Chapter 274: #StormSex - Astarotte (2)[R-18]
Chapter 274: #StormSex - Astarotte (2)[R-18]
As the Count of Fermaton, I felt a responsibility to provide the residents of Fermaton with better sex.
High-quality sex.
I have a duty to do my best to ensure that while their sexual desires are quenched through a single session, those desires are also transformed into a tangible product called Mana Milk through the succubi.
In that sense, I frequently visited the succubus brothel managed by Astarotte.
There, I would receive the full-course service directly from Astarotte to inspect the internal conditions of the establishment.
A brothel where succubus prostitutes offered their own bodies.
"This won't do."
"Mmm, what do you mean by that?"
"At this rate, it’s just mindless fucking."
Looking at the situation inside the brothel, most of the succubi were having sex just like Astarotte, who was currently on all fours in the reverse cowgirl position, getting pounded like a dog.
"Asti. Do you actually like having sex like this?"
"Since it's you who's ravishing me like this, Count... of course I love it...! Ahh...!"
Splurt.
I ejaculated directly into Astarotte's pussy as she crouched on all fours like a dog.
Unlike our usual sessions involving cervical sex, now that she had become the Succubus Queen, her pussy fit my cock perfectly. I began to fill her with semen, starting from the very front of her cervix.
"Haah, haah, haah...."
A succubus can reach climax just from a creampie.
The womb tattoo on her lower abdomen glowed, and her body displayed a simultaneous sense of pleasure and conquest that a man feels upon ejaculation.
The pleasure of dumping it all inside.
And the sense of conquest from seeing a woman faint because of my cock.
Because they provide these two sensations, succubi remain beloved by many, even if they are insulted as non-virgin sluts.
"As expected, I can think more rationally after blowing my load. Sex with a succubus... how should I put it? It needs to be more passionate."
"Do you mean sex that's even more animalistic than this? Anal? Or should I teach the succubi how to do cervical sex?"
"No. Not necessarily that kind of sex."
I pondered how the succubi could create a better experience for those visiting the brothel, and then I recalled a scene from a meme I had seen before.
"Alright, Asti. First, I'll stand up straight like this."
I stood up straight where I was.
My cock, which had just dumped its load inside Astarotte, was glistening with semen foam and pussy juice. A long, transparent thread stretched between her pussy and my glans before snapping and falling onto the bed.
"Come behind me and take it. Crawl. Keep your hips up."
"Are you going to do it while standing?"
"Yeah."
As soon as my command fell, Astarotte crawled sideways from the bed and took my cock back into her pussy.
"Aaanng... Count's cock, haah, taking in the semen-covered cock again, hngh, my pussy is burning up..."
"Good. This part passes for now. Asti, pretend there's a desk or something in front of you and lean over."
"L-like this?"
Astarotte used magic to create a space beneath her.
"It feels like having sex on a dining table... Hah?!"
"Tell your succubus subordinates to bring a large plate. And some simple snacks and a cup of beer."
Astarotte immediately understood my intention.
"Hnggg...!"
I stood still in place, and Astarotte moved her hips back and forth, serving my cock.
"I-I brought it."
"Good. Let's see... Yeah. This is it."
I placed the plate on Astarotte's wings.
The food wobbled back and forth, but Astarotte moved her hips as if rubbing against my cock while keeping the shaking to a minimum.
"I-I just have to make sure I don't drop the plate, right?"
"Yeah. You be the table."
Sex makes you hungry.
It's fine for men to eat and then have sex, but women sometimes get sick if they have sex right after a heavy meal.
"Sex while dining. Why didn't I think of this before?"
Of course, this food wasn't for the succubus to eat.
"I make Laura suck my cock while I eat, so other people should enjoy this kind of luxury too. Don't you think?"
"U-ugh... If we do it like this, I won't be able to have rough sex..."
"Why? Are you disappointed?"
"A-a little."
Astarotte turned her head back and gave me a seductive smile.
"I wanted you to gouge my pussy hole all the way to the inside with your cock, but since that's not happening, I'm a bit... Hyat?!"
"Then you can just hold the plate with one hand."
Thud, thud.
I held the plate of snacks in one hand, grabbed Astarotte's waist with the other, and began to thrust my cock wildly.
"Hi-hic, C-count...! A little harder...! My cervix, haah, please keep gouging my deepest part...!"
"Do you like it that much?"
"Yes...! I love it so much...! I wouldn't mind being the Count's table forever like this...!"
Astarotte whispered words that tickled my ears while she continued to swing her hips on her own.
My glans scraped the vaginal walls from side to side, and the semen I had ejaculated earlier was scraped out from between the vaginal walls and my cock, dangling down. Astarotte reached her hands forward and let out groans every time she was thrust into.
"A-ah, haaaah...!"
"Something's missing like this. Ah, that would be good too."
I flipped Astarotte's body over.
"Aaanng...! My p-pussy is being twisted...! If you turn me while you're still inside, hyaaaang...!"
