The Longest Dawn
It was the worst. The pain had vanished, and all that remained was pure, undiluted pleasure.
Which meant I felt the same thing that beast felt — that even as he toyed with me and violated me, I took pleasure in it.
"Haah, nngh, aah."
And I couldn't deny it. There was no escaping these waves of pleasure, no matter what I did. Sounds like that should never, in any moment of my life, have belonged to me — but he pounded into my depths without pause, and before long even that thought had begun to blur.
"The Saintess really does seem to love having her breasts fondled."
"Get your hands... off... nngh."
My body was far too sensitive. I could barely hold my wits together against the cock stabbing again and again into my core, and now his hands were roaming over me as they pleased, trying to rouse me further. Then, quite deliberately, he set about tormenting my nipples with dogged focus.
"Did you know? The moment I pull on this, your pussy clamps right down around me."
"S-stop... I said...!"
"And when I stab deep inside you at that exact moment, you make such a lovely face. Won't you show me that face one more time?"
"I won't...! Nnghaaah... haahng!"
Everywhere his hands landed felt like an erogenous zone, and try as I might to resist, I crumbled, limp and powerless. Each time a climax bore down on me, my body began to shudder like something demented.
"You have a surprisingly lewd side to you. Thinking of how often I'll get to see it from now on — I can hardly wait."
Every time I came, his face filled with the glow of conquest. Just as he said, he would clearly go on violating me like this, over and over.
"Ahh, nngh, aah."
Watching me come apart without end beneath the cascading climaxes, he would keep up his pistoning all the more fervently. Each time my legs shuddered violently as they did now, he would grow more certain that this was how to break me, driving his cock in harder still — and I, who would never manage to stifle my moans, would remain pinned beneath him, spilling nothing but obscene sounds.
Even knowing all of that.
"Saintess! Can you feel it?! Every last squelching sound is coming from your own lewd pussy!"
"Haahng, aah, haah."
And there I was, surrendered to reality.
This wasn't right. None of this should be happening. But every time my breasts, seized in both his hands, were kneaded without mercy, the pleasure wrenched my hips into twisting; with every thrust the flesh of my ass rippled and my core burned hotter, wringing ragged breaths from my lips. It felt as though my will to resist had been stripped away entirely.
"Nngh... hng."
Once more he plundered my lips, tangling his tongue roughly with mine, and even in the thick of it I could not summon a single thought of resistance — and I despised myself for it. As if I had become some bitch in heat who loses her mind the instant a cock is shoved into her.
Even when our lips parted and left a thin glistening strand behind, I couldn't take back the tip of tongue that had strayed out.
"Haah. Saintess. When you make a face like that, how am I supposed to hold back!"
Chup. Chulp.
He sucked at my lips without mercy, licking around them. Right. He must have gotten worked up seeing me like this — a woman gone dazed and boneless in the afterglow of a kiss stolen in the middle of a hard fuck.
Having plundered me into a haze, he rose up onto his arms again and began exploring other parts of me.
"Nngh, haah."
At least for this one moment, I had to admit it: my will had been well and truly broken. Now that it had started, I'd learned that any attempt to flee was a wasted effort. As my mind was carved to ribbons, my body simply soaked deeper and deeper into pleasure.
It's just... it's the first time. Because I'm a virgin. Next time will be different.
"Nngh..."
Spurt. Spurrrt.
I held onto that thought right up until the moment he was about to spew his seed inside me. I couldn't carry it through to the end — because just as he had failed to hold back and spent himself, I was in no state to withstand the pleasure crashing over me either.
The instant his semen poured out, my legs locked around him began trembling abnormally hard, and then my upper body started to heave.
"Ahh, nnghaaah."
His cock, still buried to the hilt, twitched as it wrung out the last of his seed. Because of that, this climax stretched far longer than the one before. My body, which had done nothing but convulse like mad, finally went still around the time I began to feel as if my wrists were bleeding against the bindings.
I could thrash this much. I could surely have resisted harder before ever being reduced to this.
"Haah... haahng."
