Piana's Voracious Awakening
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When consciousness returned, I was lying in bed. My last memory was Piana's hand glowing with light. Nothing after that. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't respond—sensations hadn't fully returned yet. So I kept my eyes shut and focused on my senses to gauge the situation.
Something heavy was pressing down on me. My ears caught wet smacking sounds, like someone savoring a delicious meal. A lewd scent tickled my nose—indescribable, utterly unfamiliar. My mouth was coated in a thick, sticky fluid. I flicked my tongue out for a taste: sweet, with a salty finish, some mysterious tang.
What the hell is this...? Honey...?
Seeing is believing. To figure out my predicament, I slowly opened my eyes.
What loomed before me was something white with a pinkish hue, bizarrely shaped. Thick "arms" extended left and right, and where a head should be was a long vertical slit instead of a mouth. Platinum chin hairs framed it, drool pouring out, soaking my face and neck. That liquid I'd tasted? The monster's saliva.
No eyes on the thing. Just above the slit, a wrinkled little hole—probably where the eyeball hid...? Never seen a monster like this before. What the fuck is it? No way... Piana's the monster? But only dragons polymorph into humans, and why would a dragon sneak into our inn? And... what's with the smacking? The mouth's drooling over my face, so another mouth somewhere? What the hell is it eating?! Where's Celereja? Don't tell me she got devoured already...?!
I thrashed desperately. My unresponsive limbs twitched to life, and the thing on top flinched, gushing even more drool and hot breath. That lewd scent? Coming from there.
"Ee-ya-ah?"
Suddenly, it made a weird noise—but not from the slit in front of me. From below my waist. I kept writhing and craning my neck up. And I freaked the fuck out.
It wasn't a monster covering me. It was Piana. Those thick "arms"? Her thighs. The vertical "mouth"? Her pussy, lips spread wide, clit peeking like a hard little bean, platinum pubes framing it. As sensation flooded back from my head to limbs, I realized the source of the smacking: Piana slurping noisily on my cock, lips and tongue working it with expert devotion.
"What the fuck are you doing...? Where's Celereja...?"
"Puhah... The saintess is on the floor."
I glanced over. Celereja lay unconscious, rolled up in the blanket on the bedroom floor. I tried to reach 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. Now we're grinding bodies like this."
Straight to the point. That's why I don't get it. How did you knock us out?
"Get off first. Let's talk face-to-face, seriously."
"No way. You'll kick me out if I do. You think I'm stupid?"
Piana, who was polite at dinner, was straight-up using banmal now. Talking to her was giving me a headache.
"Fine... let's talk like this then... Who the hell are you? A mage?"
"A mage? Disappointing, Bertrand."
"What do you mean disappointing...? Who are you? Who knocks people out this easily? You're no ordinary human."
Instead of answering, Piana deepthroated me. Soft lips and tongue lavished my shaft with meticulous sucks and licks. She hummed approval at my reaction, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, her pussy drooling juices onto my face. Her clit throbbed like a rigid little nub. She was dead serious, movements deliberate and intense.
I couldn't hold back. I erupted, pumping cum down her throat. Powerless, bound by her thighs, it should've pissed me off—but her technique was too good. She milked every last drop.
"Feel good, Bertrand?"
"Hoo... Yeah, it did... Now get off."
Sensation surged back instantly. I shoved Piana with all my strength. Shockingly, she held firm. Worse, she clamped her thighs tighter, squeezing and lifting me.
Stronger than me...?! She's no human. A polymorphed dragon? Even then, not stronger than me...?
"Now make me feel good?"
She ground her dripping pussy against me. Fine, in for a penny, in for a pound. I grabbed her thighs, buried my face in her slick folds, and plunged tongue and lips in.
"Haaah...!"
Piana's pussy clenched, flooding my mouth with her nectar. She bucked her hips wildly. We devoured each other ravenously.
"Bertraaand...! Wait... just a sec...!"
I doubled down relentlessly. Suddenly—
"Hyuung! Hiiik...!"
Piana flopped like a fish out of water, thrashing on me, drenching my face and chest.
"Uuuuuh...!"
Long after, she collapsed atop me, shuddering. I shoved her aside, sat up. She rolled off like a shrimp, curling up.
I wiped my face with my palm. "Ready to talk now? Who are you?"
"Uuu... Give me a minute... body feels weird..."
No time for that. Peeping wasn't enough—you force this on us and expect patience? I grabbed her by the pussy lips.
She looked up, confused. "Wha... what're you...?"
"Torture till you spill."
"Heek...?!"
Her vulgar display fueled my rage. I fingered her roughly. Her pussy gaped, ruined and slack. Eyes widening, she struggled to escape—but couldn't muster strength, just flailed with ankles gripped.
"No strength... can't move..."
"Completely drained, huh? Tables turned."
"Nooo... Bertrand's gonna ruin me... like a beast..."
"Who started this shit?!"
"Hyeek...!"
I yanked her ankles, slammed into her pussy.
"Haat! Haaak! No! Fuck!"
"Shut up!"
She threw arms overhead; I bit her forearm hard. Gripping ankles, I pounded mercilessly.
"Hng! Hngk! Fuck! I'm being handled...!"
Her massive, plush tits bounced. Everything overwhelmed me, driving me to the brink uncontrollably. I unloaded deep inside.
"Bertrand's cum...!"
Piana milked me dry. I kept going.
"Huuuuuuh...!"
She wailed long moans, tears streaming. Crying? Whatever—she started it.
"Ready to answer now?"
"Not yet... how many more till I confess...?"
Golden light flickered in her hand—holy power?—she reached down, touched her pussy, regained strength, and pounced again.
"No more torture...? Or I won't talk..."
Curiosity and her brazenness fired me up. I obliged, mercilessly "torturing" her for hours.
"Haaak!!"
Piana squirted, splattering Celereja's face. I recoiled in horror. Luckily, Celereja stayed out. Piana smirked mischievously, hopped off bed, approached her on all fours—ass over Celereja's face.
"What the fuck...!"
"Wanna try something fun?"
She dripped juices onto Celereja's face.
"Come on, Bertrand. Lick it clean."
"No, fuck off? Are you insane?!"
"Hurry. Aren't you curious? Her pussy tastes divine."
Crazy bitch... facesitting an unconscious saintess? Tempting as hell. I climbed down, spread Piana's ass, dove in tongue-first. She moaned sluttily, grinding back. Droplets hit Celereja's cheeks.
"There, clean it up."
Piana spun, shoved her pussy onto Celereja's lips, lapping her own mess. I throbbed hard. More juices trailed down Celereja's nose, cheeks, lips.
"Aww, what a waste."
Piana turned, licked it off Celereja's tongue.
"Sorry. But it feels too good."
"See? Told you it'd be good."
Celereja slept like the dead through our depravity. Lucky—if she woke to us defiling her face, god knows what she'd do.
Piana sprawled on the bed, glistening with sweat and fluids.
"Still curious who I am...? We had fun— isn't that enough...?"
"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, I gotta tell...?"
Piana smiled blissfully, sweat-slicked, and opened her mouth.
"I am..."
Then Celereja groaned, stirring groggily. She wiped her face, grimaced.
"Ugh. This smell... what the...?"
She blinked at me and Piana side-by-side on the bed, utterly baffled.