The End of the Beginning, Part 3

Mm, Yoal nodded in satisfaction.

The rope that had once bound Yoal's own body hand and foot.

The handcuffs that had once shackled Yoal's own limbs.

The blindfold that had once sealed away Yoal's own sight.

The collar that had once restricted Yoal's own movements.

Yoal used every last one of them to adorn Sherah's diminutive frame in the most immoral fashion.

No—perhaps it ought to be called downright criminal.

"… Y-Yoaaal… 💕 Like this, I cannot see a thing, now can I… 💕"

"Your voice is quavering… Getting all worked up playing slave, are we, Your "Legendary Witch Queen" Majesty?"

"U… kuuun… 💕💕"

Zoku-zoku-zoku—Sherah's whole body convulsed with a cloying sweetness.

A blindfold over her eyes, handcuffs on her arms. A collar was fastened around her slender throat, and the leash extending from it was gripped in Yoal's hand.

For all the world she looked like a captive prisoner or some such. That he could even dream up something this crude—Yoal was a little surprised at himself.

"I-I am not… worked up or anything… 💕"

"… Not something to say while dribbling pussy juice all over the place."

At his blunt remark, Sherah's cheeks flushed bright red.

At present she was being forced onto all fours, her plump rear thrust high into the air. Her buttocks looked small at a glance, but they were richly elastic, packed dense with firm flesh inside.

"Come on, lift that ass up. I'll put it back in right away."

"Nn… ah, unnn… 💕 Hurry, hurryyy… 💕"

Her tan rear swayed impatiently, squirming.

Yoal buried his shaft deep into her soaking-wet little hole once more. Her thoroughly melted honeypot, its grip undiminished, clung to him ceaselessly—truly transformed into a supreme cock-milking hole.

The tip of his shaft prodded easily at the depths of her, and Sherah curled her toes up tight. Her whole body stiffened with pleasure, her hips twitching and jerking.

"Here I go. I won't stop even if you cry."

"… A, ah… 💕 I don't… mind… 💕 Hurry… 💕 Pound me as hard as you can… 💕"

Sherah pleaded in a sweet voice steeped in rapturous ecstasy. Her knees, pressed to the sheets, trembled in tiny motions, and her vaginal opening rhythmically clenched down on his rigid member.

Dressed in her humiliating garb—adorned in restraints, she was plainly intoxicated by the joy of her own degradation.

"Fuu, fuu… 💕" Her breathing was ragged and unseemly, a nasal, coquettish panting leaking from her nose. Her tongue lolled slackly from the corner of her mouth, drool spilling freely now. Sticky, lewd nectar streamed down her thighs again and again, dripping onto the white sheets.

In that instant, the sharp crack of a spank rang out. Yoal yanked hard on the rope tied to her collar and drove the tip of his shaft forcefully against her cervix.

"… …! 💕 Hi, gu… nuuu… 💕"

That alone made Sherah arch her spine backward like a bow. She lost herself in the fierce mating pleasure she had longed for.

For seven days and seven nights she had been subjected to nothing but slow, persistent teasing. With a violent piston thrust suddenly driven into her, her feverish woman-flesh had no way to endure it.

Yoal drew his hips back at once. Grinding the ridge of his glans against her, he raked and stirred her vaginal folds, digging into her melted pussy. Gazing down at her delicately quivering spine, he thrust in again. He struck her cervix hard with a heavy thud, grinding and kneading it under pressure—then pulled back once more, and thrust in again.

A pleasure-torture without a shred of mercy. To drive Sherah into ceaseless rapture, he sent in relentless pistoning. Pan-pan-pan-pan went the dry slap of flesh, ringing without pause.

Every time Yoal's hips collided with Sherah's rear, the wet, sticky burst of nectar sounded out with a squelch.

"A, ah! 💕 Hii! 💕 Cummin'! 💕 Nooo, cummin', gonna cum, cummiiing! 💕 Cummin', gonna cum, gonna cuuum…! 💕"

"Yeah, cum, go ahead and cum…!"

He tousled Sherah's glossy black hair roughly and whispered softly into her ear.

That alone made her shoulders shudder, her vaginal hole clenching tight around him. Her small body convulsed so hard it seemed it might break, racing toward climax to release the lust that had built and built inside her.

Without stopping his pistoning, Yoal dug all the way to the deepest part of her soft, loosened hole. At the same time he bore down with his weight, grinding and kneading against her squishy cervix.

