Indirect Viewing of Womb Sex - 2
"Are you really going to do that?"
"You're trustworthy. And you've already shown me once—how hard could a second time be?"
Crossing a line once was hard. After that, it got easy.
That was how it always went for people who stepped over the edge.
The words made sense. Accepting them still left her uneasy.
Ella finished her work and went straight to bathe. She scrubbed herself clean, changed into fresh clothes, and only then lay down on the bed.
She was going to get filthy soon enough anyway—but doing it this way settled her nerves.
She said I can peep until I get used to it?
Ella dug under her pillow and pulled out a brooch set with a red gem. The gold chain clinked and flashed, dizzying to the eye.
The stone had once been blue. That it had turned red meant the act had started—and that she was free to watch.
Extreme as the example was, even murder got familiar if you did it enough. So things that once inspired terror would, with enough exposure, become ordinary too.
That was how Beatrix had put it when she granted Ella the special privilege of watching. Ella was a Dwarf who had earned the title of Meister; the special treatment came with the rank.
In exchange, constant viewing was impossible. She could only watch when they were actually coupling—through the shared-vision magic engraved into the gem.
Ella swallowed dryly, hung the brooch around her neck, and closed her eyes.
A hot spring veiled in drifting steam. A naked man's body came into sharp focus.
Through Beatrix's eyes, she was looking straight at Albert.
"Ah… so that happened?"
Albert sank into the warm spring water and asked, sounding genuinely surprised. He had never imagined Beatrix would allow peeping again—and more than once, at that.
"Yeah. She's a craftsman, so I figured I ought to give her a little special treatment."
An ordinary artisan was one thing. A Dwarf who held the title of Meister was something else entirely.
Beatrix lounged shoulder to shoulder with Albert and smiled, languid. She felt his gaze settle on her breasts floating in the water.
It's still strange.
Her own eyes dropped beneath the surface to Albert's half-hard cock. Every time she watched him get hard, the sight felt familiar and brand-new all at once.
"Want me to suck you off?"
Beatrix reached for him as she asked. Her soft hand teased along his shaft, and what had been half-hard rose stiff and proud. The tip of the glans looked ready to breach the surface if he lifted his hips even slightly.
"Mmm…"
A low sound slipped from Albert's lips.
Should he shove it down her throat until he heard her burp cum? Make her jerk him with her hand and drink what she caught? Or sandwich it sideways between those soft tits and dirty up Beatrix's chest?
Too many options, every one of them appealing. It was almost dizzying.
"Use your mouth."
Having settled on a choice, Albert slowly rose. The cock that had been hidden under the water came free, droplets sliding down the shaft in fat beads that looked for all the world like pre-cum.
He settled on the rim of the spring. Beatrix drifted in front of him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In winter the stone should have been freezing—but the heat of the spring kept it pleasantly lukewarm. At least his ass wouldn't go cold enough to make him shiver.
"Mmm…"
Beatrix pressed her lips to Albert's balls with a soft smack. If she'd been wearing red lipstick, the mark would have been vivid. Satisfaction flickered across her face at the thought of her own red prints plastered all over his sac—proof that he was hers.
She lifted her face from his balls, wrapped a hand around the root of his cock, and pulled the shaft down. It had been pointing so stubbornly upward she had no choice.
Smack.
The thick, heavy cock came down, and Beatrix's lips found the flushed tip of the glans. Despite how many times it had drunk the slick of countless women, it still wasn't that dark, purplish red.
A deep kiss worked over the head, and the cock shuddered. Teasing only the glans was far more stimulating than taking the whole length down her throat—like making a ring with her fingers and tormenting the head and the corona without mercy.
"Nngh…"
Albert groaned. Beatrix kissed him deeper for it, jabbing the tip of her tongue against his urethra at the same time. The sensation was fiercely sharp—a jolt that seemed to bloom from the root and race the full length of his cock. His brow knit under the sting.
Is this the third time?
He was still counting how often he'd been peeped on when Beatrix's mouth opened wide. From the look of it she meant to swallow him to the root—
"Mmm… chuuup…"
—but she only took the thick glans between her lips and worked her tongue with open enthusiasm. Then she wet her hand in the spring water and spread it evenly along the shaft. Her pretty fingers stroked the pillar of his cock and kneaded his balls with soft insistence, coaxing them to make more seed.
As if answering her, the insides of his balls began to seethe.
Maybe it was knowing someone was watching. Maybe it was the open-air thrill of being completely exposed. Whatever the reason, his balls started producing denser, more abundant sperm than usual. His cock hardened like rebar and thickened a fraction more besides.
Albert didn't notice. Beatrix, who handled him constantly, felt every change.
So magnificent…
Pre-cum welled from his urethra and pooled on her tongue, and her eyes went hazy. She made no effort to hide how entranced she was—not in her face, not in the way she moved. Sticky arousal poured from her cunt in a steady trickle, dirtying the spring a little more with every drop.
I can't take it.
Beatrix steadied her breathing, gripped the root of his cock, and pushed her head forward. Inch by inch the shaft forced its way deeper, prodding her throat, brushing her Adam's apple.
"Ghk—!"
Even through the choked, pained sound she kept driving forward, fighting to take him as far as she could. She wanted the feel of cum surging from his urethra and stacking heavy in her stomach.
Gush—!
Her devotion and her greed finally paid off. The shuddering cock began to pump thick ropes of semen without end. Albert's brow furrowed under the pleasure of climax.
Gulp. Gulp.
