You Can Enter Freely, But Leaving's Not So Simple (3)
I moved my waist gently. To savor every tiny wrinkle of the queen's pussy after so long, I closed my eyes.
The queen's pussy was a treasure only the world's most powerful could claim. For a guy with no high status or authority to enjoy this one-of-a-kind luxury was an incredible honor. No need to rush— I'd take my time and relish the moment. I'd cum once, then again, and again. Of course, her pussy wasn't the only prize. I kneaded her breasts vigorously with my hands, even deploying God Touch.
"Hngh... Ungh... You're good at foreplay too..."
Squelch, squelch. Thrusting from behind, I groped her body all over. She didn't resist my touch. She even forgave me when I teased her sensitive spots. I grabbed handfuls of her full-moon ass and shook it, stroked her sides down to her smooth lower belly and dipped a finger into her navel, caressed the shallow valley of her slightly curved back, brushed her underarms and shoulders, twisted her nipples, even pinched them lightly. Even though I hadn't been pounding long, her pussy was already a muddy mess like a monsoon swamp, white foam bubbling at our junction with every thrust, love juices dripping onto the floor.
"Haaang! Hn! Ahh! Haa...! Heuk! Heuk!"
The queen's moans grew rougher, turning into desperate gasps like she was on the verge of passing out. Her eyes even rolled back white. The effect of God Touch. Pounding while using it must feel like dying of pleasure.
'Time to release God Touch.'
I wanted to talk during sex. The effect was too strong; if she lost it already, we'd miss out. I canceled the spell, and she regained some composure. Her moans quieted.
"Thank you for the house gift."
"Did you check it out? Heuk, heuk..."
"Yes. It was amazing. I was shocked."
"If you stay by my side, I can give you even better. The house is the least impressive thing I own. Hngh...!"
It felt like a scoring opportunity. I whispered sweetly, like reciting poetry.
"I won't leave Your Majesty. I'll stay by your side and protect you."
"Haaang."
Her pussy clenched, squirting juices. The swollen, soft walls wrapped my cock even tighter.
"Th-that last thing you said. It was nice. Say it again."
"I'll protect Your Majesty."
"Hng...! Ungh! Again!"
"I'll protect you, Your Majesty."
"Haaah...!"
The queen bowed her head like she couldn't take it, her lower body trembling. Her pussy pulsed with contractions and expansions, juices trickling out.
"Haa, good... so good... haa, haa."
She slumped her upper body onto the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips. She'd climaxed.
'God Touch's doing?'
Normally, I'd have cum first. Her pussy gripped so fiercely it was a premium one—hard to last over two minutes on the first go. But thanks to God Touch, she came before me.
'Perfect.'
I gripped her waist and ramped up the speed. I slammed into her still-quivering ass, riding the aftershocks.
"Heuk, heuk!"
"Ahng! Ahng! Ahngh!"
Pleasure shot up my spine to my scalp.
"I-I'm cumming!"
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Don't mix it with mine!"
The queen hurriedly held out a beaker. I nodded and pulled out. She swiftly positioned it. I aimed right at the rim and unloaded.
"Ugh... You're producing a lot."
"I'll milk it. Move your hand."
With the beaker in her left, she gripped my cock with her right and stroked hard.
"Urgh...! Feels so good...!"
She squeezed out the last drop, then grinned.
"Research material collected."
She immediately engulfed my cock in her mouth.
Slurp.
She sucked off the cum, cleaning the shaft with her tongue. A cleanup blowjob? I was genuinely touched by her finishing service, even in sage mode's faint pleasure.
"Does your semen have some kind of power?"
"Pardon? What do you mean?"
"I'm saying it radiates beneficial energy into the body. Didn't you know?"
"No idea."
I scratched my head, feigning ignorance. Admitting my semen's power outright risked being dragged to a lab and milked like a stud horse. I could picture a squad of superhuman killers made from women dosed with my cum rampaging through her enemies. No way. Hell no.
'Research it as you see fit.'
Queen Isabella placed the semen-filled beaker in a cold-emitting square container and shut the door.
"I'll study it properly later."
"Why's that?"
Drip. As she wiggled her hips walking, clear fluid trailed down her thighs.
"After sex with you, my mana flows better and my skin improves. But it only lasts a day or two before fading."
The queen stood before me, smiling.
"We can do it again, right?"
That was all I needed. We climbed onto the bed. Finally, the main event.
I buried my face between her thighs. Her clit bulged round and exposed at the top of her pussy.
'Looks delicious.'
I stretched my tongue and licked upward. She moaned low, squirming. I lapped relentlessly; she instinctively tried to close her legs and push my head away. I licked voraciously. Sucking and nibbling her clit, thrusting my tongue inside, lightly biting the soft folds, shaking my head like devouring watermelon and gulping her juices greedily. I ground my lips against her fiercely until she thrashed and panted.
"N-now put it in...!"
She begged desperately. I lay beside her, facing the same way.
From behind, I hooked an arm around her neck and lifted one toned leg high. Then I inserted.
Penis Resilience Enhancement
As my cock swelled bigger and harder inside her, she gaped like a carp.
"Huaa...!"
I clutched her breast with the arm around her neck and rocked my hips smoothly.
"Ungh... Hng. Ahng. Aah...!"
Kneading her voluptuous tits while thrusting was pure bliss. The bed was top-tier, plush and perfect. No discomfort in fulfilling my studly duties.
"Are there others serving you besides me?"
"Serving...?"
"I'm asking if anyone else touches Your Majesty's stunning body while I'm away."
"Pfft."
The queen burst out laughing.
"Worried I'll sleep with another man?"
"Guess I'm a man after all. I want you all to myself."
"Aahng... Good boy."
Her pussy clamped down.
"No other man interests me, so don't worry. My body is yours. You even took my virginity. Haa, haa... Hngh..."
Hmm? Took her virginity? She meant the blood last time?
'I thought that was a fake hymen.'
A woman over forty couldn't possibly be a virgin. What was she on about? I puzzled briefly, then dismissed it as a joke. But the queen teased further.
"Hehe, want me all to yourself? Knock me up, then. I'll marry you."
"You said last time you ate an Isle that lets you open and close your cervix at will. Is it open now?"
"Of course not. It's closed right now."
"Then you can't get pregnant?"
"That's the point. Teasing you. Hehe."
She escalated, shaking her ass provocatively mid-thrust, like go ahead, try cumming inside.
'So innocent.'
I chuckled.
Isle Silence
With Isle Silence, her Isle becomes useless, her cervix opens automatically—knocking her up would be easy. Unaware, she kept joking.
"Today's the last day of my fertile window. Perfect timing—gonna waste it?"
"Your Majesty."
"What? Begging me to open it? Hehe, no use whining. This body isn't ready for pregnancy."
Fine then. Time for some fun.
Isle Silence activated instantly.
"Hm...?"
She sensed the change, her face stiffening. I kept pounding casually.
"Hoo, gonna cum. I'll just shoot inside."
"W-wait! Don't cum! Something's wrong!"
She reached back desperately, but I ignored her, pressing closer and shouting.
"I'll impregnate Your Majesty no matter what! Here it comes!"
"St-stop! Pull out! Ungh!"
She tried crawling away, but no chance. I gripped her waist tight.
"Grah! Cumming! Please bear my child!"
"I said don't! Nooo!"
On the brink. My cock ballooned to the limit inside her. Pleasure and panic flashed across her face.
"Hngh, heuk...!"