Five Loads and a Severed Finger
Sophia, I'm going in. ***
"Ugh! Here comes the final load!"
"Yeah! Since it's your first time cumming inside me, give me a big one!"
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! Gurrrrgle!
I thrust my cock deep inside and trembled for a full ten seconds. Even after filling her pussy to the brim, so much semen overflowed from the tight seal between our genitals that I wondered if it was too much. On the bedside table sat the open pouch of contraceptive pills Hazel had given me.
"Hah, hah... It's finally over."
"Five times today... I feel like I'm gonna die..."
As I pulled my cock out, the pooled cum in her pussy gushed out again. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting heavily. My balls ached fiercely now that the deed was done. I'd truly burned myself out for Lydia's sake.
Exhausted from sex, Lydia lay sprawled next to me, her entire body coated in semen like she'd just crawled out of sticky slime. From her hair to her toes, she was drenched in my cum, heaving ragged breaths. The room reeked of the fishy scent of semen, and the sheets beneath her were soaked. Cleaning up later would be a pain.
"Let's rest like this for five minutes, then wash up. I already drew some water over there."
"Yeah... hah, hah... I wanna sleep here."
"Tired, huh?"
"Can you even walk, Assistant Professor? My legs won't stop shaking—no strength left."
"My arms and back are killing me. I'm dead."
"Heh heh, five times—is that a lot?"
"I pushed way too hard."
"Five's tough even for a woman."
"Tell me about it. You're wiped too, right? Exhausted. Totally spent..."
I trailed off, staring blankly at the ceiling. Too drained to even speak properly. Whew. What else boosts stamina? I'd kill for something right now.
"Now that you're better, you're coming to my lectures starting next Monday, no excuses."
"You've asked like five times already. Heh heh. I'll be there, don't worry."
"Good."
"Happy?"
"Happy enough to dance."
A while later, on the way home from the inn, I bought Lydia—who currently looked like a nun with her bald head—a wig matching her hair color: a platinum blonde bob that appeared almost white at a glance. I fitted it on her myself in front of the shop's full-length mirror.
"Wear this until your hair grows back."
"Pretty?"
"Yeah. Really pretty."
Lydia adjusted the wig and peered into the mirror.
"This is me..."
She stared at her reflection for a long time, touching her hands in the mirror, her face, pinching her legs.
"Ahh."
Tears began streaming endlessly from her eyes—tears of joy and gratitude. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. It's all thanks to you, Assistant Professor."
It had been a good night. Her burn scars were gone without a hitch—such a relief. I escorted her near her home, then trudged back to mine.
"Lady Olivia's still in the provinces?"
"Yes. Probably another two weeks."
"Taking a while."
Saturday morning. I geared up and headed to the Thunderfield Guild. My body felt off from last night's sex marathon(?) with Lydia, but I couldn't skip my one weekly indulgence. I'd ignored Melissa's morning pleas to stay in bed—like heading out for early soccer—and dutifully visited the guild.
"Take care."
"Safe travels today."
After parting with the receptionist, I sought out Kinzen, the guild's magic engineer. The white-haired old man was knowledgeable in more than just magic engineering; he was called the guild's sage for knowing nearly everything.
"Look at this fool, showing up empty-handed!"
"Slipped my mind. Next time, promise."
"Young punk forgetting stuff. Tsk. I'll let it slide since you've been sick."
I'd left the prince's charm orb from last week with Kinzen. He'd analyzed it and processed it into a liquid drink.
"Decoded the runes in the orb—it grants affinity with mermaids. Drink this, and it'll be yours."
Long ago, the mermaid princess loved the prince so deeply she nearly killed herself over him. Was it due to his special charm? Seemed like a useful ability. I gulped it down without hesitation.
Gulp, gulp.
Now it was mine.
"Kah~ It's bitter."
No immediate effect. I'd find out when I met a mermaid—if that ever happened.
"Next time, bring a crate of Neville family wine!"
"They got that much in stock?"
"No? Then your requests go last."
I chuckled and shook my head. After bidding Kinzen farewell, I left the lab.
"H-Hello, Hero..."
"Oh, you're here."
In the first-floor lobby, I ran into Sophia from last week. She spotted me first and approached.
"Waiting long?"
"No... just ten minutes."
Sophia awkwardly brushed her hair behind her ear. She still radiated that melancholy aura—worn down by raising two kids and paying debts. Hope shrouded in dark clouds, thirsting for money, exhausted by hunger. Today, she looked even more haggard than last week. Hmm? What's with the bandage on her left hand? Her ring and pinky fingers were wrapped together. Cut herself cooking?
"All set? Let's go."
"Yeah, let's."
