Calsira's Complete Surrender
I… just now… what did I just…
Only after the cry had left her throat did Calsira understand what she had done. Shame flooded her all the way to the roots of her hair.
"Still not feeling it?"
Wet, rhythmic thrusts answered her silence.
"Nngh… hhhnn…"
Jincheon rolled his hips again, filthy and deliberate, grinding the head of his cock against the mouth of her womb. This time the strokes were lighter, maddeningly so—teasing rather than claiming—and the frustration of it coiled tight in her belly.
Just a little more… if he would only thrust a little harder…
She waited for the next assault, body already braced for it. But Jincheon did not move. He only looked up at her with a smile, hips still, cock buried deep and unmoving.
Any woman would have understood the situation at once.
If I want more, I have to rock my hips myself?
Moving on her own meant more than simply chasing pleasure. It meant she would no longer deny it. It meant she would enjoy it. And it meant she would surrender to his cock.
That was what it meant to move her hips now.
Had Jincheon been an ordinary man—had he been nothing more than a man with a large cock—Calsira would have risen on the spot, crushed his balls until he could never rise again, and walked away.
But—
A heavy throb pulsed through her.
Kh…!
The parts of him she still could not take beat against the whole of her pussy, and her body only hungered harder for more.
I can't… I can't get free…
Her body had already been remade into something lewd the moment his hands had first touched her.
I didn't survive just to become some man's property…!
Gritting her teeth, Calsira shoved against his chest and tried to rise.
The flared ridge of his glans caught hard against her walls.
"Haaaah—!"
The head… it's caught—!
The glans snagged and refused to slip free, and the pleasure that tore through her was even sharper for it. Her legs trembled; she collapsed back down in a half-risen, half-fallen sprawl.
A wet slap. A deep, heavy impact.
"Hihyaaaang!"
The head of his cock slammed into her cervix again, and her own weight drove the pressure deeper still. Without meaning to, she had completed a full stroke of her own—and the sound that spilled from her was not humiliation at failing to escape.
"Haaang~~♡"
It was the sweet, broken moan of a woman already half-addicted to the pleasure his cock gave her.
Ahh… it feels so good…
She had been denying herself sensation while he was inside her, and the rebound of all that held-back hunger crashed over her now. The pleasure was all the stronger for how long she had fought it.
Just a little… if it's only a little…
She knew she shouldn't. She thought it anyway—the same desperate bargaining of an addict reaching for the next hit.
She lifted herself and drove back down.
"Fuhhaaaa~~♡"
The glans hammered her cervix. Calsira's face went slack with rapture; her whole body shuddered as if she had already forgotten why she had ever tried to leave.
Ahh… if I move just a little more… I can feel that again…
That white-hot jolt that lit every nerve like a current. The kind of pleasure that blanked the mind for a single, perfect instant.
She began to move in earnest—hard enough that her breasts bounced obscenely with every roll of her hips.
"Nnh♡ Ahn♡ Hahng♡ Aaang♡"
Addicted. Developed under his hands until she could no longer live without his cock. That was the fate of a female who had been opened by Jincheon.
Any sense of mission, any thought of escape, had already burned out of her head.
Heh. She's surrendered to pleasure.
Calsira rocked on him, reduced to a single panting female who had lost to lust. She did not know it, but the seed he had already poured into her and the Sex Cultivation that had seeped in through every touch had thoroughly, obscenely remade her body.
Then let's finish confirming it.
He had seen her yield to pleasure. To make certain her heart had yielded as well, Jincheon sat up.
He seized her hips and yanked her down hard.
"Hahnn!"
The intensity of the cock inside her changed at once. Their chests met; the position became face-to-face, and Calsira was forced to look straight into the eyes of the male who wanted her.
He… wants me…
Not the casual wanting of a partner. A gaze that claimed body and heart alike. Behind it she could feel a male's resolve—the absolute will to keep what was his.
His face drew closer, little by little.
He did not hold her head. The loose, unfinished posture said it clearly: if she wanted to turn away, she could.
But Calsira already knew how sweet his kiss was, and how much fiercer the pleasure of his cock became when their mouths met. Her mind began to tear itself apart.
If she accepted this, she would never be the woman she had been.
His face was sharp overall, yet carried real weight. He looked young, but his eyes held the depth of someone who had lived through countless years. She had known he was handsome. Seeing him like this—joined, close, unguarded—made him feel more thoroughly male than ever.
