A B-Rank Hero Goes Into Heat on a Commercial Shoot and Begs for Cock♥ (2)
Haa…
He'd already sunk in to the hilt, and still the thought of doing it here made him balk. A normal person wouldn't. They weren't a pair of rutting animals, and the fact that he was doing this in the middle of a schedule left a sour little knot of self-loathing in his chest.
Squeeze—
He held still for a moment, the head of his cock bearing down on her womb, and her walls answered by clamping tight around him.
"Hurryyy… hurry and fuck meee…"
She murmured it, letting her cunt say the rest. If their voices carried outside, they were finished, so a whisper was as far as she dared go.
"……"
Snap.
Watching her, the last thread of reason he'd been clinging to finally gave. Arang had been wavering between raw want and some notion of ordinary sex, but her lovesick pleading shoved him hard onto the side that just wanted to fuck. Without that finishing blow from her, he might never have gotten this worked up at all.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
"Nngh… hnnngh… hyaat…♥"
The moment he started driving in for real, pounding her womb flat, broken moans spilled out of her. One hand was clamped desperately over her mouth, though, so almost nothing ought to leak past the dressing room — not unless someone walked in.
About an hour and a half until the shoot… better to finish this as fast as I can.
He didn't see much point in holding his orgasm back. Ordinarily he had at least some feel for pacing himself so they could come together, though "together," in his book, meant the big climax, not the little ones.
What the hell am I even doing…
If that leopard woman had seen this, she would have gone white. No — white wouldn't have covered it. She might have tried to tear him apart where he stood.
Right. This is work. Nothing more.
If word got out that the Hero assigned to the job had gone into heat, it would not blow over quietly. Image was everything in a Hero's line of work, and Angel, few as they were, still had fans. That only made it matter more.
Thud, thud! Thud!!!
He kept working his hips, slamming his cock in. Her womb stayed soft and yielding under the bullying of his glans until, at a certain moment, it met him like a proper kiss — and that was the real timing for a climax. A mid-climax, if he had to name it, sitting between the small ones and the great one. About the size of orgasm most people ever reached. Even that, right now, had to be an enormous shock to her.
"Hup… hnngh… hnnn—!"
Unable even to cry out freely, she had to be more frustrated than anyone alive. The dressing room itself, and the sheer indecency of the place, would only wind her tighter and hotter.
Even so, I have to pace this. If I fuck her until she can't move, or until she passes out, we're finished.
Push it that far and the whole schedule would slam to a halt, so he had to handle her carefully. He couldn't just bury himself at full power the way he did at home and stop thinking. Even that much, though, had her dying of pleasure.
"Hnngh…♥ heeek♥"
Every second thrust wrung a small climax out of her; every fifth, an ordinary one. In every possible sense, it was a pathetically sensitive cunt.
Yeah. This is way too weak.
If a day ever came when they spent several days fucking without restraint, she would never last. Arang's guess was she'd be out cold before the first day was over.
If she gets stronger than this, maybe she could endure it.
But that would take real effort on her part as well. Now that Angel had met him, meeting the protagonist, growing stronger, and building that bond was no longer possible. So he had to fill that gap himself. She was a core companion, a character who mattered if the apocalypse was to be stopped. The trait Heavenly Wing, by its nature, drew her endlessly closer to an angel the further it grew; against the Outer Gods it might not be a hard counter, but a counter was still within reach.
Lost in the thought, his hips slowed just a little.
"Huuu♥ huu…?"
She noticed at once, sharp as a ghost, and looked up at Arang trembling all over.
"Masterrr… please keep fucking meee…♥"
She rocked her hips carefully from side to side, coaxing him like a spoiled child. Sway, sway♥
"Hoo…"
Arang took in the sight, then lightly caught the back of her neck and put her in something like a choke. It wouldn't press as hard as grabbing her throat from the front, but breathing would still be far harder than usual.
"Uk, ek… heee…♥"
She startled at first, then adapted quickly and steadied her breath. Something about that rubbed him the wrong way, so he tightened his grip until she could barely breathe at all.
"M-Mashturrr… I can't… can't breeeathe…♥"
Even with death close enough to taste, she squirted and came.
…This has to be the first time I've choked her. How is she taking to it this well? I genuinely don't get it.
Maybe she had been hiding a streak like this deep in her chest all along. Or maybe, having done nothing but pure, sweet love with the original protagonist, that tendency had been pulled out by the roots without her ever noticing.
Arang leaned down and whispered at her ear.
"You bitch in heat. I fuck you when I feel like fucking you. Nag your master like that, and even the urge to fuck you starts to die."
