To Show You...
"To show you..." Idi's breasts, bigger than her tiny face, hung precariously from thin straps. The part that should have covered her pussy was just triangular strings instead of cloth, her pale pink folds poking through the open center. Her already stiff clit had swollen to the size of a finger joint, a drop of milky fluid like watered cream trembling at the tip.
Thanks to the hearty meals at the inn, Idi's tits had ballooned compared to what they'd been months ago in that abandoned castle. They were so enormous that even with a bit of side fat, her waist looked slim by contrast, making her hips stand out even more. If I hugged that pussy between her thighs, I'd get a full handful of ass too... No, what the hell am I thinking?
Her panties were blatantly indecent—just a waistband string and one vertical strip across her crotch, offering zero coverage as underwear. That crotch string especially dug deep into her slit, accentuating the groove. Black pubic hair like cock hair stuck out starkly from her pale crotch, and pussy juice was dripping long strings to the floor.
"Why're you quiet...? Do I look gross...?" In a timid whine, Idi cupped her tits from the sides and pushed them together. Droplets of milk splattered down.
"Bertrand... say something..."
Pussy juice beading on the floorboards...? What the fuck do you even call that...? Staring at the fluid, my mind blanked—no words came.
"Wh-what're you doing...?" I'm no eunuch; I knew exactly what Idi intended. But the question was really why the sudden boldness? Celereja or Hildeva, sure—but this gloomy black mage going full aggressive? Never saw it coming.
"Can't I do this...?" Sweat was already beading on her skin, wet strands of hair clinging to her sideburns and nape.
"We've done enough already... and we live together, so skipping this once feels weird... and... like, Pelle does this too... ah...!"
Idi clapped a hand over her mouth at the slip. Her tits jiggled, flinging a few drops forward.
Pelle...? Why the hell is that demon's name coming up? Did she put her up to this?
"S-so... maybe we should have a moment like this once in a while... um... I mean..."
Idi trailed off, dropping her head and scratching her scalp with both hands. A faint illusion of thick soap scent wafted from her sweaty armpits.
She mumbled something under her breath. I couldn't catch it, so no response—Idi shot me a sidelong glance and repeated clearer:
"F-fuck me..."
"What...?"
"Fuck me... y'know, put me on the bed under you, then you slide between my legs... and our bodies connect... um... how do I say it... what connects..."
"You serious?"
Idi nodded slowly, cradling her head. Her pussy juices melted like slime, pooling on the floor. Beads clung thick; squeezing them by hand would spray everywhere. Seeing her body and mind fully ready, I realized it was my call now.
I set the Holy Sword aside and approached slowly. Idi backed away, stepping in her own pussy puddle, retreating until her heels hit the bed and she tumbled ass-first onto it.
"Eek...!"
"Idi."
Sweat-soaked, she flinched and looked up. Seaweed-wet black hair, ghostly pale skin, overflowing busty flesh, droopy dark eyes shadowed with gloom. The mix of heated musk, faint sweat, and soap stung my nose alongside the sight—my cock was already reacting hard.
No more words needed. I undid my pants; my cock sprang free, a bead of precum splatting on her nosebridge.
"Ah..."
With precum smeared on her nose, she let out a dumb gasp. It trickled down her brow.
"Why's it... so... big...?"
"Smaller than a statue's."
"True, but... th-then... wha-what now...?"
"Suck it."
"Suck it...? I thought it went in the pussy, not the mouth..."
"Suck first, then pussy."
"O-okay...? Like this...?"
Idi parted her small lips, sticking out her tongue. I fed my cock into her mouth. She looked up questioningly, innocent yet slutty eyes making it twitch. Startled, she grabbed it with both hands.
"Now swirl your tongue around and bob your head."
"Mmmph..."
Her long tongue circled my cock, rubbing hard. Too long for her tiny mouth, the tip poked out past her lips, spinning wildly—insanely stimulating just to watch. After licking clean several times, she eased forward slowly.
My cock slid deeper; a groan escaped me unbidden. Her mouth was hot, sloppy with sweat and spit overflowing, drooling down her chin, lips gleaming slick. Even her palms were sweaty, bathing my shaft in her fluids alone.
"Glrk... glrk..."
Throat-fucking herself nearly to the hilt, tears welled as she gagged. Hunching with each retch, her tits bounced.
"Can you take more?"
No answer—instead, she hugged my ass, pulling me in till my cock choked her.
"Gack... hack...!"
Foamy spit bubbled at her lips. I gripped her nape, thrusting; piercing pleasure numbed my lower body.
"Mmph! Glrk!"
