Plee's Days of Becoming a Living Onahole (3)

"......"

Plee had spent all of yesterday alone in the dungeon, without me, and she was already wound so tight that simply being faced with me was enough to bead her pussy with slick. I went back to my meal without a word. She, torn up over whether she ought to confess right now, kept opening her mouth and closing it again.

"Plee."

"Y-yes... yes, yes, yes! Yes!!"

My ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠voice, sudden as a clap, made her jump. She answered with brave, hopeful energy, as if she'd been waiting for something — and then had to answer what came next with her face sunk flat.

"Eat up."

"......Yes."

I kept eating in silence. The truth was, I already knew she'd hit her limit. With the ability to look anywhere inside the dungeon, I'd watched her left on her own, and I'd seen the vacant, stupid look on her face as she moaned Master over and over, rubbing her pussy and her clit.

Even so, she was still clinging on by a thread. I was thinking I'd need one more decisive blow, and I was putting a decent plan together, when an alarm started ringing through the dungeon.

.....?

I shot up from the chair at the sudden alarm, trying to get a read on things, but in a mere ten seconds the message had already changed and announced that it was over. A hollow laugh slipped out of me at a bewilderment I was feeling for the first time.

Well... that old man did say the beginning would be easy...

I left Plee fidgeting, utterly at a loss, and sat back down to let the time pass. Before long, three goblins came in from a distance, hauling something they'd caught.

"Caught, Master. Goggle, we fought."

One of them thumped his chest and bragged. The two behind him dumped their captive on the floor, shoved the first goblin aside, and opened their mouths as if to say they wanted praise too.

"We fought better. Goggle. Master, we got hurt."

There really were small cuts on a forearm and a shoulder, but they were already starting to close — scratches, nothing more. The captive on the floor was the more interesting part. A moment ago she hadn't so much as twitched, as if she'd been out cold, but the instant the goblins set her down and lost interest, she began to squirm, working at an escape.

"If that one gets away, you deal with her yourselves."

I pointed at the captive wriggling her ropes loose. The goblins lit up, drooling, and raised a cheer.

"Ooh! Good, goggle!! Already piled high, goggle!"

"Eat from below, eat from above, goggle!"

"Hurry up and run, goggle!!"

Somewhere in the middle of it she got the ropes off and tried to bolt. Then the killing edge in their voices and the force rolling off them set her shaking. She gave up on running, planted her head on the floor, and begged through tears and snot to be spared.

"Please!! My life!! Just spare my life!!!"

She'd been hard to make out behind the goblins. Now I could see her properly: green hair, and a pair of enormous dog ears. A beastfolk.

Of course it's another world. Beastfolk show up too...

She was trembling so hard that, without quite meaning to, I started fiddling with one of those big dog ears. A lewd moan slipped out of her, and she kept talking.

"Nnh... th-there... that's a sensitive spot... please, hnn—"

"Is that right. So for beastfolk, the ears are one of the sweet spots. And? Should I toss you to the goblins?"

The goblins who'd been watching pounded their chests again and howled another grotesque cheer. She shook even harder as she answered.

"Eek!! No. You can touch me however you want... nnh."

I slid a hand inside one of her big dog ears and stroked the skin there, slow and soft. Another lewd moan spilled out — and at the same time I felt Plee's unreadable stare settle on the scene.

It was a look mixed like a recipe. One spoon of something revolting, along the lines of Oho... so that's what you like... Seven spoons of envy for the beastfolk getting worked up under my hands. Two spoons of anger, as if she were furious about something.

Faced with feelings that naked, a good idea occurred to me. I put my mouth to the beastfolk's ear and spoke as if I were whispering — at a volume Plee could absolutely hear.

"Strip."

Only at the order to undress did the beastfolk notice Plee, stark naked, and seem to decide her own fate would be the same. With the face of someone who had given up, she started taking her clothes off.

"Hic... sniff..."

With every piece that came away, coat and all, her crying grew louder.

I watched the beastfolk strip show unfold in front of me, went back to the table, and continued my meal. Plee sat down as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠well, her face packed with some private grievance, wrestled with herself, and finally found the nerve to speak.