Her heart hammered.
Through the impossibly thin nano-suit, his heat and his scent poured into her.
What do I do? What am I supposed to do?
In the span of a few heartbeats she hesitated a hundred times.
Then—
"Hauup…!"
—she let his mouth cover hers.
The craving for stronger pleasure had beaten her reason.
The wet sound of their kiss filled the air. His hips began to drive.
"Hhhnnn~~♡"
The moment she accepted the kiss, Jincheon locked his arms around her waist and back and started thrusting in earnest.
"Haum♡ Fuhhat♡ Hnnn♡"
Cock cock cock cock cock cock♡
Just as she had expected—when his kiss and his pistoning began together, the pleasure that flooded her was beyond anything from before. It whitened her mind.
He crushed her tighter against him.
"Hnnn♡"
Warm…
It was not only for deeper pleasure. It was the protective hold of a male sheltering his female. The instant she was gathered into Jincheon's arms, the vigilance she had never once been able to drop—the tension of surviving—melted away into something soft and safe.
She felt it then: the will of the Lust Emperor, rising as he took her fully as his woman.
I don't want to let go… I want to stay like this… forever…
Without thinking, Calsira wound her arms and legs around his back and waist, clinging. Limbs that had flailed uselessly through empty air finally found the place they belonged.
Jincheon felt her heart give itself over completely. As a gift for the woman who was now his, he decided to give her pleasure without mercy.
He tipped her back and folded her under him into a mating press.
Deep, brutal, relentless thrusts.
"Hhhnnnnn~~~!"
He swung his hips as if he meant to crush her womb. Even with their mouths still locked, raw, violent moans tore out of Calsira.
Hot seed suddenly flooded past her cervix.
"Uuung! Haum—!"
The unexpected climax of his release made her body even more sensitive. Jincheon could control both the timing and the volume of his ejaculation; he filled her only enough to leave her womb lightly heavy, then drove his hips down again without pause.
My… head… it's melting…!
Even after flooding a pussy already pushed to climax, his cock only grew harder, spearing her without discrimination.
Then the head of him forced her cervix as wide as it would go, the upper ridge and the tip of the urethra pushing to enter the womb itself.
"Huuuuung!"
The shock hurled her into another climax; she howled against his mouth.
He shifted patterns—fierce, then stubborn, then fierce again—assaulting a pussy already past its second peak. Calsira, drowning in pleasure beyond her limits, could only beg inwardly for a moment's rest.
Please… just a little… let me rest…
He answered with a sudden, savage roll of his hips.
"Kyaaang… uuuuhn~~!"
She came again. Her mouth fell open for air, a raw cry escaping—and he claimed her lips once more before she could finish it.
Even as love juices sprayed from her in climax, Jincheon showed no mercy. He put his full weight into every downward drive of his hips.
Right now the pleasure past her limit was blanking her mind. When she came back to herself, she would no longer be able to live as a woman without this pleasure.
And so, on the cold floor of the transport ship, their coupling did not stop until the pool of semen and arousal they had made together had spread wide across the deck.
"Haa… haum…"
"That's it. Residue likes to collect under the ridge of the glans, so clean that part carefully with your tongue."
They had moved away from the mess they had made. Between Jincheon's thighs, Calsira was licking his cock clean while he instructed her—teaching her how to service him with her mouth.
Half-broken by excess pleasure, she could not even answer. She only obeyed like a machine, eyes empty and dazed.
"Gather the cum and the pussy juices in your mouth, then swallow it all at once."
"Mm… gulp…"
"Not bad for a first try."
Jincheon stroked the head buried in his lap. A faint smile touched Calsira's lips—then her head simply drooped back onto his cock.
She had passed out from exhaustion.
Even so, leaving her face planted in his crotch looked a little too undignified. He eased her down so she could lie more comfortably.
The nano-suit's temperature regulation would keep her from catching cold if he left her as she was—but she curled into him of her own accord, arms wrapping around his body, nestling into his chest.
Her body had decided, by instinct, that this was the safest and warmest place.
"…Can't be helped."
He had meant to clean up and dismantle a few of the mechas to study their structure. But he knew exactly why the first woman he had claimed in this world was clinging to him like this. Learning the mechas could wait.
Understanding the machines mattered. Guarding his female while she slept soundly mattered more. That was a male's duty.
Jincheon drew her waist in with one arm and let her sleep deeply in his embrace.