Senior, I've Come to Visit - Side Story 11

His thick shaft stretched my passage so wide it felt like I might split open, moving heavily in and out. My inner walls were pressed tight, scraped as if compressed together, and the pleasure deepened.

Ha, it’s really big….

“Which do you like more, the fake one or the real one?”

“I don’t know….”

I didn’t feel like giving him the answer he wanted. The dildo wasn’t necessarily worse than the real thing; in fact, its size had been quite reasonable. Nardi’s real shaft was so big it made my insides ache from being stretched.

“Did you, by any chance, put an enlargement spell on yourself?”

A ridiculous suspicion made me narrow my eyes. Nardi scrunched his face and laughed.

“Hahaha, how could you think that? That’s the greatest compliment a man can hear.”

It wasn’t a compliment.

“Hnn, really… a compliment?”

“What am I supposed to do with this naughty brat?”

Still thrusting hard, he seemed to think of something, then suddenly pulled his thick shaft out in one swift motion.

“Aaah…!”

“Should we do it from behind?”

Before I could answer, he wrapped his arms around me and flipped me over. Reflexively, from sheer habit built over countless rounds of sex, I got on all fours like a dog, raising my hips. For a second, a wave of self-awareness flickered through me, but it vanished the moment his shaft slid back into me from behind.

“Aaahhh….”

“I can take you like this too.”

Emphasizing the difference from the dildo, he slammed into me hard in a doggy position. Holding my hips, he pounded into me like he meant to split me apart.

Every time he withdrew, the scraping was so intense I worried pieces of my inner flesh might peel off, and when he plunged all the way in, the tip slammed the back of my passage, making my stomach ache. I endured the harsh thrusting for a while before shaking my head weakly and moaning.

“Hhng, a little… gentler….”

“Is it too much?”

He immediately softened both the force and depth of his thrusts.

“I can adjust it like this too.”

He really took pride in the strangest things.

“Hh, that thing can do that too, you know.”

The dildo could be controlled exactly how I wanted.

“….”

In silence, he kept thrusting for a while, then the hands gripping my hips slid up my body and grabbed my breasts. He cupped the downward-hanging flesh in his palms and kneaded them firmly, adding to the pleasure.

“I can touch you too.”

If he added his hands, wasn’t that unfair competition? Still, I nodded quietly. If I compared them any further, I had no idea what Nardi might do.

“I’m better than that thing, right?”

“I like you the best.”

I wasn’t just saying it to appease him; it was the truth. From the moment he entered me for real, the raw heat and vivid sensation impressed me all over again. The emptiness the dildo left behind vanished instantly. From his real shaft came a heat, strength, and vitality that no crafted object could ever mimic.

“…You like me the best?”

“Yeah.”

“And yet you were comparing me and that toy.”

I did tend to waver… especially in bed.

“What am I supposed to do when you go on your mission?”

“Ha….”

My little attempt at being cute poured oil on the gentle thrusting he’d settled into. His pace grew intense again, and I heard him mutter something like “sly little fox…” under his breath.

He was the one built like a giant wolf, honestly.

The bed creaked under us like two beasts rutting. Nardi drove into me with fierce thrusts, then paused to control himself, only to thrust hard again. Whenever he got carried away, he seemed to suddenly remember my plea for gentleness.

“You need me, Eloise.”

“Yeah, yeah….”

“You can’t live without me.”

Was this another round of brainwashing? He declared it in a firm voice. While drowning in pleasure, I nodded absentmindedly, then tried a bit of feigned cuteness again.

“Don’t go on the subjugation.”

“…Ha.”

“Then take me with you.”

“You’re driving me crazy, really.”

His broad chest pressed against my bare back. Like an actual beast, he covered my entire back with his upper body and slammed into me. From the outside, I probably wouldn’t even be visible under him.

“Should I tuck you right here against my chest and carry you around? Or should I put you in a backpack and carry you on my back?”

“Aahng, are you… telling me to use a shrinking spell on myself?”

“You don’t need a shrinking spell. You’re small enough that I can carry you just like this. I’ll hold or carry you everywhere so your feet never touch the ground.”

“Wow, ha….”

He always took everything one step further.

“Eloise.”

“What?”

“Do you really want to come with me? You can take leave and follow me. During the day, you rest inside a barrier, and at night, you sleep in my arms.”

“….”

I hoped he would take that as a joke.

Why would I waste my precious vacation days going to a monster-infested subjugation site…

“I’ll miss you. I love you.”

I declined indirectly by telling him something he liked.

“I love you more, you sly little sweetheart.”

His voice was tender, but his thrusts were rough. He alternated between gentle thrusts and sudden hard ones, but the hard ones grew more frequent. At the same time, he shortened the range of motion and rubbed deep inside, focusing on the tight inner passage. The pleasure spiked sharply. My inner walls were rubbed so quickly and intensely it felt like their folds might wear away.

“Aaah, aahng, aaah….”

“Don’t even think about sleeping early today.”

“Hh, why… suddenly….”

“Because you always fall asleep right after you climax. You can’t do that today.”

“No, hnn, I’m going to sleep… once I come….”

Because of the position, his shaft plunged in at a smooth angle, reaching deep. From the deepest point of my passage to the entrance of my womb, he scraped along a slanted diagonal line, and I felt climax rising fast.

“Alright then, I’ll just put you to bed early, and from tomorrow on, I’ll have to do it alone at the campsite again.”

Wow, seriously…

“Are you… aaah… threatening me?”

If I didn’t have enough sex with him, he was basically threatening to go masturbate outdoors.

“I’m… hngh… I’m going to sleep. I get sleepy after I come.”

Still refusing to give up my favorite post-orgasm drowsy sleep, I protested weakly.

“In that case, I’ll have to keep you from climaxing.”

“What…? Ahk-“

My climax was right at the edge when he suddenly pulled out completely. Curled up like a ball on my stomach, I let out a confused sound as he turned me onto my back. It felt like it had been ages since I faced him directly.

“Why… why….”

Did he stop…?

I looked up in confusion, and he looked down at me and grinned. His smile was mixed with pain, as if he was struggling too.

“How about we delay your climax as long as possible?”

He acted like he would insert again, but instead angled his shaft differently. Instead of entering, the thick shaft slid upward, missing my entrance. Pressed against the outside of my sex, he rubbed forward and back.

The pleasure wasn’t weak, but it wasn’t enough to push me into climax either. I was so close just moments ago, and now the climax slipped further away, leaving me desperate. A beat later, I understood what Nardi meant.

He really meant delaying my climax.

He intended to keep holding it just out of reach, over and over.

“No, no… I don’t want that.”

I tried to protest, but he kissed me. As our tongues tangled reflexively, I felt him rub hot and sticky against me below.

When am I ever going to sleep at this rate….

A trembling mixture of anxiety and arousal fluttered in my chest.