By Zephyria 
With a sullen expression, I shut my mouth. Aska, who was watching me, slowly slid his hand between my thighs. The movement was so natural and fluid that I didn’t even feel anything strange.
“Doesn’t it hurt? I hurt even when it gets a little bigger.”
These were not words I expected to hear from the person who had been spanking my butt just moments ago. Still, it was bearable, but as his touch came closer and closer to my center, I got goosebumps.
It was even more so because I knew how good it would feel to be touched by that hand. But, contrary to my expectations, it didn’t touch me easily. I stared intently at his long fingers, which teased me like caressing the air, and finally asked.
“Why aren’t you touching me?”
“Can I touch you?”
Anyone would think he had never touched me before. We’ve already done everything, so why is he asking this now? Just a moment ago, he was so angry that I didn’t rub his butt.
“Why are you asking that? If I tell you not to touch me, you won’t?”
I thought he would shake his head for sure, but Aska nodded without hesitation.
“Your memories are back. Are you okay?”
Aska hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully, and asked cautiously.
“What does having my memories back have to do with this…?”
I tilted my head and asked, trailing off. Is it because of what happened when I was captured? He seemed to be acting like this because he saw me get nauseous in the Harem when I remembered what happened back then.
His excessive consideration was touching, but also a bit embarrassing. As expected, Aska moved his gaze around anxiously and stammered.
“Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you for a few days, but it was hard to bring it up.”
“What?”
“Just everything… It’s not like it’s anything good, and if I bring it up, you’ll have to think about what happened back then again. And I thought that one of the reasons you’re avoiding me might be because of that.”
“……”
How should I explain this? Aska’s actions were perfectly normal and even kind, but from my perspective, it wasn’t all that great. It was like, this might be how parents feel when they see their child grow up too fast.
It would be okay to not worry about complicated things, do whatever you want, and be a little more selfish, but it was like he had suddenly become an adult. Of course, looking at his size and height, he was already a full-fledged adult to anyone.
Maybe I feel even more heartbroken because I wasn’t there when Aska grew up the most.
When I think about how much he must have suffered while looking for me, I felt even more affectionate. I gently stroked Aska’s cheeks and forehead and kissed his eyes and temples.
Unlike my emotional upper body, which felt like it was about to cry, my clueless lower body continued to stiffen, dripping pre-cum. The cloth covering my lower body was already so wet that it had lost its function as underwear.
As I was licking his long, white eyelashes, a cool finger entered the heat-filled inside. My body stiffened at the touch of his hand gently squeezing my sensitive lump. As I stopped breathing and trembled, I heard a voice that sounded like it was about to cry in my ear.
“Why are you always so wet?”
I had to try my best to hold back because I felt like I would cum soon if I lost my mind even a little. I desperately wanted to release, but I was bothered by the fact that I cum too quickly every time. But this was definitely not my fault.
“It’s because you’re always acting so horny.”
I narrowed my eyes and looked down at him, blaming him, and Aska’s eyes turned red. The way he glared at me was so sexy that my lower abdomen churned.
Aska stared at me for a long time with his eyes raised, then mumbled with a pout.
“It’s because we don’t do it often…”
Is he doing this on purpose? At the unexpected words, my urethra twitched and pre-cum gushed out again.
“If we did it every day and emptied it in advance, you wouldn’t have to walk around dripping like this.”
The pressure of the hand that was covering my glans gradually increased, and his thumb began to rub the wet tip. I grabbed Aska’s shoulders and desperately tried to hold back my cum.
I had to focus all my attention on that alone, but I couldn’t just let this go, so I opened my mouth with difficulty.
“Do you think I’m some kind of bed-wetting kid? What do you mean, walk around dripping?”
“Then why are you always like this whenever I touch you?”
“That’s, ah…”
The hand that was tightly gripping my glans slipped, making a loud squelching sound. I clearly felt the sensation of the liquid that had gushed out again flowing down my stiff, erect shaft.
Aska, who had gathered all the slowly dripping, sticky liquid on his palm, grabbed my penis and started moving it up and down. The pressure was so strong that it hurt a little, but that’s why the feeling of cumming came up faster.
I gasped so hard that my chest heaved, then pulled my butt closer to Aska. Dirty liquid smeared indiscriminately on my clothes and thighs, but no one cared.
I hugged Aska and sucked on the back of his ear and earlobe, then lowered my hand. He scolded me for always being wet, but he was just as bad. But I didn’t even have the mind to grumble and tease him.
