Bathtub Sex
“Th-then this time, I’ll make you feel good. Master.”
Though she tried to sound nonchalant, Selena couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice. Once the words were out she leaned back against me, both hands gripping the rim of the tub, and started rocking her hips.
Every time her pelvis rose and fell, a dizzying rush of pleasure climbed up from the cock buried deep inside her pussy.
Sending ripples across the water’s surface, Selena kept working her waist without pause and asked through a moan,
“Haaah… h-how is it? Nnnh… d-do you like it? Haaah…”
It definitely felt good, but the water’s resistance kept her grinding from getting truly fast, which was a little disappointing. I told her so honestly.
“Yeah. I like it. But it’d be even better if you moved a little faster.”
“You already took all my strength…”
Ah… still feels good though… hmm?
I’d closed my eyes to savor the pleasure rising from my cock when I thought I heard Selena’s voice and opened them again.
“What did you just say?”
“I-I didn’t say anything. I’ll try moving faster.”
Her voice carried a faint note of fluster. Selena put everything she had into rocking her hips harder.
Unfortunately, the effort didn’t produce any meaningful results.
“Haa… haa…”
After thrashing her pelvis for a long while she finally stopped, leaning heavily against me and panting hard.
Hmm… at this rate even if the bath goes cold I still won’t be able to cum… should I tell her?
The pleasure of her pussy chewing and clinging so stickily around my cock was outstanding, but the pace was far too slow to actually bring me off. I was still debating whether to give her the answer when—
“Ah!”
Something seemed to click. Selena let out a short cry of realization and began grinding her hips front to back.
Ohh! She remembered!
Back at the water mill, when she’d hit her limit during cowgirl, I’d taught her this exact method. Seeing her recall it without being reminded filled me with pride. The range of motion was smaller now, but the quicker rhythm sent pleasure rolling through me, and I slowly drew my climax closer.
“Nnnh… haa… M-Master… nnh… does it feel good? Haaah…”
Selena asked for my satisfaction in soft little moans.
I savored the pleasure of my shaft rubbing along her vaginal walls and my glans grinding against her cervix with every forward-and-back rock of her hips, then answered in a thoroughly contented voice.
“Yeah. You didn’t forget we could do it this way either.”
“Haaah! O-of course I remember… nngh! Th-then I’ll make you feel even better. Hnn!”
Even through her heated moans a note of pride colored her voice, and her hips sped up just a fraction more.
Come to think of it, last time was cowgirl and this time it’s reverse sitting… both woman-on-top. Not that I mind, but looking ahead I should probably practice using my own hips too…
I was just resolving that next time—whether missionary or doggy—I would take the active role when Selena’s motion changed again.
The simple front-to-back rocking became a smooth circular grind. The cock buried in her pussy now traced a cone whose tip was the root her entrance kept chewing, scraping along her walls with every turn.
“Mmmh…!”
I barely managed to swallow the moan that tried to escape at the intensified stimulation, and marveled at Selena for inventing a technique I hadn’t even taught her.
Where did she learn this?! Is this the power of S-rank Intelligence?!
While I was still reeling inside, Selena spoke in a carefully casual tone.
“Nnnh… M-Master, how is it? Haa… d-does this feel better? Hnnngh… a-are you about to cum? Haaaah… i-if you feel like cumming, just let it all out. Hnn… t-today I’ll keep making you feel good until you’re completely satisfied.”
Ho… is that so?
There was a faintly cheeky edge to the words. I decided to see just how long her “composure” would last, and a moment later I stopped holding back the rising climax and poured my semen into the pussy that was squeezing so stickily around me.
—Spurt! Spurt!
The cock that had been scraping her walls in time with her hips pulsed roughly and flooded her pussy with cum. Selena cried out in heated ecstasy.
“Haaah! C-cum… inside me! I-it’s hot! Haaa! P-pour as much as you want, Master! Hnn! I-I’ll keep making you feel good!”
Even as her body trembled finely every time the jets of semen struck her walls, Selena never stopped moving her hips. Her pussy kept stimulating my cock without rest, and I simply enjoyed the gentle aftercare while continuing to cum.
—Spurt… spurt…
The thick spurts gradually dwindled and finally stopped, yet my S-rank virility cock hadn’t wilted in the slightest; it kept the exact same size and hardness as when we’d started.
