Hand Over the Man! Foes Blocking the Sky Path! You Think I'd Willingly Give Up My Slave? Feeling Kinda Bad for Going Too Hard on Amnesiac Virgin Sylvia While Watching Her First Real Fight
After appropriately comforting and putting her to sleep that night, feeling like I'd been a bit too rough on the regressed virgin Sylvia who was just watching her master's first battle with her hands behind her back...
"Mm... Huh? Where'd she go?"
When I woke up in the morning and realized Sylvia wasn't in my arms, I sat up to look for her. There she was in the makeshift kitchen space, preparing breakfast. Still a bit groggy, I watched her through bleary eyes and thought to myself.
Why no morning blowjob?
The room's a bit different... Oh, right, amnesia! We're camping to lift the curse.
I sluggishly crawled out of bed and hugged Sylvia from behind as she wielded her wand like a conductor's baton, making the kitchen knife chop rhythmically with tap-tap sounds.
"Kyaa!"
"What're you doing, Master? Why'd you get dressed all by yourself?"
"Wh-wh-what! What the hell are you doing?! You're messing up my focus!"
"From something like this? You used to handle it perfectly even when I was hugging you before the memory loss..."
"D-did I? Well, not now."
"Got it."
As I obediently pulled away, she glanced back with a hint of regret before resuming cooking. That ass, though.
While Sylvia cooked, I discreetly analyzed whether she'd fully shaken off her disgust toward me. Hmm... Compared to the Master who was totally smitten with me before, she's still got quite a prickly vibe. The curse's emotions aren't 100% gone—they're just crushed down and suppressed. With no memories and lingering emotional residue, heading to the volcanic zone core is definitely the way to go...
As I pondered, the food finished cooking, and Sylvia artfully arranged it on the table. Swallowing hard, I scampered over and sat down. She set utensils in front of me and took the seat across.
"Why sit there? Come sit next to me."
"Wh-what...?"
"Duh. We sit all close and you feed me. That's how it was."
"...R-really? I didn't know."
Sylvia hesitantly dragged her chair next to mine and fidgeted awkwardly.
"Here, ahh."
"Uh, uwaaa..."
We've had sex already, why make a fuss over feeding? The amnesia aftermath is severe. I shoved the spoon into her mouth with a loud slurp, feeding the restless Sylvia. She kept losing focus on her food, glancing sideways or unable to fix her gaze. Since she stayed tense and rigid, I ended up pitifully feeding myself. It's been like this since day one... So pitiful. She needs to recover her memories quick or we restart step by step. Still, it tasted great.
After breakfast, we prepared to depart. No dressing or bathing assistance—she flicked her wand and handled both of us at once. Convenient, but... why? We're in a rush, I guess...
Sylvia dismantled the Instant House in a flash, recovering the building materials. While useless me watched, she smoothly finished and infused mana into the Horse Golem, transforming it. Before takeoff, she handed over the [Map] spell and physical map without forgetting.
"Alright, take good care of me today too."
"Hey, Sylvia. Wanna ride with my dick plugged in today?"
I casually spouted nonsense. I'd only realize later how insane that was.
"Wh-what!? What kinda talk is that!!"
"Well, yesterday you kept rubbing your soft belly against my dick... I didn't wanna cum embarrassingly in my pants, so holding back was torture. Better to just fuck while riding and cum whenever I want..."
"Even so!!! No matter what, sex while driving is...!!"
"Why not? You hate it?"
"N-n-no, not that!! But still, that's...!"
"So it's fine? Let's plug in and go."
"Ah, ugh, uwaa..."
To my bullshit logic, Sylvia—who clearly didn't hate naughty stuff—stammered and ended up with my dick inside. As I lifted her onto the Horse Golem's saddle, she stared down at her lower belly, poking it with two fingers and opening her mouth.
"......Is it, okay...? Sitting pressed tight... My womb's there, and your dick reaches all the way... Haa... Lying down, it only pressed when thrusting deep... But hugging tight constantly, my womb'll always be poked... Uwaa, uwaaa...!?"
"What're you doing?"
"Hiee!? N-nothing!!"
I saw everything, Sylvia. Gauging my dick length, huh.
"Damn...!"
"Ugh..."
I got her atop the kneeling Horse Golem and sat facing her. Her panties slightly pulled aside revealed a dry pussy, magically cleaned and slick. Trembling voice from Sylvia.
"Y-you're really doing it.... What kinda man is my slave...?"
"You're more embarrassed than I thought. I figured you'd love it for sure, heh."
"Eh...?"
"What's up?"
"......Just now, before the memory loss... you talked about 'me'?"
"Why split it like that? It's both you."
".....Hngg..."
