Grape (3)
Grape looked down at me with eyes soaked in ecstasy, but she wouldn't stop pleading not to cum inside. I'd already done it, but I said nothing, just kept my dick hard. Even as she begged me not to, she gripped it tight and stroked it up and down with squeezing pulls.
"Can't cum insideee, magical girl, absorbs semen, turns it into mana, mana... feels too gooood...!"
"Ah, if I cum inside... is that bad?"
"Yesss! Nooo! Hngh! Pussy absorbs it! Semen! Dick!! Hah! No, human dick...! For a magical girl... too good... hnggg...!"
I had no idea what she meant, but I got the part about it feeling even better if I came inside. I looked away from her, gritted my teeth like I was desperately holding back, and said,
"Ugh... but Team Leader, your pussy's squeezing too tight... I can't hold it..."
"Ah, nooooo... please hold ittt, I'll get condoms...! Hng! I'll get them...!"
"Got it... Team Leader, I'll hold... ugh! Please pull out..."
"Aenger-ssi...! Thank you... ngh! I'll pull out, right noow...!"
She said that, but she couldn't stop shaking her hips. She couldn't pull my dick out either—tried a few times, only to slam her ass back down and swallow it whole again. So much love juice poured out that the wet squelches turned into sloppy glurps, warmly soaking my stomach.
"P-please hold ittt...! Hng! No, hold...! Aenger-ssi...! Can't cum insideee...!"
"Team Leader... can't anymore, ngh...!"
"C-condom... condoooms... hah...! Haaaah...!"
In the end, my dick—desperate to cum—twitched inside her pussy and stiffened at the base. With her magical girl's sensitive body, she felt it right away and started slamming her hips up and down even faster.
"Pussy, noooo... don't squeezeee... hng! Hngh...! No, nooo...!"
Slap-slap sounds rang out as her lower belly flushed red from my upward thrusts. Her pussy clamped down hard, urging my semen out. She shook it from the base like she was threatening me to cum quick.
"No, no, nooooo...! Hng, hng, hng, hng, hngggg...!!"
I started cumming right away, and Grape froze her hips, pressing our pubes together to take it all. Spurt, spurt, spurt—deep in her vagina, battering her womb entrance. Where had that neat, sharp office demeanor gone? Dumb-faced, tongue lolled out, drool spilling, half-lidded eyes rolled back, she let out beastly howls.
"Ohooooo...! Semen, coooming...! Hngh...! Th-thisss... goooood...!"
She was so blissed out she could barely speak, tongue limp and slurring. I bucked my hips up, twitching my dick over and over to unload inside her. Every last drop, pure instinct—no holding back, making her take my seed. Pubes mashed together, hips jerking, filling her womb mouth.
"Ngh...!"
That instant, her pussy heated up again, clamping my dick vice-tight. A ticklish tingle stimulated deep inside, sucking out the rest of my load. A sensation no normal woman could give, gently massaging my shaft.
"Hek... hek... hek... hah... hah...! Hngh...! Hng...!"
Spurting love juice like she was cumming, she slowly lifted her glistening pussy. My dick—which hadn't gone soft no matter what—slipped out bit by bit, popping free with a clean pop! like I hadn't cum at all.
"Hngh...! Hnggg...! Haaaa...!"
My dick throbbed and slapped her entrance again—tap, tap—and her hips shook up and down on instinct. Craving more sex but fighting desperately to hold her reason. The pleasure from her overheated pussy was unbearable, though; just the glans brushing it sent her over the edge again.
"Hngggg...! Hng! Hyaaaang...!"
Her hips twitched up and down. Her exposed hole quivered, tempting me. Looked like we'd go another round, but reason won out—her hips gradually stilled.
"Hngh... hng... hngg..."
Her face turned beet red as she looked at me, then bolted upright, hands clamping over her pussy.
"Ah, you came inside... what now... hnggg."
