, aang, n-no…! I can’t hold it! I can’t hold it!”
“Hold it! Hold it! If you can’t hold this, I’m making you my exclusive meat toilet starting today! Do you want to be the brat’s personal female toilet?! Just hold it a little longer!”
I wanted to take my time and enjoy the sensation of impending ejaculation, but I growled in a low voice at this wicked meat toilet witch sister who was trying to ruin the pace from the start.
“Hwaang, n-no…. ngh… it’s, it’s coming again…! My pussy, it’s melting… hwaaaang!”
Despite my warning—and the fact that I had no manly qualities other than my dick—Cassia didn't even feel threatened. Her body signaled the approaching climax with violent tremors of her flesh.
“I’m serious. If you just go as you please right now, I’ll turn you into a portable biological onahole I can use whenever I want! Hold it! I’ll make sure I cum soon too!”
“No, n-nooo, I’m going, I’m going! I’m going! I don’t care if I’m a biological onahole…! I’ll be your biological onahole…!”
Should I have given her some time to rest? No, this was just the nature of these masochistic pervert bitches who took after my mother—they jumped at the chance the moment it was offered.
This Margravine sister, whose standards were so high because of my mother that she ignored even reasonably handsome men, was now rejoicing at the prospect of becoming a super alpha male’s onahole.
“You stupid bitch! Hold it! Hold it! You think being an onahole is easy?! Huh!? Crazy…! How can you go already!”
Grip. Grind. Grind…!
Regardless of the frantic churning of her flesh, her grip was weak compared to the hydraulic-press-like squeeze of the more muscular sisters. It was a grip perfectly optimized for milking out semen.
“Hu… ah…. ngh-ah…. uuu… augh….”
Seeing the perverted witch sister climaxing selfishly with her mouth hanging open in an ‘O’ shape, I realized there was no longer any need for mercy.
I had intended to lead her into a slow, pure love corruption through pure love sex, but for her to reach the peak first without a shred of consideration for me was a direct challenge.
She had pricked my male pride; I couldn't just laugh this off.
“You useless onahole!”
“Uwaah, m-moving like that is n-no… if you move like thaaaaat…!”
Plunge!
I ruthlessly hammered into her melting, sodden flesh.
I had been being nice, holding back for the sake of pure love sex, and she had the audacity to go off on her own? This was a matter of discipline.
I saw Cassia’s legs straighten out, her toes clawing at the air repeatedly, but I kept my hips moving.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Don’t you dare go before I do! You’ve got a lot of nerve for an onahole! Huh?! How did you even become a witch with a brain that stupid! You meat toilet bitch!”
“Hwaang, aang, aht, aht, aht…! Again…! Ohh…! Oh…! A w-witch is…. ohhhng…!”
The idiot seemed to think I was actually asking because I was curious. I drove my hips in with all my might, punishing that high-quality female hole as it squeezed me.
“I’m not curious, so just tighten your pussy properly! I’m going to give you a proper bitch training session until Mom gets here!”
“Hee-hit?! Hee-hit, n-no. It’s d-drilling… nng-oooh!”
“Answer me! Stop talking nonsense! My onahole meat toilet Brigadier General! Do you understand?!”
I slammed my dick into Cassia’s cervix. It was tightly closed and wouldn't let me in, but as I moved as if to gouge and scrape the surrounding folds of flesh, Cassia’s legs flailed wildly in the air before locking firmly around my waist.
“I-I understand… hwaaaaang…! It’s d-drilling…! It’s coming in…!”
“Answer properly! Don’t you dare refuse me when you’re just an onahole! That’s an order! If you break, I can just replace you, so what are you worried about?!”
“Hwaang, I’m b-breaking…! I’m breaking…!”
Her silver eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites; she looked like she’d completely lost her mind. Seeing Cassia climaxing over and over, her love juices spraying like a broken faucet, was so cute I was starting to get serious.
“Answer me properly! Brigadier General! I ordered you to be my exclusive meat toilet!”
“Uwaah, aaaang, aht o-order… o-order. Hee-hee-hit…! C-Come in! C-Come…! Uuuut…! O-Order…! Accepted…! Uwaah, aaht, aht, aht… th-there…! Grinding… uuu…! M-Meat toilet… C-Cassia Cortin… h-has received her p-post…!”
She was getting cocky for a soldier-girl. Her body, unable to withstand the continuous peaks, trembled convulsively, and I could see a clear liquid trickling from her urethra.
“It’s not like I’m a bad person… ngh, it’s coming.”
Perhaps because my mental satisfaction was full, I felt the mass of semen rising without hesitation. I irresponsibly discharged my seed directly into Cassia Cortin’s healthy womb.
Splurt…!
I felt the sensation of the thick mass of semen being expelled with great force.
And that sense of conquest—the knowledge that I could ejaculate at will into a healthy womb and impregnate her.
While I enjoyed the pursuit of pleasure by shaking my hips to coax out an ejaculation, this moment—irresponsibly cumming into the wombs of these sisters who were at their peak fertility—was the absolute best.
Glug… glug… glug…
The sound of the empty cavity beyond Cassia’s body being filled echoed out.
Sssshhhhp…!
The sound of the semen being squeezed out like toothpaste mixed in, providing a sense of blissful satisfaction.
I pulled Cassia’s hips toward me, her eyelids still flipped back, and continued the long, drawn-out ejaculation.
Though natural pregnancy was difficult due to the Goddess’s interference, there was a slight thrill in the thought that if I kept cumming recklessly like this, one of these females with healthy eggs might actually get pregnant.
Enjoying that chilling sensation, I idly patted Cassia’s limp lower belly with my palm, savoring the squeeze of her flesh until the last of the semen was forced out of my urethra.