—That merciless assault on her womb was devastatingly effective against Sherah's utterly melted sex.

"Ahn!, !, aaahn! 💕 Cummin', gonna cum, cummi'! 💕💕 Cummin', cummiiing, I'm cummiiing…! 💕 Cumming cumming cumming cumming cummin-guuu—!! 💕💕"

Raising a shrill, melting orgasm-cry, her small body writhing in agony, Sherah came like mad.

A sweet climax she got to taste for the first time in a full seven days. A vaginal climax that melted body and soul alike. Sherah drank herself deep in that sweet carnal pleasure, clenching and squeezing his shaft. From her hole she sprayed out spurt after spurt of squirting nectar.

Having been teased so mercilessly, her rapture ran long and deep. Unable ever to climb back from the abyss of pleasure, Sherah convulsed all over in jerking spasms. From her small mouth, unseemly climax-cries spilled out completely unchecked.

"A, ah! 💕 Cummin', cummin', I'm cummiiing… 💕💕 Hii, ah, shtooop… 💕 N-not now, nooo… 💕 Y-your hips, shtop movin' your hips…! 💕"

"… Don't hold back. You held it in for so long. Empty your head, don't think about anything, and just drown in your pervy climax as hard as you can."

"I-I'm nod a pervert… 💕 Auu…! 💕 Hiuuu! 💕 Cummin', cummin-fuuu… 💕💕"

Her slender back shuddered without pause. Dripping not just drool but snot as well, Sherah wallowed in her lewd bliss.

All the while, Yoal shoved Sherah down into the swamp of pleasure with short, rapid thrusts. So she could not descend from the joy of climax, so she could devour still-deeper pleasure, he ground the tip of his shaft into her soft cervix.

"… Ah,, hi! 💕 Cummin', cummi-guuu… 💕 Again, cummin' agai… n-nuuu…! 💕"

"That's it, cum. Just keep cumming like that."

"Ah, ah, aguuu! 💕 I'm flyin', flyin', I'm gonna fly awaaay… 💕 M-my head, breakin', hya… 💕"

"If you black out, I'll make you cum and beat you awake. Then I'll make you cum till you black out again, make you cum even while you sleep, beat you awake again—I'll keep repeating that forever."

"… Fu… ah, ahh… 💕 A, ahnnn… 💕"

Sherah's voice melted, cloyingly sweet. The nape of her neck, peeking from the edge of the collar, trembled in a wistful little quiver.

Had she stacked another climax from imagination alone?—her soft flesh undulated fiercely, wringing his rigid member.

As if in return, Yoal slammed his hips against her powerfully. Pan, pan went the searing sound that fanned her masochism, ringing out shrilly.

Battered again and again at her sensitive cervix, Sherah climbed toward the peak once more, the pucker of her dainty rear hole twitching and clenching.

"Cummin', cummin', cummiiin! 💕 It's comin', comin', the deep one, it's comin'… 💕—Aaaahn!! 💕💕"

And in the instant Yoal dug into her woman-flesh as if peeling her vaginal walls upward, Sherah loosed a sweet climax-cry that sounded almost like a scream of despair.

A womb-orgasm reached with all four limbs bound and a collar fit for a pet fastened around her neck. The supreme sense of immorality and the joy of degradation heightened her climactic pleasure, and Sherah fell deeper and deeper. From where their bodies joined she dripped thick, cloudy-white arousal juices, her plump thighs quivering and convulsing.

Just then, Yoal suddenly gave the rope tied to her collar a hard tug.

"… Come on, you lewd hag. Show me that orgasm face with your total-slut nature laid bare."

"Ahu! 💕 N-no… ah, nuuu… 💕"

"You were begging for cock the whole time, whining 'I wanna cum, I wanna cum.' Don't give me any 'no.'"

Brooking no argument, Yoal forced Sherah's face up and pushed her blindfold aside at the same time.

Sure enough, her visage had gone slack to the point of dissolution. That it was a mess of joyful tears, drool, and snot went without saying; her mouth had gone soft with a blissful smile. Proof that she was steeped to the core in an orgasm brimming with euphoria.

The breath leaking from her in ragged pants was hot and heavy, her eyes soaked and glazed with ecstasy. Having her utterly shameless female climax-face laid bare like this, Sherah flushed crimson and shook her head.

"For someone who kept crying no, no, you've got quite the happy face on you."