Not her usual sharp self—a panicked little girl, on the verge of tears, not knowing what to do. I played up my own confusion, whining right back.
"How was I supposed to hold back... when Team Leader squeezed and shook like that..."
"Ah, aaa!! Ahh...! A...!"
She clapped her hands over her ears, yelled, and scooted away from me. Curled up beside me, she released her transformation, shifting back to her usual crisp suit. Her hair was still in that single ponytail from magical girl mode, not done up like normal, but the suit made it crystal clear. This was my team leader.
The refreshing post-cum calm settled in, my love-juice-fueled arousal fading. Reason returned... but the sex had been so good, I didn't regret botching the hypnosis at all. My team leader was a magical girl, and fucking one felt this amazing... I swallowed hard.
I watched her dress and release the transformation, then tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped up. No more hiding who she was—in full team leader mode, regretting her actions but confused, she tearfully asked me,
"D-did I really... do that?"
"Always blaming me..."
"N-no! Not like that...! Aah...! I know, I know! If I didn't drag you up here, we couldn't have come, and as a magical girl... it doesn't make sense...!"
Grape was a top-tier rank 6 magical girl. No normal person could touch her—a guy trying to rape her would get flicked away and slammed down with one hand. For an average guy like me to overpower her? Impossible. Especially dragging her to a locked rooftop for sex. She'd mounted me herself and shaken her hips. Even when I held back promising not to cum inside, she'd shaken until I did.
Realizing how illogical it sounded, she clutched her head in agony.
"Aaa, I, I... what did I do... aaaa...!"
"You're too much..."
"Aaaaa!!"
"Do you always pounce on guys like this?"
"No! First time! First!!"
She curled into a ball on the rooftop floor, clutching her head. The more she realized what she'd done, the worse it hurt. She claimed it was her first, but I'd seen her with tentacles, and there'd been no hymen. Magical girl workouts might explain that, but her hipwork was way too skilled. Swirling side to side, pounding up and down, grinding the entrance... no way that was virgin moves.
"Liar... first time, but hips that good..."
"Sex is first! Tentacles, yeah, but man first! Fighting and love juice addiction... I masturbate alone at home, that's why I'm good!"
"Masturbate...?"
"With a dildo, so yeah...! Ah, forget I said that... haaa... ahhhh..."
Dildo masturbation... Her sharp office face merged with that slutty, brainless one in my head. I pictured her stripping naked at home, mounting a dildo, hips bucking wildly.
Still in disbelief, she clutched her head and whimpered.
"R-really, I pounced? Dragged you up here and raped you?"
"...Then you saying I dragged you up?"
"Ugh... no way..."
A twinge of guilt. But I couldn't go soft. She was a magical girl who could yeet me off the roof anytime. Still... bullying her too hard probably wasn't smart.
"Maybe the love juice addiction? From the tentacle monster..."
"Th-that... but I... have high mental and physical resistance... love juice doesn't get me that easy..."
Interesting terms from her mouth. Mental resistance, physical resistance... Physical probably against love juice. Mental... sounded hypnosis-related.
"No way... addicted to love juice... impossible..."
"...Then you just wanted sex and dragged me up to rape me?"
"N-no! Not that...!"
"Not? Then how do you explain this?"
She grew more confused, eyes darting, then clapped like she'd figured it out.
"Ah! M-magical girls recover mana fast from male semen! I used it all up, wanted a quick refill...!"
"Semen recovers it?"
"Yes! So, that... the recovery feels insanely good... that's why it's addictive and dangerous... it really was... I wouldn't just do that casually..."
Another gem. Cumming inside lets her absorb semen for mana recovery... Explains the clean dick. That heating moment was the absorption. Just hearing it made me hard again. Absorbs semen...
"...But doesn't that mean you raped me to recover mana?"
"Eh? Th-that... aaa..."
"You pounced?"
"Th...at..."
"...Shouldn't you at least apologize?"