Luciefer & Karen Florence (1)
Karen Florence looked down at me, panting, and slipped off her maid uniform. With a seductive, bewitching smile.
"Our positions have reversed, Luce."
She said it with feigned regret. But I could see the sticky lust mingled in her eyes.
"...Karen."
As she shed the maid outfit, her slender upper body came into view. It had an immature feel, but it was still undeniably feminine. Flawless, pale skin without a single blemish. Areolas as small as cherry blossom petals, tiny nipples. Prominently visible ribs. Hips that were decently developed despite her small breasts. Plump thighs and prettily shaped buttocks. And her pussy, sealed tight in a straight line without a single strand of hair.
It was the kind of body you could call slender. Now fully nude, she flashed a sharp smile and scolded me.
"You're ridiculous, Luce. You tormented my body so expertly, but you had no idea how to make your own feel good?"
Making Karen cum and masturbating were two different things. The spots that made her feel it weren't the same as mine. In short, she couldn't use me as a reference.
When I didn't answer, Karen pressed again.
"Or were you showing him that clumsy side on purpose to hog all of Rihart's affection?"
"N-no, that's not... Karen, I..."
"Shh."
Karen's index finger pressed against my lips. She had no intention of hearing my excuses.
"Anyway, this is gonna be fun! I'll make you cry just like you did to me."
This was nothing like the Karen Florence I knew. Lewd and decadent—she didn't suit it at all. My chest tightened at her sudden change. What made you like this? I had to have some share in the blame for her transformation.
I recalled the Karen from the past few days, enduring my caresses. She'd accepted her helpless situation with resignation, even comforting me. As if being toyed with by someone like me was fine. She'd pretended to be okay, all to spare my feelings.
Maybe she'd hit her mental limit long ago. Then Rihart had subjected her to his vicious torments. If it had been me, I'd have shattered. Did you really think she'd come out unscathed?
Suddenly, it hit me why Rihart hadn't pushed her further. Even if she had a tolerance for physical pain, that was just the body. What if he'd inflicted mental sadism I knew nothing about? Could Karen Florence really hold together?
Pity and guilt for her welled up inside me. I thought she had every right to torment me.
"Then cry nicely for me, Luce? I want a reward from Rihart."
I averted my gaze. But Karen Florence grabbed my chin.
"Look at me properly."
"...Karen."
My already trembling voice shook even harder. Had she sensed this emotional debt I carried? Karen let out a bright, chirping laugh. Was it my imagination that she looked pained even while smiling?
"Don't make that face, Luce. I'm having a great time right now, thanks to you."
I'm sorry, Karen. Sorry for hurting you. Her change stabbed at my heart like a sharp awl.
"I'll enjoy myself just as much as you did with my body, okay?"
I didn't enjoy it. I had no choice. If I didn't torment you, who knew what Rihart would do. That's why. That's how it was. I knew it was all pathetic excuses. The fact remained: I'd sexually assaulted Karen Florence. I'd probably scarred her pride and self-esteem beyond repair.
I bowed my head and said, "Yes, please enjoy yourself, Karen."
At my meek response, her red eyes twisted.
"That's no fun. At least put up a fight."
"...How could I ever do that to you, Karen."
"You disgusting little—!"
"Ack!"
Karen's hands seized my shoulders and slammed me to the floor. It was harder than I'd expected. Her gaze dropped to my crotch.
"Poor thing. Rihart tormented it so much it's all swollen and red."
She was right. My once pink folds were now engorged and flushed from the relentless friction and stimulation.
I steadied my ragged breathing and stared at Karen. She knelt down, lowering her head, then began licking my inner thighs, slow and deliberate. Slurp, smack. My overheated body reacted sensitively even to the lightest touch.
"Hngh."
Moving past my thighs, Karen Florence lapped at the crease where leg met groin. Soon her tongue invaded my inflamed pussy. Chuuup, smack, slurp, lick. She sucked and licked with fervent intensity, her breath and hot exhales teasing me further. A heavy heat coiled in my lower belly from the stimulation.
"Heek, hngkt."
My already wet core grew even slicker. Love juices dripped from my pussy like saliva from a starving beast.
She buried her face in me, focused solely on the stimulation. I had to feel every sensation crystal clear. It was mortifying enough to die, but it felt good, increasingly so.
Suddenly, Karen pulled her tongue away, and a thick string of viscous fluid stretched between it and my crotch. It snapped as she leaned back.
"You're feeling it better than I did? What a total bitch in heat."
