The End of the Ordeal (4)
When the urge to ejaculate started building, it was always better to switch positions rather than force it back.
I gave a subtle signal, and Erti caught on right away.
"Mm... Want to try a different position?"
I nodded, and she blushed for a moment.
"It's embarrassing... Doing it from behind means I can't see your face. Ha... But if that's what you prefer..."
Erti obediently turned around and sprawled face-down on the bed, lifting her hips invitingly for me.
A magnificent sight unfolded. Erti's pear-shaped figure was on full display.
In this rear-entry position, her wide hips and plump ass stood out even more, delighting my eyes. And that wasn't all.
As if to help guide me in, she reached back and spread her cheeks apart.
"...This way, it'll be easier for you to slide in, right?"
"Well done, Erti."
I praised her, and even without full penetration yet, she wiggled her ass happily at the words.
Her pristine, untouched anus gleamed cleanly, and below it, her pink pussy lips swelled ripely.
True to her watery nature, love juices dripped steadily from her entrance, obscenely lewd.
The nectar trickled down her thighs, soaking the bedsheets once more.
I slid my cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing along the cleft.
"Mm, yes... Yulian's cock feels so good... More... more... Let's feel good together!!"
That was the plan anyway. The juices that had coated my shaft during the position change had dried a bit.
I ground the shaft between her labia majora, slathering it fresh with her slick lubrication.
"Hngh, ah... Come back in... Put your cock inside!!"
Then, in one smooth thrust, I buried myself deep in her pussy.
Though I'd stretched her out in missionary just moments ago, she'd tightened up again in the interim.
Not messing around.
Unlike before, the sticky folds and intense pressure gripped me fiercely, sending shivers through my whole body.
I'd drunk plenty, which should have dulled my sensitivity, but Erti's body was too erotic for the alcohol to matter much.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
I didn't plunge all the way in at once. I savored the vise-like squeeze at her entrance, building my pleasure anew.
A top-tier pussy that could make me cum in one go if I let my guard down. But my superhuman stamina, boosted by the red fruit wine's virility enhancement, kept it in check.
"Ahng...♡ Mm... Ungh... It's in... Deeper than before... Haa... Mm... Heut...♡"
Erti, too, driven wild by the wine as if in heat, craved me actively.
Her depths offered electric pleasure without resistance now. I thrust deeper, tapping her cervix.
"Hyang!!"
With a cute cry, her back arched like a bow. I gripped her wide hips like handlebars.
Perfect for pounding now. I drove in following my body's rhythm.
Slap-slap-slap—
My pubis and cock collided with her aroused pussy and ass, producing lewd symphony.
Each shake of her body made those massive breasts sway, further feasting my eyes.
"Mmngh, mm, hiit... Hng... Haang... Ang!!"
Drunk on my cock, Erti could only howl like a bitch in heat.
Her waist trembled repeatedly.
Soon it spread to her thighs and legs. I sensed she was on the verge again.
I let go, unleashing my seed inside her.
"Uang!! My head... It's going all white... Kyaut!!"
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
My semen jetted past the deepest part of her pussy, filling her womb before backflowing warmly along her channel.
The climax from that release was so satisfying, I wanted to claim her as my bride right then.
Erti collapsed onto the bed.
I stayed buried inside her warmth, savoring the afterglow long after.
***
The night deepened, but once ignited, the fire didn't die easily.
Erti felt her brain melting. It had only been days since she'd learned a man's body.
Yet this experience topped anything in her ancient lifetime.
If I know this... I won't think of anyone but you, Yulian, every day...
Exposing her most shameful parts in doggy style. Yulian had flooded her depths with his thick baby batter.
The supreme pleasure blooming from her core spread, electrifying her whole body.
Like a wildfire swelling rapidly. The ecstasy raged fiercely but refused to fade.
And that wasn't enough. She wanted to embrace Yulian more, to have him look at her more.
"Haa... haa... haa... Yulian... Lie down for a bit?"
This time, Erti pushed him onto the bed.
Despite unloading enough semen to overflow her thighs, his dusky monster still stood proud. She took it in her mouth.
"Churp... Slurp... Lick..."
She cleaned the cum off meticulously with her tongue.
Yulian's seed had an intensely thick aroma. Erti had no experience with other men, but she figured theirs would taste like plain water by comparison.
That potent masculine flavor drove her madder.
A bit fishy... bitter... but I don't hate it.
No aversion to swallowing. If it was his, she'd gulp down as much as he gave.
