The End of the Beginning, Part 2

After that, Yoal spent hours on end driving Sherah to the heights of lewd pleasure, over and over again.

"Yoal💕 Hold me, hold me tight…💕 O, nno💕 Hih💕 Cumming, cumming, c-cummi💕💕 Cummiiin💕"

"… Don't blame me if you break."

Whenever she pleaded in that fawning, coaxing voice, Yoal obliged her as much as he possibly could.

He bore down on her tiny body with his full weight, embracing her hard enough to crush her while pounding away at the mouth of her womb.

It looked for all the world like the rape of a small girl, but that seemed to be to her liking. Sherah raised her sweet climax cries again and again, sobbing and choking on them, driven to deep rapture over and over.

"Ahh… nn… Yoal, Yoal…💕 A kiss…💕 Give me a kiss…💕"

"I refuse."

"So stubborn. Talking like some blushing virgin now, after all this—nn, mm💕 nn, uuh💕 nn, u, n, fu💕 nfu, n, fu, nuuuh💕💕"

But her lips were the one thing he never once permitted. Whenever she begged for it, he forcibly clamped his palm over Sherah's mouth and once more drove into her with powerful, pistoning thrusts. He kept it up relentlessly until she climaxed. He watched up close as the breath against his palm grew hotter with obscene heat little by little, melting away into pleasure.

Made to cum without even being able to cry out—perhaps this too was to her liking, for Sherah begged for Yoal's kiss again and again.

And each time, Yoal covered her mouth and drove Sherah to climax with a relentless, rape-like reaming of her lewd hole.

After each climax, her soft vaginal flesh always churned obscenely. Into it Yoal poured a single drop of white seed, soothing that rutting, lascivious pussy.

When he lifted his palm away, her drool-smeared mouth was revealed. Perhaps she had come especially deeply, for Sherah's features were slack in the sweet afterglow of rapture, a blissful, euphoric smile upon her face.

"Ahhh…💕 It feels so good…💕 The more I cum, the better it feels…💕 Deep in my womb, this sweet, sweet feeling keeps crackling and bursting…💕"

"… About ready to be satisfied?"

"More, of course I want more…💕"

"… Figured you'd say that…!"

He'd long since stopped counting her climaxes. She had surely passed fifty by now.

A glance out the window showed the sky just beginning to pale toward dawn. From experience, it was safe to say Sherah would never be content with just a single night.

No helping it, then. Still pinning Sherah beneath him, Yoal gazed down at her and drove his shaft in deep. Pressing the tip snugly flush against the mouth of her womb, he twisted his hips and ground it around and around.

That alone made Sherah arch her spine until her chin tipped upward, the depths of her belly trembling with a sweet, clenching ache.

"Nnh…💕 O, nn…💕 That deep… spot… I can't bear it…💕 Your hard glans, thrusting up against the deepest part… nnh…💕"

"… Here, is it."

"Ahhh…💕 Yesss…💕 There, right there…💕 So good, so good…💕 Thud, thud… it echoes right through my belly…💕"

Sweat dripping from the tip of his chin, Yoal thrust rhythmically up into her depths, thud, thud.

Their hips collided with a dry slap of flesh. With powerful strokes he pressed flush against her frail little lower belly, knocking again and again at her melted cervix. Each time it touched, the innermost depths of her lewd hole suckled at his urethral slit, chu, chu.

Next, Yoal spread Sherah's legs far wider than necessary. Past an M-shape and all the way to a V, splayed wide open.

Even Sherah blushed a little, bashful at that. The soaking-wet junction where she gulped down his massive cock had been laid completely bare.

Though whether that shame was genuine, or born of masochistic delight, was anyone's guess.

"Ah, nn…💕 There's no need to spread me so wide, surely…💕"

"… You like being made to do it when there's no need, don't you."

"… T-talking like you've got me all figured out…💕"

Sherah's cheeks flushed red all at once. She turned her eyes away with a huff, pursing her lips in a petulant little pout.

How much of it was sincere was impossible to tell, but she was clearly steeped in pleasure. Her lewd hole squeezed his rigid shaft over and over, kyuu, kyuu, trying to wring the semen out of him.

Yoal gently took hold of her slender ankles and once more dug back into her melted vaginal flesh. Each time his hips struck home, the sticky lewd nectar burst with a wet sound.

The more he thrust up into her depths, the higher her cloyingly sweet, melting moans rose, and Sherah climbed slowly, steadily toward the peak of bliss once again.