"…Y-yes, I understaaand♥"
Her body shivered, and yet she looked quietly expectant, as if she liked the atmosphere itself.
She's really fallen into a masochism with no bottom in sight.
Masochism was only hard the first time. After that, raising the intensity came easy. At the start it had been nothing but an ember; coercive sex had fed it until the ember grew. Pour oil — that same coercive sex — slowly over the ember called masochism, and the ember becomes a flame, and the flame becomes a wildfire.
Pap pap pap pap pap!!!
"Uk♥ uuk♥♥"
She came with a sound closer to a groan of pain. With her throat squeezed shut, the climaxes seemed to come even faster.
Later, putting a dog collar on her once might not be so— no. No. What am I even saying…
The demons inside him came crawling out again, turning filthy. The moment training or sex began, they tried to cross the line at every hour of the day, and it was giving him a genuine headache. That was why every session of training or sex with Yuyeong had ended in her passing out. Waking only to tangle together again was one of the things he simply could not understand. Still, thanks to that, he had managed to stretch his lifespan by a hair.
As long as I'm still alive, that's enough.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!!!
Arang started thrusting hard again and let go of the throat he'd been choking. She gulped for air like a madwoman, drool stringing from her lips.
"Puhah♥ haaah♥ haak♥♥"
A little longer and she really might have blacked out. Something about it sat wrong with him, but he went on with sex that was, by his standards, gentle. Gentle only from Arang's side of it. From Yuyeong's, it was mating no different from beasts in rut. Even so, the endurance she had forged through merciless training and sex let her hold out better than she otherwise would have. If they had done this back when things were still new, she wouldn't have endured at all; she would have passed out and then some.
I have to keep this under control…
Holding that in mind, he kept going.
Pap pap pap pap pap!!!
Wet sounds and the patter of her fluids hitting the floor filled the dressing room without shame, and he ignored them. Right now the only thought in his head was to wrap this up fast and run the schedule as planned.
The urge to come is starting to climb.
All that hard fucking was paying off; the pressure rose little by little. Arang didn't bother holding it. He let the need to ejaculate keep building. Yuyeong noticed his cock swelling, ever so slightly, as the semen rose, turned her head, and worked her mouth beneath a gaze so thick with honey it seemed ready to drip.
"C-cum… please cum… Master…♥"
She was definitely saying that. No sound reached him, but the meaning landed clean.
"I just told you not to give your master orders."
It had been closer to a plea, a begging, than an order… but close enough. Arang let his voice go cold for no good reason and fucked her harder. At the same time he caught her neck in one hand again, squeezed, and cut her air off completely.
"Kuk♥ aah♥ uk…♥"
Even then her eyes rolled back, her face the picture of someone dying of pleasure. The simple fact that even breathing — the most basic, natural act a person had — was being controlled by someone else seemed to satisfy her, and she started climaxing in a chain.
"I'm going to cum… so take all of it."
"…!"
She couldn't make a sound under her master's order, so she forced a nod and answered it to the letter.
Pang!!!
In the same instant he slammed his cock down into her womb as if he meant to stamp it flat.
Splurt— spluuurt!!!
And at last the orgasm started, pouring out of that thick cock. He hadn't been pacing himself this time, banking it up stroke by stroke, so there wasn't as much as when they did it at home. Even so, it was a volume no ordinary man could compare to. Only after her womb was packed taut did the ejaculation finally slow to a stop.
Semen still dripped from his cock in thin strands, but Arang didn't spare it a thought. He pulled out at once and released the throat he'd been choking.
"Hup… heeek…♥"
She gasped for breath again and dry-heaved once.
…Was that too much?
Watching her, Arang felt a small stab of guilt… and still didn't regret a thing. Where sex was concerned, he had to rationalize properly if he was going to keep at her training in earnest from here on.
"I gave you a load. Satisfied now?"
"Hnngh… heee… y-yes…"
She was still panting, and the answer barely made it out.
"Then let's clean up, get properly ready, and head to the commercial shoot—"
Creeeak.
That instant.
"Miss Angel. You aren't ready yet?"
The door opened, and a light woman's voice came through.
"……!!!"
At that sound, both Arang and Yuyeong startled, clamped their mouths shut, and froze solid as ice.
"Hmm… where did she go?"
If Angel wasn't here, the sensible thing would have been to look elsewhere. The woman who had come in was already glancing around the room.
"Ah. Is she in the dressing room?"
Click. Click.
Heels tapped as she drew gradually closer. And at last, right in front of the dressing room, the sound of those heels stopped dead, sharp as a ghost.
"Miss Angel? There isn't much time left before the shoot. Are you still changing into the costume?"
In the end, she called in toward Yuyeong, who was still inside.