LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 31
Chapter 31 – Francesca Aetrinen (3)
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“—*Gulp.*”
Francesca’s throat bobbed.
She swallowed my cum.
It seemed like an involuntary action, her eyes darting around for a moment. But then she clutched my cock with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
“—*Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…*”
Even in my post-orgasmic haze, I was transfixed by the surreal scene. Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, I instinctively grabbed Francesca’s hair, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
—*Grab.*
The soft strands of her hair felt delicate in my grasp, and Francesca, tears welling up in her closed eyes, endured my orgasm until the very end.
All of this happened in less than five seconds.
“…*Haa…*”
*Drip.*
As my orgasm subsided, Francesca released my cock and pulled her head back. The feeling of her hair disappeared from my hand, and Francesca slumped against the bed, her eyes unfocused, as if about to pass out.
—*Drip. Drip.*
The remaining cum dribbled down her chin, tracing a white line down her jaw and onto her chest, creating a scene as erotic as a gravure photograph.
“…Why did you force yourself to swallow? You could have just spit it out.”
I asked, handing her a cloth from the bedside table.
I knew the reason. I hadn’t anticipated the sheer volume of my ejaculate. I had intended to let her spit it into my hand, based on my previous experiences, but even I was surprised by the geyser of cum that erupted.
But I wouldn’t have minded if Francesca had pulled away. The excess cum might have soiled the bed or her body, but that could be easily cleaned.
“…There was too much, cough…”
Francesca answered, coughing.
“I thought… you’d be disgusted if it got all over me.”
“—”
That was a reason I hadn’t even considered. I was speechless for a moment, then gently embraced her.
“I don’t mind that at all. Next time, do whatever you’re comfortable with. You don’t have to force yourself to swallow.”
I didn’t have a cum-swallowing fetish. Francesca, nestled in my arms, nodded silently. I felt her agreement and released her.
“…”
Free from my embrace, Francesca looked up at me with heated eyes. Her gaze was a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, with the latter clearly dominating.
…Despite the unexpected detour, she didn’t seem to want to stop here. Neither did I.
I cleaned Francesca’s body and gently laid her back down on the bed.
—*Slide.*
I lifted one of Francesca’s legs and placed it on my shoulder.
This would make penetration easier. While spreading her legs wide open might be more convenient for me, I knew most women didn’t enjoy that position.
Imagining a woman spreading my legs wide open and staring at my dick made my own cock shrivel up in sympathy. Empathy was a fundamental human trait, after all.
I reached out and touched Francesca’s pussy with the hand that wasn’t holding her leg.
—*Squish.*
“*Ah… mm…!*”
She was sufficiently wet. So wet that her juices had flowed down to her knees. The previous blowjob had clearly aroused her.
Francesca covered her face, realizing how wet she was. Or perhaps she couldn’t bear to watch what was about to happen.
But I wasn’t planning on penetrating her yet.
‘…Not nearly enough.’
Considering the height difference between us and the length of my cock, this wasn’t enough. The blowjob had produced plenty of lubrication, but a single orgasm wasn’t enough to fully relax her pussy.
“…Just bear with me a little longer, Francesca.”
I said, and began to work my fingers more diligently. My nails were too long to insert into her vagina, so I focused on stimulating her clit and the surrounding area.
“*Haa. Mm, hmmm…*”
Realizing that penetration wasn’t imminent, Francesca relaxed slightly. That’s what I wanted. The only problem was my dick, which was already springing back to life, oblivious to its recent orgasm.
—*Hard.*
After more than ten minutes of foreplay, my dick was throbbing, impatiently asking, “Are we there yet? Is it kill time yet?”
‘Patience, my inner dick-aconda.’
I continued to devote my time and effort to pleasuring Francesca.
This was almost certainly her first time.
I couldn’t let her first sexual experience be filled with fear. The size of my dick was already enough to potentially traumatize her; penetration while her pussy was still tense was out of the question.
“*Huu, hi…! Mm…!*”
Francesca writhed and trembled, her thighs pressing against my shoulders. I could feel her arousal and reactions intensely.
Now our roles were reversed. I fully understood Francesca’s impatience earlier as I gently inserted my middle finger into her pussy.
*Slide.*
One finger was enough to loosen her up. As I continued my caresses, she became relaxed enough to accommodate my ring finger as well—and each time, Francesca climaxed.
Francesca twisted and turned, trying to withstand the waves of orgasm, but could a mere human body ever truly conquer the tide?
“*Ah, ngh…!*”
*Spurt! Phut!*
Francesca’s pussy, clutching the pillow, gushed. Her flawless, white body, drenched in her own juices, went limp beneath me.