What's this suddenly? Sylvia's blush lingered, but she shook off the hesitation, pouting stubbornly as she aligned her pussy and bit down on my dick.
Virgin psychology's a mystery. Same person, but jealous? Or genius impatience at the progress gap?
"Wait, lube it up first."
"Nah... It'll get wet quick. Just shove in."
Squish!
"Urghhh...♡"
"Ngh... Already wet inside?"
"D-don't knowww... Haaang...♡"
Splurt, spluuurt—!
Oof... Thought she'd hold a few seconds, but our Master came right away. Makes sense for her tight pussy—even raw-dogging works. Sylvia's pussy swallowed me root-deep between her outer lips. Shoulders trembling in aftershocks, she shakily pulled a belt from her waist pouch, wrapping it around me and her waist.
"Oh, nice."
"Haat... Gotta be careful not to fall... Hnggr...♡"
Squelch... Pussy juices lightly wetting our lower bodies—hope no colds. Saddle temp's optimal and warm; it'll dry quick.
I buried Sylvia's hugging head in my chest and started flight control.
"Let's fly longer today."
"Huaa...♡"
The Horse Golem toed off slightly and soared. Sylvia inhaled my scent, sinking into insertion pleasure. I told her the essentials.
"Sylvia, keep thinking you love me nonstop. When you cum, say you love me—got it? It's risky otherwise; this counters the curse."
"Huee... Got ittt...♡"
"Not sure if you're hearing me. Tsk. I'll remind her properly later..."
Using the Horse Golem's flight, I soared through skies, aligning direction and ramping speed. Straight shot: twenty hours to volcanic core. After two hours aloft. Sylvia panted heavily, declaring love confusingly—but about ninety times, shy of a hundred. I'd cum in midair ten times. As her arms weakened but she clung tight, sniffing my scent desperately to stay alert—admirable—huge wingbeats boomed with fierce winds.
Bwoom— bwoom— bwoom—
"Sylvia! Flying monsters ahead?"
"Uhehe...?"
Shit. I hastily decided to land. Per modern combat doctrine, air-to-air favors the air force. Blind bombardment could mean disadvantageous loss, but ditching vulnerability now was best. Plunging spike-like to ground, I barely landed—Sylvia's womb crushed by impact, squirting as we separated still joined. Unbelted and set down, she couldn't stand.
"Haaaa...♡"
"Sylvia! Enemies!"
"E-enemies...? Enemies!? Real enemies!?"
Sylvia, pussy gaping and leaking cum-mixed squirt, snapped alert and steadied. Spluuurt— splurt—! Strength returning clenched her pussy, contracting to eject pooled cum.
"Nnghiii...♡!?"
Oops... My bad. Sylvia tensed her belly, squirting cum out her pussy drop by drop, then faced the descending flyers. Wand drawn, identifying foes—reliable and imposing, though thigh-streaming cum mismatched hilariously. Fuck this volcanic zone. Core's far, and sky blockers...
Enjoying pussy, thought long flight today—ruined. Foes neared; gray-skinned female humanoids. Massive tits bare—distracting—actually fully nude. Back wings: pair over 4m span, 10m wingspan solo.
She'd hog a whole subway row.
Idle thought aside, checked Sylvia: blush gone, calm smile, wand raised leisurely. Cum still dripping. My fault, fuck.
Three winged foes. Largest center leads; smaller flanks support.
"Boss. Definitely a male."
"Amazing. Seed scent so thick..."
Overhearing whispers, assessing—Sylvia spoke resolutely.
"...Don't worry. I'll protect you."
Ooo... Almost melted into girl mode. Heart pounding. Badass Sylvia.
Then center boss stepped forward.
"You there, bitch. We have demand. Lend man awhile?"
No shame on gray face; Sylvia's forehead vein bulged. Firm rejection.
"...Nonsense. No bitch hands man to enemy willingly."
"True. But we urgent. Can't somehow?"
"No need twice, but fine: I'd die first before lending my slave."
"We strong. You small weak bitch. Witch? Still, we three. We win."
"Hmph, can't gauge foe strength? You lot? I handle solo."
Crackle! Zzzap—!!
Lightning sparked from Sylvia's wand—intimidation.
"No choice. Take man by force. I Demona tribe warrior Balona."
"Demona tribe warrior Valerino."
"Demona tribe warrior Valerina."
Demona tribe? Demons? Name sounds tough... Nearly burst at ballerina, fuck. Useless, don't interfere.
[Yoooung laaady...! The Demona race is famed for innate toughness from birth! Warriors can't use magic, but excel at mana body reinforcement! The young man is still novice-level on mana matters! Don't foolishly clash head-on!!]
"Nah, no intent to fight. Can't even if I wanted. Cheering Sylvia on fits me perfect."
[......I-is that so...]