Beast-making Water (3)
Not a single cloud marred the sky. A full moon hung bright and clear, and the pure air the island exhaled acted like a flawless lens, revealing even the faintest stars normally invisible to the eye.
History is made at night.
Beneath that spectacle—jewels densely set upon black silk shot through with a soft blue sheen—another piece of history was being written inside the bamboo house hanging among the trees.
Two young people still clumsy at love, who until now had only shyly confirmed each other’s hearts, who had kissed and clung without shame yet never crossed the final line, were now, with the help of liquor that shattered the walls of reason and awakened the instincts sleeping deep within, making history of their own.
“Mph… haah.”
The moment Chester’s deep kiss ended, Monia panted hot breath, a thin strand of saliva trailing from her lips.
The fire that had only raged inside her body because of the alcohol had finally found an outlet and began to run wild.
Hot.
Her body was burning.
To Monia, who had been raised so delicately she had never once caught a cold in her life, such heat was terrifying enough to call death to mind.
Yet right now she felt no fear at the strangeness of her own body.
Her eyes saw only Chester. Her ears heard only the rough breathing and pounding heartbeat of this beloved beast who was so excited by the sight of her.
Her senses cared nothing for the abnormality of her body; they strained only to feel Chester’s breath and the texture of his skin. Whatever faint reason remained was too thoroughly enchanted by him to issue any warning; it simply stood dazed and still.
She had no desire to do anything. She only wanted to accept Chester exactly as this moment demanded and to make him feel good.
Ah…
Fear of the first time. Resolve she had struggled to firm up yet never quite managed. Joy and anxiety, expectation and worry, the terror that the relationship blooming with love might twist and change.
All of it was meaningless now.
I like him.
Having arrived at this situation, Monia realized her own heart even more fiercely.
I love him.
Whatever this man did to her was fine.
She loved this person who, even after completely losing his reason, still treated her so carefully and gently that she would not be hurt.
She loved this man who usually dealt with her strictly, trying to raise her strong, yet never left her side—who stood like a great, upright tree supporting her.
Fear of the island. Despair at being abandoned by her family. Death that had drawn so near. Sorrow. Regret. Frustration.
He had blown away every one of those enormous, terrible, negative emotions that had tried to crush her, and shown her hope and joy toward a new life.
Her heart raced.
Emotion exploded.
Monia did not suppress the heat trying to burst from inside her; she simply followed it.
She stretched her slender arms, wound them around Chester’s nape, and this time she was the one who lunged forward into a deep kiss.
Chester quietly accepted Monia’s kiss.
Her small pink tongue slipped into his mouth, and he took it roughly.
They exchanged breath, exchanged saliva, and through it all exchanged the heat they felt for each other.
The more they kissed, the hotter their bodies grew, the higher their hearts soared.
And what she felt most clearly of all was—
It’s hot.
—the “thing” of Chester’s currently pressing against her lower abdomen.
What did they call this again?
That vulgar friend of hers had said… yes.
Cock… was it?
Monia etched the faintly remembered crude word into her mind.
There must have been better vocabulary, but unfortunately Monia—whose education on such matters had amounted to little more than “leave everything to your fiancé”—did not know the proper terms.
Cock.
She felt that large, thick pillar of fire burning hot enough to scorch skin, pressing so distinctly against her lower belly.
Even though it was only pressing against her stomach, she could clearly sense both its size and its shape.
Feeling it made something low in her abdomen tighten.
While they kissed she felt Chester’s hands undressing her.
A moment later the black, tattered scrap of cloth covering her breasts was peeled away, and her chest was bared to the world.
“Hnn…”
Bathed in the bright moonlight streaming through the window, Monia’s breasts possessed the artistic texture of white jade porcelain; their soft yield under gravity let one imagine the feel of them.
Even the slight movement of her kissing made them sway a little, and the clearly erect pink tips at their ends beckoned Chester’s hands.
Drawn by that invitation, Chester used one hand to pull off her skirt while the other covered her breast.
“Hah!”
The instant his hot, rough hand touched her, she felt as though her breast were being seared by fire.
For the briefest moment the illusion startled her, but then Chester’s hand gently stroking her breast made her body tremble.
To Monia, pleasure had always been a mental sensation.
