Chapter 26
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Widow Rodeo (3)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
'Feels good, feels good... Kalt's cock...♡ Just from sliding it in, I came already. No, I can't... I can't let my strength give out right now...'
If her strength gave out, Kalt's cock would surely plunge straight into her womb in one go.
And that would definitely feel amazing.
Nadia was about to taste her second climax right away.
But this was the cowgirl position that Kalt was teaching her.
Nadia wanted to lower her hips slowly, just as he'd instructed.
She didn't want him thinking she was a woman who couldn't even do this one thing properly.
That determination and effort from Nadia slowly brought her hips down.
Kalt's glans gradually burrowed deeper into her pussy.
Nadia desperately held back the urge to go limp from the pleasure of that thick cockhead scraping along her inner walls.
And when his cock was fully inside, her eyelids fluttered.
"Haah... Nngh! Ah..."
'Feels so good. The sensation of Kalt's cock pressing against my womb... Ahh.'
As Nadia savored the pleasure from Kalt's cock, Kalt was getting immense pleasure from her pussy in return.
The pussy that had grown accustomed to taking his thrusting cock now clung to it desperately, like it was begging for more pleasure, more quickly.
On top of that, every tremor he felt through her hands as she lowered her hips, the way she instinctively tilted her chin up when he was fully sheathed—every little movement was incredibly arousing.
He waited until her trembling subsided before speaking to her.
"Nadia, shall we try moving now?"
"Hngh, nn! Yes, Kalt."
"Move your hips back and forth."
"Back and forth?"
"Yes. You rubbed it so well before putting it in, right? Just like that."
"B-But if I do..."
His cock would surely press even harder against her womb.
With it already pressing there, the glans would grind even more firmly against the entrance, rubbing her cervix all over.
Like a deep kiss between his cockhead and her womb—intimate and incredibly pleasurable.
To the slightly hesitant Nadia, Kalt smiled and said,
"Go on, move, Nadia."
"Yes."
She couldn't resist the words of this man who'd already given her unforgettable pleasure.
Gripping his hands tightly, Nadia's hips rocked back and forth.
"Heek! Ah! Aaang! Kalt, this... hngh! Nn! Ah...!"
She had plenty of experience with her womb being pounded hard by Kalt's cock.
But grinding against it so intimately like this was still unfamiliar.
It was a novel sensation.
And it wasn't Kalt taking the lead this time—she was moving herself.
She could feel exactly how her movements created each pleasure.
That made the ecstasy feel even closer, more intimate.
The pleasure she was starting to get used to, the kind she could control with her own will, gradually became something she could fully embrace.
And embracing it with a clear mind brought her a sense of reassurance.
'Feels good... Ahh, if I move my hips a little more forward...!'
The pleasure she could embrace awakened a desire for even greater bliss.
Changes started to appear in Nadia's simple back-and-forth hip movements.
At first, they were just basic rocks, but soon she found a rhythm, moving at steady intervals.
She zeroed in on the angle and spot that gave her the most pleasure, focusing there relentlessly.
"Heek! Nn! Nngh! Kalt! Like this... haang! Is this good?"
"Yes, Nadia. You're doing wonderfully. You're finding all the right spots on your own."
"Ngh... Nn!"
His words pierced right through her intentions, turning her face even redder.
'D-Does he think I'm some vulgar slut?'
Even after they'd already had sex to resolve her sexual frustrations and she'd shown far more shameless sides while taking his cock, Nadia was suddenly worrying about that now.
But even as she worried, she didn't stop her hips.
He hadn't told her to stop yet, and more than that, she wanted to savor this pleasure even more.
She couldn't easily let go of the hot blood rushing through her body when his cock pressed her womb at just the right angle, or the thrilling vibration radiating from her core throughout her entire frame.
Those emotions were plain on her face.
Eyes squeezed shut in sweet ecstasy.
Lips bitten firmly by her upper teeth.
Lewd moans slipping from the corners of her mouth.
And as she gripped Kalt's hands tighter to steady herself, obstinately working that one spot with her hips, Kalt could read her current state perfectly.
'Time to use it.'
"Nadia, how does it feel right now? Tell me what it's like."
"Th-That's... hngh! Nn! Embarrassing, Kalt... Aang!"
"Is it?"
Through their clasped, open palms, Kalt activated his hypnosis.
"Haht, ah, aaah... Ah..."
Using the method that would let her remember his words, Kalt continued.