"This time... Let Erti make you feel good..."
Even that brief fellatio seemed to pleasure him, but she wanted to use her precious place again.
Anything... for you... no, for Yulian...
He wasn't her master yet. But her holy sword instincts told her he'd pass this trial.
If there's any risk of failure... I'll stay by your side until you succeed.
And deep down, she knew her feelings for him differed from those for past masters.
Atlin, her last owner as a holy sword. She still missed and longed for her.
But that was mere nostalgia for the master who'd cherished her most—the bond between sword and Sword Empress.
But you're different, Yulian.
The man who'd taken her first time. Erti saw him clearly as a man. Beyond that, with affection.
No, feelings bordering on love.
Erti straddled him, lifting her hips to guide his cock inside.
"Hng..."
That massive rod. Not easy to take all at once. And cowgirl was tricky for a virgin just days ago.
"Ugh... More... more..."
She strained her waist to impale fully, but the glans caught, refusing easy entry.
"No need to force it, Erti."
As if sensing her frustration at failing to please him, Yulian sat up.
He pulled her into an embrace.
"Entrust your body to me... Relax your waist."
It became a natural facing lotus. A position she'd craved but been too shy to request.
How are you so casually perceptive... and kind...
Erti hugged him tight, averting her eyes.
No... If our eyes meet now... He'll see right through me...
She'd already blurted out liking him carelessly. But they were both drunk, so he'd probably brushed it off.
Still... if he really didn't hear... I'd be disappointed.
Then Yulian leaned in for a kiss.
The deep, intoxicating kiss melted her mind white again.
"Hmwup... Mmm...♡ Ng...♡"
She was even getting used to these shameful moans. Inevitable. Amid their tongues and saliva tangling stickily.
Yulian placed a hand on her hip. Gently guiding her waist, he retried the insertion.
"Haaang!! It's in... Coming back in!!"
With his help, it slid in smoothly, tapping her cervix.
Their first time had hurt more than expected. It still stung a little now.
But the joy far outweighed it. Erti was truly glad she'd given her purity to him.
They fucked face-to-face for a long while. Each time she moved her hips.
His cock drummed her depths, her body resonating like a bell with pleasure.
Erti hugged him tight again, crying out.
"I love it... I love you! Yulian! I love you so much!!"
Her back arched once more. Body and heart rushing to climax, she clamped down harder.
"I'm cumming... Gonna cum again... Haaang!!"
They peaked together. His thick semen filled her womb anew.
***
Dawn broke. They awoke under the same blanket.
That red fruit wine... impressive stuff.
High proof, but no brutal hangover. The virility boost was insane, though—kept Erti up all night.
I'd lost count of the thrusts amid our intense lovemaking. Even I, confident in bed, felt my cock tremble.
Erti still slept soundly. Naked under the covers, her peaceful breathing was adorable.
And I didn't expect that sudden confession.
She'd shouted her love endlessly during sex. Maybe just her sleepy habit. But a beauty's confession didn't feel bad.
Back to reality, though... No more romps like this?
Ego swords like Erti weren't unique in Iseland, but I'd only been isekai'd here months. Never heard of swordsmen romancing blades.
In Demon King Slayer, she was a hidden item no player claimed, not even a heroine. Made my mood complicated.
Did I just fuck a sword?
Felt more like a virgin ghost than a blade, but as a holy sword, no undead vibes.
Her succubus traits revived my vigor, dream or not, influenced by this sub-space.
Anyway, I'd keep dealing with Erti in reality. No overthinking. I tucked her in warmly, grabbed the Imperial Sword, and stepped out.
"Time to practice with the sword."
The trial's finale: Pre-Dawn Eclipse. The precursor to true secret art, White Night. I had to master it here.
I channeled mana into the blade.
Just a normal soldier's body, no aura yet. But the mana blade darkened to deep black.
Mana or aura—more important is the essence in that form.
A polar night, sunless even at noon. Eternal northern darkness. Polar Night.
The jet-black aura blade born from Atlin's despair, dooming thousands.
Yet the Lion Sword Empress rose from it. Forged the eternal sunless night—White Night—and severed Graiel's head.
That weight of death... To master Polar Night...
Lost in pondering its essence, I heard a frantic voice calling.
"Yulian? Where are you! Answer if you're there!"
Erti. Her desperate tone, like a wife seeking her runaway husband, nearly made me burst out laughing. I replied.
"I'm over here!"
She rushed to me.
Soon, the two entered the trial's final chapter.