I shifted again.
A slow, deliberate undulation, my body pressing forward, then pulling back, then forward again — a rhythm.
A pace.
The same basic motion, repeated, varied, adjusted based on the feedback I received through my sensory abilities.
Her response was immediate.
Her breathing quickened.
Her hips moved — a small, involuntary rocking, her body instinctively meeting each movement.
Her fingers, still pressed against her outer lips, began to tremble, and through the bio-absorption link, I could feel the pleasure building in her core, a warm, spreading heat that radiated outward from the place where my body pressed against her inner walls.
“Haaah — haaah — my Lord — please — I — I cannot—”
‘It feels like — like being fucked — like being filled — he is inside me, my Lord is inside me, moving inside me, and it feels — it feels so—’
Her back arched to its fullest extent.
Her breasts heaved, the heavy mounds lifting with each ragged breath, the nipples stiff and pink against the pale skin.
Her thighs trembled, the muscles in her legs twitching with the effort of holding herself open.
Her head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
The wet, soft sounds of my body moving inside her filled the night air, mingling with the insect song and the rustle of leaves.
Each movement produced a fresh wave of sensation — I could feel it through the link, the pleasure cascading through her nervous system like a chain reaction, each nerve firing into the next, each wave building on the one before.
“Ahn — ahn — ahn —!” Her moans came in time with my movements, each one higher, more desperate, more broken.
“My Lord — Lord Veldora — I — I am—”
‘Close.
I am close.
Something is building — something is — it is too much — it is too — I cannot — I—’
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
The rhythm increased.
My body pressed deeper, harder, the undulations becoming more intense, more deliberate.
Her hips bucked, her body moving on its own, chasing the sensation, her fingers pressing hard against her pussy, feeling the movement inside her, the fullness, the impossible, overwhelming, devastating pleasure of being filled from the inside by a living creature.
“HIEE — HIEEKK —!
My Lord — I — I am going to — I cannot hold — AHHN —!”
Her whole body seized.
Her back arched so hard that her shoulders lifted off the stone, her breasts thrust toward the sky, her legs snapping straight and then spreading wide, her toes curling.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream — then sound returned, a long, shuddering cry that echoed off the cliff face and scattered into the forest below.
“AHHHH — AHHHHHH —!!”
Her pussy clenched around me.
The walls of her channel contracted in rhythmic waves, each one stronger than the last, squeezing my body, pulling me deeper.
Fluid gushed from around my form — hot, slick, aromatic — the scent of her release filling the night air, musky and biological and laced with the faint shimmer of magicules.
「Organic fluid absorbed.
Compound type: Female arousal fluid.
Properties: Mild regenerative, magical energy transfer.
Stored.」
I rode out her orgasm inside her, letting the contractions push and pull my body, feeling every wave of pleasure through the bio-absorption link.
Her internal thoughts had dissolved into fragments — ‘so good — too much — my Lord — inside me — filling me — I am — I am —’
The waves subsided.
Slowly, gradually, the contractions weakened, the tension drained from her body, and See collapsed against the stone, her limbs splayed, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
I slipped out of her.
The moment my body cleared the entrance of her pussy, her back arched one final time — a spasm, a reflex, the last echo of her orgasm — and a final rush of fluid escaped, coating her inner thighs, glistening in the starlight.
She lay there.
Motionless.
Her whole body trembling with aftershocks, small, involuntary twitches running through her muscles.
Her eyes were half-open, unfocused, staring at the stars without seeing them.
Her lips were parted, her breath slow and deep.
I hopped up her body.
Up her thigh, across her hip, over the flat plane of her stomach — still trembling, the muscles beneath the skin twitching — and up, up, up, until I settled on her chest.
On her breasts.
My small, round, warm body came to rest on the soft, full mound of her right breast, the nipple pressing against my underside, stiff and warm.
She looked down at me.
Her eyes were glazed, half-lidded, the pupils dilated.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, making it glow in the starlight.
Her lips curved into a faint, exhausted, utterly satisfied smile.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
Her eyes rolled — a slow, languid movement, the expression of a woman who had been taken to a place she had never been and was not yet ready to return from.
“Indeed, Master,” she breathed.
“I did.”
See lay on the stone, gasping, her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven waves.
The starlight caught the sheen of sweat across her skin, turning her pale body into something that glowed — a luminous, trembling form spread across the cliff edge, her legs still apart, her inner thighs glistening with the evidence of what had just happened.
I watched her for a moment.
Then I turned and bounced back toward the cave.
The motion was natural now — a contraction of my lower surface, a rapid expansion, a launch that carried me a foot or two through the air before landing, compressing, and launching again.
Bouncing.
That was the only word for it.
A slime bouncing across stone in the dark, moving with a purpose that no mindless gelatinous blob should possess.
Behind me, I heard her stir.
“Master?” See’s voice was shaky, confused, still thick with the afterglow.
“Master, where are we going?
We just came out of there.”
I stopped mid-bounce, landing on a flat slab of rock near the cave entrance.
The warmth from within the tunnel washed over me — or rather, the magical pressure did, radiating outward from Veldora’s sealed chamber like heat from a furnace.
The aura was dense, oppressive, a constant gravitational pull on the magicules in the surrounding area.
Every monster within a five-mile radius could feel it.
Every monster within a five-mile radius was terrified of it.
That was the point.
“Inside,” I said, keeping my voice firm, measured, deliberately commanding.
“You will stay there.
The cave is protected.
The aura of — of Lord Veldora permeates this place.
No beast in the Jura Forest would dare approach it.
You will be safe.”
“But Master — you — where are you—”
“I am going alone.”
Silence.
I could feel her hesitation through the bio-absorption link — a faint, anxious hum in the data stream, the emotional equivalent of a held breath.
“My Lord, are you — are you in danger?
Should I not accompany you?
I could—”
I turned my sensory awareness toward her.
She stood at the cave entrance, naked, her blonde hair tangled and wild, her body still flushed from the orgasm, her blue eyes wide with worry.
Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers intertwined — a praying gesture.
A devotee’s gesture.
The gesture of a woman who had given herself completely to a faith and could not bear the thought of her god walking into danger alone.
“To think I would be in danger,” I said, and I let a thread of coldness enter my voice — not cruelty, but the casual dismissal of a being so far above the concept of threat that the question itself was mildly insulting.
“Do you doubt me, See?”