A Fleeting Rebellion
Our pussies locked together. With every movement, our clinging mucous membranes rubbed against each other, spreading a sweet, melting sensation. It was our first time trying this, but it was a highly satisfying attempt. Moreover, the place where we felt pleasure was the exact same spot. Knowing that Carmel was feeling the very same sensation I was experiencing right now gave me a sense of unity, as if we had truly become one body.
"Mother... ngh... I'm going to move a bit more..."
"Yes... ah, hnnh..."
Carmel also seemed completely lost in the pleasure of our wet folds rubbing together. I began to slowly move my hips back and forth. I wasn't used to using my own hips to derive pleasure. While I was accustomed to using my hands or tongue... rubbing against the exact spot I wanted was harder than I thought.
"S-Sera... s-should I do it...?"
"You, Mother?"
"Let me... try moving..."
Carmel slowly pushed herself up, reversing our positions. Looking down at me with a burning gaze, she somehow seemed different from usual. It was desire. In the way she looked at me, I could sense something similar to how I looked at her—a deep, ravenous lust. And then, Carmel began to move her hips.
"...Ah...!"
A sensation so intense that it made the previous pleasure seem like a joke washed over me. Carmel's soft folds completely enveloped my exposed, sensitive flesh, grinding against me while maintaining maximum contact.
"W-Wait a moment, Mother... ah...!"
Carmel's hip movements were incredible. Was it because I had put her body through so much training until now? She had reached an impressive level of mastery when it came to using her body in such a depraved manner. Bombs of pleasure detonated inside me without a single moment to breathe. Carmel even wore a triumphant smirk on her lips.
"Your face is completely flushed, Sera. Fufu, does it feel good?"
"Don't get... c-cocky just because you're good at rubbing your pussy... hngh, ah...!"
Just moments ago, I had been in absolute control. Even now, once we stepped off this bed, our relationship would return to normal. For the next three days, Carmel was destined to be played with as my toy. But right now, in this very moment as our wet slits ground together, I was pinned beneath her.
"Hnnh... if you feel like you're going to cum, you can let go anytime, Sera... fufu, this mother of yours will watch over you. Cry cutely for me as you come."
"Ngh...!"
Getting so smug just because she gained a tiny bit of leverage...! Carmel's hands slid over mine, intertwining our fingers. As she locked our hands together in a tight grip, I found myself completely unable to escape her. And then, Carmel began to move her hips with earnest intensity. As if everything before had been mere child's play, she twisted her lower body in an incredibly lewd rhythm.
"Ah... hngh...!"
My hands squeezed hers of their own accord. I didn't want to let Carmel know just how close I was, but in this situation, I had no choice. Wearing an even more seductive, victorious smile, Carmel ruthlessly ravaged my pussy.
"Haah, Sera, hngh... in the end, you're such an easy girl too. Fufu, I love seeing you try so hard to hold it in."
The most frustrating part was that it felt incredibly good. It wasn't just the physical pleasure radiating from my clit and folds. The sudden reversal of our power dynamic, the way her hips swayed so dirtily just to bring me to ecstasy, and her smug, arrogant smile—I hated all of it, yet I loved it so much.
"S-Stop... ngh, Mother... do you really think... hngh... you'll get away with... haah... doing this to me?"
"What was that? I can't hear you over your sweet moans. Fufu, be honest with me, Sera."
Damn it... It was infuriating. It was infuriating, but it felt so good. I was starting to wonder if the frustration itself was what made it feel this amazing. That was why I couldn't pull away.
"Ngh... haah..."
Lewd moans were slipping from Carmel's lips as well. Of course, in this position, there was no way I was the only one feeling it. Carmel's pussy was fundamentally weak. She was undoubtedly holding back with all her might just to maintain her sense of superiority. In that case... I blinked my tear-filled eyes and spoke.
"M-Mother... ah... I want to c-cum... Please make your Sera cum... hngh, I-I beg of you..."
My voice was plaintive, sounding completely defeated. Hearing it, Carmel didn't answer. Instead, her gaze grew a little predatory. It is the nature of a predator to become more aggressive when its prey reveals a weakness. Carmel's eyes, locked onto me, looked as if they were on fire.
"Sera..."
The friction between our wet folds grew even faster. Both the intensity and the speed were steadily climbing. She was genuinely trying to break me. I began to move my hips slightly in sync with her rhythm. As I did, the wave of pleasure washing over me swelled larger and larger. Surely, the same was happening to Carmel. Amidst the swirling vortex of ecstasy, Carmel's face descended toward mine. She was leaning in to claim my lips. It was exactly what I wanted.