When I loosened the damp clothes, a hot lump of flesh popped out and stuck to my lower abdomen. I grabbed it and shook it urgently with mine, then put my lips to Aska’s ear and panted hot breath.
“Ha, what am I going to do with this…”
The words inside me flowed out without me realizing it.
I still want to like him a little less than I do now, but it’s not as easy as I think. When you like someone, you should be happy, but the anxiety is even greater, so I keep questioning whether this is really pure and right love.
Aska, who had no idea how I felt, was already rubbing between my buttocks with his soaked hand. The unfamiliar sensation should have been unpleasant, but my brain was half-melted, so any kind of touch just felt good.
The tip of his finger, which had been rubbing my perineum and groove for a long time as if trying to smear the liquid, dug inside. I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal because I had put something much bigger than my finger in before, but my body stiffened.
I was surprised because the foreign sensation was so great, but Aska soothed me by stroking my butt and asked.
“Does it hurt? Should I stop?”
At those words, I glanced up at Aska. His usually cold face was already covered in lust and full of heat. He was saying things he didn’t mean very well.
I licked Aska’s delicious-looking lips and said.
“From now on, if there’s anything you want to do to me, you can do anything you want without asking for permission.”
Aska’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then began to tremble like crazy. Then he said in a whining tone.
“You say that, but you’re going to avoid me again. Pretending to be busy.”
I was hit right on the mark, so I suggested a solution to Aska.
“Then don’t just sob and cry alone, grab me and try to rape me.”
“What crazy talk, really. Are you out of your mind…”
Would I feel a little less attached to Aska if he did that? I imagined it, but it only made me horny and didn’t feel bad at all. I was despairing at my newly realized severe condition when his finger, which had only been slightly hooked on the edge, came in.
“……!”
I was so surprised that my body stiffened on its own. And I started to sweat as I felt the mass in my palm. It’s so tight even with just a finger, so how did he put this in?
I thought it was possible because Aska had made my mind dizzy with some kind of ability back then. Still, the good thing was that the pleasure I felt in my penis was greater than the discomfort I felt in my back.
He grabbed both at the same time and slowly squeezed and moved his arm. I wanted to relax my body, but the heat smoldering in my lower abdomen circulated and stiffened every time it reached a certain point.
“Ha, ugh!”
“It’s so soft inside…”
As I wriggled, rubbing my sweaty body, I heard a voice of pure admiration in my ear. It was a feeling that I shouldn’t have heard because it was a tone that was the opposite of the messy act.
As I got more excited, Aska’s breathing became rougher. Direct friction was good, but the small vibrations heightened my sensitivity even more.
I held back until I was cramping, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. Aska covered my hand as soon as I stopped for a moment due to excessive stimulation. And he grabbed it tightly and started moving it quickly.
“Ah, hmmm, ugh…”
“Hah, ha…”
Aska buried his nose in my neck and desperately inhaled, then bit my flesh tightly. It wasn’t strong enough to cause a wound, but I reflexively climaxed the moment I was bitten.
The heat that had been trapped inside and circling burst out all at once, and I couldn’t breathe.
“Ahhk… Ah, ah, uhh…”
Semen spurted out several times, squeezing through the narrow passage, and my body repeatedly stiffened and relaxed. Each time I relaxed, the finger that had gone deeper inside scraped my flesh, making me feel the sensation of my inner walls being crushed.
“Hah, ha…”
The climax that had reached its limit subsided very slowly. Only then did I calm down little by little. The moment I came to my senses, I slightly pulled my body away and looked down. I had felt it before, but maybe it was because he wasn’t human, but Aska’s ejaculation amount was strangely large.
As I was quietly looking at the cloudy semen that almost covered his entire penis, Aska suddenly stood up. I unknowingly wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged Aska’s neck to keep from falling.
While walking to the bed, the semen that had been pooling between us dripped down, leaving a trail like a tail. As soon as we lay down on the bed, I stuck to Aska, kissed his ear, and asked.
“Why do you cum so much?”
I wasn’t just asking because it was a little much, but because I was curious. I was guessing that it was because we were different species. But Aska gave an unexpected answer.
“Because we don’t do it every day…”
“……”
It was another continuation of what he said earlier. I looked at Aska with a dumbfounded face, and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Did you want to do it that much?”
“Yeah.”
“Then from now on…”
“I’m not going to rape you.”
At his firm words, I awkwardly licked my lips. It sounded like it would be fun, but it’s a shame.