The Sweet Tip Exchange: Session 3
The stimulation from first-time cervix sex was so intense it defied words.
It felt like lightning crackling up my spine.
Just like when I had pierced the maiden I had sacrificed to him.
The sensation of tearing through the cervix was that overwhelming, that special.
“Ho… Oooh…!”
Christia lay on the bed with her upper body pressed flat, offering her ass in that classic doggy style.
She had arched her back deliberately to take the thick shaft inside.
The powerful cock and glans had somehow forced their way all the way to her womb.
Christia’s eyes rolled back, the whites showing.
Albert grabbed her massive ass cheeks and drove his hips even deeper.
The cheeks spread wide around his pelvis and creaked obscenely.
“Hauk…”
The moment the glans buried deep and rubbed against the womb wall.
Transparent squirt erupted from Christia’s pussy.
Even her inner walls leaked thick, creamy nectar like thick meringue without pause.
Beatrix sat beside him, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.
She took in every detail—the way his cock plunged deep into Christia’s depths, the way the female hips beneath his pelvis swayed.
She wanted to capture it all, no detail missed.
‘I’m so happy. Happy. Happy…’
This moment would always be the happiest of her life—and forever.
Christia panted with her tongue hanging out like a dog, savoring the bliss.
Albert’s waist circled. The leaking glans rubbed the womb wall softly.
It was as if he was etching a mark that now belonged to the womb.
Just like he had with Beatrix.
“Hnng… deeper… rub it stronger…”
Her voice trembled with overwhelming excitement, begging in that spoiled tone.
The dignified words she usually used had vanished.
She was nothing but a bitch in heat, eagerly accepting the brand he was leaving.
“Yes. Christia too. Squeeze.”
“Huek…!”
He pressed harder. Christia’s lips parted wide.
The expression “thick, lewd face” fit perfectly.
Her newly marked womb on her lower belly glowed brightly again.
“Umm…”
Christia’s cervix clamped down on his cock. A low groan escaped Albert’s lips.
Even though it was the same cervix, the feeling was different.
Softer, more intense grip.
The pressure built until Albert slowly leaned forward.
He let go of her hips and moved his hands to the crushed breasts on the bed.
“Hnng! You like my breasts?”
Albert’s rough squeeze made Christia’s mind flash white.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered in a voice so low it vibrated through her.
“Yes.”
“Huek…!”
The sound made her hips tighten involuntarily.
Her lower belly gripped tight, abs becoming visible.
“Uuu… I love Albert’s cock too. It’s so thick… so rough…”
Her upper body lifted slightly from the bed because the pleasure was too overwhelming.
‘Heavy.’
The heavy breasts fell heavily onto Albert’s palm.
They felt so slippery from sweat that she couldn’t believe they would drop.
Albert’s fingers pinched the swollen pink nipples and Christia trembled, shaking her ass.
She bit her lip hard without realizing it.
If she opened her mouth she would let out something far too lewd and obscene.
But that was exactly what Albert had wanted.
A high-class woman in heat, on her knees.
That sight sent his excitement skyrocketing.
Beatrix knew him well enough to hold back her shame and show her desire plainly.
By now she had forgotten even the feeling of embarrassment.
She was filled only with joy at receiving Albert’s love.
But Christia hadn’t reached that point yet.
She was just like Albert’s first daily lover.
The sound of flesh slapping echoed in her ears.
Beatrix’s fingers reached toward her own crotch.
She had been sitting still, waiting, but the heat made her want to masturbate to cool down.
“Huek… Hnng…”
“Ooooh! Harder… please…!”
Beatrix moaned while scratching her pussy.
Christia finally opened her tightly closed lips and even scratched her throat while letting out dirty sounds.
It was completely natural, not forced.
“Umm…!”
Albert groaned with half-closed eyes.
His warm pussy squeezed him so tightly the thick nectar clung and wouldn’t let go.
The ass flesh pressing against his pelvis and the breasts he held only made it harder to hold back.
‘I’m going to cum.’
Feeling his cock twitch, Christia’s eyes sparkled.
She struggled to keep her half-dreamy mind clear so she could feel every drop of his cum.
But—
“Ooooh…!”
The moment the cum from his urethra struck her cervix directly.
Christia’s mind turned completely white.
She collapsed on the bed with Albert, continuously letting out animalistic moans.
Her body was at the limit; even one finger moving was impossible.
She could only lie there submissively beneath the male, receiving every drop.
“Phew…”
Albert looked incredibly refreshed after cumming so much.
His eyes held strength and he pulled out his cock with obvious care.
He didn’t want to surprise her by suddenly withdrawing.
The moment his cock popped out, thick cum leaked from Christia’s pussy.
Foam bubbled because it mixed with her thick nectar.
“Albert…”
While he took a breath.
Beatrix slipped around behind him.
She reached with her hand soaked in nectar and stroked his cock, whispering sweetly into his ear.
“Put it in me too. Yeah? I can’t hold back anymore.”
Even after cumming, Albert’s cock was still rock-hard.
The veins stood out violently.
Albert turned his back and placed his hand on Beatrix’s shoulder.
“Yes. Put it in quickly.”
