Senior, I've Come to Visit - Side Story 10

I handed him the now more manageable dildo again, signaling that I wanted us to continue together.

“Alright.”

Lying back down, Nardi held the dildo with me. When we guided it between my legs and tried inserting it again, it was definitely easier than before. Bit by bit, the head pushed into my entrance, spreading it open, and we managed to get it inside. Then, little by little, we slid the shaft deeper. The hot, firm pillar stretched my walls and scraped against my inner flesh as it went in.

“Mmngh….”

“How is it?”

“I don’t know yet….”

“Not sure?”

Speaking gently, he moved our joined hands forward and back, starting a slow thrusting motion. All my focus narrowed to the dildo and the way it rubbed inside me.

Ugh, this feels strange….

Because it was modeled after Nardi’s size and shape and then shrunk, the feeling was definitely similar. During sex, the exact shape of his shaft would spread me open, and that sensation, along with the way his thick veins scraped my inner walls, was reproduced here. It really did feel like a customized version of him rather than some generic toy.

But there were also differences I couldn’t ignore.

It lacked… life.

No matter how similar it was, the dildo was still an inanimate object. It didn’t have the vitality of real flesh. Even though he’d cast a warming spell so it felt hot and alive, and even though the texture was eerily close, there were still limits. If his real shaft was a living flower, this one was a beautifully crafted imitation. A perfect replacement didn’t seem possible.

“Aaah, nggh….”

Still, even with that slight disappointment, the pleasure prickled through me without rest. My hand was sandwiched between the dildo and Nardi’s grip, dragged along helplessly as he moved it. The front of the dildo slid in and out, scraping my inner walls with wet, sticky sounds.

During the thrusting, I did discover one advantage: because it was a tool, I could use magic on it. Thanks to my shrinking spell, it wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as his real size. Whenever I was with Nardi, he stretched me so wide I could barely breathe. But this wasn’t like that. The dildo moved smoothly and evenly through my slick passage.

“Eloise, say ah.”

I parted my lips, and he kissed me as if he’d been waiting for it. With my eyes closed, I tangled my tongue with his while feeling the dildo move below.

I’m going crazy….

Nardi, lying turned toward me, kissed me deeply while using the dildo between my spread thighs, and the whole situation felt intensely erotic. I was melting under his shadow, indulging in the pleasure he was giving me. With his smooth skill, he made me feel more comfortable with the dildo.

I wasn’t completely over the sense of artificialness, but I was starting to like it. My hand, which had been limp and letting him do all the work, gradually began moving on its own. Holding the base of the dildo, I started thrusting it myself, pushing it in and out and filling my pussy.

“Mmn….”

Sensing my change, Nardi loosened his grip. The hand that had fully wrapped around mine relaxed, then separated entirely. Naturally, he shifted to stroking my thigh, then my stomach, then my breasts, his thumb flicking and rubbing my nipple.

Too good….

My tongue and hand moved automatically, chasing pleasure. I kissed him eagerly, maybe too eagerly, because I ran out of breath quickly. Pulling away first, a lewd sound stretched between our lips.

“Haa, haa, haa….”

“You’ll be able to do it well by yourself too, my love.”

Nardi seemed relieved, as if a weight had lifted from his mind.

“Hh, I don’t know….”

The awareness that I was masturbating in front of him made a wave of embarrassment crash over me.

“What do you mean you don’t know, when you’re doing it so well? When you do it alone, you must think of me.”

“Uh, uh….”

“Did you hear me properly?”

“Yeah… when I do it alone, I should think of you.”

“That’s right. I always think of you when I do it alone too.”

He moved the hand that had been touching me everywhere and pulled out his own shaft, gripping the thick pillar.

Even through my hazy vision, that massive tower snatched my gaze at once.

“….”

Wow, it’s big…

A perfect match to the real one spreading me open right now. The original of the replica inside me looked like a tall, heavy tower. As he stroked himself with practiced ease, one thought suddenly crossed my mind.

“You’re not planning to… ngh… masturbate alone during the subjugation, are you?”

I remembered him once saying he had.

“Of course I have to. I do it every time I go.”

“Please… tell me that’s a joke.”

“How can I not miss you when I’m away? I always find a secluded spot, so don’t worry.”

A vivid image flashed in my head of Nardi, alone at some deserted campsite late at night, masturbating by himself. A complete madman.

“That’s… not reassuring at all….”

“Isn’t it?”

“That was sarcasm.”

“Hahaha, you really don’t need to worry. I’m a wizard.”

True, whether a monster or a person approached, he could cast a barrier, but did he really have to go that far….

Right now too, I wondered what on earth we were doing. Lying side by side on one bed, Nardi and I were each masturbating. I held the dildo and stroked myself front to back at a diagonal, while he held his real shaft and stroked it up and down with heat.

An indescribable wave of doubt hit me, and I almost said we should stop. But my hand wouldn’t stop moving, like it had built its own momentum.

“Aren’t you a little too good at that?”

He asked with a slightly displeased tone as he stroked himself while watching me. Earlier, he’d been delighted that I handled the dildo well, but now that I did it too well, he didn’t seem to like it.

Why did he make such a ridiculous object in the first place….

I felt petty all of a sudden and pouted.

“I like this one. I think it suits me better.”

“….”

His answer came a beat later.

“You’re teasing me again, right? You little brat.”

Hmph.

“Think whatever you want.”

“…Why does that one suit you better?”

“Because I adjusted the size. It’s not too big now, so it feels better.”

Even if it was just a toy, it was much more human-sized than Nardi’s real one. Easier to handle, less of a struggle. But Nardi, visibly shocked, stopped stroking and sat up.

“This thing is fake, fake! How can you compare something like this to me?”

He grabbed my hand along with the dildo, and at the perfect timing, he pulled it completely out of me.

Ah….

“I’m confiscating this for now.”

“Who gives something and then takes it back?”

“…Let’s make it clear which one is better.”

He must have been more shocked than I expected. His pointless competitive streak had been triggered for sure. He immediately spread my thighs wide and thrust his shaft into me.

The murderous force of his thick pillar stretched the entrance first, then pushed through my passage as if expanding each part in succession.

My inner diameter opened far wider than when I’d used the dildo, and the head plunged past the spot where the replica had reached.

“Hhh…!”

The sensation was like being pierced clean through from below.

I couldn’t even breathe for a moment.

Without giving me a second to adjust, Nardi began thrusting hard.