Rydmila's Cumming Dream
Those with beastkin bloodlines occasionally faced a certain magical day. Heat. A period when sexual desire boiled over uncontrollably. Even Rydmila Lionheart, who had inherited only a faint trace of that beastkin lineage, was no exception.
For beastkin, heat was a fatal affliction. The line dividing beast from human lay in intellect, of course—if one succumbed to instinct and lust, acting like a mindless animal, then a beastkin was no different from a beast. To suppress the frequent onslaughts of heat, beastkin had devised one clever solution: dreams. In dreams, one could indulge lust to one's heart's content without excess. There might be the aftermath of a wet dream upon waking, but as long as it didn't lead to blindly mounting anyone like a beast blinded by desire, it was a blessing.
Rydmila, known as the Gale, had always resolved her heats this way. She'd soak halfway in a bathtub, drift into sleep, and release the urges that came in her dreams. But after enrolling in the academy, she'd forgotten how to handle the heat that struck her. Or rather, overcome by a momentary surge of desire, she'd ended up committing indecent acts with her favorite male.
Under the pretense of stretching, showing off her body. Asking him to help straighten her back, subtly grinding her ass against him. Feeling the hot male energy from that rubbed ass and climaxing lightly. He knew. There was no way he didn't. But he pretended not to notice, acting the gentleman as he purified her mana and touched her body all over.
Mana massage. She couldn't describe just how incredible its effects were, but it had even suppressed her beastkin heat—a miracle. It had to be. If heat struck again, Rydmila would be honest next time. She'd tell him straight up and beg him to relieve it.
She thought the heat had ended. Pssshhh.
She immersed her body fully in the steaming water. To let beastkin in heat resolve it through dreams, she lit scented candles in the bathroom, let their aroma intoxicate her, and closed her eyes. Head comfortably propped against the back of the tub, with a pre-prepared sleep aid adjusted to prevent drowning even if she lay back in the water, she surrendered to the hot bath.
"Haaa..."
In the soothing float of her body adrift in the water, Rydmila quietly shut her eyes. Thankful to him for blocking her heat, praying her dreams would bring no issues. And so, she fell asleep.
"......?"
Rydmila's mind snapped awake in an instant. Her posture, the intense male scent from the man behind her.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, uh, n-nothing...?"
"Something uncomfortable, babe?"
"......!!"
The gentle voice from behind. But unlike his words, his posture and actions were already ravaging her roughly.
"I-it's, um..."
Rydmila remembered. Why she was naked, bent over with hands and feet on the ground. Why one wrist was gripped in his hand. Why he stood naked behind her. This pose was just like that time during her previous heat—when she'd thrust her ass back under the guise of stretching, rubbing wildly for skinship—
Smack.
"Kyaa?!"
"Not focusing, babe?"
Her ass stung from the slap. Despite the loud smack, it didn't hurt at all. If anything, it thrilled her. More precisely, closer to pleasure—the special sensation her heat-craved self had yearned for.
Grip.
Her ass was seized by a rough hand. Kneaded like dough, then smacked repeatedly like punishing swollen loaves.
"Ah, uhn...!"
"Endure it."
His usual bright voice was gone, replaced by a commanding, domineering tone. Though the male behind the female could thrust in anytime, he teased her, merely toying with her ass.
"Haa, haa..."
His touch heated her lower belly. Her body already aflame, her core itching desperately for something she couldn't hold back.
What? "P-put it in, pleeease..."
Rydmila whispered in plea. One hand on the wall, legs trembling as she tensed them, lifting her ass slightly to align herself.
"Ah, haang...!"
The first scorching sensation she'd ever felt. Her most precious place pierced—not just entered, but her own hips shoving back onto his hot male cock—
"C-cock...!"
His cock overwhelmed her senses.
"Already soaked. You love cock that much?"
"Ha, haang..."
Her ears perked straight. Legs shook like they'd give out, yet strength surged instead. If she collapsed now, who knew what—but to keep his cock buried deep, she tensed harder.
