Half-Asleep, Half-Awake (3)
In the familiar darkness, before that all-too-familiar eyeball. "Welcome back, Spica. Are you prepared for our trade?"
"Um... yeah. But there's one thing I want to ask first."
Ask away.
There was a question I'd been meaning to ask ever since drifting off. "You said that defeating stronger foes and collecting more fragments makes the defeat hit harder, right? So couldn't we just hold some back to adjust it?"
A reasonable thought. Unfortunately, it's impossible.
The possibilities of defeat I show you are projected into the dream by melting down the fragments. Holding any back would make the projection incomplete.
"...Okay. I figured it wouldn't work anyway."
No deal that good exists.
But what could I do? At least I could think of it as a chance to grow even stronger in return.
"I'm ready."
Good.
Black gems poured out from the jewel embedded in my earring like smoke. As they were slowly absorbed into the eyeball, the surrounding darkness thickened.
You've defeated a fairly strong fragment this time. I'll be waiting, Spica.
"......"
I've thought this before, but that eyeball talks way too much. It keeps adding unnecessary commentary...
I tried to relax, to keep my mind as light as possible, but it wasn't easy. I just squeezed my eyes shut tight and clenched my fists, waiting.
"...Hoo."
Before the eyeball could tell me to open my eyes, I felt it. The dream within the dream had begun.
I cracked my eyes open, and there I stood beneath a pitch-black night sky as deep as the dead of dawn. No stars pierced the darkness overhead. And right in front of me loomed the familiar construction site and its empty building.
"Why does it start here? I have to climb the stairs..."
Even my grumbling voice trembled a little. When I climbed those stairs, my foot slipped once, nearly sending me tumbling.
Calm down? Focus? I couldn't. Heading into an unfair fight was one thing... but going knowingly to certain defeat was something else entirely.
And besides, that monster at the end—it did that to me... Does this mean I'm going to lose to that?
"...Ngh. Ah... no. It might not be."
Maybe it'd just smack me around and end it quick? Yeah? Right?
Such thoughts vanished clean from my mind the moment I reached the top and faced the rift and the monster.
...I hadn't noticed at first, but that. It'd been like that from the start... standing at attention.
Was it because its body was pitch black? Or maybe I just hadn't realized. Either way, right now... uh, um... it looked thicker than my forearm...
"......"
Our eyes met. The monster had no eyes on its face, but where they would've been was definitely fixed on me.
"Ma, ma... magic wand..."
My magic wand. I raised the one gripped in my right hand and aimed it at the monster.
"Sh-Shining Sp-Spica... Beam..."
My voice, stiff with tension, wouldn't come out straight. I knew. There was no way the spell would activate anyway. But I'm a magical girl. I had to at least try before losing.
"......"
The monster stayed silent this time too. But it watched me fail to cast, then—thud, thud—started slowly walking toward me.
Why was it approaching so slowly now, when before it'd charged at blinding speed... why?
"Wh-what... d-don't come closer...!"
Confusion swelled as the fight unfolded differently from reality. I backed away unsteadily, but soon hit the wall—
"...Ah."
Trapped between the wall and the monster, no escape left.
...I could feel it. Pressing against my stomach... that.
But I couldn't look down. Sticky, slimy texture. A bit hot, but not burning. Pulsing like a heartbeat, twitching, with hard, angular edges...
No matter how I thought about it, this was a... dick.
"G-get it... away... what do you even think you're gonna do with that..."
It obviously couldn't understand me, right? This monster hadn't said a word, yet here it was, pressing it firmly against my belly over and over.
I had no idea what it was doing, but just... zap—
"Hii, n-ngh, mmph—♡"
Ah... right. It'd done this before... the dick pressing hard against my belly, squish-squuuish, making my womb...
"H-ha... ah, n-no... it was just, uh, coincidence..."
To call it mere coincidence when my lower belly trembled right as it pressed—that excuse fell flat as
"Higguuph—♡ D-don't, haa♡ st-stop, hii, hiik—♡"
my womb clenched tight in time with the monster's slow, steady hip thrusts, quivering faintly before relaxing... I could feel it.
