Creampies Are Fine, But This Isn't?
“Slurp…! Churrup…!”
I was currently lost in thoughts no self-respecting man should ever have.
“Hurrp… Suck… Suck…”
This dick tastes amazing. So much so that no other thoughts could even enter my head. Every sense was devoted to savoring its flavor. Each breath I took made my nostrils flare, drawing in the thick, musky male scent that amplified the taste even more.
……I’m going insane. It shouldn’t taste this good, but it does. Why does it taste so good? Even my brilliant mind, which graduated top of the academy, couldn’t comprehend it. This was a riddle harder than millennium-old magic formulas.
“Feels good. You’re doing great.”
The princess stroked my head. My body shivered. My pussy clenched, love juices dripping down in thick strands.
Don’t praise me for this…! My womb was thrilled anyway. It was twitching inside me even now. If ovulation were possible, I might’ve popped out eggs like fireworks.
No……! At this rate, I’d truly fall into depravity as a female. My body already had. My pussy was drooling saliva-like slick, desperate to get impaled on this cock.
I was trying to hold onto my sanity somehow, but humans are such fragile creatures when it comes to pleasure. This ecstasy was destroying my mind. And the path to ruin felt so ecstatic—I hoped it was just my imagination.
“Slurrrp…! Chup-chup…!”
I sucked the dick even harder. I want more praise… That desire was slyly creeping in.
“It’s about to come out soon, so get on all fours.”
I spat out the cock from my mouth and obediently flattened myself on the floor, sticking my ass out toward the princess.
“H-Here…”
I spread my cheeks wide to expose my pussy, making it easy for insertion. I’d gotten used to this routine. I shouldn’t have.
“You’re supposed to say, ‘Thank you for creampieing me’?”
“Eh? No need to go that far…”
“I’m not forcing you. But if Lady Withbel doesn’t say thanks, my dick might go limp.”
“Ugh, you’re so sneaky!”
“Sneaky? What a harsh thing to say.”
Smack-smack. The princess lightly spanked my ass with a casual flick.
“Hngguuuh……”
The slap sent pleasure tingling up my spine. I want it harder… Ah, no, what am I thinking? A whole day of masturbation had broken my brain. I wasn’t in any state for clear thought. Endorphins were turning pain into ecstasy.
“Fine! I’ll say it, so stop spanking my ass!”
Smack! I spread my pussy even wider. Hot, steaming love juices gushed out.
“Lady Withbel is so picky.”
“I’m not the picky one… Nngooook!!”
It was in. My lower belly filled with a heavy foreign pressure. That 2% shortfall I’d felt during all my orgasms today… I’d found the reason. This was it. This sensation of my insides being completely stuffed, breath catching in my throat. My slender fingers could never satisfy this.
Aah, dangerous. Just the insertion was going to make me cum again.
“Oook… Ok…♡”
Pssshhh. I squirted messily, eyes rolling back as I convulsed.
[96/100]
Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. Forced female depravity was so close now.
“Qu… Quick… Give me your cum quick…”
Squeeze-squeeze. I clenched my pussy like I was milking the cock.
Haa… My life… How did I end up shamelessly wiggling my ass, begging for cum?
Self-loathing hit me even as my body, conquered by this dick, drowned in bliss. It was a being that gave pleasure. No master-servant bond declared, yet my pussy had submitted to the princess’s mighty cock, becoming its slave.
Look. My womb was pounding happily now, my insides contracting on their own.
Squeeeze.
“Hoook… Oooook… My womb entrance… Rub-rub it moreee…♡”
The cock, hot as a fireball, ground its head against my cervix. Pleasure numbed my brain, vocabulary failing. I let out beastly cries, kicking the floor.
“Hiiik… Eek… Cumming… Cumming againnn…♡”
I gripped the carpet, desperately holding back the climax. Futile resistance.
[97/100]
My plump ass quivered. Uncontrollable energy made my toes curl.
“Do you really intend to go back to being a man?”
Smack-smack.
“Hiiik…!”
Another spank. Electric jolts shot to my scalp. Like waves washing sand away, my overheated body cooled in a refreshing rush. I felt weightless, floating to the heavens—as if a lifelong slave finally tasting freedom.
“I-I’ll… go back… Hng… I’ll return… to being a mannn…♡”
I glared at the princess with resolute eyes.
“Look in the mirror first.”
She grabbed my head and turned it toward the mirror.
“Ueng?”
A cow in the mirror gleamed with sparkling eyes. Its mouth corners twitched uncontrollably in joy. Anyone could see it was reveling in its pathetic situation. Goosebumps rose. My body shuddered. My mind couldn’t grasp the emotions—humiliating, miserable, yet my body was overjoyed.
