Chapter 793: Sword Girls 6 【Neia – Beatrice】
Neia is completely absorbed in sex. But for Neia, it’s strictly 「In sex」 and not 「In pleasure」. She’s not in that state where she feels so good she can’t think of anything else……she’s just wholeheartedly focused on the act of sex itself. You could say she 「Can’t get lost in pleasure, still hesitant as a female slave」, but I know that’s absolutely not her intention. It’s partly her strong willpower, but more than anything, Neia’s desire to serve me is just that intense. She finds greater joy in giving me pleasure than in receiving it from me. That path leads to a deeper sense of happiness than mere direct pleasure. Seeing Beatrice beside her, utterly lost in pleasure, might make her feel a little lonely. But then, there are plenty of female slaves who simply couldn’t be driven to ecstasy by me, no matter how hard I tried. Like Hilda, Cosmos, or the dragons. Whether she possesses their level of resistance to pleasure is debatable, but you can’t call Neia’s attitude misguided. Besides, sex offered with such single-minded devotion isn’t uncomfortable. Not at all. Not in her body. Not in her womb. There’s no shadow or fragility in Neia’s form as she surrenders everything of her femininity, accepting my lust utterly. The sight of her, along with that once-sassy Beatrice, submitting to my cock without hesitation, enslaving herself to it, drowning in adoration—the more I recall the past, the more depraved and utterly satisfying this scene becomes.
“Neia……I’m about to come……! I’ll make you pregnant too……!”
“Aaa, ah……haaa……yes, please……give me a child……with you……♪ Let me bear it……♪”
Roughly stimulating her from behind, I thrust my fingers into Beatrice’s vagina without restraint, grabbing her crotch as I did so. I violently enjoyed myself inside Neia’s vagina, pouring my milky white fluid into her with force, as if it were a reward for the girl who saved our homeland. The pleasure born from violent thrusting exploded at the back of my head, cascading from my rough lower abdomen into the moist, beautiful hole nestled between her plump buttocks. The desire to make her bear my child. The wish for her to bear my child. The unimpeded fusion of these unfiltered urges, felt amidst the lingering pleasure, led to deep satisfaction.
For a while, they both caught their breath, Neia and I, as my cock pushed the overflowing semen out with a vulgar sound. Would my child take root in this girl’s currently slender, narrow waist? I imagined it, gently placing a hand on her side. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine it yet. But with Jeanne, with Selenium, I hadn’t been able to imagine it either. Still, the children took root and were born. Someday, I’ll understand this reality as her belly changes. ……While lost in that fantasy, I couldn’t deny my hand inside Beatrice had grown slack. Her vagina squeezed my fingers tightly, and Beatrice let out a dissatisfied sound.
“……Am I still……?”
“Ah……Ah, sorry……I’ll take you soon”
“♪”
With a pop, I pulled my finger out. Beatrice responded with an overtly coquettish nasal voice.
“N……n……♪ You’re always trying to get Neia and Tetes pregnant……. I can make babies too, you know……come inside me more, Papa”
“You, you……stop saying that right away”
“Eh?”
Calling me Papa is risky in many ways. It was fine for a one-night play, but I really shouldn’t overuse it. Occasionally playing around like that is one thing, but if she always calls me papa and someone else overhears unexpectedly, I’d have to make excuses. And what if I myself start developing those kinds of feelings toward my daughter? Since I actually have a daughter, it’s a delicate issue. I want her to understand. ……No.
“Wait, maybe it is okay?”
“……?”
“You should just become mama right away. Mamas calling their husbands Papa aren’t exactly rare”
Right. That makes it totally acceptable. Theoretically, it’s the same as Tetes–the most fertile form of inbreeding. Let’s make Beatrice a mama soon too. That’s what I’ll do. Then no one will suspect anything about the taboo play.
“Wait……getting pregnant for that reason feels unsatisfying to someone who’s actually putting in the effort”
Tetes pouts, but remember: she’s only putting in effort because she had no choice after blurting out that lie. The sheer pointlessness of her reason means I can’t really criticize Beatrice.
“So, get pregnant, Beatrice”
“……Y, Yeah, sure, I guess”
Beatrice, slightly taken aback by my oddly heightened motivation, once again thrusts her hips out. The vaginal opening, which had just moments ago been violently worked by fingers, is still somewhat loose, its lewd dimness beckoning me. To be honest, sex solely for the purpose of impregnation isn’t really my thing, but momentum carries the day here.
「Impregnate」. It is precisely these girls, who should never have accepted that keyword, that I will breed. That’s the flow that’s emerging.
“Do you want to give birth to a boy? Or a girl?”
Leaning over Beatrice from behind, I push my cock between her labia. Beatrice obediently endures it and dutifully answers the question.
“……A, a boy……I think……if it’s a girl, she’ll probably……want Daddy’s cock……”
“What the hell is wrong with you girls’ concept of what a girl is?”
Don’t they have this weird shared belief that if you’re born a woman, you’re destined to have sex with me? I need them to calm down a bit. My female slaves are fundamentally pretty damn perverted girls to begin with. A normal girl raised normally has absolutely no reason to accept a life as a female slave. Being in a situation where you line up your asses for men as if it’s perfectly natural, in front of other women watching, is something any normal girl would cry and resist, to put it mildly.
“……But, if I’d remembered the taste of this cock when I was younger……I don’t think I could resist it……”
“That’s impossible in so many ways……”
Beatrice says perverted things while being penetrated. But how am I supposed to teach a child the taste of cock? And isn’t it just that you’re exceptionally horny?
“But it feels so……good……ah, aaah……back when I was a Hero Candidate, I was mocked for being a girl and felt so resentful……but now……I’m being made to think I’m glad I was born a woman……♪”
“Getting that far just from sex is a pretty rare case, I’d say……”
Almost all the silver dragons and Tetes are making 「Eh?」 faces, but could you guys just be quiet for a sec? You lot are pretty far from normal. I’m talking about humans. And kids, at that.
“W, Well, anyway……I want to have a boy……♪”
“Then just relax……around here, they say if you try too hard, you’ll end up having a girl”
“Y, Yes……”
That dubious legend about couples who try too hard for a boy ending up blessed with only girls. Honestly, it has no basis. I hear it’s more like a couple’s bitter lament: 「We want a boy so badly, yet it won’t happen—there must be some reason」. Now, just how relaxed can Beatrice be when accepting the seed? ……Nah, she doesn’t seem capable of relaxing at all. From the moment my cock entered her, she was clearly at peak arousal. If I weren’t holding her hips down, she’d be bucking wildly, driven by raw lust.
“Hurry……hurry up and make a baby……papa……♪”
“……Ah, I’m coming……!!”
It’s probably just nonsense anyway. No point dwelling on it. Guided by the heat of Beatrice’s greedy vagina, I embrace the passion-flushed Beatrice and start thrusting like a beast.
“……Earlier, Master said something like ants. But making someone who calls you papa into a mama is making them say papa in two different ways, so that’s totally not safe, right?”
“Hmm. Well, for us, that’s fine too”
Tetes and Maia were saying something, but I pretended not to hear them, too absorbed in my lovemaking with Beatrice.