That was her fourth orgasm.
This should be enough. Given the girth of my cock, even two or three fingers might not be enough… but at this rate, penetration wouldn’t happen tonight.
“*Haa, haa… are you going to put it in now…?”
Francesca, too weak to even cover her face, asked pleadingly. The four consecutive orgasms had not only completely relaxed her but also ignited a desire for penetration.
It was time.
No, it was past time. I couldn’t endure any longer, even if I enjoyed watching Francesca climax. I pulled her closer, her leg still resting on my shoulder.
*Slide.*
—*Tap.*
My ridiculously long cock was a pain to even insert. Feeling Francesca’s gaze on my dick, I pulled back, then guided the tip to her entrance with my fingers.
—*Slick.*
Her tightly closed pussy didn’t know how to accept a man. It felt like my cock was just sliding around without purchase.
So I pulled back, positioned the tip firmly against her entrance, and pushed forward with a steady force.
—*Push.*
—*Rip!*
“*Hngh…!*”
My cock pierced her tightly clenched pussy.
A trickle of blood flowed from between her slick folds, staining the sheets. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to leave a mark amidst the overflowing juices.
I had expected this. I wasn’t Casanova enough to come up with a smooth line for this situation.
Francesca had likely made this decision with full awareness. Even drunk, she knew what it meant to give me her virginity and chose to embrace me.
So I acted instead of speaking.
—*Push.*
I slowly continued to push my cock into Francesca’s pussy, as if measuring its depth.
There wasn’t much to measure, actually. My cock was undoubtedly longer than her vagina. This was just to gauge the limit of penetration.
“N-Nord…”
Francesca’s voice trembled as she felt my cock inside her. I cupped her cheek with my hand. Francesca seemed to find comfort in the warmth of my touch, folding her hands over mine and closing her eyes.
…Stop.
My cock stopped moving inside her. The tip met resistance, and the smooth penetration ceased. Instinct told me that pushing further would be a mistake.
—*Flinch.*
Francesca opened her eyes slightly and looked down at her body, which had swallowed a little more than half of my cock.
“…It’s too much after all.”
“Don’t worry. …Does it hurt?”
“It’s okay. Hehe. I’m glad I drank. Just wait a moment?”
Francesca took a few deep breaths. A drop of sweat landed on the hand covering her cheek. I felt the tightness in her pussy loosen ever so slightly.
“…While we wait, want to touch my breasts?”
I nodded and reached for her ample breasts. Our torsos were close enough that I could comfortably reach them in this position.
—*Soft.*
They felt incredibly soft. I felt like I could touch them forever. Francesca giggled at my touch and said with a gentle look,
“Ah, but can we not kiss? My mouth is a mess right now.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Hee hee. It tasted much weirder than I expected. Thick, salty, bitter…”
“Well… I heard eating fruit makes it taste better.”
“…Should I try it next time?”
“There’s no need for that.”
“Hehe. I’ll think about it if it gets tastier.”
As we engaged in this pointless conversation, the tightness in her pussy eased enough for me to move. Francesca looked into my eyes and nodded.
—*Slide.*
…*Click.*
I pulled back and pushed forward. It was a gentle piston motion, far from the violent thrusting I had imagined.
…*Squish, squish, squish, squish.*
I adjusted my pace, watching Francesca’s expression. I had already penetrated her deep enough that my cock wouldn’t slip out unless I pulled back significantly, so I just needed to rock my hips back and forth.
“*Hmm… haa…!*”
After a few minutes, Francesca’s moans became laced with pleasure again. I took that as a cue to quicken my pace.
*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust…!*
“*Haaaa…! Haa…!*”
I repeatedly thrust the tip of my cock against the back of her pussy. It was easier to target this sensitive spot. I pulled back each time I felt resistance against my glans, then thrust back in.
“*Heeg. Hic…!*”
*Phut! Phut!*
A new sensation arose within her pussy. The subtle spurts indicated another orgasm. Francesca was finally finding pleasure in penetrative sex.
Even knowing that, I couldn’t stop thrusting. My cock, finally having achieved penetration, wouldn’t allow me to stop. I was lost in a different kind of pleasure, completely consumed by her body.
“*Nghh…?! H-h-haaa…?!*”
Francesca’s body twisted violently as I continued to thrust through her orgasms. Her moans sounded almost delirious, and I felt my own control slipping away.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. The sensation was far more intense than during the blowjob, but it was still too fleeting.
*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!!*
*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!!*
“*Nnghh?! N-Nord? Nord! Hee! N-Nord!!*”
Francesca kept calling my name as the pace quickened and the thrusts became more forceful. Did she want me to stop? No, she would have said so if that was the case.
