Yoon Ji-ah - Final Discharge (2)
"We need you fully erect—right up to the limit—before we can put it in."
Althea said this. The explanation was gentle, as always, but today a strange heat lingered at the edge of her words.
"First, would you care to savor my lower half with your eyes?"
Savor it with my eyes.
The moment those words reached me, my wandering gaze locked into place on Althea's lower body.
Because it was necessary, after all—for the sake of ejaculating.
White panties filled the center of my vision. Their edges were pressed slightly into the soft flesh of her thighs, and the large mound at the center looked faintly damp.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Althea's scent thickened with every second. Behind the lavender and the warm-milk sweetness came something else—body heat mingled with the smell rising off her ass and panties.
My cock began to pulse against my stomach.
"Hah..."
A small sound slipped from my mouth.
Althea stroked my thigh softly with one hand.
"Imagine the pussy hidden inside my panties."
Pussy.
The moment Althea said the word, the panties vanished in my mind. I pictured the white fabric sliding aside, the skin beneath coming into view.
The inside of that warm seam—the succubus body I would bury my cock in.
Between those thick outer lips, inner lips a pink like Althea's hair would be pressed tightly shut.
My lower abdomen convulsed from the imagining alone.
My cock was already swollen nearly to bursting. The magic circle had been released—nothing stood in the way of my ejaculation anymore.
When would I finally get to put it in?
"Did you imagine it?" Althea asked.
"Yes..."
"What do you think it looks like?"
"I-I couldn't... put that into words..."
"You don't have to say it if you're embarrassed."
As Althea lowered her hips a little, her ass came down toward me. The scent rising from her panties grew stronger still.
"Then shall we check whether the real thing matches what you imagined?"
Her hand slipped up beneath her skirt. Her fingers caught the edge of the white panties and slowly drew the fabric aside.
The first thing I saw was skin.
There was no hair. Between smoothly groomed skin, plump lips gathered in a soft swell. Althea's pussy was tidier than I'd imagined.
The outer lips looked thick and tender, and the crease between them glistened faintly with moisture. The inner flesh deepened from pale pink to a rich rose, and a bead of clear liquid caught in the seam glittered thin and bright.
Althea's pussy.
"Hahh..."
My breathing fell apart.
Still holding her panties aside, Althea turned her head to look down at me. Her violet eyes curved gently.
"Is it close to what you pictured?"
Close?
It was far, far prettier than anything I'd imagined.
Did succubi get beautiful pussies on top of the face and the figure?
My body reacted the instant I saw it. My cock squirmed against my stomach while semen pounded at the inside of my balls, begging for the way out.
"It's... too close..."
"It isn't even close yet," Althea whispered.
Her tail swayed slowly behind her, the heart-shaped tip flickering in and out of view at the edge of my vision.
"For now, only with your eyes."
Only with my eyes? What a wicked nurse.
Medical procedure or not, she wouldn't let me touch—all I could do was look. For the moment, Althea seemed just a little cruel.
Left with nothing to do but stare at her pussy and imagine touching it, I watched her arousal seep out until the damp gleam was visible.
"Then this time, with your nose," Althea said.
Her other hand came down to brace against the mattress, and her thighs spread a little wider on either side of my face.
My body went rigid.
"W-with my nose?"
"Yes. Just like during your cock-stimulation endurance therapy, you'll have to hold out as long as you can before you come. Only if the patient enjoys a satisfying release can the Final Discharge be completed in fewer sessions."
A medical explanation.
"If the Final Discharge drags on too long, it can have adverse effects on the patient's health, you see."
Why was Althea's pussy so obscenely pretty?
My eyes were snagged on that pink crevice, and not a word of her explanation reached my ears.
As Althea slowly lowered her hips, the pussy drew near. A moment ago its shape had been distinct, but the closer her ass came, the more the focus blurred. Her entire lower body filled my vision, and the scent grew far heavier.
The lavender faded away, and a sweet, wet smell of flesh filled my nose.
Mid-inhale, I caught myself holding my breath.
"You have to breathe, Ji-ah," Althea said.
If I breathe in, won't the semen come out?
I want my first ejaculation to be inside her.
"Slowly."
She came down further. I felt the pussy hovering right above the tip of my nose, its heat touching my skin.
It never quite made contact, yet it felt as though her arousal would smear across my nose and soak it. The soft flesh of Althea's inner thighs closed in beside my temples, and the white fabric of her panties brushed my cheek.
"Breathe in," Althea said.