"Ah💕 Nn💕 Nnh💕 … Haahh…💕 Aaahn…💕 Hah…💕 Ah…💕 Ah, cumming…💕 The deep one's coming…💕"

With every thrust Sherah sobbed brokenly in a sweet, melting voice. Her eyes were soaked and rapturous with pleasure, her lips slack in a delighted, coquettish smile. It was a lewd sight that made plain she was savoring the pleasure of sex in earnest, from the very depths of her body and soul.

Pleasure accumulated in her tiny body. It swelled slowly in the depths of her womb, filling Sherah head to toe. All the while, Yoal scraped at the roof of Sherah's vagina with the ridge of his glans, zori, zori, pouring still more carnal delight into her.

At last, tears of joy spilled from the corners of Sherah's eyes. The lewd pleasure that had built and built ravaged her tiny body, drawing her supple limbs taut.

"Ah💕 Ahn💕 Nnh💕 Ah, cumming, cumming💕 Yoal, just like that…💕 So deep, so sweet…💕 Let me cum…💕"

"—No."

It was the very instant Sherah was about to climb to the peak of carnal pleasure.

Keeping his urethral slit pressed flush against her cervix, Yoal stopped moving and gripped Sherah's slender waist firmly. So that she couldn't cum on her own.

"… Fu, ah… eh…?"

Sherah gaped blankly, mouth hanging open. Unable to contain her pleasure-flushed woman's body, she squirmed and writhed her hips—but her small frame didn't so much as budge.

Tears welled ever more in Sherah's eyes as she knit her brow in distress. As if the anguish of being denied the sweet climax she craved so desperately were seeping out of her.

"… Th-this, stop, Yoal…💕 Y-you're joking, surely…? Why, ku, auuu…💕"

"It's no joke. I'm serious."

"Akku, un…💕 I-I want… I want to cum, though…💕"

Yoal ground up against her depths, silencing her noisy mouth.

Sherah writhed her whole body, reveling in the womb-pleasure, but that alone wasn't enough to bring her to climax.

He gave her just enough pleasure to keep her from cumming, sustaining Sherah's lewd craving. So that the blazing flame of her carnal lust wouldn't suddenly gutter out.

"I can't keep humoring a horny old hag's bottomless libido forever, you know."

"Th-that's a cruel way to talk to your master, is it not…💕"

Sherah raised the corners of her eyes as if to glare at the man atop her belly.

But there was no hiding the coquettish way her slender shoulders shivered with delight—it was plain as day she was mad with pleasure at his humiliating words.

"That's why I'm going to edge you until even you, my master, cry uncle—I won't let you cum until you're bawling your eyes out and begging me for mercy. Until then, don't you dare cum without permission."

"… H-hmph… such a thing… if you can manage it, then… go ahead and try… We shall see how long that lasts, shall we not…?"

Sherah spat the words out, her eyes brimming and moist. Perhaps this was unexpected even for her, for her small hips trembled faintly, fitfully.

He half-thought it was nothing but a cheap trick, but it seemed worth a try. Gently flicking her pink nipples, swollen taut and erect, he thrust his hips in while watching Sherah writhe and weep.

"Nnh…💕 Ah, nn, kufuuu…💕"

Toying with the hard, stiff nipples, he kissed her at the deepest part of her body. Twining lewd nectar between the reproductive membranes of male and female, he made them nestle together, stoking each other's obscene heat higher and higher.

Sherah let out enraptured, nasal, coquettish breaths, wriggling her hips restlessly. Her light brown skin was more sweat-damp than before, her cheeks flushed vividly. Even subjected to what might be called humiliating torment, her masochistic delight remained unchanged all the same.

Yoal ran his tongue over every part of her small frame. The tip of her chin, the nape of her neck, her chest, and then her armpits.

When he lapped thickly up the hollow of her armpit, with its glossy curve, Sherah let her gaze wander as if terribly embarrassed.

"Th… this, such a place…💕 Ah, the sweat must reek there, will it not…?"

"Yeah, it reeks. The thick scent of a female in heat."

"… Nnh, ku, uuu…💕 M-must you humiliate me at every little turn…💕"

Sherah gnashed her teeth in vexation. And yet she showed not the slightest sign of actually disliking it. This despite the fact that, with her level of skill, she could have reversed their positions at any moment.

Was she determined to keep it within the bounds of lovemaking, or—was she herself seeking out the kind of pleasure that thrives on masochism and shame?

Just like that, Yoal forced Sherah to keep her arms raised in that posture. Both arms flung out above her head, as if swearing submission.

"That's right. Just stay put and let yourself be taken like a good girl."

"… Ch-cheeky brat…💕 … Nnh…💕 Ku, uuu…💕"

Once more he gathered her tiny body completely into his arms. Pressing his sweat-damp, thick chest against her, he forced her to feel a man's body heat.

