Like Sinking into a Bottomless Swamp (Black - Obsessive Masturbation) (1)
*Slurp... slurp... schlick schlick schlick...*
Black diligently sucked on the Benei Guard Chief's cock with all her devotion.
She crammed as much as she could of that large, burdensome length into her mouth—wrapping her tongue around it, licking fervently, sucking with wet smacks now and then.
In response to Black's devoted mouth-pussy service, the guard chief stroked her head, murmuring that she was such a good girl.
Black squirmed her hips in her squat, clearly delighted by the gentle strokes and his praise.
Thanks to Black sucking his cock so pleasurably, like savoring a delicious candy, the Benei Guard Chief soon felt the telltale surge.
Even for a monster with confidence in his stamina, reacting this quickly was surprising.
Magical girls' service was no joke—and Black's felt especially exquisite.
"Ngh...! Here it comes, Magical Girl...!"
At the guard chief's announcement, Black's mouth worked even more frantically, heightening his pleasure.
A sharp, electric ecstasy welled up from the cock engulfed in her mouth.
"Grrgh...!"
*Spurt... spurt... spurt... spurt...!*
Drawn out by Black's service, the guard chief's semen erupted vigorously into her mouth.
Black's eyes widened for an instant as it battered her tongue and throat—then bliss washed over her face as she swallowed it all down.
Thicker than any human's, far more copious—the alien seed filled her.
She took every drop, slurping out the remnants with greedy *sucks*, until the cock finally slipped free.
Black gazed longingly at the retreating shaft, hand over her mouth as she gulped it all down.
Finally, she opened wide to prove to the guard chief she'd devoured every last bit.
Not because he'd asked.
But it just felt like the right thing to do... no, no.
She simply wanted to do something for him.
Men liked this, she'd learned... she wanted to make the man before her feel good, that was all...
And her efforts weren't wasted—the guard chief stroked her head again. "Good girl. Such a good child."
Aah, pure ecstasy... pure joy.
Guard Chief really is wonderful... I want to give him my body, my heart... such a very, very good man...>
Black didn't return to her original cell until very late at night.
Blue Sapphire—who hadn't yet drifted off—greeted her as she stumbled in well past curfew.
"Black, you're back...!"
Today, thankfully, Dane and her crew hadn't dropped by.
Likely because Black had been chosen by the guard chief.
Anyway, Blue Sapphire was alone in the room.
But Black barely registered it, murmuring a dazed "...Yeah" a beat too late.
Blue Sapphire tried asking a few questions, but Black brushed her off with a perfunctory "Later" and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Even after emerging, Black seemed half-hearted, distant, unfocused.
Whatever Blue Sapphire asked, she got curt one-word answers—or was ignored as if she hadn't heard.
Finally, Black claimed exhaustion, pulled the covers over herself, and turned away.
Blue Sapphire fretted over the sudden shift in her demeanor but chalked it up to the day's fatigue. She'd sleep it off.
They could talk in the morning... a little rest, and she'd be back to her usual self, like always.
Unfortunately, things didn't pan out as Blue Sapphire hoped.
It wasn't that Black's state was off in the morning—no way to tell.
By the time Blue Sapphire stirred to the morning bell, Black's bed was empty.
Not in the bathroom either—she must have left the room entirely.
Doors locked electronically at night to prevent solo magical girl excursions, but the guard chief must have pulled strings.
...That's one thing, but.
If he'd come in the night and dragged her off with persuasion or threats, Blue Sapphire—right there—would've noticed.
Which meant Black had gone out herself.
Or maybe a hypnosis program timed to activate...
Details unclear.
But Black's actions, her vibe—it stirred a strange unease in Blue Sapphire.
Like leaving it be would spell disaster.
Just one day in, and already this gnawing anxiety.
What to do. What to do.
Blue Sapphire gnawed her lip in thought, but fresh from sleep or not... her mind drew blanks for solutions.
She lacked the power to handle this alone, the brains to turn it around.
Just painfully average, deficient in every way.
Even so, can't just let it slide.
...Gotta do something... or it'll spiral beyond saving... that's the feeling.
Blue Sapphire steeled herself gravely and began prepping for morning roll call.
The anxiety didn't lift—instead, it swelled heavier with each passing minute...
—Rewind a bit, to when Blue Sapphire slumbered soundly.
In the deep predawn, Black woke sweltering, oppressed by stuffy heat.
The usual cell, familiar bed and blankets.
By Earth standards, top-shelf luxury—comfortable, breathable, no complaints for sleep.
Climate tech kept the room perfectly temperate, always pleasant... or so she'd heard. Never an issue before.
Spacious for a cell, stylish walls and decor (magical girl eyes pierced the dark unlit gloom), all crafted to avoid claustrophobia.
No gripes ever. Even with her magical girl body—full recovery overnight. Solid setup.
Frankly, paradise compared to her old filthy, stinking semi-basement hole. A hundred times better, luxurious.
Yet inexplicably, tonight it felt sweltering, suffocating.
First time ever disliking the space.
Even a hollow void, like something precious lost.
Why this mood?
What sparked this eerie loneliness, this tightness?
Just hours ago, her heart brimmed full, content... why now...?
...Guard Chief.
Answer came swiftly.
The absence gnawing at her.
What had filled her with such fulfillment today.
Benei Guard Chief—missing from this spot.
His absence bred the loneliness, the stuffiness.
Yes. That was it.
Of course, not some romantic love.
Black was clear-headed, unmesmerized—no way she'd tumble for a fat middle-aged monster overnight, gentle or not.
This wasn't cheap "love" fodder.
So she believed.
"Guard Chief... Guard Chief..."
Dazed, Black slid from bed, shuffled to the door.
Locked at this hour. No solo night wanderings.
Yet the handle turned effortlessly.
No lock engaged.
Forgotten tonight? Either way, fortuitous for her.
"Guard Chief... Guard Chief..."
Black eased the door shut to avoid waking Blue Sapphire, then staggered down the corridor like a sleepwalker.
Her lips endlessly murmured his name, her face entranced, possessed...
And so Black staggered onward, sleepwalker-like, until she reached the guard chief's room.
She hesitated briefly—too late to call?—then boldly pushed inside.
Door yielded as easily as her own cell's.
But the man she sought was absent.
Staring into the empty chamber, Black lingered blankly at the threshold... then stepped slowly within.
His bed lay rumpled, blankets haphazardly bunched, pillow askew.
Other careless traces of his presence lingered.
Faint warmth in the sheets, his scent.
Bathroom break? Night patrol? Temporary absence.
"Guard Chief... Guard Chief... Nn..."
"Guard Chief's scent...♡ Haa...♡"
Unaware of her own actions, Black climbed onto his bed... clutched the blanket to her face, inhaling deeply.
His lingering aroma flooded her as she pictured him—her body quivering.
"Ooh...♡"
...Ah.
She came lightly from that alone... electric tingles rippling through her...