Sex Amidst the Night Sounds
The depth of the night sounds enveloping us grew even thicker. My power, Light and Darkness. It was a simple matter with this ability to manipulate light and its absence. Still, fine-tuning it to avoid any sense of incongruity from the outside took some real effort.
Enshrouded in a shell of darkness, we relied on the soft glow I conjured to make out each other's faces. The guy's expression was pure chaos. His rational side screaming that he shouldn't risk getting caught like this, clashing with the primal urge to ravage the body right in front of him. Man, this idiot still hasn't pulled himself together. You're supposed to be the one training me? But flashing that pathetic weakness—how's any woman supposed to trust her body to you?
No helping it. Before he gets around to taming my body, I need to whip his mind into shape first. I'll mold him into a true alpha: one who respects a woman's core consent, never turns down an offering, and drags out every ounce of her potential as a female. And no, don't hit me with that gut-punch question about how that's possible when the original me wasn't alpha material to begin with.
"Hey, answer straight. You hate fucking me?"
"I don't hate it!"
"Loud voice is good, but pipe down now. I can block the view, but sounds? Can't fully muffle 'em, you know? Keep moans and skin-slapping to a minimum. Got it?"
"Then why not just do it somewhere safe?"
"Sssp! I told you flat-out, didn't I? I'll make all your sex fantasies come true. And you straight-up confessed your outdoor sex fetish. Backing out now?"
"Nah, I think fantasies are best left as fantasies."
Keep hitting me with those platitudes, asshole? Training a woman is irrational from the jump—don't drag logic into it. You're hopeless. I dropped to my knees and yanked down his pants. His cock was already rock-hard, straining the panties to their limit. The way it looked ready to shred them straight through? Almost made me snort. So this is that "mouth says no, body says yes" crap?
"Already throbbing like this, but your mouth runs so easy?"
Whatever, I'd seen it once already. No need to baby it now. I peeled off the pesky panties and let the dick spring free into the air. The faint light threw a massive shadow of it across my face.
"...Uh, wha?"
Why'd it look so huge? No, I knew it was big from the start. Even after seeing it before. It hit me late—this was the first time up this close. Last time, there'd been some distance; now, I'd nose-bump it if I toppled forward. And fully kneeling? The angle made it loom all majestic-like.
And this smell. Ripe, matured man-musk stabbing my nose like crazy. Should've been pure revulsion, but the flesh reacted dead honestly. I knew it was foul, yet my heart pounded. Damn this body's shitty cunt! Don't you dare flutter on your own!
I screamed it at myself, but hey—humans are animals. The body's chemistry is the person. Yujin's pheromones lit this flesh right up.
...That said, claiming instinct rules all is overkill.
Ugh, revolting stench. Fine, there's pull to it, but sucking it down? Not yet.
Nearly thirty years of reason-sediment packed enough punch to rein in the beast a bit. Gotta do it someday, but mouth? Pass for now. Still, dick out means no backing off empty-handed. Can't suck? These tits can wrap it easy.
"You love titfucks, right? Feel honored. Normal sex? Dime a dozen. Real paizuri? Rare treat for men."
Joo Hyowon's rack isn't that huge... eroge standards. In those overflowing-boob games, mine's average-to-big. Reality? Prime titty territory. I slotted his cock right between 'em.
"Ugh!"
"Hey, quiet!"
"S-Sorry. Feels too good."
"Just wedged it in and you're whining...."
Truth? Yujin wasn't the only shocked one. The unnatural heat and rigidity pulsing through my tits. Even my far-from-small breasts couldn't hide the girth or length. No angle made it normal.
This thing, invading me again.
Chills. Thoughts veering hard. Change gears. Never gotten a titfuck myself, now giving first... Heh, sage time hits familiar. Calmer now.
"Here goes."
I mashed the sides, clamping his dick. Big tits diffuse pressure—might feel weaker than a handjob. But ex-man here: it's not just dick sensation.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa...."
His breaths ragged up. Visual of his cock buried in huge tits? Male-excitement nitro. Amped it: squeezed harder. Tits squishing under my hands and his shaft. His cock flared hotter, harder in reply. Glans—punch-glove shaped—beading clear precum.
Man's Cowper's fluid this close-up. Had my own once, but wild new view.
Already twitching to blow, huh.
But easy cum? Premie label. Yujin's mind? Crystal clear. Laughable, kinda cute.
Pursed lips, light whoosh of breath. Mouth-fuck? No way yet. Tease like this? Manageable.
"Uuugh!!"
Pathetic groan from my hot huff. Momentary "too much?" Nah—men need tough love.
"Quiet, or we get caught?"
"B-But."
"Shut it. Sense Qi the surroundings—catch anyone coming. Got it?"
Ero-training tropes: girls lose it to pleasure, guys hold reason? Man's job: scan. No reality-logic in eroge.
"Watch for detection. Savor her body deep. Multitask, or fail."
Fiercer tit-pressure stroke. Getting the feel.
Breasts suck for squeeze, so glans-rub focus.
Body + qi? Tits rival pussy pressure maybe. Not today. Rubbed sensitive tip, steady hot breaths.
Sly glance up: "Haa, haa, haa...." Choppy gasps—excitement obvious. This fired up? Useless. Tame the surge rationally, friend—no premie.
"How? Close?"
"Haa, yeah, any second."
"Pfft! Hold it, wimp. Not even pussy—just tits and you're done? Pathetic?"
Provoke toss: he bit lip fierce. Good—pride intact.
"No patrols?"
"Sense Qi says clear."
"Mm, yeah—deep woods? Rare."
By-the-book duty? Scheduled only.
"Harder then."
Qi to tits: soft stays, bounce amps. Pressure gears up.
No pussy-ridges—less zing than real fuck, probs. Overkill for this greenhorn, though.
"Good? Feels great, right? Huh?"
Fear I'd quit? Nodded like a bobblehead. Pathetic-sight laugh riot. Yeah, body's got crap pussy. Fine. But rest? I dominate mentally. Protect myself.
"Man up—show grit? Train me like that?"
Tzup-tzup-tzup♥ Jjigek-jjigek♥
Precum + tit-sweat = sticky sloshes. Struggling already? Pungent precum-scent claws nose. Gross.
"Churup."
Ah—not dick-lick crave. Pure reflex. Zero urge to lip-clean that near-milk sludge.
"Uuuugh!"
Stifled moan, dick-quivers: climax near. Weak-ass premie. Clothes dirtier? Hassle. Hand-finish to dirt planned.
But—head grabbed.
"Wait, hey—!!"
Dick invaded mouth. Burn-hot. Jaw-crack huge. Disease-reek foul. Senses overload pre-process: Yujin onahole-thrusted my throat wild.
"Nngh, oof, ughk!! Ack, agagaga♥"
"Ugh, Hyowon, Hyowon, Hyowon!"
Won't hush—name-spams. Pubes scour nose, shaft owns esophagus. Hurts, hurts, psycho! Thigh-slaps ignored. Thinks onahole!?
"Uk... uooo, uuk."
Air scarce, head floats.... Real danger. Push? Strength gone.... Dying....
"Ugh!!! Cumming! In you, Hyowon! Okay? Right!? Now!!"
Eh? Declaration echoes. What cum? Brain lags—byururur!! Sticky flood straight to gut.
Ah. Semen. Drinking cum. Knew someday—not now, unprepped.
...Yeah. Inevitable. Prep-drag? Worse. Pissed, but accept. His bliss = my power-fastest. No choice, throat... gulp.