We left the guild together. Today's goal: complete Queen Isabella's request. Sail far out to sea and retrieve her mother's memento.
"Extended your warp range?"
"Yes, more than last time."
"Impressive. Tough to improve. What's your max now?"
"Tried 235 kilometers. Enough for this job?"
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"235 kilometers?"
"What's wrong?"
She looked puzzled at my darkened expression.
"Didn't you say over 200 kilometers would do?"
"I did?"
"Yeah, pretty sure..."
"Ah..."
I sighed and rubbed my face.
"Must've been a misunderstanding. I need 299 kilometers—exactly from here to distant Trappala Port."
"Pardon...?"
Sophia's face went blank, then crumpled as she burst into tears.
"Sob... Hic...!"
"What do we do? Sorry..."
"Can't take me?"
"Got something urgent today—have to go with someone else. But since you came out, I'll pay a decent fee."
"Fee? You won't give much anyway. And my hand? Sob sob."
"Your hand?"
She hurriedly unwrapped the bandage and shoved her left hand at me.
Oh god. Her pinky was gone—severed clean.
"I sacrificed it to Rune-ga to extend my warp range."
"You're insane."
A sigh escaped me. Some mages offered tributes to evil gods for profane power, and Sophia had apparently chopped off her pinky for it.
"Why would you do that?!"
"To make money! Thought I'd team up with you regularly!"
"Even so, who cuts off their finger?! Is life that desperate?!"
"It is! Harassed by debt collectors daily, worrying about food every day—that's my life! Ugh sob!"
Sophia collapsed to the ground, shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Watching her, my mind raced.
Why the hell cut off a finger... But I need the queen's mother's memento today... Can I find a 299km warper...? Time's running out... This'll waste my Saturday. Should've been clearer. Come to think of it... she helped a lot catching the prince... Maybe...?
After agonizing, I spoke.
"Sophia. You said you're desperate? Willing to do anything?"
She looked up, wet eyes gazing at me.
"You'll take me...?"
"One condition."
"What?"
"Might sound crazy, but..."
A bit later, we entered an inn near the guild. In the assigned room, I silently dropped my pants. Sophia, perched on the bed, averted her eyes in embarrassment.
"I won't touch your body at all, so relax. But first, get my cock hard. Can't do it alone. Just this one polite request."
"Okay..."
I stripped off my underwear too, dangling my cock in front of her.
"Please."
Sophia glanced at it, squeezed her eyes shut, and turned away—extending only her hand. She fumbled, grasping it. Her hand was cold, skin a bit rough.
Shlick, shlick. Without looking, she started stroking.
"L-Like this?"
"Yes, you're doing great."
As a married woman, she was skilled—not just stroking, but kneading and fondling my balls. With my healthy body, it stiffened right up.
"It's hard. Let's do it."
"Okay..."
Our earlier talk had been direct: my semen amplifies mana, so let's fuck once. Might extend her warp range further. She was stunned, incredulous, but I offered money—if nothing happened, double last week's pay. After agonizing, she nodded. Better than going home empty-handed, and the fee was huge for one fuck. As a widow, less hesitation too—no husband to question her.
I needed the memento before the week started; she desperately needed cash. Our goals aligned, leading here.
"Better take off your shoes...?"
"Yeah, more comfy."
Tense Sophia kicked off only her shoes, climbed demurely onto the bed in her clothes, lay flat, and pulled the blanket to her neck. Rustle, rustle. Her hands busied under the covers, pulling panties from under her long skirt. My promises: no touching her body, nothing off but panties, mechanical creampie and done.
Soon, her hand emerged with balled-up panties, stuffing them under the pillow like she feared I'd see. She eyed me tensely.
"A-All done."
"Ready?"
"Yes..."
"Going in. Lift your legs."
Her legs spread M-shaped under the blanket. I knelt at the bed's foot, cock erect.
Lifting the blanket just enough to see her legs, I crawled forward on my knees into her thighs. Pressing my lower body close, my glans bumped somewhere on her. She flinched. Not her pussy—hard to find the hole hidden by the blanket without touching.
"Sorry, can you guide it in?"
"Yes..."
She fumbled under the blanket, grabbed my cock, and positioned the tip at her entrance.
"Here..."
"Thanks." I slowly pushed in. Her pussy resisted the intruder, walls dry and tight, clinging to my shaft. Forcing through the rough narrow gap, I finally bottomed out deep.
"Hngh...!"
Sophia muffled herself with the pillow. To show I wasn't after a married woman's body, I spoke calmly and gentlemanly.
"Then, properly and slowly."
Hah, sex yesterday, sex today. Need a real stamina potion.