Chapter 83: Volume 1- [ - 84 ]
She came. The orgasm — triggered by the creampie, by the sensation of hot cum flooding her insides — tore through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping, her legs wrapping around my waist and pulling me deeper.
[ Creampie (Quintuplet — Renna) — 350 pts ]
[ Virgin defloration (Quintuplet) — 500 pts ]
[ Virgin’s Gift multiplier — ×2 — Total: 1,000 pts ]
[ Simultaneous orgasm — ×1.5 — Total: 525 pts ]
I pulled out. The cock emerged with a wet, sucking sound, the shaft coated — white cum, red blood, the clear fluid of her arousal, the three mixed into a pink-tinged cream that dripped from the head onto her thigh.
She gasped at the loss. The emptiness. The sudden, cold absence where the fullness had been.
I placed my cock near her face. Let her see it. The shaft — wet, glistening, the evidence of her virginity and my orgasm coating every inch. She looked at it, then down — at her own pussy, at the seed leaking from between her lips, the white fluid mixing with the red.
“It is — blood,” she whispered. “My blood. And — your — the seed—”
I leaned down. Sucked her neck — the feather tattoo, the thin skin, the pulse beneath. She cried out, her body jerking, the overstimulated nerves firing at the contact.
My fingers found her pussy. Two fingers, sliding in — the cum and the blood providing lubrication, the walls still swollen and sensitive. I pumped. The fingers curled, finding her front wall, the spot the Pleasure Mapping had identified, and pressed.
“AAAANGH — what — your fingers — they are — I just — I cannot—”
I pulled the fingers out. They were coated — white and red, the mixture thick and glistening. I brought them to her mouth.
“Taste it,” I said. “Taste what we made.”
She trembled. Her lips parted. My fingers slid in — the taste hitting her tongue, the salt and the copper and the texture of the mixture, the flavor of her own virginity and my seed combined. She sucked — reflexively, the Dirty Whisper’s suggestion making the act feel natural, necessary.
“Mmmh — it is — the taste — I—”
“Good girl,” I said, and the praise was a training cue, the Imprint skill ensuring that the positive reinforcement sank into her subconscious and took root.
I flipped her. The motion was practiced — my hands on her hips, lifting, turning, her body rotating on the bed like a doll. She landed on her hands and knees, her ass presented, her pussy — swollen, red, leaking cum — visible between her thighs.
Doggy style. I grabbed her hips — both hands, the grip firm, the fingers sinking into the flesh — and pushed my cock back in.
“AAAAAH—!!”
The angle was different. Deeper. The head drove against her front wall, the pressure on her G-spot constant and direct. Her back arched, her head dropping, her brown hair falling across her face.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK!
“HAANGH — HAAANGH — DIFFERENT — IT IS — DIFFERENT — THE ANGLE — YOU ARE — DEEPER — I CAN—”
I lifted one leg. Her right leg, hooking it over my forearm, the angle opening further, the cock driving downward into her pussy. The position — half-spooned, one leg elevated — changed the geometry, the head finding new zones, the walls gripping from new angles.
“PLEASE — HIIIIEENGH — I CANNOT — IT IS — TOO MUCH — THE — EVERYTHING—”
I turned her again. Onto her back, one leg over my shoulder, the other held wide by my hand. The split — her legs apart, her pussy exposed and open — let me watch my cock going in and out, the shaft visible, the cum and the blood coating it, the lips stretching around the girth.
I slapped her ass. The sound was sharp — a crack that echoed through the room, the flesh rippling under my palm. She yelped, her body jerking, the pussy clenching around my cock at the impact.
“Your ass is tight,” I said, my thumb finding her anal — the tight ring of muscle, the untouched entrance. “Has anyone been here?”
“No — please — not there — that is not for—”
I pushed my thumb against the ring. Not penetrating — pressing, the pressure constant, the muscle resisting. The Touch Amplification made the contact intense, the nerve endings around the anal firing at enhanced capacity.
“AAAANGH — what — your thumb — it is — please — do not—”
I pushed my thumb into her mouth. Her lips closed around it — instinctively, the oral fixation triggered by the Dirty Whisper — and she sucked. The thumb — the same thumb that had been pressing against her anal — was in her mouth, and the taste of herself on it made her eyes widen.
I pounded. The rhythm increased — from moderate to fast, from fast to brutal, the cock hammering her pussy, the head hitting her cervix with each stroke. Her breasts — the full, heavy mounds — moved with each impact, the brown nipples pointing upward, the flesh shifting in the rhythm of the fuck.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK!
“KUAAAANGH — HIIIIEENGH — I AM — SOMETHING IS — I CANNOT — STOP — MY BODY — I CANNOT—”
She came. Again. And again. The orgasms were continuous now — the Touch Amplification and the Pleasure Mapping and the Deep Control working together, the Deep Control letting me trigger her climax at will, the Touch Amplification making each one a detonation.
[ Multiple positions (Quintuplet) — 400 pts ]
[ Multiple female orgasms — 300 pts ]
[ Doggy style — 150 pts ]
[ Leg-elevated — 100 pts ]
I pulled out. Stood. Looked at her — sprawled, marked, her pussy gaping and leaking, her body twitching. Her arousal meter was pegged at 100. It could go no higher.
“Come here,” I said, walking toward the bath.
The bath was a small room — a tub, a basin, a mirror. The water was cold, pumped from the well, but I heated it with a Mana Core I had forgotten I owned — the small crystal releasing its stored fire bolt into the water, the temperature rising to lukewarm.
I lifted her. Carried her to the tub. Lowered her into the water, her body settling, the warmth enveloping her, the cum and the blood washing from her thighs.
I climbed in behind her. My cock — still hard, the Infinite Torrent ensuring it would never soften — pressed against her back. My hands found her breasts — soapy, wet, the water making the skin slick. I kneaded, the Touch Amplification making the contact intense even through the water.
“Haah — your hands — they are — even in the water — I can feel—”
I turned her. Spread her legs. My face went between them — underwater, my tongue finding her pussy, the taste diluted but present. I sucked. The water ran over my face, over her thighs, the combination of liquid and tongue and the Touch Amplification making her scream even in the bath.
“KUAAAANGH — IN THE — WATER — YOUR MOUTH — I—”
I surfaced. Pulled her toward me. My cock — wet, hard — pressed against her cheek. She looked at it — the head inches from her lips, the water running down the shaft, the veins visible through the wet skin.
Her internal voice was a murmur of protest and hunger:
‘It was — inside me. It hurt me and filled me and made me scream and — I should not — but my mouth — it wants — why does it want—’
She licked. Her tongue came out — pink, tentative, the tip touching the head. The taste — the water, the cum, the residue of her own pussy — hit her, and her mouth opened wider. She took the head in. Sucked. Her head began to bob — up and down, the motion eager, hungry, the mouth of a woman who had been told she was a wife and was performing the duties she imagined came with the title.
“Gllck — slurp — mmmh — gllck—”