This Body Can't Hold Back
"Hah... hah... ah, again...!"
Seira gasped for breath. Her body—this woman's body she'd been changed into—was still hungry, still wanting.
"Seira... being inside you feels so good... I'm holding back, trying to go just a little... just a little more..."
Alper's voice ran higher than usual, breaking between the words; he was drowning in pleasure himself. But his movements, contrary to what he claimed, were anything but "a little."
He thrust into her, grinding deep—driving in, then slowly, firmly pressing against her depths, drawing out the peak of her pleasure with every stroke. Seira's body, having already climaxed more times than she could count, answered every tremor, leaving a growing trail of wetness across the sheets with each ragged breath.
"...Hah, ah... Young Mas...ter, hah...!"
She was on her hands and knees, hips raised, still pressed flush against his waist beneath her ass. The insides of her thighs were soaked, her breath coming in scalding gasps. Each time his cock drove into her from behind—once, then again, heavy and deep—her insides clenched around him in a clinging, velvety squeeze, a tingling wave of pleasure spreading through her.
"This... seriously, why is it like this...!"
She had to stop. She couldn't let herself get pushed any further. But in this moment, the fact that she kept coming and coming was so humiliating it felt like she was losing to the Young Master—and so, instead, she clenched down around him, holding him inside so he couldn't pull out.
"Seira... I, I'm about to...!"
Her greedy clinging only pushed him closer to the edge. Hearing the Young Master's voice, right on the brink of bursting, Seira managed a trembling whisper.
"...It feels so good, hurry up and come inside me...!"
Alper kept driving his hips forward to the very end, finally feeling his own climax arrive.
"Seira...!"
But contrary to her demand, he shoved against the hands gripping him and pulled out of her in a rush.
"Hah?!"
The emptiness that hit the instant he withdrew—and then, immediately after—
"Ngh...!"
His cock grazed across her ass as it erupted. A hot, powerful stream. Semen splattered in a messy streak across the small of Seira's back.
Seira was still on all fours, hands braced against the wall. The moment she realized Alper wasn't going to push back in, she was simply speechless. That weight, that depth, that pounding rhythm. The building rush toward climax. Everything had been perfectly ripe in that instant, and then—
"...You pulled out?"
It was empty, all right. The heavy presence that had been filling her had slipped right out, and a hollow, deflated feeling swept through the insides of her thighs.
"Hah?"
Seira whipped her head around, her voice bordering on outrage. And then the scene that filled her vision: Alper, having stepped back, was bent slightly at the waist, shaking his cock with his hand to finish himself off. Sticky, hot semen dripped from the tip of his glans, the last drop falling like milk. And then Alper even paused the fingers he'd been using to tidy himself up, and said with a good-natured smile:
"...I'm sorry, Seira. It felt so good... fortunately, I managed to pull out in time."
"......What?"
"Since you don't wish to marry... I wanted to at least observe the minimum of propriety..."
"...Ha, hah?"
Those words left Seira genuinely speechless. She'd been trembling with his hips buried inside her until just now—she never imagined he'd pull out at the exact moment of climax. And now he was talking about propriety with the same hand that had just wrung the last drop from that cock still sticking out?
"Young Master, are you..."
Her eyebrows trembled.
"...Are you looking down on me right now?"
"Ah, no! That's not what I—"
"I... asked you to come inside me, you know?"
Seira hurriedly tried to squeeze her thighs together, but with him still on top of her, there was only so much she could do.
"That's... because I feared you might regret it..."
"If there's any regretting to do, I'll be the one doing it! Young Master... if you put it in, you have to finish the damn job!!"
Alper's eyes went round; he had no idea what to do. His ears were red all the way to the tips, that innocent face of his completely at odds with the semen still clinging to his cock below.
"...I'm sorry... I... it's not that I fear taking responsibility..."
Seira was looking at him like a thief who'd stolen her final climax right out from under her.
Alper quietly averted his eyes from hers and fetched a handkerchief from among his clothes. But the moment his weight lifted off her, Seira sat up from her prone position, rendering the handkerchief pointless.
"Come here. Now."
At the invitation of her fully bared upper body, Alper froze with the handkerchief still in his hand. Seira, on the other hand, was on fire. The man who'd been pounding into her just moments ago was now politely trying to wipe the mess off her back.
Alper hesitated, then hurried his steps to stand before her. Seira's gaze dropped. That thing of his, half-softened after coming. Seeing it, her eyebrows shot up.