She thrashed to escape, but I couldn't stop. Ass bucking off the bed like sitting on a hot griddle, heels kicking, clawing my arms—yet sucking desperately.
"Guhk... kkh... guuuhk...!"
Coughing rough, precum leaked from her nose. Only then did I release her.
"Bleurgh... hurl...!"
Freed, she doubled over, puking thick strands of cum and spit onto the floor.
"Hahk... hahk... Bertrand..."
Wiping tears and snot, she panted.
"How was my mouth...? Felt good...? Not gross or dirty...? Mmph... whew... what if it hurt...? Shouldn't have put it in..."
"No, Idi. It was the best. Felt amazing."
"Hee... really...? First time... glad... so happy you like my mouth... was scared you'd hate it..."
Sweating buckets after deepthroating, she still belittled herself nonstop. I shoved her shoulders, toppling her onto the bed.
"Eh...?"
"Now I'll make you feel good."
Kneeling, I hoisted her thick thighs; nudging the juice-soaked string panties aside revealed her pussy. Juices streamed from the valley, soaking the wrinkled folds. Thick pussy musk hit like a wave—soap, sweat, and raw female scent dizzied me.
"N-nooo...! Don't... Bertrand...! That's dirty...!"
She tried clamping her legs; I pried them wider. Panicking, she sat up, pushing my head away.
"Stay still."
Snagging her wrists, I dove into her pussy.
"Hngah...! Weird...! Why eat there...! Hic... feels strange...!"
Salty-sweet juices coated my nose and chin; more gushed inside. Her thighs crushed my cheeks, slick with sweat sliding back and forth as she writhed.
"Hic...! Knew it...! Hah...! Should've shaved... ah... didn't know you'd... Pelle didn't teach this... waaah!"
She screamed mid-sentence.
"Others'll hear in the next room."
"Hep...!"
Hands clamped over her mouth. So cute—I ramped up.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
Short, sharp squeals; her body jolted in sync. Pussy gushing nonstop like broken.
Enough warmup. I slid a finger in.
"Wh-why fingers...! Ungh...!"
It clenched a third deep. Even two fingers barely moved in the vice grip. Still, her pussy drooled.
"Don't scrape... don't... gonna pee... feels like I'm gonna piss...!"
She begged, clutching my wrist. Wet squelches grew louder.
"W-wait... stop a sec... gotta pee... I'll come back and we continue... let me go bathroom... please let me piss...!"
"Piss here."
"Aaaah! Haaah...! Mmph...!"
Screaming uncontrollably, she released my wrist to muffle herself. Pussy spasming.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!!! Mmmmmmph!!!!!!"
Desperate to stay quiet, her back arched off the bed repeatedly. Suddenly, her pussy crushed my fingers like breaking them; hips bucked skyward, held by heels and shoulders, body shuddering rigid.
"Uuuuuh..."
She collapsed fetal, convulsing. Pussy squirting a puddle.
I grabbed her ankles, spreading wide. Still dripping.
"Now the cock."
"Scary..."
She whimpered, thighs quivering shut desperately.
"Idi... can't fuck like this."
"But it's scary... uuh... ah...! Got a good idea...!"
Idi formed a hand seal; black ropes lashed from everywhere, binding ankles, knees, wrists—Beldra's Curse Rope yanking legs apart, arms overhead.
"Now okay...?"
Trussed spread-eagle, pussy gaping.
"There... what're you waiting for...?"
"Yeah. Got it."
I mounted her monsoon-wet pussy.
"Uheeeng... Bertrand's in... inside me...!"
Cock and squirt everywhere.
"Not even pregnant, but milk's leaking."
"Dunno... never like this before..."
"Gonna milk you mornings instead of the cow."
"Don't say that...!"
"Moving now."
Cock plunging, tits flopping, pussy slurping.
"Idi."
"Hng... ungh... uuk...! Wh-what... Bertrand...?"
"You really Idi?"
"Y-yes... hah...! Work under Bertrand... eek...! Big-titted dummy... Idwild... that's me..."
Face flushed beet-red and soaked, grinning dopily—I hilted harder.
"Cumming...!"
"Hng...! Cum inside...!"
Cock pulsing, flooding her.
"Stop squeezing...!"
"Not squeezing... body does it on its own...!"
"Shouldn't cum inside..."
"Whyyy...? Where then...? Mouth...?"
"No... can get pregnant."
"Hee... then I'll have it... can't work with big belly... but don't toss me... 'cause it's your kid..."
"Not guaranteed. Don't worry... or get hopes up."
"Our kid's lucky... both mom and dad..."