When I caught myself doing nothing but gasping, beaten by pleasure, I felt pathetic beyond words. Surely he was savoring the afterglow of his climax even as he watched me like this.
"Nngh."
At that thought, I couldn't help but fix my eyes on him, just now withdrawing from between my legs. Grimacing at the sensation of it trickling down from below, I glared up at him as he slowly swung himself astride my waist.
"Saintess. You know what comes next, don't you?"
"........."
Slowly, I opened my mouth. Obviously. He wants me to clean him off with my mouth, doesn't he?
Just as I'd expected, he kept me pinned beneath him and, shifting forward on his knees, pressed his cock to my lips — coated in semen and smeared with something red. I opened my mouth quietly. And then, in one motion, I clamped it shut.
"......ah."
"Saintess. I'm sorry, but."
I fought with everything I had to keep my unyielding mouth closed, but at the feeling of his glans pushing past my tongue, my eyes narrowed into a glare aimed up at him. He must have seen it, plain as day —
"I'm not the sort of hero who charges ahead on strength alone. What kind of fool would stick his cock into a crocodile's mouth?"
— the fact that this had been my last resistance. Watching his hands caress my cheek and tidy the hair from my forehead, I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Your mouth looks as warm and pleasant as it is pretty, and naturally I've made sure it can only do lovely things. So if you'd like this to end quickly, you'll have to work that tongue of yours diligently. Understood?"
Even with my eyes closed, I felt everything — the glans shoving my tongue aside, then striking deep, jabbing past my uvula and stabbing all the way into my throat.
"Nngh... mmph...!"
It was choking, agonizing — enough that tears spilled down on their own. But no matter how I hammered my freed legs against the bed, nothing changed. He simply fucked my mouth as though it were a cunt. And this time, too, mine was the lot of waiting until he spewed his semen down my throat.
Futile and cruel, the dawn was terribly long.
It had truly been a dawn without end.
Apparently tireless, Derian — who had clung to the same position and spattered his seed again and again — disappeared into the washroom without so much as untying the cord that bound my wrists to the headboard.
......It keeps leaking out of me.
The stream trickling down along the cleft between my legs offered nothing but disgust. I was grimacing at the stickiness when a sudden, anxious thought surfaced.
What if I end up pregnant from this?
I fumbled through half-remembered lessons, trying to calculate my cycle — then the sheer absurdity of what I was doing hit me, and I stopped. Even at its very shortest, it would take ten months or more for any "result" to show. Right now, worrying about a far nearer tomorrow came first.
I had seen it with my own eyes just moments ago. That hero bastard — whether his stamina was simply blessed or what — his cock, sliding free of my cunt after his final release, had twitched back to full hardness within seconds. When he flashed me a bright grin at the sight of me, I had wanted to scream. Thank goodness nothing came of it — but all that had passed was a single dawn. The dread that at any moment he might pounce and devour me again like a dog in heat set my skin shrieking.
It was enough to drive me mad. But there was nothing, right now, that I could do. Whatever Derian had done to me, no matter how hard I strained, my divine power refused to gather. I was in such a state that I couldn't even snap the cord around my wrists.
Ah. It seems the hour that kills me has come around again.
The horrific reality that I had been violated by the same man and still could not tear myself free by my own strength dredged up a revulsion aimed squarely at myself. That this frail woman's body could never, no matter how it thrashed, escape him was self-evident fact — and yet accepting it was brutally hard. Because at the very least, in my original body, I would have broken free with ease.
What dragged my mood to its absolute worst, in the end, was his attitude — his utter indifference to whether I came or not. His cock, still unsated after spilling himself four times over, plundered me yet again while I lay stranded in the afterglow of climax. Climaxing again and again in the thick of it was, comparatively, bearable. But being violated anew, in full possession of my mind, at the very instant I had relaxed into thinking it was finally over — that I could not endure.
Stop. I don't want any more. Please, just let me rest. I wailed it, begged it.
And each time, his face only burned hotter as he drove his cock in harder. All of it spread and curdled into resentment toward this body.
......Enough of this.
The self-torment I had practiced every single moment his cock was buried inside me — it was time, at last, to put an end to it.