"I-I'm sor, ry, Maste—!?"
Her petite frame covered mine from above.
"You're so soaked, we can do it right now."
Do what? Before I could question it, Karen's hands pried my clenched left leg straight open. Then she pressed her crotch against mine.
"Aheek?!"
I clutched my hands to my chest and looked at her. She grinned mischievously.
"I've always wanted to try this. They say it feels... ngh, really good."
Karen was just as hot and drenched at her center as I was. She rocked her hips and ass, grinding our crotches together. Squelch, smack, squish. The friction where our pussies met wasn't painful like I'd feared. Coated in juices and saliva, it was slippery smooth—no chafing at all. Like lotion or lube had been applied.
"Ahk?!"
Squish, press. Her movements were clumsy, but Karen's physical prowess was exceptional. The raw power from her delicate frame and her overwhelming stamina for repetition were more than enough to leave me writhing in pleasure. And she was figuring out how to intensify it—the grinding grew fiercer with each pass.
"Hrrngh, aaaah!"
When her clit rubbed mine just right, I couldn't endure it. I tried pushing her away to escape the stimulation. But her superior strength crushed my feeble resistance in an instant. She even grabbed my pushing hands and pressed our bodies closer.
"You get tormented all the time, but now that you're on the receiving end for once... scary, huh?"
"Out, ugh. Hnngh, eek."
As she ground harder, the wet sounds grew louder. The juices trickling down our thighs frothed into obscene bubbles from the friction.
The relentless stimulation made my body float away. I curled my toes, tensing my legs.
"Haat, ungh, hoo, heee."
Like a flopping fish, I bucked my hips in convulsions. Karen pinned my thrashing body firmly.
"You're already a mess, Luce."
I couldn't escape. As if declaring it, her clit ground against mine. A sharp, filthy pleasure surged through me, threatening to snap my thoughts. Even at this furious pace and force, my juices didn't dry up. If anything, thicker, stickier honey poured out now.
How many minutes passed like this? A hot sigh escaped Karen's lips.
I flailed desperately and cried out.
"Eek, Kar-en, st-op, I-I'm going weird, so weiird!"
"Toge-ther, let's go craaaazy, Luce!"
Karen showed no mercy, any more than Rihart did. I was utterly exposed to her violent pleasure.
Squirt, spurt.
I couldn't hold back—the water sprayed from between our legs. A long stream arced to Karen Florence's navel. I'd climaxed and peed myself in the throes.
"You went first, befoooore me, Luce?!"
Unhappy that I'd cum alone, she puffed her cheeks and ground even harder. My pussy was already hypersensitive from the massive orgasm.
Her stimulation was pure agony now.
"Ehek, I'm sor-ry, plea-se st-op!"
"I'm gonna cum toooo! It's not fair if only you go!"
"Ahek, heeg, I'm gonna cum ag-ain, so nooo!"
Finally, Karen reached her peak too—her grinding pussy shoved against mine. The crushing pressure reignited my pleasure, making me tremble anew.
We shuddered like we'd been electrocuted, then went limp. It was utterly depraved.
"You did better than I expected, Karen."
It was Rihart's voice, observing from the sidelines. He lifted Karen's slumped body and laid it atop mine. Now she covered me from above.
Karen blinked, turning her dazed face.
"...Rihart?"
"You worked hard. Time for your reward."
"Reward?"
Her voice lit up with instant anticipation. At the same moment, something pressed against my crotch. Rihart's cock. More precisely, he'd wedged it between our pussies.
"Ahk!"
"Eek!?"
Karen and I moaned in unison. We reacted wildly with every twitch of his thick, long shaft.
"This is just for me, only meee! Why give it to Luce too?!"
Rihart chuckled at her whining.
"Such a greedy girl, Karen."
"You promised!"
"True. A promise is a promise."
"Hah?!"
Rihart's thick cock pried open Karen's flushed, swollen pussy—just as red as mine. Squelch, grind, thrust. It was forceful, violent penetration. No gentleness—just raw hip power shoving in. Her entrance stretched to its limit. Despite being soaked, the sound of tearing flesh was brutal.
The sight looked excruciating. Yet Karen flashed me a smile laced with ecstasy. As if boasting that she was the one loved more.
"Feels good, Karen?"
"It's so full, so, so goooood!?"
Before she finished, Rihart snapped his hips. Even that alone stole her breath.
"How could I not love you for trying so hard?"
"Urk, hnggg."
It had to hurt, had to be torture. So why did she look so blissful? Unthinkingly, I bit my lip.