Living However the Fuck (8)
When consciousness returned, I was lying in bed. My last memory was Piana's hand glowing, and after that, nothing. I tried to move my body, but my limbs wouldn't respond—sensation hadn't fully returned yet. So, keeping my eyes shut, I focused on my senses to gauge the situation.
Something heavy was pressing down on me. I heard wet smacking sounds in my ears, like someone savoring a meal. A musky scent tickled my nose—indescribable, unfamiliar. Something thick and sticky coated my mouth. I flicked my tongue out for a taste: sweet, with a salty finish, some bizarre flavor I couldn't place. What the hell is this...? Honey...?
Seeing is believing. To figure out what was happening, I slowly opened my eyes.
What loomed before me was pale white tinged with pink—something grotesquely shaped. Thick arms stretched out on either side, and where a head should be was a long, vertical slit instead of a mouth. Platinum pubic hair framed that slit, drool spilling from it, soaking my face and neck. So that was the liquid I'd tasted—the saliva from this monster.
No eyes on the thing. Just above the vertical maw, a wrinkled little hole—probably hiding an eyeball...? Never seen a monster like this before. What the hell is it? Wait... was Piana the monster? But only dragons can polymorph into humans, and why would a dragon sneak into our inn? And... what's with the smacking sounds? That mouth was drooling all over my face—did it have another one? What the fuck was it eating?! Where's Celereja? Don't tell me she got eaten already...?!
I thrashed desperately. My unresponsive limbs twitched to life, and the thing on top of me flinched, spewing even more drool and hot breath. That musky scent—it was coming from there.
"Ee-yah?"
Suddenly, the monster made a weird noise. But it didn't come from the slit in front of me—from below my waist. I kept twisting and bucking, craning my neck up.
And I damn near shit myself.
It wasn't a monster covering me—it was buck-naked Piana. Those "thick arms"? Her thighs. The vertical slit? Her pussy. The white "beard"? Her bush. And that wrinkled hole I thought was an eye? Her asshole...
So the drool pouring down my face... was pussy juice.
As sensation returned from my head downward, I realized the source of the smacking: Piana sucking my cock.
"What the fuck are you doing...? Where's Celereja...?"
"Pwah... The saintess is on the floor."
I glanced over. Celereja lay unconscious, rolled up in the blankets like a burrito on the bedroom floor. I tried to go to her, but Piana pinned me harder, immobilizing me.
"She's just passed out. Don't worry."
"Piana. Explain what's going on."
"Simple, right? I knocked you two out. And now we're rubbing up on each other like this."
Straight to the point. That's why I don't get it. How did you knock us out? That's what I want to know.
"Get off first. Let's talk face-to-face, seriously."
"No way. If I do, you'll kick me out. You think I'm stupid?"
Piana had been polite earlier that evening—now she was straight-up using banmal. Talking to her was giving me a headache.
"Fine... let's talk like this then... Who the hell are you? A mage?"
"A mage? Lame guess, Bertrand."
"What do you mean 'lame'? Who are you? Who knocks people out this easily? You're no ordinary human."
Instead of answering, Piana shoved my cock into her mouth. Soft lips and tongue worked my shaft and head with expert care, drawing an involuntary groan from me. Pleased with my reaction, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking deep and bobbing her head roughly up and down.
Pussy juice cascaded like a waterfall from between her legs, drenching my face, while her nipples ground against my lower belly. Those rock-hard little nubs drove me insane. Her mouth stroked the shaft, one hand kneaded my balls, the other teased my inner thigh. She was dead set on making me cum.
I couldn't hold back—shot straight down her throat. I heard her gulp it all down, throat bobbing clearly. Helplessly bound, forced to cum... it should've pissed me off, but her technique was so goddamn good I just trembled in ecstasy, mind blank.
Piana pushed the head deep into her throat for every last drop, lips brushing my balls as her tongue lapped underneath. With a wet schlorp-pop!, she pulled off, chuckling.
"Felt good, huh, Bertrand?"
"Hah... yeah, it did... now get off."
The intense orgasm restored my senses in a rush. I shoved Piana with all my strength.
Incredibly, she held firm. Worse, she clamped her thighs tighter, squeezing me harder.
Stronger than me...?! This woman wasn't human. A polymorphed dragon? No, even dragons aren't stronger than me...
"Now make me feel good?"
Piana ground her lower half against my face, hips swaying side to side. Her soaked pussy smeared juice across my lips, nose, cheeks. Feeling the hot, plump mound, I thought, Fine, since we're here—might as well eat.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and ass, pulling her down, burying my face in her crotch. Tongue and lips assaulted her most sensitive spots mercilessly.
"Hngah...!"
Piana's muffled moan came with a gush of juice flooding my mouth. Sweet as hell—I slurped it like fresh milk, tongue probing her entrance, labia folds, circling the exposed clit, lips nibbling gently.