"Please, Nadia. Tell me honestly how it feels right now. What you're thinking. It'll help me so much."
As he finished and released the hypnosis, Nadia immediately spilled her feelings.
"Kalt's cock feels so good. It feels so good that... aaah! My womb is throbbing and pulsing nonstop. It's different from when you do it... aang! Nn! It's this weird feeling. But aang! Like this... aaah! Pressing right here so firmly feels amazing! Ang! Nn! Your cock kissing my womb is driving me crazy! But, but...!"
"But?"
"I was worried you'd think... hngh! I'm some vulgar woman if you found out how I feel."
"A vulgar woman? Why?"
"Because... hngh! Moving on my own like this to feel good—isn't that just slutty?"
Kalt smiled at her needless worry.
"Nadia, I love slutty women a lot."
"You... do?"
"Yes. Almost no man dislikes lewd women. But to me, you're not slutty—you're cutely lewd."
"C-Cutely lewd...?"
Hearing him call her cute in that voice was heart-stopping, no matter how many times.
Watching her blush, Kalt gave a slight thrust of his hips.
"Is this the spot you like, Nadia?"
Poke!
"Heek! Aaah! Y-Yes, right there!"
"Got it. Let's move on to the next part."
"Next? You mean... up and down now?"
"No. For today, back and forth is enough for you moving on your own. Cowgirl isn't just about the woman doing all the work."
Kalt started thrusting in earnest, pounding up into her pussy.
Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke!
"Haang! Ang! Nngh! Kalt! Aaang! Feels so good...! Aang! Way better than doing it myself... hngh! Ah, aaah! No, Kalt! If you keep poking there... heek!"
Kalt targeted the spot she'd been grinding on so obsessively.
With Kalt bucking wildly from below, shaking Nadia like she was riding a bucking bull, it really looked like a rodeo.
"Ah, ah, ah, aaah! I'm cumming! Cumming again, Kalt...!"
"Cum whenever you want, Nadia."
"But... heek! Nngh! I want you to cum with me... deet! Aaang! It feels bad if only I get off! Aang!"
'She's so considerate.'
"It's fine. I'm going to fill your pussy up good anyway."
Squeezing her hand tighter, Kalt thrust his hips up hard.
His fierce bucks targeted the womb she'd been grinding against so fervently.
"Haaaaah♡"
It was more than enough to send Nadia over the edge.
Even though it wasn't her first time cumming on his cock.
Being taken like this after getting so worked up from moving herself felt completely different from just surrendering everything to him.
It felt even more like their hearts and minds were uniting than when she'd approved their affair for her sexual relief.
"Kalt... nn... Hngh!"
In the hazy afterglow of climax, Nadia's gaze fixed on Kalt's lips as she looked down at him.
She remembered how, before mounting him, he'd stroked his own lips with his thumb.
What had that been about?
Did he want to kiss her?
But she was a widow with a husband—even if he was dead.
And a mother with a daughter.
There was no way Kalt would want to kiss someone like her.
Even as those thoughts swirled, she recalled what he'd said to her.
You're attractive.
You're lewd.
You're cute.
You're beautiful.
Every word delivered with that sculpted face and gentle smile.
The reason those thoughts filled her mind was simple.
She wanted to kiss Kalt.
The Nadia scolding herself for that desire was fighting the Nadia rationalizing why she should give in.
Meanwhile.
'Faster than I expected.'
Seeing her eyes locked on his lips, Kalt was thrilled that she'd bitten so quickly on the bait he'd dangled.
Stroking his lips and gazing at her meaningfully before they got serious—it had been deliberate, to plant the idea of a kiss.
He still hadn't kissed Nadia yet.
Not two days ago, nor today, despite hours of sex and even teaching her fellatio.
This was intentional on Kalt's part.
He'd held off, waiting for her to ask for it herself.
Because he believed the peak of sex with a widow—and the gateway to the next stage—was a kiss.
Sometimes, a kiss was harder than sex itself.
But once she permitted it on her own, Kalt was certain Nadia would bloom into something even lewder.
And now, she asked him.
Empowered by his hypnosis to voice her true feelings, Nadia asked,
"What do you think... hngh! About kissing me?"
At her question, Kalt stopped his thrusting hips and pulled their clasped hands back, drawing their faces even closer.
With their noses nearly touching, he said,
"Does this answer you?"
Nadia had no more doubts.
She covered Kalt's lips with hers.