When Albert pointed to his cock, Beatrix stood up as if she had been waiting.
Face-to-face position.
It was using the special privilege only granted to the queen.
The in-heat black-haired bitch lifted her panties and brought her pussy up to Albert’s glans.
Soon his cock sank deep into her pussy and her lower belly bulged.
Together with the animalistic moans like Christia’s.
*
“Uterus sex?”
A few days later Wilhelmina asked with her eyes wide open in her room.
She was completely naked and drenched in sweat.
Albert lying beside her was the same.
“Yes.”
Albert answered without thinking, just repeating how good it felt.
Normally it would be bad manners to talk about another woman while another was still present, but these were not ordinary women.
They loved exchanging stories about the things that happened while they were apart.
Of course, even if Wilhelmina was jealous, there was nothing he could do.
She was just a **Jojip**, and Beatrix was the queen.
‘I need to learn uterus sex too.’
Albert had held her like a beast and filled her until her belly bulged.
He knew the result now—his cum still sloshed inside her.
Yet a tiny seed of dissatisfaction slept in a corner of his voice.
Wilhelmina had caught a glimpse of that seed and felt uneasy.
‘I can’t be pushed aside for charm when I’m in the same position.’
Even though she was a **Jojip** and a concubine, she couldn’t accept being pushed aside by Beatrix.
And seeing Christia—one in the same position—steal the lead only made her hate it more.
So before Albert left.
She had asked Maria to come to the Tower of Reconciliation.
Christia was the only one who had exchanged tips, so she planned to team up with Maria, who was in the same situation.
If Wilhelmina really wanted to, she could do the same thing as Beatrix.
But wasting time would obviously mean falling behind.
Seeing the answer right in front of her and taking a weird detour would be stupid.
“So uterus sex, huh.”
A few hours later, Maria and Wilhelmina stared at each other in the Tower of Reconciliation with wide eyes.
After Christia had thrown her dirty talk at her, Maria had been practicing the magic to make eye patterns until she was exhausted.
The completely unexpected word “uterus sex” had slipped out.
It was directed at Wilhelmina, who had fallen behind.
“Is that true?”
“Would I lie about something like this? Especially after dragging you all the way here by begging Albert?”
“That’s not it.”
They weren’t the type to waste time on meaningless greetings.
Even if there was nothing to do, they wouldn’t waste time on such a prank.
Maria nodded obediently as if it made sense.
“But you didn’t call me here just to tell me about that, right?”
“Of course not. I figured we’d need a plan. Two heads are better than one.”
“I’m still not good at uterus sex magic yet.”
“Well, you know that.”
Wilhelmina smiled as if she had nothing more to say.
Since they understood each other so well, long explanations were unnecessary.
There were plenty of idiots who couldn’t understand even if she explained in detail.
Talking with them would drive her crazy.
But talking with someone like Maria made her feel lighter.
“Anything come to mind? I thought you’d think longer than me.”
Maria tilted her head curiously and Wilhelmina let out a deep sigh.
“Phew…! I’m not good with this kind of thing. I can only think about turning sweat into something else.”
Wilhelmina had said it casually, but from Maria’s perspective it was completely different.
It was a perfectly reasonable thought.
During summer vacation, she had seen Albert enjoy the bodies of the sweat-soaked bitches and felt it clearly.
“Is it good?”
“Eh? Really?”
Wilhelmina asked in disbelief and Maria’s lips curved.
“Yes. It feels really good. But… I’d like if he developed something else. Having a body covered in sweat is inconvenient for sex.”
It was wonderful for enjoying smooth skin, but it reduced friction, making sex harder.
Maria cautiously voiced her objection and Wilhelmina agreed that the thought was right.
“Then what about you? Any ideas yet? The faster the better.”
“Yes. Falling behind means only the **Jojip** title is left for me.”
The moment Maria’s lips closed, Wilhelmina closed hers and fell into thought.
Was there some clever idea?
With policies or rebellion plans she would have an answer in seconds.
But with this she was useless.
If she had kept her given personality and shown sadistic tendencies, maybe, but now she was subordinate to Albert and had a masochistic side.
“Ah.”
After a heavy silence Maria spoke first.
“What? Anything come to mind?”
Wilhelmina looked at her with a heavy gaze and urged her on, and Maria showed a troubled expression.
“Calm down. I’ll tell you.”
“Eh? Sorry.”
Wilhelmina apologized while smoothing her expression after being told she was too hasty.
It was natural that her impulsive temper had flared.
Maria took a deep breath and stared straight into Wilhelmina’s eyes.
“You know he likes breasts, right?”
The only person Maria meant was Albert.
Wilhelmina knew the point so she didn’t ask who “he” was.
“Yes. I know. I can’t not know just from the marks left on his chest.”
“That’s right. So I was thinking maybe we could try using breasts.”
“Breasts? How? Tit fucking is already boring. But he still likes it…”
Wilhelmina trailed off hesitantly.
Maria’s lips curved secretly.
It was clear she had something confident to say.
Wilhelmina, sensing it, asked with eager curiosity.
“Another idea?”
Instead of answering Maria nodded slightly and cupped her own large breasts with her hands.
It looked exactly like a baby being offered milk.