"N-no… 💕 No, fuuu… nku, uu! 💕💕"

"… If you really hate it, I can stop, you know."

At Yoal's words, Sherah abruptly shut her mouth, her flat chest heaving up and down. As if silently savoring the pleasure.

Far too obvious a reaction. Her true feelings went without saying. Not even hiding the lewd nature that craved pleasure and climax, she spilled out hot breath brimming with anticipation.

Yoal put the blindfold back on Sherah and scraped up along the belly side of her honeypot with the thick underside of his shaft. The rough, textured spot of her sensitive flesh rubbed against the welt-ridged erectile tissue, driving her small body toward still greater carnal pleasure.

At the same time he forced her little head down with his palm—and even at such humiliating treatment, Sherah gleefully clamped her vaginal walls around him and sucked.

"—A total slut, and a hopeless masochist on top of it… I'm gonna finish one off just like this."

"A, ahh! 💕 Iyaaahn! 💕 C-cum, cummi'… 💕 That, s-so good, hii… 💕 Cummin', cumming cumming cumming cumming cummi-guuu! 💕💕"

Her face pressed into the sheets, Sherah writhed in agony. Shaking her head as if maddened, she made her pussy-flesh quiver violently at the sweet climax.

Yoal drove his hips against her almost as if spanking her rear, digging wildly into her melted soft flesh. He used Sherah's pussy-hole as though its only purpose were to stroke his manhood, savoring the clinging, supreme quality of her masterpiece of a hole.

By now Yoal's own patience had reached its limit as well. His ominously raging shaft, the ridge of his glans swollen taut, ravaged her melted, lewd vagina, and he pressed the slit of his tip deep and snug against her cervix.

"I'm gonna cum, you horny hag!! Don't spill a single drop of sperm!!"

"Hahi!, hahiiii! 💕 G-gimme it… 💕 Yoaaal! 💕 Your thick shperm, gimme it—aaahn!! 💕 Cummin' cumming cumming cumming cummi-uuu—!! 💕💕"

Caught in an unending chain of orgasms, Sherah writhed in a frenzy. She undulated her female folds more hungrily than ever, fervently stroking his sturdy shaft.

In that instant. Yoal's gnarled erectile tissue throbbed hideously, sending thick seed-fluid up from his scrotum. Lured by the bewitching writhing of her melted pussy-flesh, hips tingling with sweet numbness, Yoal unleashed the urge that had built and built inside him.

Byurun, byugu, byupu!! Byugun, byuku, byururururu!!

Bubyururururu, bubyupun, byupu—byugun, bupyu!!

"Nhi! 💕 Ahn-oooh…!! 💕💕—Ah, hot, hi! 💕 So hott, aahn!! 💕💕 C-cummin', gonna cum, cummin' agai—guuuu!! 💕💕"

"Ku… ooooh…!!"

His thick manhood pulsed, and a massive load of sperm scattered wildly, spurt after spurt.

An ejaculatory pleasure that felt as though it might drain his very soul. Biting his lip as he endured the sweet numbness tormenting his whole body, he gave himself over to the undulation of her woman-flesh. He poured his seed in thick spurts straight into her cervix as it suckled greedily at him, achieving a supreme breeding ejaculation.

"Nnh… 💕 Aaaahn… 💕 So… thick… 💕 I cannot bear it… 💕 So sweet… 💕 A, ah, so hott… 💕 … Hi… my belly, so hott… it's burning up… 💕"

Sherah, soaked deep in the abyss of orgasm, convulsed all over as she lay slumped face-down. Letting out a dazed climax-cry, she dribbled a thin trickle of squirting nectar.

The suction of her orgasm-undulating hole was so tremendous it seemed it might wring a second load out of him with ease.

Yoal slowly drew his hips back, savoring the sensation of her vaginal walls kneading and stroking his shaft. He rubbed his nectar-smeared shaft against her folds as if wiping it clean, dragging it back and forth.

"Ah… ahn! 💕 Yaan! 💕 C-cum, fu… 💕 Cummi-hya… uuu! 💕"

Even at the mere stimulation of Yoal withdrawing, Sherah stacked yet another heavy, deep climax.

With a lewd, wet "nyupon," his shaft was pulled free from her honeypot.

In that instant, Sherah's little vaginal hole immediately puckered shut, reclaiming its dainty form. A single pink line, like a flower bud waiting for the time to bloom.

