Breeding Press (2)
This world had become one where women held the upper hand.
It truly was a dreadful state of affairs. How could a female climb atop a male?
Of course, that did not mean they were primitive—but I was a Demon King. I could not help being drawn to strong creatures, and men were generally stronger than women…
So in a single generation even the customs have flipped. Unbelievable.
That deranged Goddess had turned this world upside down, and in the span of one generation every common-sense assumption had been rewritten.
Now it was the females who handled affairs outside the home, not the males. Even sexual desire had been inverted so that males sat lower still.
By that logic, it only made sense that women would take the lead in bed as well.
"Are you just going to sit there?"
Camilla was oddly telling me to move my hips… It was absurd.
By the old way of thinking, this is like a man telling a woman to climb on top of him.
And this position was the one commonly called the "mating press"—the breeding press. Famous for driving a cock in to the absolute hilt. It was considered so humiliating that proud women rarely allowed it.
This is masculine… no, wait, do I have to call it feminine now? Either way, compared to Elisa this woman is anything but ladylike.
Unlike Elisa, who preferred riding me, Camilla seemed to dislike it when I just lay there like a wooden post.
Did she think active hip-thrusting counted as "connecting" with her? That was pure delusion. This was rape! Sharing feelings through rape made no sense at all.
…Regardless, I had no choice but to obey Camilla's command. What a joyless joke. Better to finish this quickly and bury my cock in her.
…Hold on. What if I reverse this and make Camilla submit instead?
The thought struck me while I was still peeling off my pants.
What if I broke Camilla with my massive cock? Those stories the bards loved to peddle—noble daughters so addicted to a commoner's member that they betrayed their own country…
Could I do the same to Camilla? With her magic she could land devastating blows even on someone as tough as Sloan.
Honestly, there's nothing but upside.
It was perfectly feasible. Elisa and Camilla already went crazy for my cock, didn't they?
Pregnancy… I can handle that somehow. She's a mage—once I make her my captive, I just order her to cast contraceptive magic.
I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this sooner. It was like standing right in front of a ten-point bullseye and shutting my eyes to throw at a one-point target I might or might not hit!
"Ah, almost forgot. Grease."
Gush, gush, gush… Oil materialized out of thin air and poured over my rigidly standing cock.
From now on it would force its way into Camilla—hard yet smooth.
Perfect. She's letting her guard down, isn't she? For a bitch who can't move once a cock is inside her!
She might as well be begging me to devour her! I intended to drive it in mercilessly deep.
Camilla still had her clothes on, so I would have had to strip her myself. But I didn't bother… I simply pushed aside the scrap of cloth covering her crotch and looked at her underwear.
The center was already soaked through. She was clearly worked up over this situation. This filthy slut…
"Vali, isn't that look a little too lewd?"
"Ah—I'm sorry…"
"No, no! That was a compliment. Why are you acting so scared?"
Me, scared? Don't make me laugh! I'll make you come your brains out right now.
"Vali? You can be rougher, you know. Be more aggressive. Okay? Unnie believes you've got incredible potential."
"I-Is that so. Understood. Then I'll do as I please!"
Damn it! Camilla was right. I was scared.
I had been fucked and used by this woman so many times that those miserable memories still ruled my body.
I couldn't keep living like this. To overcome it, I willingly brought my mouth and nose to the steadily dampening spot.
You think something like this will make me flinch? I'm Vallitics.
Born with the weakest body among my kind, every moment had been a crisis. Each time I had thrown everything I possessed into surviving.
Compared to those days, this was nothing. Don't look down on Vallitics, member of the great forces of evil!
"Mmph."
I had expected nothing special from licking through cloth, yet that wasn't the case at all.
This sensation… was strangely pleasant. A fragrant scent rose, so the act itself wasn't particularly grueling—but things were unfolding differently from what I had steeled myself for.
"Heh… heh heh… i-it tickles."
"Slurp…"
"Eheheheh. Don't just taste it—pull them off and look properly?"
This wasn't matching my imagination. Weren't women supposed to start gushing the moment you touched their cunts?
Elisa had… Camilla seemed to have a duller constitution. Of course, assuming elves and humans were the same was a mistake.
Anyway, I followed Camilla's order and yanked her underwear upward, stripping them off.
"Put it in now."
"Yes, ma'am."
"'Yes, ma'am'? That's a bit curt."
"…Then what am I supposed to say?"
Just eat the meal Camilla had prepared. I swallowed hard, gripped my cock, and pressed the head against that small, slick entrance.
Thanks to the slippery oil coating it, the slightest contact with that hole she had spread wide with her own hands would send me plunging straight inside.
"Euk!"
Schlick—! In one stroke the long cock forced Camilla's narrow entrance open and drove deep. Moments later it stopped. It had hit the limit.
"Hiiit! Hiiii…!"
"Euk! S-so good! This is fucking amazing… Your hips—move your hips!"
"I-I can't move them. The second I put it in, all my strength drained away!"
The cock over thirty centimeters long churned her insides wildly, yet I could barely move. Camilla realized it, scowled, and looked up at me.
"What are you doing? Don't just sit there—move already."
"I c-can't move."
"What? Fine, then. I didn't want to use this, but… Vali, it'll hurt a little. This is your fault, so endure it, okay?"
Camilla's pretty lips parted.
"Marionette. Force Vali to move."
At those words my body began to move on its own. The genius mage could even wield forbidden magic capable of controlling a Demon King.
It felt as though my muscles no longer belonged to me. Like they had been paralyzed by poison or electric current.
The hips that had refused to budge started moving again. They pulled back as far as they could go—schlick—
"Nnghhoh…!"
Thud! At last I succeeded in dragging a lewd, strange moan from Camilla's mouth.
Of course it wasn't my will. My entire body was simply under control.
"Th-that's it…! You should've done it like this from the start. Harder! Harder!"
"Euk! Euk! W-wait! My hips! My hiiips!"
"Unnie's fiiine! Ah! Ah! Aaah! Vali! Amazing! Smash unnie's womb! You can come inside, so just go harder already!"
I'm the one who's not fine! My hips hurt… Are they going to break? And because the muscles were being forced to move, every single fiber seemed to scream!
Fucking hell! My plan to half-kill Camilla with my cock had, astonishingly, half-succeeded.
Of course not by my will. Some magical force was artificially piloting my body.
Strictly speaking, Camilla was borrowing my body to rape herself.
Schlick, schlick—the sounds kept coming. An endless… torment began.
I'd rather be the one moving… it would be better.
I had already walked too far to turn back.
"Eheeh… this is completely driving me crazy. From now on, sex has to be like this…"
"That—!"
"You saying no? Who says you get to say no! Ah! Ah! You're about to finish already, aren't you!?"
Amid the unnatural sensations, the only part that still felt like mine was my cock.
Even while my body was controlled, I could clearly feel the rising urge to come. Just as Camilla said, any moment now…
"Ugh!"
Brrrrrrrt—! An enormous volume of semen flooded deep inside her. There was so much of it that I had to keep pumping it in for a long time—throb, throb—
"Haaah, haaaah… stuffing this much inside meee… you must be dying to knock unnie up…"
Brrt, brrrt… Watching the semen overflow from her cunt, I slowly drew a breath.