"Take it."
I dumped yet another load—I'd lost count how many times—deep inside Grayfia's pussy.
With every throbbing pulse, semen burst at her innermost point and merged with the older cum already pooled there. This cunt really was the best. Bracing both hands against the tree trunk, I grabbed the ass she was sticking back at me, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh as I basked in the pleasure of release.
"Nn…!"
When I stirred her insides with my cock, a sound slipped out of Grayfia's mouth.
Guess that's enough for now.
I let go of her and pulled out of the pussy I'd been buried in the whole time. Thick clumps of semen oozed out of her swollen entrance and dripped to the ground. That scene repeated over and over until Grayfia finally collapsed to her knees where she stood.
"Haa… haa…"
It hadn't been particularly rough compared to usual. Even so, her breathing was ragged.
The sun was tilting, bathing the forest in the red of evening.
Off in the distance, in front of the villa, Rias and the others were still there. They'd come all the way into the mountains to train at this summer house, her Gremory servants in tow. They'd disappeared now and then for lunch or to change training spots, but I hadn't stopped fucking Grayfia even once.
What I'd learned over the course of the day:
Rias and her crew didn't have enough skill yet to even notice our presence.
I hadn't used my powers at all this time. I'd just hidden in the brush and deliberately suppressed my presence in the ordinary way. I'd honestly expected them to catch on sooner or later, but apparently I'd overestimated them a little.
"Lick it."
I ordered Grayfia, who was still drooling semen into the undergrowth. Slowly, she turned my way, then crouched and began to lick my cock.
At my added instruction—"Spread your legs"—she shifted into a wide-legged squat, taking my cock into her mouth and using her lips and tongue to worship it, cleaning away the cum stuck to the shaft and head.
Warm, diligent service. I was satisfied, and let my thoughts drift to what I'd do next.
I'd head to the other villa I'd had Ravel prepare and let Grayfia rest for the night.
Rias's training would continue for quite some time. Tomorrow I'd fuck Grayfia in front of them again, and as for tonight… I could find something else to amuse myself with.
Reaching that conclusion, I quietly used one of my abilities so that Grayfia wouldn't notice.
"Nn… haa…"
Asia Argento was being attacked by a strange kind of heat.
It wasn't a cold or a fever. It was a heat welling up from deep inside her lower belly. It had started while she was bathing after dinner and had been slowly eating away at her ever since.
At first, she'd managed to endure it.
Now, though, it was impossible.
Alone in a private toilet in the villa, Asia sat on the seat, biting down her voice as she touched herself. She pushed up the hem of her pajamas to grope her breasts, spread her legs wide, and used the fingers of her right hand to stroke her sex. Each motion made more slickness spill from her slit—far more than she'd ever imagined her body could produce.
Maybe her body was just startled by the unfamiliar environment.
Even so, this was strange.
Troubled by the abnormal sensations assaulting her, she kept moving her hand. Tentatively pinching the hooded little nub at the top with her fingers, she jerked and arched her back when a sharp jolt of pleasure lanced through her.
"Ah… ahh…"
She was getting dragged around by this thing called masturbation.
In her life up until now, she'd hardly ever touched herself down there. She had no idea what she was doing. So this was all trial and error. It feels good if I touch here. That hurts. This is too much. Her body learned as she went, memorizing how to vent this heat.
Before long she forgot to hold her voice back, lost entirely in masturbation.
The once pure, demure girl was gone; in her place was a woman in full heat, wearing a wanton expression as she played with her sex. Wet squelch and schlick sounds filled the cramped stall, mixing with her sweet moans. Anyone listening would have gasped. Anyone honest about their desires would have started touching themselves on the spot.
"Ah… ah… nn…!"
Asia couldn't control herself anymore, just let the sounds pour out.
More, she wanted more. More pleasure.
Obeying that universal human desire, she moved her hands. But for all her effort, her lack of knowledge held her back.
It was then that Asia remembered.
The adult magazines she'd seen at the home of the boy she loved—Hyoudou Issei, her precious companion.
Ever since she'd begun living at his place, she occasionally cleaned his room for him, and in the process had seen the stacks of porn he owned.
Among those images, there had been a woman with a man's penis in her mouth, sucking it. A professional, no doubt. She'd been on a bed, face buried at the man's crotch, cheeks relaxed in bliss as she took him in. Just the memory of that scene made Asia's heart race.
Kind of like… this, I think…
Asia lifted the hand that had been kneading her breast and brought her index finger to her lips.
"Nn… slrp…"
She tried sucking on it like it was a cock—but something felt wrong.
Of course it did. There was no real comparison there. Asia pulled her finger out of her mouth.
"Mm…"
And then something impossible happened.
This was strange. Her finger was definitely out of her mouth… and yet the "finger" that remained between her lips was steadily growing larger. It was hot. It gave off a heavy, male musk no finger should ever have. It was like the penises she'd seen in those magazines—no, even more imposing than that.