“Nnnh… y-you still need more, right? Haa… I-I’ll keep… moving, Master.”
Still leaning against the tub, I was savoring the lazy post-orgasm limpness when Selena glanced back at me. Her voice was steadier now than during the climax itself, and she resumed circling her hips.
*
—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Haaah! Cuuum!!! Nnnh! I-I can still… nnh! M-move more!”
With every successive ejaculation—
—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Hnnngh! M-my belly’s so full! Nngh! H-how is it? S-still not enough? Haaah… o-okay… I-I’ll keep going, Master.”
Selena’s movements grew a little slower,
—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Nnghk!!! Hiek! M-my belly! Haaah… s-still?! Nngh… haaaah…”
and the time it took to reach climax stretched longer.
—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Hyaaah! Heeeek! I-it’s not… over yet?! Hnn! H-how much more—!”
Then, at the start of what might have been the seventh or eighth load—
—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Hyaaang!!! Nngh!!! M-Master! Please!!!”
Selena, who had been desperately working her waist while trying to hide the light climaxes that kept hitting her, finally let out a broken scream of ecstasy and collapsed.
Heh. Even S-rank Intelligence is nothing in front of S-rank virility.
The satisfaction of having beaten Selena—who also boasted S-rank mana and sex appeal—with nothing but pure S-rank stamina filled me. I gently gathered her twitching body into my arms and finished cumming while enjoying the spasms that clenched around my cock in time with her convulsions.
Still, her belly isn’t swelling up or anything.
Knowing how absurdly large my loads had become, I’d been hoping—just a tiny bit—for that classic hentai scene where a womb stuffed with ridiculous amounts of cum balloons out until the lower belly looks pregnant. I smacked my lips in mild disappointment and stroked the beautifully glowing womb tattoo.
Huh? Wait a second…
As I gently rubbed the tattoo I noticed that only the very center of her lower abdomen felt strangely firm.
No way…
Curious, I pressed lightly on the hard spot. A soft pressure answered against the cock that was still intermittently pulsing and stirring her walls.
!!! At this distance… couldn’t I make her belly change shape just by pressing with my cock?!
The moment I realized how little space separated her smooth lower belly from the cock buried inside her, I remembered an old video of self-fisting that made a stomach bulge. My S-rank cock wasn’t as hard as bone, but it was plenty firm enough to hold its own anywhere. I started thinking of ways to deform her belly with it.
Hmm… angle’s the key, right? How do I get the tip that’s currently aimed at her womb to point toward her belly instead… if I lean back a little more? If I put more force into the cock? If I lay Selena completely flat?
I was running through various positions in my head when the eyes of the girl who had been sprawled limply against my chest fluttered open.
“Hnnngh… M-Master?”
She blinked a few times with a soft moan, then lifted her head slightly and called to me.
I discarded a few of the less promising simulations and asked her while still deeply considering the more likely ones.
“Oh, you’re awake? Think with me. How can I get my cock to poke right here? I figure it has to go in at a right angle to your pussy, so we’d both have to face the same direction—standing straight or lying down properly, right?”
I sought the advice of her S-rank intelligence. Selena looked up at me with trembling eyes and asked back,
“P-poke…? A-are you saying you’re going to pierce my belly, Master…?”
I stroked her lower abdomen again and answered,
“Pierce… yeah. That’s right. Make this spot bulge out with my cock.”
Every time I thrust, that slim belly swelling outward… haaah…
I was picturing the soft flesh being ruined by piston thrusts I was confident I could perform even though I’d never tried them, when Selena asked in a voice thick with fear,
“W-what are you talking about, Master? P-piercing my belly… a-are you going to kill me?”
What is she even saying now?
I tilted my head, unable to parse the sudden absurdity. Selena lowered her gaze.
“N-no… I-I’m not trying to defy your decision… everything a slave has… even her life belongs to her Master… b-but could you at least tell me why you want to kill me… why you’re discarding me? Is it because… I said I’d keep going until you were satisfied and then collapsed first, so now I’m useless?”
Kill, discard—what is this all of a sudden… ah!
I finally realized she had taken “poke and pierce” completely literally—as in actually punching a hole through her. I scrambled to explain.
“No. When I said poke and pierce I didn’t mean I’d actually make a hole…”