Lothair wiped a streak of white from her cheek with the back of her hand, then brought it to her lips and tasted it without hesitation. Her eyes narrowed in genuine surprise.
"This is... far too potent," she said, voice low and thoughtful. "Too healthy, pure, and the sheer quantity... If I had taken you inside me just now, a single release like this would have rooted deep. Fufu, pregnancy would have been certain. I were wise to not plunge that inside of me immeedietly~"
I lay there against the wall, chest heaving, mind floating in a strange clear haze.
Everything felt sharp—the sweat cooling on my skin, the ache in my thighs, the lingering throb between my legs.
Thoughts lined up neatly, like someone had wiped dust from a window. But underneath that clarity sat a quiet panic, was this much pleasure even safe?
Would my brain stay normal after feeling something this strong?
To be honest, it felt as if I had just taken drugs for the first time.
But, I did not have time to chase the worry.
Lothair shifted, straddling me again before I could catch my breath. Warm, slick heat pressed down, her folds sliding along the length of my weakening cock. Yet, the contact sent another jolt straight through me.
I managed a weak, wry smile. "Wasn't that enough already?"
She leaned forward, hair falling around us like a curtain. "Didn't you say that the Sinful Lust only awakens with true coitus? If we stay true to your instruction, what we did was merely the appetizer." Her voice dropped, teasing. "We have only just begun~"
Panic spiked hot and sudden hit me the moment she lifted her hips and lined herself up.
"Wait—this really is your first time, right? This barbaric magnum… it is somewhere around 20 centimeters. That is like, the tip of the finger and to the wrist! You sure that this won't hurt you?"
Her pussy was just right above my dick's tip. It was already messy with my cum all over it, and to think that this woman want that thing to be inserted into her—
Lothair's smile did not waver. "If you are worried it will look messy or feel wrong, I will handle that part with Demonic Essence." She tilted her head, amused. "Demons are far more resilient than humans, if I remember. I have prepared myself for worse things than a straddling a high quality manhood~"
Before I could protest again, she sank down.
Slow.
Deliberate.
The head slipped between her folds, and already the heat was unbearable—wet, tight, perfect. Pleasure slammed into me three times stronger than her hands had been. My vision blurred at the edges.
I gasped, fingers digging into the stone wall behind me.
A faint warm tingle spread from where we joined—her Demonic Essence might be the one working, easing the way, and maybe reducing the probability of being wounded and having a complication, especially since that was her first time.
But was it really her first time? Then again there was such thing as a Savant who could do everything perfectly even if it was their first time doing it.
My cum should also be easing the insertion, and it wasn't like I even had any experience of being fucked myself to know what is okay and is not okay when it comes to sex.
"Urgh! You're actually doing it...!"
Then, she took more, inch by inch, and there was no resistance, only that impossible tightness hugging every ridge and vein.
At barely a quarter inside, my cock throbbed so hard I thought it would burst again. My legs went numb. Drool slipped from the corner of my mouth without permission, and I could not think, could only feel—hot, wet, alive, and being squeezed out of my mind.
Then, the tip kissed something deep inside her.
Lothair let out a low chuckle. "Already touching my cervix... and I have taken less than half."
My voice cracked. "Slow—please, go slow… Forcing it might hurt you still—"
Her answer however, was a wide, wicked smile.
She dropped the rest of the way in one smooth motion.
The head pushed past her cervix, bulging her womb upward. My entire length disappeared inside her, wrapped in what felt like layers of warm molten silk.
A broken moan tore out of my throat. My hips jerked on instinct, trying to get deeper even though there was no deeper left.
Lothair cupped my face with both hands and crushed her mouth to mine.
Her tongue forced its way past my lips, tangled with mine, shared breath and saliva and heat.
I didn't really know it exactly, but I ended up believing that she tasted sweet—like ripe fruit and something darker.
I was drowned in it, and it felt harder to breathe than what it already was.
She began to move at my moment of weakness.
Up slow, down hard—up slow, down hard. Each drop dragged a moan from me., which got muffled in her mouth. My hands found her waist on their own, fingers sinking into soft skin. She rode me like she wanted nothing but to wring my dry.
