Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 25

“My body feels, ngh, strange.”

“It doesn’t feel good?”

“….”

It did feel good, though.

Compared to Nardi drinking my love juice, his tongue sweeping and licking my pussy felt much better.

His moist, warm, soft tongue touching my sensitive spots felt strange but pleasant. It was safe and harmless, without anything dangerous or worrying… like a sensation meant only to make my heart melt softly. Every time his tongue passed, the tender flesh pressed and smoothed under it as pleasure spread.

And now that tongue seemed ready to push deeper into the gap. After making my love juice flow in excess, he pushed his face toward the source.

“Aaah….”

He gently parted the narrow slit and passage as his tongue entered. He tasted the love juice pooled inside and moved his tongue slowly, swirling it around. His tongue muscle was flexible yet firm, like a thin snake moving with life. My mind spun, and my back arched involuntarily.

“Hh….”

As if soothing me, Nardi stroked and held my breasts while pushing his tongue as deep as possible, moving it around inside. My vagina and his tongue blended into one naturally, and his tongue loosened my inner walls with a slick, melting sensation. The hot, moist, pink membranes pressed against each other like twins, matching perfectly without any discomfort. Outside and inside, his tongue caressing and pressing my inner walls felt insanely good.

“Aah, there….”

I spoke without realizing it when the tip of his tongue brushed the upper part.

It felt especially good there, and it wasn’t my imagination. When Nardi stimulated that exact spot repeatedly, a strong, distinct pleasure bloomed. The whole inside of my vagina felt like an erogenous zone, so anywhere he touched was exhilarating, but that spot was exceptional.

Maybe encouraged by how I moaned and arched my back, the hand that had been caressing my breasts slid down to join in. While his tongue was still inside, a finger came in too. His fingertip pressed the exact spot his tongue had been touching, and his tongue slipped out.

“Uung….”

“You like it here?”

As if passing a baton, Nardi began pressing that spot firmly.

“Ah, I like it, ngh…!”

Why did it feel so strange there?

The upper side of my vagina, at the 12 o’clock direction. It was close to the entrance, so he curved his finger like a hook and pressed upward with his fingertip. Naturally, a finger was stronger than a tongue, so every press brought sharp pleasure and even made me feel the urge to pee.

“Aah, ah….”

With one finger buried inside me, Nardi lifted his upper body. His excited, blank expression looked down at me as he unbuttoned his shirt with his left hand. Underneath, masculine, firm pecs and abs appeared. And his pants… there was no need to mention the outline.

“Ngh, it feels… good….”

“It feels good?”

“Yeah, haa….”

It wasn’t flattery; it really felt good. So intensely good it was becoming a problem. The urge to pee grew so much that I had to whisper.

“Now… do it differently.”

“How should I do it?”

While I hesitated over how to answer, Nardi naturally shifted from pressing that pleasure point to moving his fingers back and forth. He inserted and withdrew them, rubbing my inner walls.

“Nngh, like that….”

He reacted exactly to my unspoken desire.

His long, thick-knuckled fingers thrust in and out, sending a refreshing jolt of pleasure as more love juice seeped from my inner walls. With slick, wet sounds, Nardi thrust his fingers, pressing pleasure points between each motion, then increased the number of fingers. With two fingers held together horizontally, he curled them to strike upward at that pleasure spot.

“Hhh…!”

At the same time, with his left hand he roughly rubbed over his pants, then pulled out his hard shaft. Even if I turned away or closed my eyes, I could feel its presence. The size and rigid thickness made it impossible to ignore. To make things worse, Nardi began stroking it.

Is he really going to enter me now….?

His shaft was so big and thick that I needed a lot of resolve before I could let it inside.

After enjoying his caresses for a while longer, while he was pleasuring me and stroking himself at the same time, I asked him, “Did you take the contraceptive?”

“Yes, I took it earlier.”

I struggled to lift my upper body and faced Nardi.

“Let’s switch positions. I want to be on top.”

“You do?”

The moment he spoke, his two fingers slipped out.

“Ugh….”

Maybe it was something like a sense of responsibility as his senior.

At the Magic Tower, I was usually the one leading him, but in sex it felt like the opposite, so I wanted to at least find some middle ground. Nardi was my first partner, but I was an adult too, and I knew everything I needed to know. Of course I knew about the position with the woman on top.

First, I took off my pajamas completely, which had been bunched annoyingly over my chest, then smoothly shifted positions on the bed. Nardi lay down comfortably, and I planted both feet on either side of his hips, crouching over him. With my legs spread in a slightly embarrassing pose, I bent my knees and lowered my crotch. The glans of his upright shaft bumped against my slit with a soft thud.

“Nngh, let’s do it together. Putting it in….”

In reality, it was me asking for his help.

“Yes, Eloise.”

Nardi grabbed his shaft with one hand and rubbed it against my sex, which was hovering in the air, up and down and side to side. Parting the flesh that wrapped my entrance, he nudged into the gap he’d loosened so much with his tongue and fingers. In the slick, slippery opening soaked with love juice, he pressed the tip into place and pushed it in.

My vagina and the glans caught shallowly, and I bent my knees more to lower myself. As the firm shaft rose up inside, my vagina stretched open just that much. The tight passage turned into a cylinder with a much larger diameter.

“Mngh….”

It was a lot to handle.

Once he was in to a certain depth, I stopped lowering myself for safety. It felt like I’d been skewered on a thick stake. His connected shaft supported me, but since it wasn’t fully inside yet, the area around my entrance still floated awkwardly. I braced my hands on Nardi’s abs and leaned my upper body forward.

“Haa….”

“You did well.”

He lifted his hand and swept the hair hanging down over my face behind my ear. We’d barely managed to get him inside, but he praised me generously. It was a necessary time to adjust. I quietly caught my breath and met his eyes.

Brilliant blond hair, deep violet eyes, a straight, high nose, and red, full lips.

Objectively, a very handsome face.

Even though I believed looks were just a superficial shell, when I looked at him like this, I couldn’t deny how drawn I felt. And it wasn’t just his looks; in other ways too, he was a very attractive person.

He’d graduated from the academy at the top of his class just like me and was good at magic, but unlike me, he was cheerful, kind, and sociable. He had a languid, relaxed air about him.

“I like you.”

He was also someone who expressed his feelings honestly.

“Mm.”

I gave a short answer, then slowly started to move.

It felt like I’d inserted a tower that was insanely thick at the top and grew even thicker toward the base. His shaft spread my vagina wide and filled it so there was no space left, but I deliberately tightened around him. When I clenched and contracted, my inner walls and his skin smacked together and pushed against each other.

“Haa….”

Nardi let out a low breath, as if he felt it too.

With that huge shaft inside me, just repeatedly tightening and relaxing my vagina sent sharp waves of pleasure through me. Feeling the hot, hard shaft so vividly as I stimulated my vaginal walls, I naturally shifted into a back-and-forth motion.

With both hands braced on his upper body, I started lifting and lowering my hips. Strength went straight into my calves and thighs, and when I raised my pelvis, I slipped almost all the way off his shaft, then when I dropped back down, the shaft rose from below and filled me again. The tight horizontal folds of my inner walls were scraped in long, vertical strokes over and over.

“Ah, aaah….”

“Haa….”

His shaft was excessively thick, but its length and hardness worked to my advantage when I was the one moving. I could adjust the depth of penetration as much as I wanted and scratch my itchy vagina in just the right places.