The bitch in the mirror urged me to accept I was female. Fine, maybe I should just admit it… No. I furrowed my brow, mustering true resolve this time.
“As I’ve said countless times, I will go baaack—Oook?!”
The princess started gently rocking her hips.
“No…! Don’t rock your hips…!”
I grabbed her hands on my pelvis.
“While Lady Withbel was yapping, my ejaculation urge slipped away. Let me rock a little.”
“Haaang…! Ugrrr… Oook…!”
Her hips bucked wildly.
[98/100]
[99/100]
Two consecutive climaxes. My vision flashed white. Terror of the brink choked me—no hands on my throat, yet it tightened. Heart stopping. Cold sweat. Stomach twisting like food poisoning.
Like ultimate fear sharpening senses, time slowed. Yet excitement built, some inexplicable anticipation twitching my lips. What am I even anticipating? I’d finally gone mad.
In that despair-that-wasn’t-despair—
Splurt! Splurt! Thick liquid filled my womb.
“Ah…… Auh……”
Mouth agape like an idiot, I felt the cum’s flow. It clung to my womb walls. Some flowed deeper into my fallopian tubes. The magic circle roared in triumph at completion, then its light faded as ten lines melted away.
“What did I tell you to say?”
Her weight crushed me. I was squished like a frog under a carriage wheel. Tongue lolling, drugged and wobbly, I kept my promise.
“Gah… Th-… Thank yooouuu…♡”
Then consciousness faded.
The next morning.
“Aigoo, were you worried the curse would complete? Yeah?”
The unusually chipper princess poked and prodded my belly, tormenting me.
“Uuuu! Don’t treat me like a kid! I’m older than you!”
I splashed the bathwater furiously in anger.
“And don’t hug me so casually!”
I tried to stand.
“Ugrrr.”
The princess wrapped her arms around my belly, trapping me. I flailed my limbs, but it was pointless thrashing, of course.
“Keep squirming and I’ll pin you down?”
“Eut……”
I stopped resisting and leaned back against her chest.
“Closer.”
She pulled my belly tight. Her cock nestled between my ass cheeks.
“Lady Withbel’s body is so soft and squishy—it feels amazing.”
“Stop kneading my belly!”
“Sheesh, don’t do this, don’t do that. Lady Withbel, you’re too uptight. Ow.”
I pinched the back of her hand.
“Anyone hearing would think I’m forbidding things I allow.”
“Aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Come on, we mix bodies every day—this much should be fine.”
“No.”
“Creampies are okay, but this isn’t?”
“They’re different. That’s a form of medical treatment. Since the curse completing is dangerous, it’s the only way to prevent it—you know that too… Aoo, don’t slyly grope my breasts!”
After the bath and a meal, we headed to the lab. It was spotless.
“Uuuu.”
My face burned. Obviously, I hadn’t cleaned it. Probably the Palace of Life maids had. The carpet and sofa soaked in my sweat and juices from sex.
Having others clean our fuck zone was mortifying.
“I should give them a gift next time.”
Sigh. I slumped into the chair.
“Now what……”
The curse rampage had thankfully ended. It calmed the moment her cum injected.
“The problem is……”
[89/100]
It’d dropped straight to this. Lucky it hadn’t completed, but seeing a number so close to 100 was nauseating.
“Gotta beg the princess for more cum again… No, that’d make me her literal cum dump.”
Tsk-tsk. I clicked my tongue in disgust.
“Auuugh! This damn curse is ruining my research too!”
I ruffled my hair wildly.
“Hm?”
Footsteps approached from outside. Knock-knock.
Not the princess—she never knocks. Rude noble. Not a maid—they’re silent walkers. Who then?
I tilted my head and opened the door.
“Eh?!”
A middle-aged man in a red robe stood there.
“President!!”
Magic Association President. Red Tower Master. Head of the Redeye Count family.
Amod von Redeye.
“Hm? I heard Esther Withbel was here?”
“The Withbel I know is a man.”
“Circumstances… I’m like this now.”
I gave a sad haha laugh.
“Hmm… Your mana confirms it’s you.”
“Told you. But what brings you here?”
Count Amod pulled a paper from his robe and unfurled it.
“Esther Withbel.”
“Yes.”
“You stand accused of violating Article 10, Section 3 of the Mages’ Code of Conduct. You must face a mages’ trial. The outcome will determine your fate as a mage.”
“……Pardon?”
Mages’ Code of Conduct, Article 10, Section 3. No mage of the Association may read forbidden books, under any circumstances.