First Kiss
Even if this was another world, I still didn't much care for killing people, so I'd left the logging to the others. When Selena insisted it would be better to finish them off, I talked her down and poured anesthetic over the two "human saplings" instead.
Whatever that liquid was made of, the pair of saplings went limp almost at once after drinking it down.
I poked them a few times with a fallen branch to make sure they were truly out, then turned to Selena, who still looked thoroughly worried they might wake up.
"He said it himself, didn't he? Nobody opened their eyes until the work was done and they left the next day."
"But still…"
I tried to reassure her with the big sapling's own testimony, but Selena kept glancing uneasily at the human saplings.
"If you're that worried, we'll cover their eyes and ears too. Even if they wake up, they won't see or hear a thing."
The extra safety measure finally got a reluctant nod out of her. Selena tore open the big sapling's backpack.
She rolled four of the long strips of cloth and stuffed them into the saplings' ears, then used the remaining two to blindfold their eyes.
Once the bindings were tight, she stood, reached toward the blindfolded, ear-plugged "human saplings" several times as if about to cast something, then let out a long sigh and went back to the campfire to finish butchering the meat.
I'd been watching her with my heart in my throat, half-expecting an ice lance to form in that outstretched hand and go flying — but she hadn't broken my rule against killing. I decided to make her feel good for it.
Heh. You're going to want to look forward to this.
My actual experience numbered only a handful of times, but my faith in S-rank potency was absolute. Picturing Selena panting with pleasure in my arms, I sat down by the fire.
She finished the butchering soon enough, skewered a few pieces of meat for open-flame roasting, and dropped the rest into the hanging pot.
When the meat in the pot was nearly done, I pulled out the black raspberry concentrate.
The sight of the bottle of sloshing red liquid made Selena's voice tremble.
"M-Master. D-do you really have to put that in?"
I smiled at the way she still believed this thick fruit juice was responsible for my absurd stamina.
"If I want to satisfy you again tonight, I've got to keep my strength up."
"E-even without that, you're more than…"
I ignored her protest and let a few drops of the viscous extract fall into the pot.
The concentrate mixed with the rendered fat from the meat, and a sweet fragrance spread through the air.
"Ugh…"
Selena made a miserable face at the mouthwatering smell, then took out a small bowl and served herself some of the meat.
I polished off my portion of the red-glazed meat in no time, packed away my utensils, and watched Selena continue her painfully slow meal.
She took tiny bites of pieces that could easily have gone down in one mouthful, chewed for ages, and finally swallowed before speaking.
"M-Master. Why don't you go rest in the sleeping bag for a bit? I think I'm going to take a while with this…"
Oh, that is sneaky. Very sneaky!
I'd thought she was just dragging dinner out to put things off as long as possible. Now I saw the real scheme: get me into the sleeping bag, keep eating until food coma knocked me out, and slip through the night without incident. I stood up and sat down right behind her.
"M-Master?!"
Up until the moment I rose, Selena had been breathing easy, sure her plan was working. Now she yelped in pure shock.
I paid it no mind, spread my legs a little, settled into position, and pulled her body back against mine.
"I-I'm still eating!"
She protested that her meal wasn't finished, but she couldn't shake off my strength.
Well, yeah — my strength is F-rank.
In every other stat she crushed me, but strength was the one place we were equals. I used it to pin her, kneading her body through the robe as I spoke.
"Take your time. I won't touch your mouth or your hands, so it won't get in the way of eating."
I murmured it low, then let one hand drift slowly downward.
"M-Master! It's not my mouth and hands that are the problem— ngh?! W-wait a second! Th-there?!"
She'd been about to argue when my hand slipped through the hole cut in her robe for the brand, and her whole body jerked.
"It's fine. It's fine. I'm just checking that everything's okay down there, so don't worry and keep eating your meat. Meat. If we're going all night, you need to keep your strength up too."
"A-all night? What do you mean by— hyaah?!"
The instant my hand, having burrowed through the hole in the robe, stroked her sex over her panties, Selena threw her head back to demand an explanation of the words "all night" — and a heated cry tore out of her instead.
I smiled faintly at the sweet sound by my ear and rubbed the plump mound with my fingertips, murmuring to myself.
