Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 8

Chapter 8: Slaughter Each Other♡

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Within her oral cavity, semen as lively as small whitebait leaped about. It was young and raw, yet thick and sticky. As it slithered down her esophagus, it was hot; she could feel it with every sensation until it reached her stomach. Firis, having received the semen—which felt as if it might conceive a child in her belly then and there—let go of Sota’s member with a dazed expression. As it began to hang its head slightly, Firis dropped repeated, pecking kisses upon it.

Her cheeks flushed with enchantment, Firis pressed her lips against it again, not with the lust-filled caresses of before, but carefully, as if carving her love into Sota’s member. She trailed her fingers over his scrotum as if stroking a precious gem, and with each touch, Sota’s body jumped with a start. Firis was truly in a dreamlike state. To have led him to ejaculation with her own caresses and to have been able to suckle every inch of such a magnificent man’s body… It was truly a supreme moment.

(I have no regrets left. I could die right now.)

…However, a faint sense of regret and loneliness crossed Firis’s chest. Normally, she would have wanted to welcome Sota’s rigid member into her own ripened flesh-pot, but that was impossible. Once a man ejaculated, it took a full month for him to achieve another erection. In this instance, the fact that Sota could even get an erection was a miracle. Therefore, Firis tried to convince herself to be satisfied simply with having had her way with Sota’s—the ultimate man’s—body—

“Eh…?”

Firis’s eyes went wide instinctively. The fleshy rod she had been stroking began to regain its hardness and stood tall once again. Twitching and throbbing in small increments, it emitted a heat and lewd scent that seemed to invite a female. It was waiting for the next round.

“Ah…”

A sweet voice of delight escaped Firis’s mouth. The high, fawning voice of a female was a far cry from the voice of a dignified general.

“Firis-san…”

Having recovered from the exhaustion of ejaculation, Sota slowly pushed himself up. His entire body was lightly covered in sweat, and his beautiful black hair clung to his forehead and cheeks. Brought to a pleasure he had never experienced before, sparks still flickered behind his eyes, but he began to seek Firis once more, slowly stroking his own member. To Firis, that sight was so lewd and disheveled that she couldn’t help but let out a low sound from her throat.

A virgin and a dervish whose sexual desires had reached their absolute peak. There was no way the act would end with just a single ejaculation.

“…………”

From that point on, words were no longer needed. Their hot breaths melted together in the space between them, and as they pressed their lips together, they sought each other as if to devour one another’s oral cavities. Saliva was tasteless and odorless. Yet, there was a nectar like honey to be found there. Sota was a man, even if with the footnote that he was in this world. Being at an age where sexual desire was vigorous, he sought Firis intensely.

…But Firis’s lust and intensity surpassed even that. One could say she had a severe case of being a frustrated virgin. She was base, yet she could not hide the colors of joy and excitement at the fact that a man of her own preference was seeking her. Precisely because she was a virgin, she felt an infinite surge of affection, a desire to protect, and a desire to conquer toward the man who wanted her.

Firis guided Sota’s hands to her own plump, ripened breasts and let out a sweet voice. Sota’s fumbling, stroking caresses brought a frustratingly ticklish pleasure to Firis’s brain, like light carbonation. Sota’s excitement heightened at that reaction and the bouncing sounds of her voice. Wanting to please her even more, he crushed her nipples with the pads of his fingers.

The reaction was clear. Firis’s voluptuous limbs jumped as if an electric current had run through them, and she let out an even higher, sweeter cry. Sota traced the smooth curves of her breasts and took the pink tips into his mouth. As he rolled them with the tip of his tongue, they even seemed faintly sweet. He simply devoured that sweetness in a trance. While letting out shrill cries, Firis pressed Sota’s head into her twin mounds and surrendered her body to the pleasure. 

The caresses, as they melted each other’s bodies, continued for a while. The sound of the rain outside grew even more intense as if responding to their heat, and the temperature in the hollow began to drop further. The surface of their skin began to cool, but from the inside, a searing heat was released wave after wave. Firis sought Sota’s flesh without end, and Sota accepted and swallowed Firis’s lust like a bottomless swamp.

However, the rock-hard member was already beginning to reach the limit of its patience. The ripened flesh-folds of Firis were also twitching and trembling, reaching their limit.

“Hah… Sota… hah…!”

“Fi… Firis-sa…”

It wasn’t as if they had explicitly agreed upon their intentions. However, when the gaze of Firis’s deep blue eyes and Sota’s pitch-black eyes met, in the next instant, the two began to connect. Still pushed down on his back, Sota began to feel a sense of awe at the sight of his own fleshy rod being swallowed from above. That went for Firis too—no, Firis was overwhelmed by an even greater excitement and emotion.

