Asha's Drunken Responsibility
Claudia was a little distraught about taking responsibility like a man. The idiot right in front of her had a face that clearly hadn't grasped a word of it.
In her frustration, Claudia tilted her glass back. That's when the pink-haired girl abruptly shot up from her seat.
“...?”
Claudia blinked in surprise at the girl's sudden movement, staring at her. Her face was flushed deep with alcohol, those naturally rosy cheeks now beet red. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy, but the direction of her gaze was unmistakable.
The girl stared straight at Claudia, muttered something under her breath, and then suddenly collapsed back down.
“Sha—no, Asha?”
Claudia's voice trembled with confusion. The table shifted faintly with a clatter. And then came the sound of wet sniffles.
“It hurts...”
The drunkard who'd slammed her head into the table wriggled awkwardly, poking her face out from between Claudia's legs. Her feverish skin began to warmly heat Claudia's firm thighs.
“W-wait, what the hell are you—”
The pink-haired girl shoved her face right between Claudia's thighs, sniffing noisily before mumbling back.
“...It's 'cause of me it got like this... so I gotta... take responsibility...”
“...”
Claudia chewed on those words for a moment. So... since she was the one who got me all riled up in heat... she's gonna take responsibility and handle it...?
It was confusing as hell. She'd just confessed she was actually Asha, and now she was shoving her face in there. How the fuck was she supposed to interpret that?
...From that expression just now, it really did seem like she felt genuinely responsible.
Should she be happy about this? Or... sad?
In the meantime, the drunkard's soft hand brushed over Claudia's bulging crotch. The rod twitched in response, radiating heat as it throbbed.
The sharp judgment that had always kept Claudia one step ahead in battles between life and death offered no answer now.
Was it her pounding heart? The blood rushing hot through her body? The alcohol hitting harder? Claudia could only stiffen up, staring down at that pink head.
Fumbling fingers undid her buttons. Her underwear shifted aside, and Claudia's massive rod sprang free, flopping heavily onto the girl's face. The girl's hot breath warmed it tenderly. A twitch ran through the shaft, and clear precum dripped plip, plip onto her hair.
Every puff of that hot breath chipped away at Claudia's sanity, numbing it bit by bit. She barely held back the lust she'd been suppressing, biding her time.
But the girl had no intention of stopping there. She grabbed the rod draped across her face with both hands and started stroking it up and down. Along with the thick, overflowing precum.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Ngh...”
It was a lukewarm stimulation, but those soft hands—so different from her own—and the piled-up lust made a stifled moan slip from Claudia's lips.
With the rod blocking her view, she couldn't see the girl's face clearly. What kind of expression was she making over there?
As if to banish the thought, a sigh-like breath washed over Claudia's shaft. Claudia shuddered from head to toe, her waist bending forward. Saliva trickled from between her clenched teeth.
The rod on the verge of explosion. A growl rumbled from Claudia's throat.
“W-wait... I'm gonna... cum, so stop... it'll be a pain to clean up here...”
The girl's hands paused for a moment. After a brief hesitation, the pink-haired drunkard parted her lips as if to say what's the problem? and engulfed Claudia's cock.
The alcohol-fevered hotness of her mouth. Her ongoing exhales. And... that soft tongue.
The sudden shift in stimulation proved too much. The rod finally unleashed, thick and sticky white semen surging gush, gush into the girl's mouth.
Determined not to leave a trace, the girl gulped it all down her throat—gluck, gluck.
The sounds of sucking candy and swallowing echoed loudly.
“Ah... ugh...”
The pleasure of a long-suppressed release whited out Claudia's vision. When the unusually prolonged ejaculation finally ended and she came back to herself...
...she saw the girl with her mouth wide open, like she was undergoing a post-consumption inspection. Her soft tongue inside was drenched in saliva.
The girl muttered.
“...Tastes awful.”
Claudia's rod, still rigidly erect, stiffened even harder. The girl blinked dazedly and mumbled.
“...Why isn't this thing going down?”
The fragile thread of Claudia's reason snapped.
“...If it deflated that easily, we wouldn't call it heat.”
“Ah... eep!?”
Claudia let out a low growl and seized the pink head. Strands of hair poked out between her iron grip fingers. No more half-measures with just the tip—she rammed the full length into that gaping mouth.
