The Black Mage's Bold Advance (9)
"I wanted to show you..."
Idi's breasts—bigger than her petite face—hung precariously from thin straps. Instead of fabric covering her nipples, triangular strings framed them, leaving the pale pink tips poking through the gaps. Already hardened, those nipples had swollen to the size of a finger joint, with milky droplets like watered cream trembling at their peaks.
Thanks to the hearty meals at the inn, her chest had ballooned compared to the scrawny wreck I'd seen in that abandoned castle months ago. So massive now that even with a bit of side fat, her waist looked cinched by comparison, making her hips flare out all the more dramatically. If I buried my face between those thighs and hugged tight, I'd probably get a full armful all the way to her ass...No, what the hell am I thinking?
Her panties were nothing but two strings—one around the waist, the other slicing vertically across her crotch—utterly useless as underwear, blatantly obscene. That crotch string especially dug deep between her pubic mound, emphasizing the cleft even more. Sticky fluid stretched in long strands from the slit, dripping to the floor. Her pubic hair was jet-black like her head hair, standing out starkly against her pale thighs, making the whole sight incredibly lewd.
"Why aren't you saying anything...? Do I look gross...?"
In a voice thick with insecurity, Idi cupped her breasts from the sides and pushed them together. The droplets clinging to her nipples plopped down in response.
"Bertrand... say something, please..."
Milk...? Breast milk...? What the hell do you even call that? Staring at the pearly beads hitting the floorboards, my mind blanked completely.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
I'm no eunuch; I knew exactly what she was getting at. But the real question was why the sudden move. Celereja or Hildeva, sure—but this total shut-in black mage pulling something this bold? Never crossed my mind.
"I can't do this...?"
Sweat was already beading on her skin, damp strands of hair sticking to her sideburns and nape.
"I've gotten to know you pretty well, Bertrand... and we live together, so skipping this once feels weird, and... um... like, if Pelle does it too... ah...!"
Idi clapped a hand over her mouth at the slip. Her breasts jiggled with the motion, sending a few spurts of milk forward.
Pelle? Why the hell is that demon's name coming up here? Did she put her up to this?
"S-so... maybe having a moment like this once in a while wouldn't be bad... um, I mean..."
Unable to finish, she hung her head and scratched at her scalp with both hands. A faint illusion of thick soap scent wafted from her sweaty underarms.
She mumbled something under her breath. I couldn't catch it, so I didn't respond. She shot me a sidelong glance and repeated it clearer.
"F-fuck me..."
"What...?"
"Fuck me... you know, put me on the bed under you, then you come between my legs... and we rub our bodies together... um... what do you call it... what exactly rubs...?"
"You serious?"
At my question, she clutched her head and nodded slowly. The sticky strand dangling from between her thighs melted like slime, forming a small puddle on the floor. Milk beaded on her nipples and areolas, ready to spray in arcs if squeezed.
Seeing her body and mind fully primed, I realized it was my call now. I set the Holy Sword aside and approached her slowly. She backed away, stepping in her own fluids, until her heels hit the bed and she tumbled onto it with a thud.
"Eep...!"
"Idi."
Drenched in sweat, she flinched and looked up at me. Seaweed-matted black hair, ghostly pale skin, overflowing flesh on her chest, those gloomy dark eyes drooping at the corners. The mix of heated flush, faint sweat, and soap teased my senses visually and olfactorily—my body was already responding.
No more words needed. I undid my pants, and my thick, rigid cock sprang free, slapping against her nose.
"Ah..."
With my shaft resting on her nose, she let out a dumb little gasp. Clear, viscous precum trickled from the tip, sliding down her forehead.
"Why... why is it so... b-big...?"
"Smaller than a statue's, though."
"True, but... th-then... wh-what now...?"
"Put it in your mouth and suck."
"S-suck it...? I thought you put it between the legs, not the mouth..."
"Mouth first, then between the legs."
"O-okay...? Got it..."
She parted her small lips and stuck out her tongue. I pushed the glans into her open mouth. She suckled obediently and looked up with questioning eyes.
That innocent-yet-lewd gaze made my shaft twitch violently. Startled, she grabbed the base and balls with both hands.
"Now swirl your tongue around and bob your head back and forth."
"Mmmph..."
Her long tongue rolled powerfully over the glans in circles. It was too lengthy for her tiny mouth; the tip poked out past her lips, swirling around the shaft-glans join in a sight that was insanely stimulating.
After licking it clean a few times, she eased her head forward. The shaft slid in gradually, drawing an involuntary groan from me. Her mouth was scorching and soaked—not just sweat, but saliva too. As it filled, excess drool overflowed, dribbling to the floor; her lips glistened slickly. Her sweaty palms gripped my balls, drenching my groin in her sweat and spit.
"Guhk... glrk..."
With nearly the whole length down her throat, tears welled as she gagged. Each retch pressed her tongue and lips harder against me.
"Can you take more?"
In answer, she wrapped her hands around my ass, yanked me in, forcing the root past her lips. Her nose mashed into my lower belly; hot nasal breath washed over me.
"Gack...! Guhuk...!"
Foamy spit bubbled at her mouth amid the agonized gags. I seized her head and thrust deep. The glans breached her throat's resistance, sucked into the tight passage beyond.
The vise-like squeeze broke me—I unloaded the first shot. Piercing pleasure numbed my lower body.
"Mmph! Glrk!"
Semen flooded her throat; she thrashed to escape, but mid-orgasm, I couldn't let go until I was spent. She bucked her hips off the bed like sitting on a hot griddle, kicking and clawing at my arms desperately. At the same time, a thin stream jetted from between her thighs, soaking my shin.
"Kkh...! Kk...! Kkuuhk...!"
Coughing violently around the buried cock, semen leaked from her nose. Only after wringing the last drop into her narrow esophagus did I release her.
"Blergh...! Hurk...!"
Freed, she doubled over, retching violently. A thick mix of spit and cum poured from her mouth to the floor.
"Hahk... hahk... Bertrand..."
She wiped tears and snot, panting raggedly.
"How was my mouth...? Feel good...? Not gross or dirty...? Mmph... haa... or did it hurt? What if it did because of this...? Shouldn't have put it in my mouth then..."
"No, Idi. It was the best. Felt incredible."
"Hee... really...? First time and all... good thing... so glad you like my mouth... was so worried you'd hate it..."
Sweating buckets, servicing me eagerly, delivering mind-blowing pleasure—and still she degraded herself endlessly. I shoved her shoulders, toppling her onto the bed.
"Wha...?"
"Now I'll make you feel good."
Kneeling, I hoisted her legs. Her plump thighs parted, exposing her precious place in raw detail. I shoved the wedged thong aside; amid the jet-black bush, flushed inner folds overflowed like a flooded valley. Slick lube poured ceaselessly, welcoming invasion—trickling along the creases, past her dainty pink anus, soaking the sheets dark.
Face buried between her thighs, her thick feminine musk hit like a wave. Soap, faint sweat, and raw pussy scent dizzied my head.
"N-nooo...! Don't... Bertrand...! That's dirty...!"
She tried clamping her legs shut in panic, but I pried them wider. Panicking further, she sat up, hands shoving at my head.
"Stay still."
Snagging her wrists, I plunged my tongue into her deepest depths.