Deviation
“Ow!”
“Ah, aigoo!”
I hurriedly lifted my hips, pulling my cock out. I'd barely gotten just the tip in?
“Does it hurt? A lot?”
“Ughhh…”
“Jeez…”
She was hurting way more than I'd expected. Maybe we should call it quits for today—but Sena looked up at me with determined eyes.
“No. Just put it in.”
“It hurts too much.”
“Ignore it and shove it in. I expected it to hurt.”
For someone saying that, her eyes were already brimming with tears. She'd endured the spankings so well, but losing her virginity hurt this much?
This is bad. She's way too tense.
It didn't feel like just pain; it seemed like the aftermath of excessive tension. First times made anyone nervous, men or women. As the experienced one, it was gentlemanly to take the lead.
How to loosen her up?
“Hmm…”
One idea came to mind, but would Sena hate it? No helping it.
“Sena.”
“...?”
“Honestly, when I first came to this world, I hated you.”
Sena tilted her head, wondering what nonsense I was spouting.
“You scared me, seemed cold and prickly, so I hated you. But after meeting others and going through stuff, I realized I was wrong.”
Sena smirked.
“Even a useless servant like me, you took care of me and worried about me more than I thought. More than it seemed.”
“Yeah.”
“Later on, the hate was gone. You just looked pretty and lovable.”
Sena smiled shyly, then playfully nudged my nose with hers.
“That's the best you could come up with to relax me?”
“Ahem.”
“Even as a servant who sucks at everything and drags down my reputation just by existing…”
Sena grabbed my cheeks. Her face flushed prettily in a rare, bright smile.
“You're my precious servant. Leden, Grand, and you, Lee Hyun—you're all precious to me.”
Sena had never said anything like that directly. Leden and Grand probably hadn't heard it either. A woman who never even hinted at affection was saying this, and it embarrassed me instead.
Makes my past bad thoughts feel shameful.
I slowly pushed my hips forward. Sena pulled me into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around her too.
Bit by bit, piercing her hymen, my cock slid in—schlup.
Successfully entering her pussy proper.
“Hnggg…”
She trembled faintly. It must've hurt a lot. But the pain was fleeting. Her expression eased; the agony had retreated.
“It doesn't hurt that much.”
“For real?”
“Fuck me quick, Master.”
Slave Sena and owner Sena switched without warning, leaving me confused.
I moved my hips slowly. Warm, with a whole new sensation. Soft, slick, amazingly squishy. But it felt good. Really good.
Sena, eyes squeezed shut, savoring the sex, soon had moist eyes.
“Ughhh…”
Not pain. Just awkward from her first time, probably. Biting her lip as she watched me—it was cute even like that. Her expression straining to endure and feel it all.
I kissed her. This time, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
“Mmph.”
A surprised moan, but soon her tongue met mine, rubbing together.
“Haeup… umphh…”
Stroking tongues, swapping saliva. That lewd, intimate exchange eroded Sena's brain—and mine. Hard to think of anything else. In this moment, only Sena filled my mind and eyes.
“Feels… good…”
Getting used to it, apparently. I ramped up the pistoning speed a bit.
“Say it feels good.”
“Feels good.”
“Tell me exactly where.”
At my teasing question, Sena pouted, then answered.
“Ah, down there feels good.”
“Hey.”
I grabbed her legs, slamming my hips roughly. Plung.
“Hk!”
“Exactly where.”
“M-my… p-pussy… feels good.”
“How good?”
“When you shove your cock in my pussy, it throbs and feels good.”
Classic Sena—teach her one, she gets two. I intensified the thrusts. Plung. Squish. Plung. Squeltch.
Each slam pushed Sena's hips and the bed back. Her face twisted in pleasure. Witnessing it up close gave indescribable satisfaction.
“C-cum… ming…”
“What a pathetic pussy. Cumming already after a few pumps?”
“G-gonna cum… cum—ming!”
Climax again. Her pussy clenched tight, body shuddering. Sena heaved roughly, but I had no intention of stopping.
I flipped her over.
“Kyaa!”
Into doggy style, then slammed roughly into her reddened ass. Pfwoof!