"Mmph...!"
Almost simultaneously with our kiss, an explosive orgasm erupted inside me. It felt as if all the strength was draining from my limbs, replaced by a maddening, overflowing ecstasy. It was as though every single nerve in my body had been rewired solely for pleasure. Of all the orgasms I had experienced since coming to this world, this was by far the most exquisite. Carmel was coming just as hard. The smug composure she had used to taunt me just moments ago was completely gone from her face. While our lips were locked, her tongue slipped limply into my mouth, as if drained of all strength. This was my only chance. Summoning every ounce of will, I forced my trembling body up and flipped Carmel over, pinning her beneath me.
"Ngh, S-Sera...?"
Carmel was a disheveled, beautiful mess. Looking up at me with a face still flushed from the afterglow of her climax, she looked incredibly slutty. I was probably in a similar state, but when it came to mental fortitude, I held the upper hand. Even if we had both just come, Carmel was the type who easily succumbed to pleasure.
"You really... haah, you really dared to say... ngh... such insolent words to me..."
"W-Wait... t-that was just in the heat of the moment... Besides... y-you enjoyed it too...!"
"Be quiet..."
With a trembling hand, I thrust my fingers deep into Carmel's wet slit. Her pussy, still throbbing from the afterglow of her climax, reacted with extreme sensitivity to the penetration.
"H-Hyeaaah...! W-Wait, you said you wouldn't use your fingers... ngh, ah...!"
"Haa, haah... I changed... my mind. Because of you, Mother..."
"Ngh... w-wait... not there... I just came... hngh, ahnn...!"
I moved my inserted fingers without a shred of mercy. Violently, I ruthlessly gouged at the exact sweet spot where Carmel was most sensitive.
"For starters... cum again..."
"Ngh... hngh, aaaah...!"
Carmel came again while still trapped in the afterglow of her previous climax. She seemed to be feeling it even more intensely than I had anticipated. Was it because she was still drunk on the pleasure of having temporarily dominated me? Or was she turned on by the sudden counterattack? Either way, it didn't matter.
"Haah, hngh, aah..."
Carmel's legs were spread wide in a vulgar display. Hit by a consecutive climax right after her first, she was left completely defenseless. But I had no intention of stopping here. Keeping my fingers moving inside her, I brought my left hand to her clitoris. The sensitive bud was already fully exposed and swollen to a plump size, making it incredibly easy to pinch. The moment my fingers brushed against it, Carmel's body flinched. This time, as I thrust my fingers deep inside her, I pinched and twisted her clit with force. Her body shuddered violently as gushes of wetness squirted from her pussy.
"Hngh... ah, w-wait... I don't want to cum anymore... No more... p-please let me rest for just a second...!"
"Haah, haah... No..."
Coldly rejecting Carmel's desperate plea, I began to flick her clitoris. Without a hint of mercy, I pushed her straight toward the edge of another precipice.
"Ngh, aaaaah...!"
Having come three times—or perhaps even more—in such a short span, Carmel was completely drenched in pleasure. There didn't seem to be a single part of her body that wasn't trembling with sensitivity. It was as if her entire being had been transformed into one giant erogenous zone. I slid the hand that had been teasing her clit slightly higher, resting it on her finely shivering lower abdomen—right over her womb.
"H-Hyeaaah..."
Realizing what I was about to do, Carmel trembled weakly and tried to squirm away from me. But her attempt to escape was feebler than that of a newborn infant. Instead of holding her down, I simply pressed down firmly on her lower abdomen.
"Hgyaaah...!"
Her pussy reacted instantly. As if it had been eagerly waiting for my touch, Carmel's womb readily welcomed my deep massage—even if she herself would never admit it.
"Hngh, ah... ngh... ah...!"
With every firm press against her womb, her vaginal walls clamped down tight. Lacking even the strength to flee, Carmel stared helplessly at her own body, which had been reduced to a mere toy, her face crumpled in tears. And then, without any warning, she came yet again.
"Hngh... my womb...! Ah...! I'm coming... again, again, again...!"
The accumulated pleasure had long since breached her threshold, leaving her in a state where she could climax at any second. It seemed as though she came with every single stir of my fingers inside her.
"Phew..."
Sprawled with her legs vulgarly wide open and spraying her juices, Carmel looked so utterly depraved that no one would ever believe she was a queen. Of course, I was the one who had made her this way. Watching her like this, my irritation finally began to subside. Now she knew exactly who was on top. But as a sudden thought crossed my mind, I scratched the back of my head.
'Ah, right. I was actually planning on letting her rest today...'