Honestly, I didn’t think I could stop even if she asked. I could go faster. I hadn’t even inserted half of my cock yet. Consumed by the tantalizing pleasure, I exhaled and pulled back.
*Pull!*
—*Thrust!*
“*Kyaa?! Hya!! Hic!!*”
I pulled my cock almost halfway out of Francesca’s pussy, then thrust back in. The sensation of my cock penetrating her depths, rather than just the narrow entrance, sent Francesca spiraling into another orgasm.
*Phut!*
Her juices splattered against my body. How many orgasms had she had now? I had lost count. All I knew was that I had only cum once.
And once wasn’t nearly enough.
I lifted Francesca’s legs and hips higher, her lower body now completely beneath mine. I wrapped my arms around her, almost crushing her, and began to thrust wildly.
Francesca’s breasts were pressed against my chest. Her moans became almost unintelligible, and her small hands groped and clung to my back.
“*Ha!! H-ah—!!*”
*Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!!*
*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!!*
Francesca’s legs wrapped around my waist. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the room. The bed creaked violently.
“*Nn, n, n, o-ooooh…!*”
Forgetting even the pretense of holding back her moans, Francesca cried out as I pounded into her, the sounds almost animalistic. Her limbs, caught in the storm of pleasure, remained wrapped around my torso like driftwood clinging to a ship.
“*Haa, ha…!*”
I felt another orgasm building. I could feel the absurd amount of cum welling up in my balls, just like during the blowjob.
*Phut! Phut! Phut!*
Suddenly, I felt a gush of liquid against my cock and looked down at Francesca. Her face half-buried in my chest, her blue eyes unfocused as if she had fainted, she was climaxing repeatedly, unable to even moan properly.
“F-Francesca?”
Changing positions midway had been a mistake. She had managed to endure the missionary position, but the intense pounding from above had pushed her over the edge, her body unable to handle the chain of orgasms.
I stopped thrusting abruptly. Francesca’s pussy tightened around my cock. My pre-cum, on the verge of eruption, was trapped inside her.
“Francesca… fuck! Release your legs!”
“—”
Lost in a post-orgasmic haze, perhaps her mind clouded by the alcohol, Francesca didn’t respond. But her limbs, wrapped around me, still held the stubborn strength of her dwarven heritage, and I trembled, unable to escape her embrace.
*Surge…!*
“*Ugh!*”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My jaw clenched against the pressure building in my urethra—I finally gave in and came inside her.
*Spurt, spurt, spurt!!!!!*
*Gush! Spurt, spurt, spurt!!!*
“…*Fuck!*”
I couldn’t suppress my own moans as the warmth of her pussy tightened around my cock and the pleasure of ejaculation washed over me. Even though I had already cum during the blowjob, this orgasm felt even longer and more intense.
*Gush! Spurt, spurt, spurt!!!*
*Pulse! Pulse!*
Fuck. Was this normal? I was afraid I would become addicted to this pleasure. I continued to pump my seed into Francesca’s pussy for almost ten seconds before finally stopping.
I held her close for a moment, and then her limbs went limp against the bed. Freed from her embrace, I pulled out my cock.
…*Gush.*
—*Plop!*
…Could a dick make a *plop* sound when pulled out of a pussy? I stared at Francesca’s vagina, leaking thick cum like a hole in a creampie, momentarily speechless.
‘…Let’s clean this up.’
I grabbed the towel Francesca had used to dry her hair and used it to catch and wipe away the cum pouring out of her. My excessive ejaculate was becoming a problem. The aftermath was overwhelming.
*Wipe, wipe.*
*Twitch, twitch.*
Francesca’s body twitched each time I wiped her pussy. She was so limp, like a discarded Barbie doll, that I was worried she might be dead.
Had I gone too far? I asked, feeling a pang of guilt.
“…Francesca. Are you okay?”
“…O-okay…”
She didn’t sound okay at all. It was the kind of sound you’d hear from a ten-year-old talking doll when you pressed its belly. She sounded barely conscious.
*Drool.*
She was so out of it that she was drooling. I had no choice but to search her room for another towel and clean her body with water.
—*Hard.*
It’s a secret that my dick, still hard, was aroused by the sight of Francesca’s naked body as I cleaned her.
*Pant… pant…*
After using three towels and all the water I had brought, Francesca finally transformed from a pitiful mess into a cute, sleeping beauty. I wiped away my sweat and collapsed beside her.
“…Nord…”
I was lying next to Francesca, brushing the hair away from her lovely face when she murmured in her sleep, still drunk.
“Nord… I love you…”
“—”
Her sleep-talking filled me with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
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