“Mmph?! Uuugh!”
The girl writhed in agony from the sudden intrusion. But her body, already accustomed, switched to nose-breathing and accepted it endlessly.
Her mouth, slicked with semen and saliva, was fully prepped to swallow Claudia's massive rod.
The only one oblivious was the girl herself.
Innocently unaware, she breathed through her nose and let Claudia's strong hand guide her—swallowing and releasing the cock over and over.
“Guuuurk! Slurp, mmph!? Grrk!”
Sticky wet sounds of saliva and precum filled the room. The girl grabbed Claudia's thighs and pushed, but it was pointless resistance. The gap in their strength was insurmountable.
All she could do was not fight it, moving her body to accommodate the huge rod without harm.
Her mouth tasted fishy. Her throat burned raw. Gags rose every time it plunged deep.
Her already hazy, alcohol-soaked mind grew even foggier.
Then the girl—Asha—noticed something strange. It should only hurt. She ought to feel disgusted at being used like this.
Yet her lower belly kept trembling uncontrollably. She felt the wetness between her kneeling thighs.
Slipping a shaky hand down there, Asha confirmed it clearly.
Her slit was sopping wet, drenched.
Realizing that made her already burning face blaze even hotter.
Right then, the cock pistoning in her mouth thrust deep into her throat and began a fierce ejaculation.
“...Gonna cum.”
Semen jetted splurt, splurt, slamming into her esophagus and flowing straight to her stomach. Asha felt her belly bloating.
It was like all the food, snacks, and booze from dinner were being painted pure white.
Knock knock.
A knock at the door. Claudia snapped to attention, leaning forward to shield Asha with her arm on the table.
Asha had no choice but to keep the cock in her mouth even after the ejaculation ended. Any movement would make noise.
“...What is it?”
At Claudia's question, the waiter cautiously cracked the door.
“Service drinks. I thought there were two of you...”
“...We stepped out for a bit, so no need. The service is fine... please just go...”
“Ah... my apologies.”
The waiter tilted their head curiously but shut the door. None the wiser to what was happening inside.
Moments after the door closed.
“Puha! *cough*! Gack, kehack!”
Asha yanked her face free from the deeply embedded cock, gasping raggedly. The opaque fluid pooled in her mouth and on her tongue stretched a long string as it pulled away, dripping plip, plip to the floor and leaving translucent stains.
“...”
After all that ordeal, it should've gone down by now. Asha coughed for a good while before looking up.
Claudia's rod stood as rigid as ever, veins throbbing proudly to show it was still going strong.
Asha let out a hollow laugh and muttered.
“...Why the hell is it still standing?”
Claudia smirked back.
“...Think you get it now? How much I've been holding back?”
“...”
Silent and slumped, Asha was yanked up by Claudia's firm hand. Her face twisted in disbelief as she was plucked from under the table like a weed.
No matter how strong she was... was casually lifting someone like this even possible?
Not even on potions...
If I went back to my original body and chugged potions, could I even match that strength...?
While Asha shook her head inwardly, Claudia hoisted her up and plopped her onto her own lap. The rigid rod rose up between Asha's spread legs. Heat rising to her chin made Asha shudder once.
Claudia nipped lightly at her ear and whispered.
“Feels like this isn't the end, right?”
The sticky whisper in her ear somehow sounded sweet. Claudia's strong hand roamed her lower belly, slipping into her pants.
“...What're... you doing.”
Soon, the hand emerged from her slit, utterly slick. Sticky fluid stretched long between her fingers.
“...Already soaked? Better strip quick if you wanna head back easy, yeah?”
With that, Claudia let her go. Asha hesitated a moment, then planted her feet on the floor, face flushed crimson. She peeled off her pants and panties, tossing them somewhere dry.
Still wobbly from the booze, she muttered softly.
“...It's just 'cause of your heat, no choice. N-not like I'm giving you my body or—”
“Yeah, yeah, it's for taking responsibility... won't count it.”
Asha kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the chair. Her lower half fully exposed right in front of Claudia's face.
She took a slow, deep breath.
...This wasn't the plan at all.
As she thought that, fluid dripped plip, plip from Asha's slit, wetting Claudia's rod. Her body was already drooling in anticipation of what was coming—regardless of what her mind wanted.