"Ha… ah, haaa… 💕 Hi, uuu! 💕 M-meee… 💕 U, ku… Yoal, uuu! 💕💕"

Sherah's slender hips trembled in rippling waves. Drowning in the far-too-deep sea of orgasm, she went on savoring the afterglow of lewd bliss and the lingering echoes of pleasure.

Left alone, she likely wouldn't return from her climax for a good while. She was in such a state that the mere afterglow of climactic pleasure could tip her into another womb-orgasm. Now and then her small body would jerk and jolt, shuddering, and one could see the coquettish sight of her leaking a cloying whimper of pleasure—"Aaaahn… 💕"

Her tongue had all but lost the power to form words; her speech no longer made any sense.

It was clear she had already tasted a climax more than brimming enough with euphoria—and yet.

"Satisfied, Master?"

He whispered into her ear.

Sherah gave a small nod. So very happily, with an utterly slack smile.

"Then, you don't need any more?"

Sherah left her lips parted in blank puzzlement. As if she couldn't grasp the meaning of his words.

"… Do you want more?"

Another whisper.

Sherah heard it, understood it, flushed red in the cheeks—and gave a small, bashful nod.

"Then bite down on this. You don't have to make a sound."

Yoal held a handkerchief up to her mouth. A soft cloth to serve in place of a bit.

Without even checking it, Sherah blushed shyly—and obediently bit down on it with a soft clench.

   

—From there, it went just as Yoal had declared.

Sherah's handcuffs had been removed, but the collar and blindfold stayed on.

On top of that, a gag was worked between her teeth, and she lay sprawled limply face-down.

Yoal loomed over Sherah's small body and pounded relentlessly at her cervix with mechanical mercilessness.

"Nkuuu! 💕 Fu! 💕 Nu! 💕 U-ku! 💕 Nuuuu—!! 💕💕"

What rang out were climax-cries that could not form into words.

By now Sherah had degenerated into a shameless flesh-doll, one that did nothing but swallow his manhood deep and climax over and over.

Yoal, for his part, devoted himself to treating Sherah as nothing but a flesh-toy—something to torment, abuse, and pleasure.

Pan-pan-pan-pan went the rhythmic sound of their coupling. He skillfully dug into, stirred up, and painstakingly kneaded nothing but Sherah's weak spots. He made her taste unbearable climax in every corner of her folds, grinding the pleasure of vaginal orgasm into her.

"… Your pussy's twitching again. You're gonna cum, huh? Don't hold it in, just hurry up and cum. Turn into a lewd body that can't hold back a single thing."

"Nu! 💕 Fu! 💕 Nu, u… 💕 Nku! 💕 N, fu! 💕 Nkuuu! 💕💕"

Every word he whispered into her ear was meant to shame Sherah—and was nothing but a means to pleasure her.

He licked slickly up her earlobe and drove his pistoning in as if slapping her rear with each stroke. Gouging at the ceiling of her vagina while striking her cervix, he scraped the ridge of his glans up against the folds on the anal side as well.

Above all, Sherah's very favorite was climaxing while her cervix was being assaulted. Only then would she bare a melting smile drenched in euphoria and leak an almost animalistic climax-cry.

"Fu… 💕 U, n! 💕 Ku, fuu! 💕 Nu! 💕 Fu! 💕 N, fu… uuuun!! 💕💕"

He rolled his hips in circles, round and round, crushing her soft, ripened cervix. At that, Sherah's tiny frame convulsed all the more violently, and she dropped into a deep orgasm. At times she drowned in the sweetness of the pleasure enough to lose consciousness.

Even so, Yoal did not stop his hips. Fallen asleep, Sherah moaned sweetly each time her pussy-hole was dug into, her hips twitching with a jolt. Even as she slept, she devoured the sharp pleasure.

Still Yoal went on persistently assaulting her sensitive flesh.

And then Sherah's small body shuddered with a great tremor,

"—U, ku, ! 💕 N, fuuu! 💕💕 N, ku, uuuu… 💕"

Her whole body jerked as if she were bolting awake. The sweet ache exploded, and the joy of climax filled Sherah's tiny frame.

And once awake, Sherah began writhing in pleasure all over again. The ache of her woman-flesh, the sweet sense of climax swelled up, waiting for the moment it would yield before the unending pistoning.

Again and again, more times than could be counted, the sweet womb-orgasm repeated. Sherah no longer held back, savoring climactic pleasure however many times it came.