The kiss broke, as a thin string of saliva connected our tongues.
But the connection was broken as Lothair licked her lips, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed deeper than before.
"How cute," she whispered, voice strangely husky and domineering. "Worrying about my comfort when you are the one falling apart~"
Hearing that arrogant tone, something snapped inside me.
I gripped her waist tighter and thrust up to meet her next drop. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the chamber.
She yelped—surprised, pleased—and her rhythm stuttered for the first time.
I did not stop. My hands slid up her sides, over her ribs, cupped her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms—I kneaded, thumbs brushing nipples, and she shuddered atop me.
Lothair grinned, breathless. "Taking initiative now? I did not expect that so soon."
"Would be unfair," I panted, "if only I looked like I was being pleasured."
She laughed—short, and then as if fighting against me, she leaned back, hands braced behind her on my thighs. She was trying to avoid me fondling her breast, which seemed to be more sensitive than she thought in the heat of this intercourse.
Now, on the complete offensive, the new angle let her slam down harder, hips rolling in slow circles between drops. And as a result, my cock stirred everything inside her, dragging along every ridge and fold.
The angle made her bouncing boobs more prominent, following along the momentum of each of her thrust. Her succulent pink nips tracing the air, hypnotizing my sight.
Pleasure coiled again, faster this time, tighter. I gripped her hips and pulled her down to meet each thrust, selfish, and eerily desperate.
"Going to—" I choked out.
"Do it," she ordered, voice shaking for the first time. "Inside! All of it!"
Her walls clamped down—convulsing in overwhelming climax as she tried to milk as many harvest from me.
I came with a strangled cry, flooding her womb in thick, endless pulses. But she kept riding through it, forcing every drop deeper, grinding until I saw stars.
When the haze cleared, I was hugging her waist like a lifeline, staring up at her sweat-slick body glazed white again. My cum leaked from the seal of our bodies, dripping down my balls, and making puddles on the floor.
I could see it through the valley of her beautiful breast, Lothair's face was flushed, exhausted, and utterly satisfied—looking down at me with soft amusement.
I could barely move.
She rose slowly, thighs trembling. A thick river of white followed, spilling over her folds as she stood.
She reached down, spread herself with two fingers, showing me the mess I made.
"Look," she murmured. "You are the first to claim this sanctuary of mine. It is not within my grand plan for this to happen, but I welcome it either way~"
I snickered, voice hoarse. "Will this be added to my debt?"
"Of course."
"Hahaha… cheapskate."
Amidst all that, I felt a warm pulse inside me, like something trying to emerge as something new.
『 Congratulations on your first successful coitus and insemination! Sinful Lust has begun reconstructing your partner's Ego essence. Now, you can capture and cultivate it into usable power similar to its origin! 』
I focused, reaching for the floating concept—Lothair's Ego, raw and vast.
It shimmered, slippery. I tried to shape it, fold it, make it mine.
But then, it slipped away like smoke.
Eli sighed in my mind.
『 Heh, looks like your failed. Well, that's a given. The essence gathered was insufficient. You will need more... sessions, to accumulate enough of the reconstructed fragment to perform a stable copy of the Ego~ 』
Lothair's eyes gleamed. She rested her chin on her hand, grinning.
"So? Did it work?"
I let my head fall back against the wall, defeated. "Not even close. It seems like one time isn't enough. Either that, or our intercourse is too short..."
Her blush returned, deeper this time. "Then we simply continue until it is~"
But right before I could respond, the door opened.
Hayja stood in the doorway with the smell of roasted meat and herb.
"Food is read—"
Her gaze swept over the room—cum-streaked stone, clothes scattered, both of us naked and wrecked.
Her face twisted in pure disgust.
"My bedroom is not a brothel..."
Lothair then snapped her fingers. Every drop of white lifted from skin and floor, gathering into a floating sphere.
A small portal opened; she flicked the sphere through it and let it vanish.
"I apologize, Hayja," she said lightly. "It seems that I was too excited."
Hayja threw Lothair's discarded dress at her head.
"Put your clothes on. I don't want the food to taste awful because of you freaks."