Like Sinking into a Bottomless Mire (Black - Obsessive Masturbation) (2)
Why is this?
I can't feel safe at all without the Guard Chief.
With the Guard Chief not by my side, anxiety floods in.
The Guard Chief has to be here.
The Guard Chief, together with me.
The Guard Chief.
The Guard Chief….
"Haa… Nng… Huu…."
"Sss… Haa… Sss…."
Nng… What… am I doing….
No, but… I can't hold back….
In the private room provided for the Benei Guard Chief.
On the bed that the Guard Chief uses, in the depths of that space, Black Twilight is lost in masturbation.
Clutched to her chest is the blanket, faintly carrying the Guard Chief's scent and the remnants of his body heat.
Black inhales deeply, as if excavating the Guard Chief's smell, drawing his traces deep into her body.
Just from that, she feels her nipples hardening sharply, and her breasts grow tight and stuffy.
Black kneads her own breasts over the magical girl suit she's wearing, desperately trying to relieve the stuffiness building there.
Why does she feel this aching longing?
Why does she crave the Guard Chief so desperately?
Why this restless anxiety?
And why does smelling the Guard Chief's scent make heat rise deep inside her body? She can't understand any of it.
"Nng… Nn…."
Black writhes her hips against the blanket clutched to her, as if trying to rub her pussy against the sheet below.
Beneath the suit, her lewd slit is already drenched, slick with arousal….
Black's actions soon grow more and more aggressive.
The obstructive suit is half-peeled off, exposing her breasts, while her bottoms and panties are yanked down to her ankles.
She gropes the newly bared tits with one hand, while the other thrusts fingers into the slit at her crotch, soothing it.
Her body is covered by the Guard Chief's blanket, her face buried in the blanket and pillow, inhaling his scent.
Just the Guard Chief's smell and traces, just thinking of him, makes her feel like she could cum over and over from masturbation alone.
"Guard Chief… Guard Chief…♡"
"Ah… I don't know… Why does it feel… so good… why…♡"
"Hauuuk…♡"
Frail voices and pitiful moans leak out from beneath the blanket.
Black calls for the Guard Chief in a desperate tone, as if summoning a beloved lover.
And the more she calls his name, the more pleasure surges through her body… swelling to an unbelievable degree.
She squeezes her breasts hard, as if they might burst from the stuffy expansion swelling from within.
She pinches and twists her nipples as if to crush them, but it's still not enough—she doesn't know what to do with herself.
Her pussy is the same; she's stabbing and rubbing inside with such ferocity it feels like she'll ruin the hole herself.
So lewdly soaked it is—every time she moves her fingers, it feels like wet, squelching sounds echo out.
The hand pistoning into her pussy occasionally pulls free to mash and stimulate her hypersensitive clit.
Huuuuk…
Black climaxes again, still clutching the blanket.
She reaches orgasm so easily, but even after cumming, the stuffiness and desire remain utterly unquenched.
Black's hands show no sign of stopping.
She keeps viciously twisting and pinching her own nipples, rubs her clit so fiercely it feels like it might catch fire, then shoves her fingers back into her pussy hole to jab at the weak spots she knows so well.
If this were the Guard Chief's hand….
The Guard Chief's hand would surely be so much firmer… bigger… feel so much better….
Why are my hands so small? Why don't my hands feel as good as the Guard Chief's?
The Guard Chief is amazing.
His hand feels incredible with just a light touch.
His voice alone makes her brain and womb tingle; his breath on her skin sends electric jolts through her.
But what about herself?
This sight of her comforting herself with her own hands must look pathetic, and above all, it doesn't feel as good as the Guard Chief's.
She couldn't hold back and started masturbating, but self-pleasure can never quench this thirst she's feeling now.
Only the Guard Chief.
Only the Guard Chief can satisfy her.
Black is convinced of that.
"Haat… Haa…♡"
"Guard Chief… Guard Chiiiief…♡"
Black no longer masturbates just on the bed.
She climbs down and wanders the Guard Chief's room, pleasuring herself in every corner.
The Guard Chief's desk… his chair… this is his pen… his clothes… the tissue he used….
She grinds her pussy against the desk's edge for corner humping, sits deep in his chair and carefully rubs her slit for more masturbation.
She even mouths his pen to coat it in saliva, then slides it into her pussy.
She hugs his clothes or tissue, sniffs them just like the blanket earlier, and masturbates again.
Every time she finds a trace of the Guard Chief, she recalls the sight of him from earlier that day.
If she can't remember, she fills in with imagination.
This way, Black can keep masturbating with fresh, novel sensations.
It feels like her insides are filling with the Guard Chief's essence….
Ugh… Nng… Nng…
Clothes… Uoht… Hooooh…!
She cums.
She cums.
She cums.
She cums again. Cums so incredibly well.
She cums on the desk, the chair, the pen, the clothes. Without missing a spot.
No matter that she's a pathetic pussy-cumming-addicted masochistic bitch—even for her, this is unnaturally easy.
It must be because of the Guard Chief's traces.
The Guard Chief really is amazing.
Guard Chief, you're incredible…!
"Haa…♡ Haa…♡ Eeuuk…♡♡"
"Cumming… Cumming… Gonna cum again…♡"
"No no no no… Cum… It's… cumming… Haaak… No… I have to hold back… Eht…♡♡"
Hueuk… Uk… Haat… At…!
Black returns to the Guard Chief's bed, collapsing face-down on it and furiously masturbating both her front pussy and ass pussy.
For her ass hole, she's using the pen from earlier.
Perfectly slick with saliva and pussy juice, shoving it in and stirring like a lever feels insanely good.
Her pussy, which she'd timidly poked with one finger before, now takes two fingers stretching it wide with violent thrusts.
Moreover, face buried in the sheets, her voluptuous breasts are squished between her body and the bed.
This gives just the right pressure on her stuffy, anxious tits, and every body movement rubs her erect nipples sweetly against the sheets, driving Black even more insane.
"Hii, hiiiik…♡♡!!"
In the end, Black climaxes again with a pitiful cry.
Her hips buck wildly upward, her whole body shuddering in spasms.
As she curls into a tight ball, twitching in the afterglow, then—psshht! Pssshuaaah!—a massive squirt erupts noisily from her.
The warm tide soaks straight into the Guard Chief's sheets, leaving a stark stain.
Oh shit… what do I do.
She was already beyond saving from her actions so far, but now she's left such an obvious trace.
I'm screwed… totally screwed… the sheets… need to change them….
Her mind rings alarms, thoughts of somehow fixing this or replacing the sheets.
But her body stays frozen in place, face-down and dazed.
Lost in the lingering afterglow of climax, she doesn't know what to do.
And as that afterglow slowly fades a bit, she thinks again that she needs to deal with the sheets somehow.
But against her thoughts, the hand and pen buried in her ass and pussy start moving once more.
Just a little more….
Still not satisfied, perhaps.
It's like a bottomless jar from the start.
The more she cums, the emptier she feels, craving more climaxes….
And naturally, the one who can soothe this emptiness is… surely….
"What the hell are you doing?"
"?!"
And then.
As Black, face-down on the bed and about to resume her frenzied masturbation, hears the voice from behind—and turns to see the Guard Chief himself—
Black feels her heart and womb drop like stones.
Her vision goes dark….