This isn't a finger…
Just as she reached out to confirm what it really was, her consciousness went hazy.
She'd never been drunk before, but this had to be what being drunk felt like.
Her vision blurred, her thoughts refused to pull themselves together.
Her mind floated, light and untethered. A strange euphoria swept through her.
"Jup… guchu… ngh…"
The "finger"—no, the cock—pushed deeper into her mouth. It drove forward, further and further, until the tip bumped into the back of her throat. It was big. It was thick. Asia opened her mouth wider without a hint of resistance, welcoming it in.
Saliva clung to the meat, carrying its male scent all through her mouth.
It flooded her nose, crashed into her lungs, until she felt filled with nothing but that smell.
"Nn… mm…"
Her thoughts melted.
It felt good.
That scent was addictive, something she wanted to keep breathing in forever.
What is this…? The question should have risen. Instead, for some reason, it evaporated before it could form, leaving no doubt in her mind at all.
"Shlp… schlpp… glch… schlub…"
Asia stared blankly at the bathroom door, doing nothing but accept the cock thrusting in and out between her lips. With her left hand, she circled and rolled her clit, while the fingers of her right hand spread her slit and traced again and again over the soft pink flesh of her inner folds.
Feels good. It feels good. It feels so good.
Perched on the toilet, she spread her legs even wider.
Anyone standing in front of her now would have an unobstructed view of everything between her thighs. Because she was using her fingers to open herself up, even the most intimate parts of her sex were on display.
"Jub… guchu… slrp… gobuh… nn…!"
Each time she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her womb throbbed. Her arousal surged.
Her fingers—especially the right hand working her pussy—were drenched. Her juices were flowing so heavily they couldn't even stay on her skin; they dripped steadily into the water below, one drop after another.
A living sex toy, doing nothing but sucking cock and masturbating.
Asia never thought to question the surreal reality she was in, just kept pouring her time into pleasuring herself. She'd probably never spend a more pointless stretch of hours in her life. And yet, she couldn't stop.
It felt good to move her fingers faster.
Her clit felt even better if she peeled the hood back.
Scratching around the entrance to her vagina felt amazing.
But she had to be careful.
She mustn't break her own hymen while masturbating. Someone else was supposed to take that from her later.
Information poured into her mind in a flood. What she should do, what she shouldn't. Helpful tips she never could have come up with on her own; she swallowed them all whole and sank deeper into slavery to pleasure.
In the middle of that, her pleasure suddenly spiked.
Her awareness burst apart. A wave of ecstasy raced through her body, wiping her mind blank as she convulsed and squirted.
A sharp psshh sprayed from her, splashing onto the seat, splattering the floor. Whether she noticed or not, her eyes were unfocused, staring into nothing, as orgasm after orgasm claimed her.
"Nn… ngh… nnngh…"
Just then, the cock in her mouth shuddered and began to unload.
Thick spurts of cum burst into her throat with a blort, blurt, blurt, splurt, spurt, twitch.
The stink of male sex was incomparable to anything before.
Sharp, animal, it invaded her senses. Her cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk's as her mouth filled with the stuff.
Swallow it.
A man's voice echoed in her skull.
She felt like she'd heard it somewhere before—but that thought was cut away before it completed, and Asia simply did as she was told, gulping the semen down.
She mustn't spill a drop. If she did, it would trouble someone important to her.
That nonsensical conclusion spread through her mind as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Gulp… gulp… gulp…"
She squirted again as she drank, another psshh of fluid shooting from her lower body. Her throat and stomach rejoiced at the touch of the white liquid. With every swallow, happiness bloomed inside her, and Asia's slim hips rocked from side to side on their own. Thin, clear fluid clung to the floor in trembling streaks, thrown about by her movements.
Her stomach swelled with the semen pooling inside. Unending orgasm wracked her.
For innocent Asia, there were too many brand-new sensations all at once.
Eventually, she slumped back against the toilet tank and passed out.
Even unconscious, she continued to leak in weak little bursts, water spraying intermittently from her overstimulated body.
The floor was soaked.
A beautiful blonde woman sat on the toilet seat with her legs spread as wide as they would go, trembling and unconscious, eyes closed. Any inexperienced man who saw that scene would probably cum on the spot without even touching himself. The air was so thick with the smell of sex it was almost visible.
With a wet slurp, the cock slid from Asia's lips.
Using her soft mouth like a cloth, it wiped the lingering semen from the tip. Once it was clean, the organ faded into the air, vanishing as if it had never existed.
Several hours passed before Asia woke.
Realizing she'd somehow gotten everything wet, her face burned with shame, and she hurried to clean up in secret.
Meanwhile, the white sludge sloshing in her stomach churned like a murky flood.
She never noticed it. Slowly, over time, it was digested, broken down into nourishment, and began to circulate deep inside her body.
For now, at least, I still haven't laid hands on Rias and the others.