The Hero Experienced a New World
The hero experienced a new world. What the hell is this? I stared at the ethereal spirit floating before me, my face twisted in bewilderment. Guessing it was the soul bound to the sword wasn’t hard at all. Its appearance matched exactly what I’d seen inside the World Tree, and even its blunt demand to be fucked felt oddly familiar.
[Wanna do it? Huh? Do it with me too!]
The sword’s spirit spun circles around me, repeating the same plea over and over. It was scatterbrained to the point of distraction, but I couldn’t deny the beauty of its translucent naked form.
Is it okay to fuck this? But even for me—a guy who’d thrust into just about anything regardless of species—I had my standards. This was the sword I carried around, after all.
[Do it! I said do it!]
“Hmm…” I pondered, gazing at the sword begging in a whispery, pleading tone. Truth be told, my cock was raging hard thanks to Marian, desperate to plunge into anything. Sure, the next room over had beauties who could hold their own anywhere, but the sword spirit’s allure didn’t fall short. Ebony-black hair contrasting sharply with her translucent white skin. And those heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—stirred a fresh curiosity in me as a man.
[Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.]
The spirit zipped freely through the air, circling me wildly while chanting the same words. Opening her mouth only to beg for it reminded me of the dwarves’ pervy nature, but I pushed the image aside and asked her, “What’s your name?”
[Me? I don’t have one.]
The sword spirit tilted her head at my question. She must have developed a sense of self, but no name yet. Stroking my chin at her response, I studied her. She eyed me strangely for asking pointless questions instead of just fucking her already, but I racked my brain, settling on a name.
“Heukdan. How’s that?”
[That’s… my name?]
Heukdan tilted her head at my sudden choice, then broke into a radiant smile. Her childlike grin lifted my mood too—but it didn’t last.
[Master, now fuck Heukdan too.]
How the hell did a monster like this get born? I scratched my head as Heukdan casually spread her legs right in front of me. But as the World Tree had said, the sword spirit’s twisted state seemed entirely my fault. No one to blame but myself.
“Fine. No reason not to.”
Decision made, I told her so. Skipping this now would just invite more headaches later, I figured. Better to fuck her once and calm her down.
[For real? For real?]
Heukdan beamed at my answer, spreading her legs wide right in my face. My gaze naturally dropped between them—and sure enough, even in her translucent body, she had a pussy. I reached out cautiously, touching her folds.
Hmm, the sensation…?
But she was a spirit, not flesh. My fingers met faint resistance at first, then passed right through her. Like stirring water in a bowl. Heukdan felt the glitch too.
[Huh? What’s this?]
She shot me a confused look, and I had no answer either.
[I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck.]
Puffing her cheeks like a sulky kid, Heukdan aligned her hole with my cock. It slipped right in—but as expected, no sensation.
This is just thrusting into thin air…
[This is sex?]
I sighed at Heukdan’s disappointed mutter. Then her eyes lit up like she’d had an idea. She rummaged through a corner of my room and returned, holding something, grinning innocently.
“That’s…”
[I can merge with metal.]
As I mumbled in shock, Heukdan shoved the object right into her pussy. Her spirit body, with minimal resistance, accepted it smoothly. True to her word, the metal floated inside her translucent form.
Dwarf’s three treasures… the onahole.
Cold sweat beaded on my brow at the sight of the onahole embedded in her. I never imagined she’d grab that—or that I’d use it like this.
But my cock didn’t care about my dismay. It throbbed at the erotic sight. Heukdan’s beauty rivaled my companions, and the onahole inside her looked insanely lewd. Like shoving an onahole into a real pussy. The taboo thrill of doing something humans shouldn’t, paired with her innocent gaze, broke me.
I eased my cock into the onahole at her core.
Fuck, those crazy dwarf bastards.
Even just the tip sent dwarven curses spilling from my lips. The Dwarf King’s proud creation felt different from a real woman. From the start, it sucked me in like a climaxing pussy, twisting and stimulating from all sides. Pure pleasure engineering—the pinnacle of dwarven craft.
[Ngh!]
Funny thing: Heukdan reacted as if she’d fused with it for real. I rocked my hips slowly in the electric bliss, confirming dwarven tech exceeded my wildest dreams. Slick fluid leaked from the metal interior.
This is insane.
Frankly, the onahole was dangerously addictive on sensation alone. For me—who thrived on a partner’s reactions too—it was only half complete. But Heukdan filled that gap perfectly.
[Haah… so good, Master. Deeper, stab deeper.]
She moaned like the onahole was her own flesh. I grew accustomed to her responses, thrusting faster. The pressure intensified with my rhythm—practically devouring my cock.
I gripped her slender waist, plunging deep. Then the onahole revealed another trick: tailored for men, by men, it targeted my glans. The unexpected assault triggered my orgasm instantly.
“Ngh!”
A stifled groan escaped me. Heukdan bucked wildly in response.
[Haah… haaang!]
Her lewd cries echoed in my head as I unloaded into the onahole. Ecstasy mixed with vague guilt and emptiness—but the dwarf masters had planned for that. It milked my softening cock gently, squeezing out every drop from my urethra.
That alone wouldn’t have earned them “master” status, though.
[Not done yet, Master.]
Heukdan smirked, teasing my spent cock relentlessly. It hardened again under the assault—inevitable. Climax built swiftly for round two.
What… is this?
Far more cum than the first load gushed out. I shuddered in unprecedented pleasure. A dull ache throbbed in my groin, but the intensity turned even that into erotic thrill.