Age twenty-eight. By Sota’s values, she was simply a woman in her prime, but in the world where Firis lived, “Yggdrasil,” she was well past her marriageable age. To have sex and conceive a child was, in itself, a rare thing. In the Kingdom of Vedna, men had the right to choose women, and women had no right to choose. If that was the case, it was inevitable that a man would try to leave his seed with young, energetic women. The country also prioritized young women, setting policies to ensure they left descendants.

…There was no seat for a woman of Firis’s age in such a place. To put it plainly, Firis was someone who had missed her chance. Given her career as a general, she had had a few opportunities—enough to count on one hand—where she could have held a man. She had squandered them by throwing herself into war and the like, and had reached this age. Never again would Firis and a man join together.

….Or so, she had thought. As it split through her hot, ripened flesh-folds and pierced her from below, Firis began to shed tears over Sota’s member. Solemn droplets fell from her deep blue, gem-like eyes, landing on Sota’s lightly toned stomach.

“Firis-san… Does it hurt…?”

Sota’s voice was full of tenderness. At the caring words that suggested he was truly worried, Firis shook her head slowly.

“No, it doesn’t hurt… I’m happy…”

“I see…”

Since she had long ago torn her hymen through intense self-pleasure, there was almost no pain. All there was was the sensation of a foreign object gouging her belly and a pleasure that seemed to break down her very brain. Her honey-pot continued to drool incessantly, and Sota’s part nestled within began to engorge even further.

“Ah… Sota… it’s still getting bigger… ah…!”

“I’m sorry, Firis-san…”

Sota apologized. There was no room for composure in his expression. He too was desperate to suppress the beast hidden within him, but…

“I’m going to move…”

So he said.

“Ah! Ah… So… Sota… ah…!?”

From below, he thrust his hips up violently. Squelch! Squelch! Again and again. Without mercy. Every time Sota’s hips struck home, honey splashed. Every time the fleshy rod repeated its thrusts, Firis let out a slovenly, shrill cry. Behind his kind heart, a beast lay in hiding. Sota repeated apologies like a delirium, saying “I’m sorry,” while continuing to pierce Firis from below.

This was by no means the way one would move their hips for a virgin. Though Sota felt apologetic, he continued to stab his rod into the deepest depths. That much pleasure continued to sear Sota’s reason through his member. Firis’s flesh-folds, which sucked at him as they writhed, were relentless in their attempt to wring even more semen from Sota’s scrotum. The oral act had been one thing, but Firis’s flesh-pot pierced Sota’s brain with a pleasure that surpassed even that.

This was Sota’s first time performing the act with a woman. That was why he didn’t realize…. That hers was a truly exquisite vessel. Every time the thrusts repeated, sparks burst behind his eyelids, and Sota felt his consciousness about to fly away. There was no composure whatsoever. But the one who had lost her composure… no, her reason, even more so was Firis.

Before long, her shrill cries had changed into screams. It was a voice loud enough to push back the sound of the waterfall-like rain outside. Once it reached this point, she was simply a mass of flesh devouring pleasure. She slovenly shook her massive breasts vertically atop Sota, and silver droplets trickled from the corners of her clenched mouth.

“Firis-san…! Firis-… nngh…!”

Sota’s climax was near. Firis understood this as well, and she screamed in a slurred, tongue-tied voice, “Come! Come!”

Sota finally pushed back against Firis’s body, covered her, and impaled her from above.

“Ah!!! No!!! So, Sota…!!!! Ahh!! I’m going!!! I’m going!!!!”

“Firis-san… already…!!!”

He could no longer hold back. Sota ran headlong toward the climax. Firis’s consciousness fragmented, and she was devoured by a monstrous wave of pleasure. And then…

“Ugh… nngh…!!!!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH…!!!!!”

From the scrotum, traveling through the urethra, the white cloud was vomited out once more. The semen surged into Firis’s vagina, beginning to defile it without reservation. At the same time, a spray erupted from between the rod and the honey-pot, and Firis’s body went into violent convulsions. Spurt! Spurt! While he continued to vomit out the semen, Sota continued to hold Firis’s body tightly, as if to never let her go. 

The climax, which felt like an eternity, finally signaled its end. The man and woman, having used up everything, rolled onto the ground in a tangled heap. Their cardiopulmonary functions reached their limit, and the two of them, still naked, gasped for breath, seized by a sense of utter exhaustion.

Firis and Sota. The “first time” for both of them became a literal, unforgettably intense experience carved into their very beings.

…It would be only thirty minutes after this that they sought each other’s bodies once again.

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