The elevation of spirit, the rapture she felt when appreciating a fine work of art, when listening to a splendid opera, when simply looking at Chester.
What she felt now was different.
The moment Chester, who had been softly caressing her breast, carefully took her nipple between his fingers, it was as if lightning had struck her entire body.
Faced with physical pleasure that slammed straight into her brain, Monia could not endure; she shuddered violently.
“Mmph, hah, hnn!”
The cry that tried to escape her mouth was sealed by Chester’s lips and vanished, yet the light flashing behind her eyes did not fade at all.
Every time Chester kneaded her breast, every time he carefully pinched her nipple, every time his free hand stroked her nape or her back after removing her skirt—
Pleasure gradually filled Monia to the brim.
Just as a single footprint left in a beautiful snowfield on a winter’s day is engraved deep and clear in memory, the physical pleasure she felt for the first time in her life was being carved distinctly inside her.
What others might have experienced as mere light foreplay ravished Monia with overwhelming intensity and clarity.
Enduring the pleasure, she unconsciously dug her nails into Chester’s back and nape and clenched her toes into the moss that served as their bed as if she would tear it free.
“Hah… hah… puha!”
When the kiss ended and Chester saw Monia’s flushed, disheveled face, he buried his face against her nape and licked her throat.
“Ah… haang. Nnh, haah! Hnnn…”
Afraid of the shameful sounds escaping her, Monia bit her lip hard and endured even as drool slipped from the corner of her mouth—yet her resistance vanished the moment Chester’s voice reached her ear.
“Monia.”
“Hnn?”
“I love you.”
“……!”
Mental pleasure and physical pleasure attacked her at the same time, and Monia—
“Hah… haaaah……!!”
—reached the first climax of her life.
Chester held Monia from behind, carefully stroking her belly and gradually sliding his hand lower.
Feeling that descending touch, Monia stroked with her own hand the cock standing rigid between her thighs, pressing firmly against her sex.
She rubbed a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip between her fingers, then laughed like a child at the slippery feel of it; she traced the bulging veins that looked ready to burst, then startled when the cock pulsed under her touch.
Then, cupping it with both hands as though holding a flower, she began to stroke and caress it in earnest.
Even after long years of hard labor, Monia’s hands remained soft thanks to the mysterious water.
“Hah.”
When she felt Chester shudder and moan as she stroked beneath the head or along the underside, Monia—delighted by the thought that she was making him feel good—naturally wore a seductive, alluring smile.
She turned her head to look up at him, licked his nape the way he had licked hers earlier, and whispered:
“Does it feel good?”
“……Yeah.”
The sight of Chester nodding bashfully was truly delightful.
Monia rubbed her thighs together to stimulate him further, felt his reactions as she touched him, and focused on the places that drew the strongest response, steadily building the pleasure inside him.
Chester’s hands never stopped, yet under Monia’s assault their intensity seemed to weaken a little. At that she whispered playfully:
“I want to feel good from you too, Chester.”
Those meltingly sweet words set fire to a man’s heart.
“Nnh—kh!”
At the same moment he felt lust surge hard, a white line shot from the tip of the cock that had long since reached its limit from touching Monia and being touched by her.
“Kyaa!”
When the cock jerked and spurted something, Monia’s eyes flew wide in surprise.
How vigorously it shot—semen flying far.
Chester buried his face against her nape, held her body tight, and trembled; realizing that meant it felt good, Monia kept stimulating the cock even as it came.
“Ugh! Kh!”
Just as Chester had continued stimulating her after her climax earlier, Monia now smiled and stimulated him in turn.
“Want to come more? It’s all right. I’ll do as much as you want. Come on… hmm? Come for me.”
The words were spoken without thought, purely from instinct, yet they were absurdly effective.
Normally it should have subsided after one release, but hearing Monia’s words, Chester’s cock—already beginning to soften—rose hard again.
After each of them had climaxed once, how long did they continue to enjoy foreplay? Lying on the bed, Monia looked up at Chester, who covered her body with his cock aligned between her legs.
At last this moment had arrived.
The moment she had always sensed would come someday.
The moment of losing her first time, her virginity.
Monia gripped the moss bed tightly and waited for Chester to come closer. With his cock pressed to her entrance, Chester gently kissed her forehead, stroked her hair, and said:
“Monia.”
“Mm.”
“I’m putting it in.”