“Eek!”
Pfwoof!
“R-rough…!”
Pfwoof!
“Please… I just came, let me rest…!”
“Tsk.”
Smack! I whipped her ass hard. It quivered from cheeks to waist as she felt it.
“Who talks back to their Master?”
“S-sorry!”
“Count. Ten on the other side.”
I swung at the opposite cheek. Crack!
“T-two…”
Smack! Crack! Smack! Crack!
“Three… four, five… six!”
The conquest and pleasure of pounding her reddened, spanked ass—only those who've felt it know.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Seven! Eight, nine, ten!”
I gripped her throbbing ass like a handle, pulling as I thrust to amplify the impact. Plung! Plung! Plung! Plung!
“Eeeeeek!”
Deeper thrusts turned her screams into sweeter, sultrier moans.
“A-again… cumming!”
“Shout 'sorry for my pathetic pussy!'”
“S-sorry for my pathetic pussyyyy!”
Splurt! Not pussy juice—urine squirted as she climaxed! Sena convulsed, but my pistoning never stopped.
Another position. I lifted her up. Arms under her legs, hooked behind her neck. The classic piledriver.
“Ah! Aang! Ah! Ack! Aah!”
Pounding her like an onahole, and now I felt the build-up. I stood before the full-length mirror.
Sena's petite body folded, getting fucked like a fleshlight—plain as day. Her expression was so dumbed-out, unrecognizable as her. Tongue lolling, unable to retract it, just taking it.
“Sena. Look at the mirror.”
She glanced, then tucked her tongue and averted her eyes in shame.
“Look at the mirror.”
Obeying, she looked again—face, ears, neck flushing crimson.
“That's you.”
“P-pathetic.”
Spanked-red ass. Folded posture, fixed like an onahole, roughly pounded. Yet pussy juice drooling, loving it. Sweat-matted hair, flushed face.
Pathetic to her, maybe. To me? Adorable. Lovable. I wanted to break her, make her mine.
“Pathetic?”
“Me, in this shameful state, getting fucked…”
“What's the problem?”
I whispered in her ear, voice low and pleasurable, lips brushing.
“It's just you and me here.”
“Ugh…”
“Sometimes, ditching yourself and just being happy feels good.”
Intrigued, Sena eyed my reflection.
“…Ditch myself?”
“Noble witch drawing envy, jealousy, fear—but that image gets annoying sometimes.”
Pfwoof! I thrust up.
“You, me, everyone—we're human. It stresses you out. How heavy is your position's burden?”
“Sometimes I want to quit everything.”
“So let's ditch it all, just for now. You're not Sena Michele. You're just my nameless cocksleeve.”
“Aah…”
Her expression melted. Like a woman in ecstasy.
“Ignore the world's gaze and burdens that torment you. Become someone new.”
“I'm… Lee Hyun's cocksleeve…”
“We call that 'deviation.'”
Sometimes you want to throw everything away, not be yourself. Chasing instincts and pleasure, escaping worries. That's deviation.
“Aaaaah…”
It worked—her face bloomed with a brain-melted smile of pleasure. Right now, she wasn't Sena Michele. Just a nameless sex slave enjoying bliss.
“Yes, that's it.”
“C-cumming… Master.”
“Me too… gonna cum! Inside!”
“Ah, aah! Fill me up! Aah! In your cocksleeve! Ah!”
I pulled out to the tip, then slammed deep! Pfwoof!
“Urk!”
“Aaaaaah—!”
Sena's head dropped; I shuddered, shooting my load. Morning's pent-up cum, stimulated and saved, poured refreshingly into her.
The ecstasy whitened my mind; I staggered back onto the bed, thankfully.
“Huff… huff… huff…”
“Haa… haa… haa…”
We panted in sync. Built-up fatigue drained away at once. Energy sapped, I couldn't move.
Squelch. I pulled out of her pussy. Sticky fluids dripped, plopping to the floor.
Sena sat atop me, staring entranced at the cum leaking from her pussy.
“Sena?”
“Deviation…”
Sena beamed innocently. So cute… my heart skipped.
“Kinda… nice.”