And whenever Sherah talked back, he rolled his hips, gurun, gurun, grinding around at her cervix. Sherah raised a sweet shriek and twisted her body in anguish.

The inside of her vagina writhed vigorously, trying to drive Yoal's cock to climax. But no matter how superb a masterpiece of a pussy it was, it couldn't wring the semen out of him while he stayed pressed flush and still.

"… Like this, let's see. Shall I make you hold out for, say, seven days and seven nights?"

"—I-impossible, that's plainly impossible…💕 The depths of my womb ache so, I shall go mad, will I not…💕"

"You're the one who told me to drive you mad."

Stamina was no issue. After all, she was the one who had trained him so mercilessly.

So long as he kept up his fluids, going at it continuously wouldn't be all that difficult.

"… Perhaps I ought not to have gone and needlessly built up your stamina so…"

"I'll dote on you nonstop, just like you wanted, you lecherous old hag. No complaints, right?"

"… U, ukku…💕 L-like I said, don't put your mouth on such a place…💕"

Yoal once again ran his tongue over the hollow of her armpit and kissed it. Or traced the hollow of her collarbone with the tip of his tongue, sucking with his lips to leave marks.

When he lifted his face and looked down, Sherah, for all her moist eyes, plainly couldn't suppress her rapture. Even the humiliating way he addressed her made her hips shiver with delight, her honeypot clenching all the harder.

"… D-do as you please… By now I'd hardly be loath to grant you full mastery of my art, would I…?"

Sherah put on an obvious show of bravado. Her brows drooped pathetically, and her voice cracked, high-pitched with excitement.

Then Yoal decided to do as he liked without reserve. Rolling his hips to crush against her depths, he doled out pleasure slowly.

"Ahhi…💕 U, ku… n, uu…💕"

In that instant, Sherah wrung a sweet shriek from her slender throat, twisting her tiny body in anguish—swaying her plump little rear yearningly.

Her wet eyes craved that sweet climax, gazing fixedly at Yoal as if to beg for it.

   

His declaration of seven days and seven nights was no idle boast.

Day and night, Yoal never let Sherah go, relentlessly toying with her melted cervix.

"U… n, kuuu…💕 Yoal…💕 Please, I beg you, no more…💕"

"… Say what you want, but the moment I let you cum, you'll just want more all over again. I won't be fooled."

"I won't, I won't ask again…💕 Pleeease…💕 Let me cum, let me cuuum…💕"

Sherah pleaded desperately in a cloyingly sweet, melting voice. That fawning, coquettish tone struck his earlobes, setting Yoal's head boiling hot.

But letting her cum so easily would ruin the whole scheme. Ignoring her persistent begging again and again, Yoal simply kept tormenting her.

To make sure she wouldn't cum under any circumstances, he pressed slowly at her cervix while tickling her nipples. Her pink nipples grew ever harder, stiffened rock-solid.

Anguished, sweet shrieks rang throughout the room. The sweet-and-sour body odor of a female filled the sealed bedchamber.

Even the thick, nose-stinging scent of sex served only to fan his arousal further. Where they were joined, an obscene, squelching wet melody played over and over, and Sherah's sweet cries layered atop it.

Night after night passed, yet still the lewd nocturnal congress went on.

For the two of them, beings beyond human ken, neither food and drink nor sleep were strictly necessary. Even so, whenever Sherah began to doze, he allowed her to fall asleep just like that in his arms.

But Yoal didn't stop tormenting her even while she slept. He kept working and teasing the depths of Sherah's vagina as she breathed softly in sleep, never letting her sexual sensation rest for even a moment.

Even in her sleep, Sherah's hips twitched and quivered in tiny motions, and she leaked melted, panting moans like sleep-talk.

"Aaahn…💕 Cumming, cumming…💕 I'm cummiiing…💕 I-I'm gonna cum…💕"

"… I said, I'm not letting you cum."

"Auuu…💕 N-no more…💕 Pleeease…💕 Forgive me…💕"

By the time three days had passed, she had taken to sobbing and crying out that she was cumming, "Cumming, cumming💕" over and over. Despite the fact that she hadn't once reached rapture.

Even if she couldn't taste climax with her body, perhaps in her head she reached it again and again. Sherah's flush and her clenching only grew stronger, her whole body oozing a clammy, sweet-smelling sweat.

By the fifth day, Sherah's eyes finally stopped focusing. Unable even to swallow her drool, she shed tear after tear of joy. Pouring out meaningless sweet cries of "Ahhh💕 Aahn…💕" she wrapped her little arms and legs around Yoal's body. As if clinging to him.

"Yoal…💕 A kiss, give me a kiss…💕 Pleeease…💕 You don't even have to let me cum…💕"

"… I told you, I refuse."

