The Suspicious Back-Alley Whore (2)
――This woman isn't human.
――She's definitely a demon from some story.
――A demon...! She's a demon... gotta be a demon...!!
Mattis had never put any stock in superstitions or legends, but even he found himself dredging up some half-remembered tale from folklore, lost in foolish delusions. The service from this street whore, Mona, was that ecstatic, that extraordinary.
As if she knew every trick in the book to please a man, as if she could see right through how to leave him dazed and staggering, every gesture, every scent, every expression, even her breathing dragged Mattis into a swamp of unbearable temptation. She lavished his filthy cock—unwashed for days—with her pretty lips and tongue, cleaning it with devoted care as if savoring the ripe taste of seasoned manhood. When she took it deep into her throat, sucking like she meant to draw out his very soul, Mattis's reason was already half-swept away by the seduction.
Just like the sailors in those old tales, lured to their doom by the beautiful song of the siren monster, crashing blindly into rocks without a clue—Matiis lost his senses, sinking utterly into Mona's allure...
Creak, creak. The sounds echoed through the room, mingled with the woman's heated moans and the man's ragged breaths syncing to the rhythm.
The wooden bedframe groaned as Mona straddled Mattis, who lay on his back. She rode him in cowgirl position, grinding her hips with abandon. Each bounce sent her impossibly lush breasts—perfectly shaped, heavy yet perky—jiggling with elastic vigor. For tits that size, there wasn't a hint of sag, her nipples pert, her pussy devouring his cock with the vivid pink of a virgin's.
Her sensitivity was off the charts too; midway through her service, she'd spasm with a whimpering "Hnngh~♥," melting Mattis's sanity into mush.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haa, ha... aaah... Sir Mattis... your cock... haaaah... feels so good... just the right thickness... haaa... making me feel amazing...♥"
"...Then scream like you mean it, you bitch...!! Gruuuh...!"
"Eek! M-my nipples...!"
His head burned with lust, ugly words spilling out unchecked, but Mona shivered in delight at the abuse, trembling with joy. When Mattis thrust up, he felt her excited cervix kiss the tip with a kuuk.
Even then, her plain face twisted into a vulgar "Ohooo~♥ Hnngh~♥," a rare treat. Sure, she had a few freckles, but without her glasses, Mona's features were surprisingly sharp and attractive. The longer it went on, the more he shuddered at the thought of brushing her off earlier.
Aah, damn. Today's my lucky day.
No, no—maybe the gods are making up for that morning bitch stealing my luck.
He wasn't the pious type, but whatever.
'Ahh... squeezing so tight...! And it's so warm... my cock's gonna melt...!'
Squelch, squelch—lewd wet sounds burst from their joined flesh every time she rocked or he bucked. Her pussy clung to his shaft like sticky taffy, each ridge inside massaging him. Target what felt like her weak spot, and her chin would snap up with an ecstatic moan.
――That's how a woman should be.
――Bitches are cutest like this, all lovable and desperate.
'That woman too... for sure...!'
A platinum-rank adventurer like her wouldn't lack for men. Just ram her well-fucked hole with his proud meat rod, and she'd wail pathetically, helpless...
"Oh? Sir Mattis... thinking about another woman right now...? While tasting my pussy...?"
"...Sorry, you slut."
"Hehe... then feed me more... harder... something thick and intense...♥"
Until now, she'd leaned back for a clear view of their coupling in cowgirl, but she grinned wide, leaning forward to drape over him. Her full breasts rubbed against his chest, lips crashing into his, tongue invading...
'Grr... so warm... so soft...'
Even drenched in sweat, she smelled sweet—like pheromones designed to drive men mad. Mattis's mind dissolved like syrup.
Aroused, his cock swelled harder inside her.
"Ahaaa...♥ Perfect...♥"
"...Fucking bitch... fucking bitch...!! Gruuuuh...!!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
Curled cat-like atop him, Mona pistoned her plump, feminine ass, swallowing and releasing his rigid length. Her pussy lips clung, dragging out with the shaft or slurping it back in, granting bliss to both.
Mattis was at his limit. Male pride and the urge to savor it longer kept him holding back, but her insides were too good—his cock felt like it would melt into gooey honey...
"――――――"
As if sensing it, Mona pressed close, whispering filthy temptations in his ear. Her heavy breasts ground against his muscled chest. Her entire body clung, feminine curves and feverish heat pushing his reason to the brink—!
"A... gruuuuaaaagh...!!"
Throb...!
Spurt... spurt spurt spurt spurt spurt spuuuurt...!!
Spluuuush...!!
Like it was the finale, Mona hilted his impressive cock, grinding the tip against her cervix in circles, milking him dry.
"Aa... haaaaaaaaang...♥ Ahhhnngh~♥♥"
She shuddered against him, sighing in rapture. The warm flood deep in her belly, that masculine essence filling her—a dull heat spreading from within. Aah, feels so good. Aah, so good...
"Kuhuuuh... huu... huu...!"
"Ahaaa...♥ Sir Mattis... you're amazing...♥ Third load... and it's still so thick...♥"
"Haa... haa...!"
Mattis's head spun. Third...? When did that happen...? No breaks, just back-to-back. Had he blacked out?
"Sir Maaatis...♥ C'mon... just a bit more... you're a great adventurer...♥"
"Ngh...!"
Smack... smack... slurp...
Her cum-filled pussy still gripped him tight, refusing to let go post-climax. She smothered him in a deep, sloppy kiss. She'd cum too, yet her lust burned undimmed.
'Ah... right... every time she clings like this...'
'And those eyes... something feels off...'
Even after cumming, his cock stayed rock-hard in her warm, sticky depths. Impossible after three rounds. But doubts aside, he started thrusting again.
Mona matched him, kissing endlessly, her pussy now gently coiling around him in tender circles—continuing her vulgar mating service...
"Sir Mattis... Sir Mattis... please...♥"
"Drain every drop of your essence... your soul too...♥"
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………How many times in total, he wondered.
Sitting on the bed, back against the wall, Mattis remained erect... but utterly vacant, like a zombie raised by some dark sorcerer. Eyes glazed, drool trickling, cheeks hollowed as if thinned overnight. Yet his cock throbbed defiantly—seeming even larger than before.
Stroke... stroke... stroke... stroke...
"Sir Mattis... Sir Mattis... how is it...? Feels good...♥?"
Drenched in his semen from countless loads—pussy, mouth, body—Mona knelt between his legs, her lewd form pressing his cock between her vulgar tits for a paizuri service.
"Ah... uh......"
No coherent words, but his nod said it all: feels good.
He groaned at the plush embrace of her breasts. Emboldened—strangely more vibrant than at first—Mona licked her lips, ramping up. Hands squeezing harder, tits crossing and rubbing up-down... or wrapping tight while she suckled the tip with slurp slurp kisses...
After so many releases, Mattis trembled, sensing another buildup. Gonna cum, gonna cum again... gonna get sucked dry... milked once more...!
But just as he quivered on the edge, ready to erupt—Mona, who'd served relentlessly, suddenly stopped.