"...You were seriously going to leave it at that?"
"You looked exhausted..."
Still sitting on the bed, Seira faced him and cupped her enormous breasts, lifting them. The flesh squeezed between her two hands swelled lushly, thrusting forward until it nearly brushed against Alper's cock.
"And leaving me in this state is fine, is it?"
The tips of her breasts grazed the base of his cock. As if by accident. Then, a little closer, the soft flesh was stimulated, the upper cleft parting, her nipples poking out. Seira leaned forward just slightly, gathering her breasts together, and sandwiched his cock—conveniently at just the right height—into the valley between them.
"......And you're still going on about propriety with this right in front of you?"
Seira moved, rubbing his cock up and down along her cleavage.
"Nngh....!"
Alper hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth, but the surge of lust was on full display.
Slick—his cock slid between her thick breasts, the tip rising high enough to graze beneath her chin. Seira tilted her head up slightly and looked at him. His cock, gradually swelling back to size, poked out a little from between her cleavage. The glans peeked out, its red, hard coloring coming into view, and in that instant—
"Heh."
Seira smiled and let her tongue slip out just a little. A bead of saliva gathered at the tip—and she flicked it. It rolled, slow and glistening, down onto the flushed head of his cock.
"...Ngh...!"
Alper's body shuddered. His eyes followed that clear droplet as it ran down over his glans, and his ever-dutiful member was already swelling back to a full erection.
"Young Master... I can see it twitching inside my breasts right now."
Seira squeezed both breasts together, burying the lower half of his cock deep, then slowly pushed upward just enough for the glans to emerge again. She hadn't even used her mouth yet, and Alper's breathing was already growing ragged. Seira kept her breasts in place and slowly brought her head even closer to his cock.
And then, without a word—a peck. With it still tightly sandwiched between her breasts, she left a kiss, her lips barely brushing the glans.
"Hahh..."
At that single touch of warmth, Alper's thighs twitched and clenched.
"Young Master. This... I got it hard again. You know that, right?"
She soon pressed in as if pushing him deeper between her breasts, dipped her head slightly, and began bobbing rapidly up and down. She wrapped his cock with both her breasts and her lips, sucking him earnestly.
"Mmph... nn..."
To Alper, her breasts and lips took turns licking and wrapping around his core in a rhythm that was far too perfect. Every time the glans emerged, she licked it, covered it, kissed it, then pecked it again. Alper's hips moved on reflex, and he looked down at Seira's face, unable even to breathe.
"Seira... that, it looks so... obscene..."
"Mm, look. Yours, and mine. And... this time too, well. Think you can hold out?"
Alper's cock was twitching and jumping inside her cleavage. He couldn't form a proper sentence, covering his mouth with one hand and looking away. But his gaze, as if by instinct, returned to the space between her breasts, and he was completely transfixed by the sight of his own cock rising, buried between that pale, flushed flesh.
When Seira gave the glans a little nudge with the tip of her tongue, Alper gasped, and in a slightly trembling voice, his patience finally broke.
"Seira... I'm sorry, please grant me permission now... I, ngh, I can't hold back any longer..."
The mix of wet saliva and damp flesh had his cock glistening, and every time it slid through her cleavage, the sticky sounds and a scene every bit as filthy as actual sex drove him wild. There was a plea in his eyes. It was lust, yes—but beneath it, on a deeper level, something closer to pure devotion: a look that said he would give her every last piece of himself.
"Hahh... hah..."
As she caught her breath, the swollen glans between her breasts gave another little nod. Without hesitation, Seira sucked the bead of pre-cum from the tip. Then she pulled her lips away and whispered carefully.
"...If you're ready, this time—no pulling out, okay?"
She slowly turned her body. Flipping her lower half that had been facing the bed, she spread her legs naturally toward him, inviting him in. Between them, her pussy was revealed—red and glistening, still wet and dripping even after being wrung out so many times already.
When she gently spread it with her fingers, the entrance opened obscenely, fully exposed between her raised hips and thighs. That wet place waited, holding its breath, for Alper alone.
Alper climbed onto the bed, breathing hard. The bed creaked faintly under his weight as his hands slid up Seira's thighs.
"Are you... truly granting me permission..."
The man's grave expression was so serious it was almost comical. As if confirming one last, final time.
"Tsk."
Instead of answering, Seira clicked her tongue at him. Her body, dripping with coquetry, was already waiting for him—begging him to put it in already.