Hero Spade Sacrifices for the Hostage (Spade's Brainwashed First Sex) (4)
Spade's panties were peeled off, exposing her pussy. Sensing that hollow emptiness, she wriggled her hips and turned her head away.
"Spade, then I'll take a good, close look at your precious little spot here?"
"...Do whatever. I'm a hero... it doesn't faze me at all...."
"Right. What a splendid hero."
No. 13 chuckled to himself—too damn easy—as he brought his face right up to Spade's pussy for a thorough inspection. A pristine pussy, untouched and unused. The vivid pink slit gleamed, every delicate petal crystal clear in his gaze. A trickle of slick nectar oozed from below the crease. The damp folds shimmered wetly.
He parted her outer labia to either side, savoring the inner lips, her tight hole, even her urethra and clit without missing a thing. There it was—her hymen, undeniable proof of virginity. Leaning in to sniff, a scent hit him: not off-putting at all, but pure, lewd female aroma. Pheromones. Pheromones...!
"Spade, you're definitely a virgin, huh."
"O-of course...!"
"Yeah, yeah. Impressive. A virgin throwing her body on the line for her comrades. As expected from the great hero Spade."
"That's right. I am a great hero...!"
Blind to No. 13's mocking snicker, Spade puffed up with pride in her reply.
No. 13 pinched her labia together with his fingers, relishing the soft, chewy heft of her flesh. So springy and succulent—he could fondle it forever. Careful not to tear her hymen, he slipped a finger inside. He couldn't go deep, but her hypersensitive twitch told him this was the first time anything had invaded her like this.
Scooping up her juices, he licked his finger clean. ...A subtle, intoxicating flavor that hit just right.
Every time No. 13 poked and prodded her pussy, Spade bit back stifled grunts—"Ngh, ngh..."—as chills raced through her at the stranger's touch.
No. 13 dragged his tongue along her slit. Spade had been holding it together, but she cracked with a tiny "Kyaa."
"Must be 'cause you're such a great hero, Spade—your pussy tastes amazing."
"Ah... Ah..."
Spade floundered in panic. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. And she'd never dreamed he'd lick her there. It threw her completely off balance.
"I'm a hero, a hero... it's fine," she chanted inwardly to steady her nerves.
No. 13 ignored her turmoil, devouring her pussy with gusto. He engulfed it whole, sucking hard, then lapped upward—suck, lick, suck, lick. He peeled back her hood to expose her clit, rolling the sensitive nub under his tongue. Spade's reactions exploded.
"Spade, your pussy's delicious. Clit's a treat too. Hero perk, I guess. So that's what a great hero's pussy and clit taste like."
"Ahng, eut, hiyat♡"
For a split second, she wondered what does being a great hero have to do with pussy flavor? But the doubt evaporated. Yeah, right—'cause I'm a great hero, my pussy tastes great. She even found herself wishing he'd lick harder, taste her more thoroughly... just a little.
"Ah, no... no way I'd want that... aang, aang♡ Ah...♡"
A heavy ache pressed into her lower belly. Every lick on her pussy, every clit-rub, sent the throb radiating through her entire lower half. Womanly bliss bubbled up, impossible to deny.
No. 13 slathered her saliva-drenched clit with rough, shameless strokes. No more gentle touches—this was intense. Spade's mind blanked white.
"Ngoo, ngooo♡♡...!!"
Her hips bucked sky-high, toes digging in for leverage. Her body convulsed wildly. Electric numbness pierced from her core to her scalp, shattering her senses.
Orgasm. The peak they called climax. Spade hit it head-on, lightning exploding behind her eyes.
Wh-what iiiis thiiiis~~~!!?
She reeled in shock. Virgin or not, she'd masturbated before—climaxes weren't new. But this? Unprecedented. No past peak compared. Pores flaring open. Her belly scorched like fire. Those tame solo orgasms? Laughable.
Was it the man? Were her old climaxes fake? Confusion swirled.
"Spade, you came hard, huh? Made me happy too."
"N-no... no... no way it felt good...."
"Gotta be honest. Heroes are honest, right? And you're a great one—no shame in cumming your brains out. It's proof you're great."
Baseless nonsense, but Spade bought it hook, line, and sinker. Great heroes cum hard. To stay great, she had to cum harder....
No. 13 kept caressing her body, sampling every inch. Now he loomed over her, stroking her pussy while nursing on her nipples with wet smacks.
Spade clutched his head like a nursing infant, flailing amid the alien ecstasy.
"Ah, aaa...! No. 13, I, I'm gonna... cum...! Gonna cum...!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. You're a great hero—cum away. Cum hard, Spade."
"Ah, hiiik... cumming... cumming...! Cu...ming...!"
Spade crushed his head in her arms, curling up tight. Her fourth climax already. From mere caresses. She'd even cum from their kiss. My god. Pleasure coiled around her like a serpent—she couldn't believe it. Haa... haa... heek...
Eyes misty, she panted to calm the aftershocks. Her sweat-slick skin gleamed like ripe fruit.
No. 13 gave her a moment, then propped her up.
"Alright, Spade. Let's pick up where we left off."
"Haa... ah... th-that...?"
"Yeah. This. Suck it with your mouth again. Great heroes gotta master dick-sucking too."
"Great... hero... yeah... got it...."
Dazed, Spade echoed him. She crawled between his legs like a slut, ass hiked high, and engulfed his cock. Clumsy but eager, her hands massaged his balls, fingers tracing the shaft as she serviced him. Each bob made her hips twitch invitingly, and No. 13 kneaded the plump, jiggly globes—perfectly bouncy handfuls, a thrilling contrast to her tits.
Finally, a sharp tingle signaled No. 13's release. Spade's mouth worked diligently, slurping greedily at his cock. Like with Apple, he gripped her head to hold her steady. On his knees, he pistoned his hips, ravaging her mouth.
"Wuub...! Um...!"
"Stay put, Spade. Feels perfect right now...! Yeah...!"
Her mouth was scorching hot. Cheeks plush, tongue silky, lips slick and gripping. No. 13 savored it all before unleashing straight down her throat—half-buried, blasting across her tongue and into her gullet with thick spurt, spurts.
Spade's eyes bulged at the bitter, musky flood filling her mouth.
Gulk... gulk... gulk...
No. 13's orgasm dragged on. He sighed in bliss, pinning her head firm. Each pulse made her body jolt.
Spent, he withdrew. A milky strand bridged her red lips and his dusky shaft.
"Spade, don't spit it out. No spilling, no swallowing yet."
She grimaced but obeyed. Aah, but... this feels so weird... taste... smell... off...
"It's fine, Spade. You'll grow to love it more and more."
"'Cause you're a hero, right?"
"Yeah—great heroes come to crave villain cum. That's how it works."
What does that even mean? It didn't click, but she focused on the sensation. Rolling the mysterious, tangy load on her tongue. How could anyone like this? Yet strangely, the more she tasted, the better it got. Craving more, attached already... Ah... so this is why people suck dick... kinda makes sense...
"Good, Spade—swallow now."
At his command, she gulped it down. It took two or three swallows—sticky stuff. She coughed lightly afterward. The cough carried semen reek, amplifying the bizarre haze.
A dribble escaped with saliva, stretching thin—no helping it. Haa... haa... Ahh, body's burning up. Why so hot? So weird... She couldn't grasp what she was doing.
"Spade, you did amazing. As expected from a great hero."
His praise washed over her like bliss... from a villain, of all people... Why does it feel so good...?
