The Night Is Long, Hang In There, Selena
“Hnnngh!!!”
Selena let out a high, keening cry utterly different from the intermittent moans that had come before, clutching my head tight as her body convulsed.
I felt the warm fluid spill over the hand pressed to her pussy, felt the walls clamp far tighter and writhe violently, felt the tongue that had been thrashing inside my mouth go stiff and tremble. Knowing she had plunged into climax, I gently worked the frantically contracting and relaxing walls while wrapping my tongue around that stiffened flesh.
I kept up the still-awkward aftercare until the spasms of the body in my arms finally subsided. Only when I felt her go completely limp did I slowly lift my head.
Lips that had been locked together for so long parted, trailing several strands of saliva, and the two intertwined tongues came into view. The lips continued to separate; around the moment the stretched saliva broke, the tangled tongues slipped free. Between the regretfully twitching tips a single sticky thread stretched. When I drew my tongue back, the strand snapped and fell onto Selena’s tongue. I watched the saliva slide weakly along that limp tongue deep into her mouth, then simply admired the face that remained beautiful even melted in pleasure, waiting for the fainted girl whose head rested on my shoulder to wake.
“Haaah…”
A short while later a small moan escaped her and consciousness returned. Selena blinked several times, eyes that had been rolled upward, then turned her head aside to avoid my gaze.
“You said I hadn’t finished eating… You said it hurt…”
Right up until the real act began she had been lively—hell, she had even taken the lead for most of the opening—yet the moment the heat rose she became endlessly shy. Looking at that Selena I let out a quiet snort of laughter, pulled the finger still buried inside her free, and held it up in front of her blushing, whining face.
“I’m a little sorry for interrupting your meal… but no matter how I look at it, you didn’t seem to be in pain. What do you think?”
Middle finger thickly coated in sticky love juices. Palm glistening with clear fluid. Confronted with the proof that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself, Selena said nothing and only averted her eyes. I brought the hand back in front of her face, pressed thumb and middle finger together, then pulled them apart.
“Hmm? What’s this, then?”
Seeing the sticky, lewd strand stretch between thumb and finger, Selena let out a shallow whimper and dropped her head—then suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed my middle finger whole.
Slurp! Suck! Schlick!
The sudden sensation of her tongue coiling around the finger sucked between plump lips, of moist mucous membrane clinging, startled me so badly I yanked my hand free.
“Hup—! Wh-what are you doing all of a sudden?!”
Barely holding back an undignified moan, I demanded an answer. Saliva still trailing between her lips and my finger, Selena answered with shameless boldness.
“I-it’s spit. There’s only spit on it. Wh-why? This has nothing to do with me being in p-pain.”
Watching her destroy the evidence of her own pleasure and brazenly play dumb was both absurd and adorable. I laughed as I asked,
“So—did you hate it?”
Given the state she had just been in, she couldn’t bring herself to claim she had hated it. Selena chewed her lip, then answered in a tiny voice.
“Th-the kiss… was good…”
I pressed the shyly answering girl again.
“Just the kiss?”
“M-Master holding me tightly was good too…”
Still not giving me what I wanted, I asked once more.
“Anything else?”
“Um… th-that… swallowing the saliva that flowed in when we k-kissed… felt g-good too…”
Looks like I wasn’t going to hear it. Well, she had even sucked the love juices off my finger rather than admit it—of course she wouldn’t say the rest. Judging that getting the red-eared Selena to confess her pussy had felt good was hopeless, I stopped the questions.
“So those things felt good. Got it. I’ll remember. Now finish your dinner.”
“Haa…”
The moment the interrogation ended she let out a sigh of relief and reached for the cooled meat—then carefully asked,
“Th-then we’re done for today?”
What was she talking about?
“No way. We haven’t even started yet.”
“Th-that…”
I leaned in and whispered into the ear of the pouting girl in a thoroughly lecherous voice.
“I told you earlier. We’re going all night. Eat up properly.”
“Hieek…”
The voice tickling her ear made her flinch and moan, yet she still pecked away at the meat in the bowl she had never once let go of even while panting through climax. Perhaps because of the words “all night,” she finished every last scrap of the meat that must have been tasteless by now. As she began clearing the dishes I stood and walked over to the large tree behind the “human sapling.”