She bucked her hips, grabbing my slick cock and stroking. Nose jammed between groin and balls, I hardened again. We devoured each other ravenously. The sweltering summer bed reeked of sweat, fluids, moans.
"Bertraaang...! Wait... just a sec...!"
I tormented her clit relentlessly; she couldn't take it, tried lifting her ass. But I yanked her waist down harder, thrusting my tongue deep inside.
Her pussy clenched, trapping my tongue. Asshole winked, back muscles tensed—then a fierce jet shot from her cunt.
"Hngah...! Hiiik...!"
Piana flopped like a fish out of water, squirting arcs that soaked my face and chest.
"Uuuuuh..."
She collapsed atop me, shuddering through her climax. I shoved her aside, sitting up. Dazed, she rolled off like a shrimp.
I wiped my squirted face with my palm.
"Ready to talk now? Who are you?"
"Uuu... give me a minute... body feels weird..."
No patience for that. Spying on me and Celereja was bad enough—now this forced orgasm? I grabbed her ankle, spreading her legs. She looked up, confused.
"Wha... what're you...?"
"Gonna torture you till you talk."
"Hek...?!"
My raging cock throbbed at her slutty display, slamming against her entrance. I thrust into her gaping, post-squirt pussy.
Her eyes widened; she thrashed to escape. But she couldn't muster her earlier strength—just flailed with her ankles in my grip.
"No strength... can't...!"
"Looks like cumming as a woman drained you. Tables turned."
"Nooo... getting mounted by Bertrand... forced to breed like an animal... might get knocked up...!"
"Who started this shit?!"
"Hngek...!"
I spread her legs wide, slamming balls-deep without mercy. Head hit her depths; she arched and bucked. I pinned her ankles, pistoning relentlessly, scraping her walls.
"Hngh! Haaah! No! Feels like my womb's getting yanked out!"
"Shut up!"
Piana raised her arms overhead, exposing her pits, biting her own forearm. I pinned her ankles to the bed, shoving my face into her pit. Musky female scent and taste—pure aphrodisiac.
"Hng! Hngh! Treated like a fucking beast...!"
Our groins slapped with sticky, intense friction. Her plush body, intoxicating smells, sounds, tastes—pushed me over the edge, flooding her pussy.
"Bertrand's baby batter... filling me up...!"
Her cunt clenched like a vice, milking every drop. I ground deep, pumping it all in.
"Hnnngh..."
Tears streamed down her face amid a long moan. Forced creampie? Pleasure? Whatever—she started it.
"Ready to answer now?"
"Not yet... how many more times till I spill...?"
Golden light flickered in her hand. She reached down, stroking my cum-soaked cock. It hardened instantly.
Holy power...?
"No more torture...? Or I won't talk..."
Curiosity and her brazenness fired me up. I plunged back in—and "tortured" her mercilessly for hours.
"Haaaah!!"
Piana's squirt arced through the air, splashing Celereja's face. I yanked away in horror. Thank fuck Celereja didn't stir.
Piana eyed her mischievously, hopped off the bed, and crawled over, hovering her ass over Celereja's face. Drips fell from her pussy.
"What the...!"
"Wanna try something fun?"
She positioned on all fours atop Celereja, pussy aimed at her face.
"Come here, Bertrand. Fuck me like this."
"No fucking way? Are you insane?!"
"Hurry. Aren't you curious? How it'd feel?"
Fucking over an unconscious saintess? Goddamn hot. I knelt behind Piana, gripping her swaying ass, shoving my head into her hole. Thick fluids oozed out, splattering Celereja's cheek.
"Here goes."
Piana backed onto me, riding reverse. Droplets flew onto Celereja. The sight made me blow my load prematurely—thick ropes streaked across Celereja's nose, cheek, lips.
"Aww, what a waste."
Piana spun, cupped Celereja's cheeks, leaned in. Eyes closed, tiny tongue lapped the cum from her face and lips.
"Sorry. But it felt too good."
Watching her kiss the passed-out saintess with my load—my cock surged rock-hard again. Piana licked her lips at the sight.
"See? Told you it'd be good."
Celereja slept like the dead. Even after Piana and I climaxed countless times, draining every drop, she didn't wake. Good thing—waking to us stacked like slugs? Who knows what she'd do.
Piana sprawled on the bed, panting. Her smooth, fish-like belly heaved, cum pooled in her navel trickling sideways.
"Still curious who I am...? We had fun—doesn't that count...?"
"Maybe. If you hadn't peeped and knocked us out, I wouldn't care."
"Hng... guess I have no choice... after tormenting me like this...?"
Piana smiled blissfully through sweat.
"I'm—"
Then Celereja—out cold till now—groaned and stirred. She wiped the fluids from her face, grimaced.
"Ugh. Smells... what the hell...?"
She blinked at me and Piana side-by-side on the bed, utterly baffled.