Chapter 66: Desire
Chapter 66: Desire
What I sensed in Kim Ha-eun as she tore roughly at my clothes wasn't pure sexual appetite.
It was rage at the monsters and the world, grief for her dead parents,
the helplessness of a girl who'd done nothing but study and now felt incapable of doing a single thing on her own,
frustration at a reality where even brutal exercise couldn't make her strong fast enough,
and the hollow realization that killing monsters in the name of vengeance changed nothing at all.
Dozens of negative emotions had churned together into a storm,
and only then donned a shell called lust and burst outward.
She'd been thrashing, swept up in her feelings the same way she abused her body on a treadmill.
And a Dream Demon's body inside a dream was more than capable of weathering that rough handling without issue.
"Fine. Do whatever you want."
"Really— haah— you swear I can actually get stronger?"
"Of course. You're already starting to feel it, aren't you?"
There was no foreplay. No kissing, no skin against skin, no caresses meant to slick either of us up.
She'd been hissing out harsh breaths like an enraged bull, and then she simply grabbed my rigidly erect cock,
shoved her shorts down, yanked her panties aside, and shoved it in.
Even in a world where the whole concept of chastity had been flipped, that kind of entry hurts the woman more than the man—
"Gk— ow-ow-ow...!"
"Goodness. Aren't you being a little reckless?"
Her back arched as she straddled me, curving forward, not back.
Hard and formidable as a Dream Demon's shaft might be— like it wasn't even made of ordinary flesh— plunging into a completely unprepared virgin was always going to be rough.
I could feel skin scraping against skin, but the pressure on my end was nothing compared to the pain of her losing her virginity.
'That makes three virgins I've collected, huh...'
To my eyes they were beautiful, but this world considered them plain-faced, and its ideas about chastity were upside-down too.
Han Ye-ji had never had a spare moment for girlfriends— she slept through class and worked part-time jobs the second school let out.
Lee Ha-rin was such a hardcore otaku that, while nobody disliked her, her entire social life consisted of a handful of female friends who shared her hobbies.
And Kim Ha-eun had been a model student who did exactly as her parents told her— of course she'd never had a romantic relationship—
'At this rate, I might get renamed Lethargic Unicorn.'
The Unfading Giant Tree was the same way. If I looked purely at outcomes, every meaningful connection I'd made around here, the Incinerating Tyrant aside, was with a virgin.
Idle thoughts like those drifted through my head as I watched Kim Ha-eun slump forward over me.
Whether from pain or grief, she was biting her lip so hard it looked white, tears beading in her eyes, and the sight only sent more blood rushing south.
Something about the Dream Demon's magic must have been working on me, because a woman biting her lip with red-rimmed eyes and crying
didn't look ugly at all— she looked like an actress in some hardcore Western porno, and it was maddeningly erotic.
"It's real... it's really real..."
At the same moment, I felt magic power surging through the skin we had pressed together.
Her pale hips began to roll like she was turning a millstone.
Less than three minutes after a virgin who'd never known a man had torn her hymen,
she wasn't just awkwardly bucking— she'd started to ride me, working her hips with startling freedom.
"Haa, hff...!"
Watching her flex her waist so supplely, her huge breasts swaying with every motion,
I felt the urge to come rushing up on me with shocking speed for how little time had passed.
So fast that I was almost grateful for the faint sting of her nails digging into my chest as she braced herself there, fighting her own pleasure.
Inside a dream, there was no reason to hold back.
I had no particular interest in putting on a show with moans or coquettish little sounds,
so I simply thrust my hips up and let the tension in my glutes go.
I felt my semen pull through my urethra, like it was being sucked out by a mouth— shloop.
"Hngh?!"
Even though my orgasm was mild, her reaction was explosive.
Was it because this was her first taste of a Dream Demon's essence as a half-Dream Demon herself? Or the magic power that had surged through her like a squall?
She'd been hunched forward in pain, her breasts dangling, but now her back snapped into an arch and she shuddered uncontrollably.
The sudden backward jerk sent her huge chest into a violent, bouncing ripple.
'If they're that big even when she's arched back, goddamn...'
She'd bent so far back her head was resting against my legs, slumping limply. I caught her by the back and lifted her torso upright.
She'd been riding me in cowgirl, legs spread wide, and now that she'd collapsed backward
I could see the join of our bodies plainly— slick with blood, arousal, and semen.
Far from dirty, the sight of that spotlessly pale sex, with pubic hair so faint it seemed absent, was purely lewd,
and I felt my length, still inside her, stiffening all over again.
I spent a moment appreciating the view of those huge, springy breasts from this seated angle.
Then she got her wits back, wrapped her legs around my waist, and lifted herself upright.
'Is the Dream Demon package just big dicks and huge tits?'
She slid her torso up until we were face-to-face,
and her breasts, which had sprawled to either side with gravity, surged back toward the center like magnets clicking together.