I obeyed, drawing a breath in through my nose.
The scent crashed over me.
My mind went white.
It burrowed into my brain deeper than the scent of her bra ever had. Where the smell of her chest had been cozy and light, like warm milk, this was a hot, heavy musk risen from her lower body. The deeper I breathed, the more I seemed to taste it at the tip of my tongue.
"Nngh...!"
My cock leapt against my stomach. A single thread of Cowper's fluid trickled down. My balls, freed from the magic circle, pulled up tight, and the urge to come spiked through me. I seized the sheets with both hands.
Not yet. My cock hasn't even touched her pussy.
"Good."
Althea's voice dropped a little lower as she watched my cock's reaction.
"That's such a cute response, Ji-ah."
She sank a little further. Now her pussy just barely grazed the tip of my nose. I could feel Althea's wet lips flinching with every breath—a pussy that quivered and answered each time my exhale brushed against it.
"Ji-ah."
"Yes..."
Barely a sound made it out.
"Will you close your eyes for me?"
The request sent my heart hammering harder. Blind, the senses in my nose would only sharpen—when it was already far too much.
I closed my eyes as Althea wished, and the scent swelled to fill the room.
"Breathe in again."
I inhaled.
"Hnngh..."
This time the moan caught in my throat. Pleasure began at my nose, passed the back of my skull, and ran down my spine. My cock twitched as though it meant to spill into empty air.
My hand nearly moved. I wanted to grab my cock—to masturbate, to bleed off even a fraction of this pressure. Gritting my teeth, I pinned my fingers to the sheets. If my hand let go, it would truly be over.
I have to finish inside a pussy.
Pussy. Pussy.
"Are you holding out all right?" Althea asked.
"Yes... hah, yes..."
"Good girl."
Why did being praised feel so dangerous? Every word of Althea's approval made my body respond harder—and she knew it, and said it anyway.
"You still look like you have some composure left, so let's have you smell a little longer."
Composure? My cock felt ready to burst this very instant.
Althea rolled her hips, just slightly. With her panties still pulled aside, her wet pussy rubbed against my nose. Her excitement came through in the slick, sticky arousal.
"Nurse Althea..."
"Yes?"
"I... I'm seriously about to come..."
"Not yet. The Final Discharge has to happen inside. You've been waiting for today, haven't you?"
Gentle, but absolute.
"Come inside me. It would be such a waste to spill it outside, don't you think? Your semen is bound to be delicious, Ji-ah—I could tell from when I tasted your Cowper's fluid."
Althea's voice, strangely, seemed to whisper directly into my ear. When I swallowed, the scent sank deeper still.
A waste to spill it outside.
"Nnnh..."
My cock swelled to its absolute limit. This is really it—the edge.
The moment I thought that, Althea's hips rose.
With the scent abruptly gone, my breath came out in ragged gasps. When I opened my eyes, her lower body was back in view—panties still pulled aside, wet lips shining under the fluorescent light.
"You did wonderfully," Althea said.
"It's standing plenty tall now."
Her gaze traveled downward—to my cock, rigid to its limit against my stomach. The glans was engorged dark with blood, my balls swollen hard.
"Ji-ah, we're moving on to the next stage now."
Althea slowly withdrew from above my face. The wetness showed between her pulled-aside panties; as she shifted and lifted her hips, the thick scent of her pussy lingered in the air behind her.
I lay on the sheets, catching my breath, Althea's scent still clinging to my nose and refusing to fade.
My cock was already past its limit. It felt like standing before an open door—one more touch and I'd go through.
Althea shifted her knees on the bed, and the mattress dipped softly beneath her weight. Her uniform top was already off, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
Her panties slid off completely, snagged for an instant on the tip of her tail, then dropped to the bed—and her tail nudged them neatly toward the edge of the mattress.
I watched the whole motion in a daze.
"For the first one, would you like to do the moving yourself?"
Althea lowered herself onto all fours on the bed as she spoke. In that same gentle voice as always, an invitation to rock my own hips. Right now she was raising her ass high, presenting herself in a mating posture.
"Moving on your own makes it easier to control when you come. It's far better to hold back your first ejaculation as long as you possibly can, after all. You've endured so patiently—you've earned a truly wonderful release, haven't you?"
Althea braced her elbows on the bed and lowered her upper body, and her hips rose even higher. Her broad, soft hips cast a round shadow beneath the fluorescent light; the undersides of her ass hung heavy, spilling open to either side.
And between them—
I could see her wet pussy, quivering.