"Tighten more. Not even halfway in."
"Hng, hnnng...!"
Rydmila pushed her wall hand forward, slamming her body back. Ass flush against him, she swayed her hips side to side, easing his cock deeper.
Squelch, squelch.
The hot, thick cock forcing her open. It felt like being stretched against her will, but realizing she was accommodating it herself left her thrilled.
"So tight... Gonna gape like a pussy molded to my cock?"
"N-nooo..."
"No?" Smack. "Hik?!"
"This narrow thing's gripping my cock so hard?"
"Ha, hyaaah...!"
Rydmila couldn't deny it. Shoving his still cock inside herself. Her pussy, barely fitting two fingers, desperately swallowing his cock—it was all her.
"Want my cock that bad?"
"Hng, hnnng...!"
Because her heat made her crave the hot, potent seed it would spurt.
"Can't hold back."
The male gripped her wrist hard. Feet behind her heels, other hand lightly on her hip—he set his stance.
"Ah, aaa..."
It resembled her stretching rub-fest, but—
Thrust— "?!?"
A powerful withdrawal and slam forward pierced her gut like—
"Ahaaaang...!!"
—but it wasn't pain.
Pound, pound, pound.
Savage cock battering her depths, forcing her tight pussy open back and forth, stabbing her womb with his tip—every sensation was pure bliss, no pain.
"Ah, ahn, haaaang...!"
Just ecstasy. Huge thrusts making her hanging tits swing wildly, yet no tearing agony.
"Grroo..."
She felt it. The male delighting in her jiggling breasts. Eyes on them, but the pleasure surged inside, his swelling cock hammering her womb.
"Ah, hyaa, ahn...!"
Rydmila recalled tales of womb-dropping from huge cocks—but it was the opposite.
"Ahhat, ah, aaang...! Y-you're too big...!"
His pounding lifted her womb. Not fleeing, but yielding space for easier thrusts. To hold more baby batter.
So tight pussy wouldn't leak the deepest cumshot.
"Nng, hnng, ahhng...!"
"Cum inside?"
"Ahng, u, unng...!"
He kept pistoning, driving her mad. Drowning her in pleasure, brainwashing her to think only of mating.
"Ah, aaht, aaaang...!"
"Cumming inside means pregnancy. Want me to knock you up?"
"K-knock me u-up...!"
He squeezed her wrist. His fierce intent to impregnate, the heat—her whole body bloomed at his cock battering her cervix.
Not just orgasmic shudders, but her cervix opening to receive his seed.
"Not 'knock me up.' Right?"
"G-get me preeegnant...!!"
Rydmila begged. "Make me, haat, your baby-making, hyaat, breeding bitch...!!"
"Good girl..." Smack. "Stay still and take it."
"!!"
As he slammed deep, Rydmila gritted her teeth, tensed her legs, gripped the wall.
Spuuuurt!! "!!"
Hot gush inside. Her belly flooded with scorching, sticky life-force—she knew those tales were wrong.
Cumshots barely felt? No. Her guts filling with hot, vital essence—how could that be false?
"Haaa..."
The male sighed deeply, patting her ass lightly. "Good girl, Rydmila."
Thump.
That tender word melted her legs.
"What."
At his voice as she slumped, Rydmila sensed it.
"Want it doggy-style now?"
"N-no, that's—"
"Gotta give my babe what she wants."
The male mounted her back, pinning her under his weight.
"Rydmila."
Hot breath in her ear. "I'll knock you up as much as I love you."
"......!!"
Rydmila's world went white.
"......!"
She jolted awake. Exhaustion heavy in her limbs, Rydmila stared at the ceiling.
"......."
Steam-beaded bathroom ceiling. One intoxicated female lay there.
"......."
Squelch.
Her hand reached down.
"Uh, unng...!"
For the first time ever, she pleasured herself, reliving that dream's sensations.