My... my womb was reacting to this thing.
Because of that last dream... those tentacles that'd plunged into my womb and filled me against my will. Knowing that, yet unable to stop it...
"Hngguht, hii, grruph—♡"
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but the heavy waves of pleasure slamming up from my hips into my brain were too intense.
"Haa, haa—♡ Haa, haa—♡"
My body shuddered... breath came in gasps. Every sensation in my body forcibly converged on my womb... The monster hadn't even touched me anywhere else. But just this—pressing its dick against my womb.
...My womb was starting to crave it.
Like with those tentacles, my body was convincing itself this dick would bury itself all the way in too.
"No, hey...♡ It's not like that, ah, no..."
I tried to banish the image from my mind—of this dick stuffing my pussy full, battering my womb entrance—and voiced a feeble denial.
The monster reacted. Not with words. It just... forced my legs apart with its sticky, firm thighs, prying between them and pinning them wide with brute strength so I couldn't close them.
"W-wait, what're you, wh-what now..."
By the time instinctual dread hit me, it was far too late.
"......"
The monster gazed down silently. No mouth—just hands moving. One slid under my skirt, hooking my panties as if it knew exactly what to do.
Was it seriously going to...? Why? No point questioning. What now...? There's no way that could fit...! And I don't even want to... I don't...
...That earlier reaction was just my womb acting up. But whether I wanted it or not, the monster's hand kept going. Down, sliiiding—
taking my panties with it. Then came the sound—schlorp—♡ thick, sticky fluid stretching between my descending panties and pussy, clinging to my skin.
"Th-that wetness, it's not...♡ Y-you kept pressing your d-dick, so it just..."
It couldn't understand me anyway, but I babbled desperate excuses. The monster ignored it, yanking my panties down roughly... then positioned its black dick right in front of my now-exposed pussy.
"Ngh...♡"
It touched. Different from the tentacles... similar, yet not. Hotter... harder, thicker, girthier... ah, anyway, different. A lot.
Was I really... really about to get fucked by this monster? For real?
Not fear or terror... just crushing helplessness from defeat, overwhelmed by its power. Resistance? Escape? Laughable.
No way... no way. It's really gonna do it? Or just scare me... Clinging to vague hopes, I looked up at it. Then the dick began inching in.
"Hii, hig, mmph...♡ N-no, don't...♡"
The firm, thick glans pried my entrance open. Already... a bit inside, pushing deeper, deeeeper...♡ My feet lifted off the ground.
As the monster slid into me bit by bit, my body rose slowly—not held by its hands, but impaled on its dick.
Now I had to stand on tiptoes just to match the height. And we'd barely started...
"Haa, d-di, dick, wait...♡ N-not yet, ah, not yet..."
Tiptoeing made my legs quake. But if I didn't, my body would sink... right onto the diiiick...
"No place to... stand...♡ W-wait, hiik—♡ N-ngh, nngh♡ Hii, mmph♡"
As if it could understand. My pleas ignored, the penetration continued. The plump glans was fully inside now, stretching my hole wide. The thick shaft followed, filling me tight.
Like the tentacles, yet different. This one... somehow just more... filling every gap perfectly.
"Haaa—♡ Ha, ah—♡ Haa, ah, ngh—♡"
No time for begging anymore. I panted sharply, staving off the precarious climax bubbling to my chin.
My whole body trembled hotly. Dizzy. My tiptoes reached their limit. No footing left, and then—plunge—sudden brutal thrust forward, slamming the dick deep in one go.
"O-oh god—♡"
Nothing like the pressure on my belly. The glans crushed my entrance like a battering ram. That force crushed me—no, my womb.
Instant forced orgasm, orgasm, another—three in a row without mercy. My body and mind, pushed to the brink, finally snapped.
Vision blurred, no sounds... blank... so, so... good...♡
Thud. My arms slipped from around its neck. In my fading consciousness, the last thing I heard was that amused, lascivious voice.
Losing consciousness doesn't end the dream, Spica... I'll be waiting.