"Auu…💕 So mean…💕 Even though I'm holding back this much…💕"

By the sixth day, the sweet, pleading words began to increase little by little once more. A cloyingly sweet voice, begging, her light brown skin flushed bright red.

Were they honeyed words meant to fawn over a male and seduce him, or an indecent craving wrung out of her without her knowing?

Either way, as if in punishment, Yoal poured his thick precum into the depths of her vagina. Sherah's womb received it deep in her belly as though delighted, her cervix twitching as if to beg for "more." That soft, squishy little mouth bit down at his shaft-tip over and over.

Yoal's own urge to ejaculate had built higher and higher, but it was nothing compared to Sherah, who looked ready to lose her mind.

He weathered the semen-wringing of her lewdly writhing, clinging vaginal flesh, biting back the pleasure surging up in him. He used his rigid shaft not as his own, but as a tool for tormenting her.

Not content with merely pressing against her cervix, he wove in short, choppy pistoning that scraped the ridge of his glans just short of her deepest point. Sherah convulsed all over in rapture, putting on a lewd display of shamelessly devouring the carnal pleasure.

And then the seventh day—or perhaps by the time date and hour had both blurred together.

"Ahhhh…💕 More, more…💕 Deep in my belly…💕 Squeeze it…💕 Squeeze it, crush it, please…💕 Ah, ah, aaahh…💕"

A womb-torment of slowly, steadily mounting weight, as if to crush her flat. Right on the verge of climax, his hips would draw back, and Sherah abruptly welled up with tears. A note of desolation crept into her pleasured cries, her melting voice trailing off cloyingly sweet.

Having doted on his master's tiny body without pause, he had come to understand her sensations almost perfectly. Sherah's sexual responses were now entirely at Yoal's mercy. If even these sensations were still held within the palm of a god's hand, then he'd truly be out of moves—but.

"… Nn… Yoa, l…!"

"… What is it."

Sherah's voice took on a note of anguish. The ache of her woman's flesh had surely long since passed its limit.

Her tiny honeypot buried to the hilt on his cock, Sherah softly parted her glistening lips.

"… Please… n-no… no more, forgive me…?"

"So you're admitting defeat, then. That's what this is?"

He gently touched Sherah's flushed cheek. Ruffling her utterly disheveled black hair, he peered intently into her eyes.

The palm cupping her face left Sherah unable to look away. Her eyes welling slowly with tears, she nonetheless gave a hesitant nod.

"… Defeat… I don't care, it's my loss, I lose…! Please, please…💕 Just, just…💕 let me cum, please…💕"

Tears spilled out like beads. Her vaginal flesh writhed and undulated lewdly, desperately clutching at his cock.

Yoal gently wiped away Sherah's tears with his palm.

"—No need to cry."

"… B-but… but…! If I admit defeat… then you'll go away and leave me, won't you…?"

He was about to say "well, obviously," when it hit him.

How long had Sherah spent all alone in this "Underworld Border"?

For one so far beyond human ken, there could not be many places for her in the living world.

It would be no wonder if she grew lonely for company. Though, judging by her usual high-handed behavior, one would never have imagined it.

"Sorry, but my feelings haven't changed. There's only one woman I love."

And yet, even so, Yoal declared it flatly.

To say it after having thoroughly bedded Sherah, while still buried inside her no less, made him a real scumbag, no two ways about it.

Even so, on that one point he hadn't the slightest intention of yielding.

Twenty years. The years spent with Sherah, given over day and night to training and austerities, had not changed Yoal's feelings.

If anything, one might say they had purified them to an extreme.

Yoal had chosen to chase after her by any means necessary—even if it meant betraying her.

"… I'd had a faint feeling that was how it was, I suppose…"

"If you're lonely for company, then go, to the living world or the Underworld, wherever. Go grab yourself some man. Anyone but me."

"Nnh, uu…💕 … That's hardly a thing to say while you're still buried inside me…"

"My bad."

Sherah twisted her body as if unable to contain her flushed, feverish flesh.

Unfortunately, Yoal couldn't answer her words. But he could satisfy her desire.

—If he was going to be a scumbag anyway, then he might as well play the scumbag through and through.

"As my one apology, at least, I'll make you cum until you nearly die. Make do with that."

As he spoke, he pinned Sherah's slender shoulders down. He could see the way they shivered with a sweet, tingling numbness.

"… If you don't… satisfy me… I sh-shan't forgive you, you know…💕"

Sherah said it bravely, raising the corners of her eyes.

Hearing that, Yoal was struck by a sudden idea. A little game to drive her utterly mad, just as she wished.