"Hmm… just touching it like this, I can't tell if there's a problem… Guess I'll have to put something in and check properly."
Selena, moaning with every movement of my fingers, heard the deliberately audible monologue and shook her head.
"N-no! Haah! I-it hurts! E-even now! Every time Master's fingers move! Nngh! S-so just this much— haah!"
Of course I had zero intention of listening. I pretended not to hear and slid my hand inside the thin panties.
"Hup?!"
Selena sucked in a sharp breath the moment my hand met her tightly closed outer lips.
Unlike the day after her first time, there was no stiff, swollen feeling — just a soft mound. I pressed it lightly, then parted the outer lips with my index and ring fingers.
"M-Masteeer! Nngh!"
Feeling the plump mound open, Selena dropped the fork she'd been holding and grabbed the hand buried in her panties.
That level of resistance couldn't stop me. My long middle finger slipped between the parted outer lips.
"Hyaang?!"
Past the mound, across the clean, unstretched inner lips, the finger pierced her entrance and entered the damp heat of her sex — and Selena's body convulsed hard.
I gently worked the passage that was squeezing my finger as if trying to wring it, and asked her,
"How is it? Does it hurt?"
Leaning back against me, Selena tipped her head high and answered in a lewd moan.
"Haang! I-it hurts! Nngh! S-so please—! Haang! Y-your hand—! Haaah!"
That is not the sound of someone in pain.
Anyone listening would have heard a voice drowning in pleasure. I silently called her on it and turned my head slightly — and found her beautiful face melting with bliss.
Eyes turned toward the distant sky.
Cheeks flushed red.
A mouth parted just enough to spill sweet moans.
A tongue peeking faintly between parted lips.
What snared my gaze most of all were those plump lips, wet with saliva and gleaming seductively, and the tongue writhing between them.
A kiss…
—Gulp.
We'd had sex twice already. I got a morning blowjob every day. And yet I had never once kissed her. The realization hit me so hard I couldn't tear my eyes from those pretty lips. Unconsciously I swallowed, and slowly, little by little, lowered my head.
The mouth spilling pleasure-soaked moans and my own drew closer. Selena's eyes, which had been turned to the sky, met mine — and I felt my heartbeat speeding up.
"?!"
The instant our gazes crossed, her large, lovely eyes, which had gone wide, carefully closed.
F-finally… a kiss…
It was almost funny, getting nervous over a kiss while freely fingering her and mauling her soft breasts — but my heart started pounding beyond any control, and then my lips touched hers, just barely parted.
—Chuu…
A soft, yielding sensation I'd never felt before. No bells rang the way people always describe, but something indescribable swelled in my chest, and I pulled Selena tighter into my arms.
"Nngh…"
She let out a lewd little whimper and, as if answering me, released the hand that had been gripping mine at her sex and wrapped it around my head instead.
Our joined lips pressed closer. My tongue, which had been wandering aimlessly near her mouth, brushed the tip of hers — faintly flavored with black raspberry — as it peeked out between her lips.
"Nngh!"
Selena's startled whimper and my own surprise at the unexpected contact made us both pull our tongues back — but a few breaths later, the two of them met again.
Tip to tip, exploring, touching and parting, over and over.
Then, as if neither of us could wait any longer, our tongues stretched long and slipped between each other's lips.
The slick flesh that tangled with mine and entered my mouth, tracing the inner membranes, the teeth, the gums — the strange, electric stimulation made me shudder, and my cock, swollen beyond control, thumped against Selena's back.
"Nngh…"
Feeling it against her spine, she let out another lewd whimper and smiled with her eyes. Something about that felt like losing, so I started working my fingers again — the ones that had forgotten how to move the moment our lips met — and stirred inside her.
"Nngh?!"
The resumed motion made Selena's eyes fly open, but she still couldn't stop my hand.
—Schlick… schlick…
—Chup… chuk… churp…
"Nngh! Nnnngh!"
Every time my fingers worked her sex, every time our tangled tongues moved between joined lips, the wet sounds that spilled out and stained the clearing did not stop — not until Selena's body, jerking and spilling sweet whimpers, finally went limp.