There was no verbal answer.
Monia answered by placing a small kiss on Chester’s cheek; receiving that answer, Chester began to press his hips forward with force.
After the long foreplay her soft, open flesh was dripping with love juices, and Chester’s cock sank into that warm hollow.
“Hah… mmph.”
“Nngh… kh.”
The sensation of something entering her body for the first time. The sensation of piercing a woman’s depths for the first time.
They offered each other their firsts.
As he advanced, Chester felt a slight resistance and knew it was Monia’s hymen; he paused his hips for a moment.
Sensing the same thing, Monia looked at the still Chester, then tightly embraced his body with her arms and legs.
“Chester.”
And she breathed words into his ear so that he could find courage.
“Come to me.”
The instant he heard those words, power flooded Chester’s hips, and Monia’s hymen was pierced in a single stroke.
“Kh… hnnn…!”
Pain. A sense of loss. And at the same time the joy of truly becoming one.
Monia clung to him so that he would not see her face twisted in pain, and said:
“Keep going… come to me.”
Yet Chester did not move from that position; with their hips joined he simply kissed her.
How long did they kiss while holding each other tightly? When Monia gradually grew used to the pain of defloration and felt only pleasure, Chester at last began to move his hips.
“Oh… haang!”
The sensation of a foreign object moving inside her was hard to grow accustomed to. Yet the sharp pleasure that stabbed in with every thrust swiftly overwrote that strangeness.
At first Chester moved his hips gently and slowly; then little by little he began to quicken.
Neither of them had experience, so the movements were simple, yet youth and passion, the exaltation of being joined, and Chester’s size more than made up for it.
Amid the creaking of bamboo, large wet sounds gradually mixed in; realizing those sounds came from her own sex, Monia flushed red.
“Monia, you’re so cute.”
Chester gently kissed her cheek, then held her with his whole body and rocked his hips.
Chester’s body covered Monia completely.
Except for the legs and arms that escaped outside him, he hid every part of her from the world, turning the space between them into a world belonging only to the two of them.
“Nnh… hah… khung. Haah! Ah… hnn! Hhk!”
Shaken by Chester’s rough thrusts, Monia’s face twisted with pleasure.
That contorted face and her swaying breasts made Chester thirstier still.
Wanting to see more of that sight, he thrust even harder.
Whenever he found a place Monia especially liked he remembered it and focused his thrusts there; he also clumsily imitated techniques he had half-overheard in the idle talk of a fellow butler friend.
Sweat beaded and rolled down; their pressed-together skin grew sticky with it, drawing them even closer.
The boundaries between them crumbled.
It felt as though the pleasure the other felt was flowing straight into their own minds.
With reason completely paralyzed, Chester clenched his teeth and drove his hips; Monia, swept away by the pleasure exploding again and again inside her, cried out in screams of ecstasy.
Thus the two, melted by pleasure and heat, became one and layered their bodies for a long, long time.
How long did he keep thrusting?
With his monstrous willpower Chester held back his climax and poured every last drop of his bottomless stamina into moving his hips.
From the middle Monia was half-fainting, merely rocking in time with Chester’s thrusts, yet even then his movements showed no sign of stopping.
Alcohol and the excitement of first experience had paralyzed his reason, turning him into a monkey that knew only how to thrust its hips.
“Nngh… kh… hhk! Ah… huuh! Hahk!”
And at the final moment, the single remaining thread of reason made Chester pull his cock free of Monia’s sex.
“Hik… hnnn!!”
The rough withdrawal sent Monia into one last climax, and Chester continued an endlessly long ejaculation across her body and face.
“……! Kh!”
After a climax that felt as though it had ripped out the roots of his soul, Chester gazed at his woman through fading consciousness.
He saw Monia, her entire body flushed with excitement, sweating, unconscious, soiled with his semen.
The satisfaction of having joined with the one he loved. The fulfillment of having satisfied her to the point of fainting. And even the instinctive sense of conquest a male feels.
Amid those many emotions, Chester drew Monia into his arms.
The semen on her body smeared onto him as well, but that was nothing to care about.
Right now he simply wanted to hold this lovely woman and fall asleep.
Finally, as though kissing a child’s forehead and wishing her good night, he pressed a kiss to Monia’s brow, then held her tightly and sank into sleep.