Fainting from climax, and waking from climax. For most anyone it would be a hellish torment, yet Sherah cried out sweetly, as if delighted.

"Nfuuu! 💕 More, moreee… 💕 Nku… 💕 N! 💕 Fu! 💕 Nuuu! 💕—Nguuuu!! 💕💕"

"… Ngh, oh…!!"

Saying nothing, Yoal skewered Sherah's cervix and poured thick semen into her in heavy spurts. Grinding and kneading against her suckling cervix, he drove her climax onward. In her ear he let her hear a man's ragged breathing, fanning her arousal further.

Sherah, as a matter of course, reached the very heights of rapture as well. Wrapping her slick inner walls around him to wring his shaft, she wallowed in an orgasm that sent her consciousness fading. All the while wearing a smile brimming with lewd joy and euphoria.

To an onlooker it might have seemed a grim, ravishment-like scene. But to Sherah, it was nothing less than an orgasm-paradise where, asleep or awake, she could drink herself drunk on obscene bliss.

   

A bedchamber pierced by dazzling morning sun.

Yoal draped a black coat over his shoulders, fixed a gun to his belt, and turned to face Sherah once more.

"I'm heading out."

"Hmph. Go wherever you please, then."

There was not a trace of the boudoir in the Sherah who said this with a snort. Her appearance fully put back in order, her expression entirely as usual.

—Save, of course, for the fact that her hips had given out completely.

"… I was rather serious about it, you know."

"Unfortunately for you, on my end it wasn't merely 'rather.'"

"Stiff-necked fool…"

—A stiff-necked fool, and yet he goes and holds a woman like that.

Grumbling to herself, Sherah made a sour face and settled back into her chair.

"Well, a promise is a promise. With this, you've earned full mastery—but, there were flowers out in the yard, yes? Take those with you."

"… Now that you mention it, I suppose there were. What are those, anyway?"

"Mandragora. Perfect for bending a woman to your will with ease, no?"

"Those were Mandragora…?"

Mandragora was a precious magical plant. Only fragments of it ever circulated on the market; he had never once seen a whole one—or so he had thought.

That unidentified plant growing in heaps out in the yard—who would have guessed it was that.

"… With those, don't the bedchamber arts become kind of pointless?"

"Do not take a witch lightly. And besides, relying on drugs to please a woman you're fond of would be pathetic indeed, would it not?"

"I get what you're saying, but—then why hand me the stuff at all?"

It would certainly be handy to have. And sold, it could fetch a decent sum of money too.

At that, Sherah glared at Yoal and said, sounding rather put out:

"… Do not bed a woman you have no feelings for the way you did me. Understand? If you mean to make her obey, drugging her senseless and treating her carelessly is just about right."

"So take the easy route and just use an aphrodisiac, you mean."

"Precisely… We're agreed, yes?"

"Got it."

Not entirely convinced, Yoal nodded for the time being all the same.

Nearly dragging her legs, Sherah tottered along, seeing him out of the house. With her own hands she plucked a bundle of Mandragora, stuffed it into a bag, and pressed it on Yoal.

"Unfortunately, there is no road here that leads to the living world. But you, as you are now, should be able to open one yourself… Farewell, Yoal Yaotl. You who were once my disciple."

Sherah pulled a thin black hood low over her eyes and turned her back, fluttering her small hand in a wave. As if to say the parting was already done.

"Master."

"What is it? … There is no longer any reason for you to call me that, is there?"

Answering Yoal's call, Sherah turned back languidly.

In that moment, Yoal dropped to his knees on the ground and bowed his head.

"No—without you, Master, I'd have died long ago. Without you, the man I am now would not exist… For everything until now, you have my thanks."

There was no way to repay so vast a debt.

Even so, he had wanted to offer her, at the very least, these words of thanks.

"… Hmph. A fledgling putting on a grown man's face."

Sherah snorted softly, then all at once broke into a grin.

"Give it your all out there," was all she said, turning her back once more. As if she had nothing left to say.

—With this moment, the paths of master and disciple parted ways.

Yoal quietly raised his face and manifested a spear in his palm. The boundary separating the Underworld Border from the living world. With Yoal's power, it was something he could overcome more than easily.

Sherah did not even stay to see him off, murmuring under her breath as she began to walk away. Softly tracing her own lips with her fingertip.

"… Perhaps I should have stolen his first kiss too—"

A small sigh melted into the sky of the Underworld Border and vanished.