"Master... you must be so pleased. Getting yourself another onahole..."

I nearly burst out laughing. I got my expression under control and answered flatly.

"Well... we'll have to see."

Meanwhile the beastfolk, down to nothing but her underwear, flushed deep red and spoke to me.

"W-we beastfolk... if we show our naked bodies to someone of the opposite sex... th-that person... has to take responsibility... for life!! For our whole lives!!"

For some reason Plee flinched harder than anyone at the part about lifelong responsibility. I nodded as if it didn't matter to me either way. The beastfolk swept a look over the goblins drooling as they watched her, then quietly undid the hook of her underwear and stood in front of me completely naked.

"Sniff... hic... I've been married off... hic..."

She looked about a breath away from sobbing in earnest. I pointed at my lap and spoke to her in a warm voice.

"Don't cry. Come here."

The sudden warmth, and the sudden polite tone, made her eyes dart as she gauged me. Then she hesitated her way over and lowered herself onto my knee.

"I'm sorry. Did I give you a fright?"

"........"

I stroked her hair where she sat on my lap and kept talking. Somewhere along the way her face had gone red as a beet.

"So. What brought you in here?"

"...Um... that's... a secret..."

She hemmed and hawed, but my hands must have felt good; little by little she pressed herself against me. I stroked that big ear again and went on.

"You said you and I have to spend the rest of our lives together. Even so, you won't tell me?"

"Ahhnn... nnh... that... haah... it's really... a secret..."

She was breathing hard, pushing her body closer just to feel my hands more, and still she insisted the secret couldn't be told. I smiled. One hand stayed at her earlobe. The other gently rolled the nipple standing stiff on her chest as I opened my mouth.

"I don't care for women with too many secrets... Even so, you won't tell me?"

The moment the words left me, I glanced at Plee. She'd been glaring at me with a pout. She startled, seemed to realize something, and hung her head.

"...I came from the Drunken Kingdom!! Really... I can't say any more than that."

Unable to hold out under my hands any longer, she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it. Right after, thinking she'd committed some terrible sin, her ears drooped flat.

"Thank you for telling me, even if it wasn't everything. Unlike a certain someone, you didn't lie, so I'll give you a reward."

Plee's head sank even lower. The praise seemed to please the beastfolk; her drooping ears lifted a little.

"A reward? Then maybe the thing in the dungeon......"

She'd been going on in an excited voice, as if she meant to ask for something as her prize, when the enormous heat against her lower belly — and my grotesquely oversized cock, fully hard, tapping her stomach — made her eyes go perfectly round. Not a word came out.

"W-wait a moment... it's too soon, and... this is far too big."

Terror ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on her face, she turned her head to look at me as she spoke. I paid her no mind. I kissed her, pushed my cock in, and started bouncing her hips.

"Nnngh— wait... this hurts... nngh..."

She must have been a virgin. Blood was running from her pussy, and pain twisted her face as she pleaded. But after only a few strokes, lewd cries started spilling out of her, along with obscene wet sounds from pussy and cock alike.

"Oooh, this... aah, it feels too good."

She drooled and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moaned like an animal. I slid a finger inside her big ear and rubbed in circles, and the pussy that had already been clamping down squeezed me even harder, as if it meant to milk the semen out of me.

"Ooooh, Mister Human's cock is the best!!"

In the end a forceful jet of squirt burst from her pussy as she came, fell straight onto the table, and turned the whole thing into an obscene spectacle.

Wrung out by the climax, her hips snapping as she squirted, she collapsed onto the table just like that, drooling and smiling.

At the sight of the beastfolk coming with the happiest expression in the world, Plee's face was red too. Both her hands kept working her pussy and her clit, and she stared, mouth watering, at my cock — still hard, still twitching with want.

"Plee. I still haven't finished."

"Yes, yes!! Plee's onahole pussy, reporting for duty. I've already warmed it up, Master."

She said it as if she'd been waiting for nothing but for me to use her. I shook my head, as if that wasn't it at all, and pointed at the beastfolk collapsed on the table.

"No, the onahole's fine. Wake her up for me, would you?"

In that instant, Plee's face went white.