"No, what..."
Already calling it "our kid" like we're married. Sigh... this dumb cow.
"Thirsty after moving."
"Yeah...? Lie here then..."
I rolled off atop her onto the bed. She straddled, shoving a nipple in my mouth.
"Ah... haa..."
"Ah."
Warm milk flooded sweet and gamey. Unique taste.
"Drink lots...!"
Milk dribbling down her tits.
"Hey Bertrand... when's Brione leaving...?"
"Dunno. Why? Bugging you?"
Lying beside, she hesitated, cheek on my side.
"Truth is... scared you'll hire Brione..."
"Me hire Brione?"
"Yeah... she's a mage, way more useful than me... so if she joins, maybe I get kicked... plus... you two like each other..."
"What?"
I chuckled. Gloomy cow overthinks everything. Silly worries.
But before explaining:
"Anyway, one more round?"
"Heek...? Again...?"
"Cock's ready."
Cock, pussy, squelch, repeat.
Bertrand and Idwild fucked like animals; outside, Brione pleasured herself alone.
Waiting at the bar till Bertrand never showed, she went looking—heard weird noises, peeked through the door crack, saw everything.
At first, rage. Bertrand falling for that loser black mage's seduction, her claiming his cock—but the raw scenes stirred forbidden thrill, defeat, base lust.
Unlike Brione's calculated sex for connections, they rutted purely on instinct, no strings—beastly mating. Unbidden, her pussy throbbed.
She undid her pants, plunging fingers deep. Peeking, listening, smelling their musk, she masturbated furiously.
Normally unthinkable voyeurism; biting her arm to stifle moans, her pants darkened with squirt. Fabric couldn't hold; juices dripped. Legs trembling near collapse, she endured, glued to the crack.
Now Bertrand railed the black mage's pussy. Brione's fingers matched pace.
"Nngh..."
Shudders racked her from spine to toes; biting harder, she crested.
Spent lust faded to crushing defeat—tears flowed. That filthy black mage...?
Grasping shaking legs, she stood, staggering down the hall clutching the wall.
Dawn breaking outside, we lay tangled, sweat-drenched like we'd been caught bed and all in a storm. Sheets soaked, squishing under us; our hair plastered like post-bath.
"Bertrand..."
Idi, pillowed on my arm, murmured blankly.
"Don't toss me away..."
"Won't. Why would I?"
"What if Brione works cheap... still don't toss me... I'd have to go back to the castle basement..."
"Said I won't."
"Promise... I'm scared... I'll bear your kid..."
I pinched her cheeks, forcing eye contact.
"No kid? Still won't toss you. Don't worry. I'll keep you at the inn, my responsibility."
"Really...? You'll do that...? Then I'll give milk every day... um... and..."
Mumbling, she grinned vacuously, kissing my ribs and chest.
"Oh, right... even if you do Della or Pelle, I won't get mad... but not Brione..."
"Why skip Marim?"
"Her... dunno...? She's shorter... your cock might poke through her gut...? Heehee... Marim's fine too..."
Telling her about Hildeva and Celereja would kill her.
"Bertrand... love this... always wanted... finally happened... so gooood..."
She clung tight, murmuring.
"But... don't you like Brione...? Saw you two fucking secretly back then..."
"Eh... that was just business. Don't sweat it."
"Heehee... Pelle was right... can fuck without love..."
"What the hell did that demon tell you...?"
Idi just giggled, nuzzling my side.
"Next time... from behind too..."
"How'd you know that's possible...? Pelle again?"
"No... first night at inn... dreamed you fucked my ass..."
"Yeah. We'll do it sometime. Morning prep now... no more."
We dragged ourselves up, dressed. Exiting, mysterious fluid puddled the hall.
"What the...? Someone spill?"
Sleepless night left me dazed at the bar; staff trickled down.
"Boss? What happened to your face?!"
Della gasped. Marim glanced, diagnosing some awful disease. Rear Pelle eyed knowingly, scoffed, headed kitchen—muttering:
"If you're gonna fuck, air it out at least... tsk."
Acting oblivious, but what'd she whisper to Idi?
"Hey! Bertrand!"
Brione stormed down, shrill. Face twisted to explode—but bit her lip, just glaring.
"What."
"Um... Bertrand..."
Idi shyly nudged her aside, stepping forward. Holy shit... the dummy body-checked Brione...?
Hero's essence glow? Her skin looked extra pale today. Eyes down, she offered a tin mug full of fresh-squeezed milk.
"Drink... milk..."
I eyed the suspicious white suspiciously.
"What kind of milk is this?"