I buried my face in those enormous breasts and the deep, deep cleavage between them, teasing the pale skin with little sucking kisses, when a voice reached my ear.
"You can... keep going, right?"
The storm of tangled emotions that had been driving her appeared to have settled a little, numbed by the overwhelming pleasure.
"Of course. I can keep going until you wake up."
"Well, that's welcome news."
Maybe it was because she'd lost her virginity with that sudden, no-warning thrust,
but a complicated mix of feelings was playing across her face. I gave her a small smile—
meaning, if it hurt, it hurt you, not me, so no hard feelings.
Though she seemed to interpret it differently.
A little calmer now, she traced her hand softly across my chest.
Her palm was so pale it looked like it had never seen sunlight, gliding over my pectorals,
her fingertips tapping lightly at my nipple.
Obviously, I'd never done any sort of nipple training— all I felt was a tickle.
She must have taken that tickle as something else entirely, because she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around my waist and back,
buried her face against me, and started lapping at my chest with her tongue.
Her skin was slightly cool, a pleasant contrast to my own heat, but her tongue was outright scorching.
Like the sensation of swallowing something hot and feeling it slide down your throat,
every drag of her tongue across my chest left a vivid trail.
Her small head dipped below my chin as she licked at my chest.
I smoothed her disheveled purple hair back with one hand and whispered softly into her flushed ear.
"The night is long, and we have plenty of time. Do whatever you want."
"Hff? I— I will. As long as I can get stronger..."
Startled by the breath hitting her ear, her little tongue darted back behind her lips.
It looked like she was about to lift her head, so I cradled the back of her head lightly and held her there.
I thought I was just offering her my chest,
but her cheek being pressed against a man's pectorals must have excited her, because I felt a hot, wet pulse surge lower down.
"So you can take your time and enjoy it... or you can go wild like you did at the start."
As I held her small head squirming in my arms,
her huge breasts naturally swayed and thumped against my solar plexus and stomach.
A head small enough to cradle in one arm, and breasts so heavy they thudded against my belly.
"Then I won't hold back."
Maybe my relaxed attitude all this time had gotten to her pride,
because I felt the muscles in her thighs tense hard where they pressed against my sides.
The position was awkward, but with her rear planted on my thighs, she started to roll her hips again.
As if the instincts of her half-Dream Demon body were guiding her, she wrapped her arms around my back and began to move her pelvis against me with a wet clap.
Even though I stayed still, pleasure spread through me like wildfire.
Her wide, slick hips danced on top of my thighs with a wet chap-chap sound,
her waist curving as supplely as a belly dancer, the inner muscles of her body clenching and writhing as if alive, driving me on.
"Hoo, that's good... really good."
Surrendering to the pleasant sensation, I hugged her close again as she nuzzled her cheek against my chest.
Her soft cheek squishing into my chest, her massive breasts pressing against my abs— it felt like my entire body was wrapped in freshly steamed, warm rice cakes.
Even after holding her this long, it wasn't stifling or unpleasant— my body just melted into a pleasant lassitude, like soaking in a warm bath.
The urge to come rushed up on me with remarkably little time passed. Out of habit, I didn't fight it, just spilled my essence deep inside her.
"I— I won't stop even if you tell me to...!"
Did she realize, as she put on that tough front with her words?
"You said... the night... is long."
That the moment I released my essence inside Kim Ha-eun, her arms and legs had clamped around me like a koala clinging to a tree?
That her small hands had curled inward and scratched down my back, while at the same time her inner walls had clamped around my cock with the frantic grip of someone wringing out wet laundry?
Kim Ha-eun had teetered right at the razor's edge of climax and stopped,
so even as I spent myself, I drove my still-unwilting length in deep with a sharp thrust.
The woman in my arms shuddered and quaked under a pleasure that hit in off-beat, crashing waves.
"More... I need more magic...!"
I pulled the lewd body in my arms tight against me, grinding our bodies together,
and once she'd collected herself a little, she lifted her round hips again—
clenching her teeth, forcing the strength out of herself the same brutal way she drove herself on the treadmill.
A wet, obscene stretching sound, schlup,
and then her slick flesh dropped lewdly back onto my thighs with a thick slap.
The fluid, instinctive rolling of her hips was gone, buried under the weight of her pleasure.
Watching her struggle just to shake her rear filled my chest with deep satisfaction.
"Well then. The night is very long."
I gave her ear a light nip as she kept rubbing her cheek against my chest.
Her inner muscles reacted with a violent jolt, like a cat touched by water.
Savoring the body of a Dream Demon woman who could make me come twice without a single thrust of my own hips,
I leaned in close and whispered the truth against her ear with a hot breath.
"It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet."
"Hiii—?!"
The night was long enough that a sensitively flushed Dream Demon's body could glut itself fully on pleasure and magic power.