"Aren't you used to this by now? Besides, my cock is getting chafed by your pussy too."
"But for you, Count, hic, it's just slippery because of my love juice...."
"That's true."
I placed Astarotte on the magic-made table in something close to the missionary position.
My cock slid perfectly into her pussy, and even when I thrust forward wildly, it was at just the right angle so that my testicles hit her buttocks instead of the table.
When having sex on a desk, if the height isn't adjusted correctly, a disaster can occur where the testicles, swinging like a pendulum, smash into the edge of the desk.
Being as careful as possible about that, I slid my cock slightly out of Astarotte and then pushed it back in.
Squish, squish.
"Hngh, it feels like my pussy is being realigned by the Count's cock... hnggh...."
"I just put back what was slightly twisted. No complaints, right?"
"Y-yes.... Hnggh, really, heehee, I don't think I can live without the Count's cock, ohhng...."
On Astarotte's lower abdomen, the womb tattoo glowed pink once again.
She began to caress her own breasts with her hands, and cloudy breast milk began to flow from her nipples.
"Cooount...?"
I knew what that signal meant.
I knew why she was calling me so coquettishly.
A request to suck her breasts.
But instead of sucking them, I placed the plate on her abdomen while my cock was still buried inside her.
"C-count...?"
"This is so fucking decadent."
I devoured the snacks regardless of whether crumbs fell or sauce dripped onto Astarotte's body.
"It would look pretty trashy if I rubbed my sauce-stained hands on your thighs, wouldn't it?"
"I-if that's what you want...."
"Just kidding. Hehe."
I wiped the sauce off Astarotte's body with a nearby tissue.
At the same time, I made sure to wipe the inside of her thighs thoroughly.
"W-why my thighs...?"
"I'm going to teach the men who have sex with succubi a fun little prank."
I pulled a feather pen out of the inner pocket of the coat I had set aside.
I didn't need ink.
Black would have been nice, but a liquid to substitute for ink was currently gushing out of Astarotte's breasts.
"Let me borrow some breast milk for a second."
"U-huut...?! Ahh, if you brush it like that...!"
"I'm not caressing you. The real thing... is over here."
After dipping the tip of the feather pen in Astarotte's breast milk, I immediately vented my semen inside her.
"Aaanng...!"
Astarotte's waist arched slightly.
Breast milk erupted from her chest like a fountain, falling down and soaking the table along her breasts.
"Haah, haah. If you ejaculate without warning, hngh, really...!"
"That magic that makes you climax along with the man's climax... it really is amazing."
"T-that wasn't sex magic just now...."
Astarotte covered her mouth with both hands and smiled at me with eyes curved like crescent moons.
"It's just... I love the Count's cock so much... heehee...."
"You're starting to sound like Laura."
"Hmph. Commander Laura is one thing, but I love the Count's cock too, you know...?"
Squeeze.
Astarotte tightened her pussy hard, urging me on.
Even though she had just reached climax and fainted, she was already begging me to dump more semen inside her.
"But what are you going to do with that feather pen?"
"Something like this."
I aimed the tip of the feather pen at the thigh I had wiped with the tissue.
"Ruji's Dick House."
"......!"
I wrote the words I had just spoken aloud directly onto her thigh.
"Desire for Creampie. Please put it in here. I'll draw an arrow too...."
"M-my pussy and thighs aren't parchment, haaaang...!"
"Asti. Cast a spell on my feather pen. So that color shows up on this white skin. Ideally, yeah, the color of that person's hair or eyes."
"T-then in gold...?"
"For now, in black."
Naturally, scribbling near the pussy was meant to be done in black.
As soon as I moved, I drew five strokes on Astarotte's thigh, where letters were being engraved as if stained with black ink.
"T-this is...?"
"A Creampie Mark. There's no way a man would only blow his load once while having sex with a succubus. Tell the men to try and set a record. Hehe."
Splurt.
I vented the ejaculation I hadn't bothered to hold back inside her, and Astarotte covered her mouth with her hands, her entire body trembling.
"Haah, haah, haah...."
"With this, that's six times."
Swish.
I drew the sixth stroke.
"Asti. I wonder how many times you can endure?"
"Haah, haah...."
She looked at the strokes drawn on her thigh with unfocused eyes.
"...I'll probably end up with tattoos all the way down to my ankles... ♡"
Instead, she provoked me, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"There's one basic rule of the succubus brothel, did you know? Until the man faints and collapses while thrusting his cock, the succubus will deal with the cock..."
"Against me?"
"...Uh, um, Count? You have a schedule later, don't y-youuu...!"
"Sex is my schedule."
Splurt.
I ejaculated inside Astarotte again and drew another stroke.
"Let's paint the number of times I've come on one side, and the number of times you've climaxed on the other. Let's see who goes more."
"U-ugh...! I'm supposed to meet my sister in the evening, ahaang...!"
Afterward.
On one of Astarotte's thighs, black ink was smeared thickly over the words 'Ruji's Dick House.'