After stowing the utensils in the pack, Selena approached hesitantly, head bowed, and glanced at the completely motionless “human sapling.”
“M-Master, why did you come here? Y-you’re not thinking of… right? Right?”
That was exactly what I was thinking of. Pointing to the tree broad enough to lean against while sitting, I said,
“Bend over.”
“M-Master. Wh-what if it wakes up? L-let’s go to the sleeping bag. I-I’ll do everything Master wants all night inside the sleeping bag. Okay?”
Her earnest expression almost softened me for a second. I steeled myself and repeated,
“No. The moonlight hits best right here.”
Realizing I would never change my mind, Selena hung her head and walked to the tree.
“Lower your upper body and stick your butt out a little more. That’s it. Yeah. Perfect.”
Once her torso was parallel to the ground I rolled up the long robe that reached her ankles. Sleek calves, firm thighs, and the panties covering her crotch and ass appeared one after another under the moonlight. Hooking the hem at her slender waist, I grinned lecherously at the panties whose center—especially dark with moisture—clung tightly to bare skin, fully outlining the plump mound beneath.
“Hehe…”
My laugh made Selena’s body flinch with unease. I gently stroked her ass to soothe her, then slowly drew the panties down over her hips. Around the time my hand passed her thighs, the center that had clung stubbornly to her pussy finally peeled away, trailing several sticky strands.
“Mm… it does look a little… swollen.”
Not as red and puffy as the day after she had lost her virginity, but still faintly swollen. When I muttered that while examining the mound, Selena spoke in a rush.
“R-right? I-it hurt a little. S-so…”
“Okay. Got it. I won’t use this.”
Abandoning the plan to shove my cock into her pussy, I finished pulling the panties off her thighs.
“Hnn…”
Feeling the night breeze brush her wet folds, Selena let out a shallow moan. After freeing the panties from both feet I lightly tapped her slightly spread legs.
“Close your legs a bit.”
Not knowing what I intended, she hesitantly pressed her thighs together as ordered. Watching those firm, fat-free thighs meet without a gap, I stood, yanked pants and underwear down together, and freed the cock that had been ready for some time.
Tch. I really did want to put it in her pussy…
I had only moments ago decided not to force a cock several times thicker than a finger into that swollen-looking entrance, so I couldn’t very well fuck her pussy now. Swallowing the regret, I started toward her face—then spotted the dense, clean wrinkles nestled between her bouncy cheeks.
Th-that is…
Gulp.
The excretory organ I had violated countless times in games, the one I had vaguely dreamed of experiencing someday while watching extreme creations—seeing it in the flesh, I unconsciously swallowed and, as if possessed, reached toward those clean folds.
“Hnn?! M-Master?! Th-there?!”
The instant my finger touched the wrinkles Selena cried out in shock, but it was nowhere near enough to stop the hand already pressing into her anus. When I gave no reaction she poured out words in a panic.
“I-is it because I called you a pervert earlier? Th-that was a j-joke! I-I didn’t really think Master was a pervert, okay? S-so please not there—?! Hyaak?!”
Of course none of it reached me. The moment one knuckle sank into the tight ring, a sharp cry of ecstasy rang across the clearing.
Ah… so this is the grip of an anus…
Savoring a strange tightness I had never felt in my life—utterly different from a pussy—I slowly pushed the finger deeper. Selena’s slender waist trembled violently as she cried out.
“P-please, Master! Below that… th-that… y-you can use my p-pussy so please pull it out! As much as you want! I-I’ll take it all night with my p-pussy so please!”
Hearing her finally utter the word “pussy” she had so stubbornly avoided snapped my spirit free of the anus’s spell. I weighed whether to continue exploring this unknown organ or to push the cock shivering in the cold into her cozy pussy.
Hmm… after all… well…
Finishing the short deliberation, I spoke to the trembling girl in a gentle voice.
“No. I can’t torment a place that hurts. And we’ll have to do anal sex eventually, so we should loosen it up in advance.”
Ah. Of course, it wasn’t because she had called me a pervert during the day that I chose this. Probably?