When the long orgasm finally spent itself and her stomach felt heavy, Beatrix slowly pulled his cock free of her mouth—
"Bwurp…!"
—and burped right in front of him, showing off her clean, empty mouth. Proof she hadn't left a single drop unswallowed.
Fuck, that's hot.
The vulgar display had Albert's cock standing rigid again. Hardly any time had passed since he'd emptied himself, and already pre-cum was beading at the tip.
Beatrix gazed at his cock with eyes full of affection, then slowly rose. Water droplets pattered off her skin, baring every inch of her fine complexion and beautiful body without shame.
He wanted to fuck her like this—but today was special. Beatrix smothered the urge to take him inside and set both hands on her lower belly. She couldn't let the work she'd been preparing in secret go to waste.
He's going to love this.
Albert was filthy, after all.
When she poured mana into her lower abdomen, a strange tattoo surfaced there—a heart drawn in intricate, ornate lines, with a few slender strokes like wings. The image symbolized a womb that would carry a child, and the fallopian tubes that produced the eggs needed to make one.
"Beatrix?"
Albert said her name, puzzled. She stepped closer without a word.
Why is a womb tattoo appearing?
He'd never seen anything like it in the game. Curiosity and confusion both flickered through his eyes.
"Rub your glans… right here."
She rested both hands near her hips as she whispered it—almost as if framing the tattoo for emphasis.
"Right there?"
"Mm. Then my cervix will open."
"What?"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Albert tilted his head. Beatrix's mouth opened again.
"Exactly what I said. I worked some magic so my cervix can open. Unless… you don't like it?"
"Uh… no. It's not that, it's just…"
Beatrix's face fell. Albert shook his head in a hurry.
Opening her cervix meant his cock could push all the way into her womb. There was no world in which he would dislike that. He could be stunned. He could be bewildered. He could not be unwilling.
"It really… opens?"
"Mm. Only for Albert's cock."
Any other male wouldn't have been allowed near her cervix, let alone open it—but she swallowed the rest and reached for the cock standing rigid before her. She angled it carefully and pressed the glans to the center of the softly blue-glowing womb tattoo. Head and ink met like a deep, deliberate kiss.
"Hnn… if I rub it like this… with Albert's pre-cum…"
She dragged his cock this way and that, smearing her lower belly. The pre-cum leaking from his urethra dirtied her abdomen with meticulous care—like painting the tattoo in with slick.
And when every last line of the womb tattoo was thoroughly soiled—
"Haah—!"
—a rush of fluid burst from her cunt, and the light of the tattoo went out. A womb that would accept only Albert's cock and only Albert's seed was complete.
Squelch.
Guided by Beatrix's hand, the tip of his glans turned toward her entrance. Male pre-cum and female slick mixed with a sticky sound. Cheeks flushed, Beatrix spoke in a shy little voice.
"Want to… put it in now?"
"…Yeah."
Albert answered in a single short word and set both hands on her hips. A strange anticipation set his heart pounding.
"Come sit."
Face to face. He indicated his cock with a glance and made the demand. Beatrix, as if she'd been waiting for nothing else, climbed out of the water and straddled him, crouching over his cock.
Cowgirl—face to face. A privilege reserved for the legal wife alone.
"Hnn—!"
She lowered her hips slowly, and Albert's cock sank into her cunt, soaked through with slick. As warm as the spring water. Soft, too.
"Hahng!"
When the tip of the glans pressed hard against her cervix, a feverish cry spilled from Beatrix's lips. Albert held back his roughened breathing and gripped her hard—not quite at the thighs, but at the outer curve of her ass. His hands were rough and strong enough that soft flesh bulged up between his fingers.
"Huh?"
Ordinarily this would have been the end of it. Instead, Albert felt something strange at the tip of his glans and frowned. The cervix seemed to part, opening its mouth around him—vivid and unmistakable.
Beatrix felt it too.
"Nngh… I told you, didn't I? My cervix would open. Any second now—haaahn!"
The moment both her hands settled on Albert's shoulders, the sensation of the glans driving even deeper ran the full length of his cock.
"Ookh—!"
Beatrix's straight legs trembled hard, and she pissed in a grand, shameless spray from her cunt. The instant his cock forced its way through her cervix, a pleasure so intense it felt like it would hollow out her mind drove straight into the base of her skull.
Albert was no different. The impossible was happening—his cock was inside her womb—and the shock was written plain across his face. The cervix clenched around the shaft without a gap. An unfamiliar texture met the tip of the glans. Right now, his cock was lightly tapping against the wall of her uterus.
"Ookh… oooh…"
Every time the glans prodded the uterine wall, Beatrix squirted piss again and again. Because she had remade her body with careful magic, there was no pain—only pleasure. A pleasure no one had ever felt before. Alien. Unprecedented.
It really went in.
Albert was rattled inside, but he steadied his breathing all the same. Whatever the reason, he was truly inside her womb, and the feel of the glans prodding the uterine wall was vivid. So was the warmth of Beatrix's piss soaking his belly.
What would it feel like if my cum hit her womb directly?
The idle thought in his head, he carefully rolled his hips—wanting to smear the pre-cum still dribbling from the tip of his urethra evenly across her uterine wall.
"Ookh… oooh… d-don't… aah…"
As the inside of her belly tickled and burned, Beatrix mumbled with a vacant face. The dual assault of a scraping sensation and raw pleasure left her not knowing what to do with herself.
And then, the moment his cock—unable to endure the squeeze of her cervix—spat its second load of cum—
"Hoooookh—!"
—Beatrix's lips let out the biggest, crudest moan she had made yet.