Chapter Fifteen #2
I remembered thinking Rosie was innocent for not figuring out what I meant when I mentioned using her horns as handlebars, but it made sense in hindsight. There probably didn’t exist a single guy who was willing to take charge and use a girl’s horns like that.
Even Frolin, as awesome as he was, was probably more into Ailsa’s body type rather than into what he can uniquely do with a body like that. He just liked, by this world’s standards, “fat” girls. That didn’t mean he didn’t still have the same preferences for sexual acts as other men.
“You know,” I said. “Once we cross this line, it’s going to be hard not to cross it all the time. I mean every day. Multiple times a day.”
“Now that, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“You’ll more than see it.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Even if you like the same stuff, it’s impossible for a guy to keep up with a girl’s libi—”
I grabbed Rosie by her hand, used it to pull her head to the side, and latched onto her neck with my mouth.
Rosie let out an immediate gasp of pleasure and pain as she squirmed on top of my lap, pressing her breasts against me as she panted.
There she went, doubting me again, even if it was just out of playfulness.
It made me want to put her in her place.
Even if I was, admittedly, a nervous and awkward virgin when it came to this stuff, I still felt the desire to put her in her place and to show her who was in charge. Knowing that probably no girl of this world ever experienced a man being dominant made me want to do it all the more.
Well, there were also times where it sounded really fun to let Rosie be in charge, like when she pinned me down in the forest. That was incredibly arousing.
Did that mean I was a switch?
Probably.
But I was definitely feeling like the more dominant one in the moment.
I was just also going to need to tempt Rosie into pinning me down again some time.
“S-Sev!” Rosie moaned out. “It—it hurts!” But she didn’t tell me to stop.
I kept going for a few more seconds. Seeing as how that made her put more effort into grinding her chest against me, I knew she liked it. She was basically dry humping me as I bit her.
When I did let go of her neck, I said, “What a perverted girl you are. All I did was bite you and you’re rubbing your tits all over me like a dog in heat.”
Rosie’s cheeks were pure red and her eyes were a little teary, but that look in her eyes—even for a virgin, it was impossible to mistake that glossy look as anything but lust. Her eyes were full of desire. Then she whimpered out, “I—… I—I’m sorry.”
“And what are you apologizing for?” I thought she was going to say for being a pervert.
Instead, she said, “I… I came already…”
I blinked a couple of times. “You—you did?”
Rosie reached up to cover her hands with her face. “I’m sorry! My—my boobs are really sensitive! All holstaurs are like this, even if I’m mixed! And—and combined with the biting—there’s no way I wasn’t going to finish that fast!”
Oh.
Oh no.
Poor Rosie.
Hearing her cry and panic over something like that, knowing it was because she came just from something so simple… really flipped a sadistic switch in my head.
It made me want to make her cum again, and again, and again, until she was begging me to stop.
“How cute,” I said. “You’re the woman, but here you are, cumming almost instantly before I even have my dick out.” I decided to play into the whole reversed expectations bit.
“I’m sorry!” Rosie cried. “I—I promise to try and get better so I don’t—”
I was still holding onto her horn with one hand, but I just slipped my hand to her chest to grope her tit with my other hand.
Rosie jumped and released another moan as soon as I did.
“So you don’t what, Rosie?” I asked.
“Wa—wai-wait! If you—if you do that, then—” Rosie was cut off once I applied just a little more pressure to groping her. She ended up letting out a moan that almost sounded like a bit of a moo mixed in as she spasmed on top of my lap, clearly climaxing even harder than she did the first time.
All that anxiety I felt was gone. Who knew that the best way to build confidence in one’s sexual ability was to make a girl orgasm twice before even taking one’s dick out?
And just as Rosie began to calm down and collect her breath, I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Again.”
Rosie shook her head. “N-no! Wait! I—”
I didn’t wait.
Just as easily as before—perhaps even more easily, she finished. Her entire body trembled on top of and against me as I sunk my fingers into her tit. I didn’t even fully take her tit out yet, but I could feel her nipple pressing against my palm through the fabric.
It was only then that I really started to appreciate just how soft and warm her breast was.
I was too focused on making her cum before to really appreciate it.
But now? Now, Rosie’s tits already made it to the top of my list for things I enjoyed touching the most. Not that it was a very thought-out list or anything.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I whispered to her. “Just saying no isn’t enough when your body keeps betraying your words. If you don’t tell me to stop, I won’t.”
Rosie whimpered and said, “I… I don’t want you to stop, but… it’s… too embarrassing… I’ve already… five times…”
“Five? And here I only counted three.”
Rosie covered her face up again. “How are you like this? Are—are all the men from your world like this?”
“Doesn’t matter if they are. All that matters is how fun it is to make you cum over and over again.”
“You’re a bully…”
“And you still haven’t told me to stop, so I think I’ll continue.”
“Wait! I—”
I slipped my hand underneath her top to more directly feel her tit. And now, my fingers pressed directly against her bare nipple.
All it took was a pinch.
One pinch.
I pinched her nipple between my fingers, and she ended up practically screaming with pleasure.
Those screams of pleasures then turned into unending, heavy breaths and moans mixed with moos.
I was pretty sure she tried saying something, maybe my name, but she was far too lost in pleasure to be understandable at all.
It was only when I noticed someone else standing in front of me that I let go of Rosie’s nipple, not even bothering to count how many times she came while I teased it.
Lupa, for once, looked a little jealous. “Mm… started without me.”
“S-sorry,” I said. “I got caught up in the moment.”
“Mm. It’s okay. Rosie is the first wife, plus we bit each other last night without her.
” Fortunately, she was understanding and quick to forgive.
She was also… only wearing a towel. And only around her waist, leaving her breasts hanging out for me to do a doubletake at once I noticed.
Lupa definitely wasn’t as busty as Rosie, probably around half the size, but half the size of Rosie was still huge by realistic Earth standards.
Lupa’s tits were basically as big as a fit girl’s could reasonably get without gaining a lot of weight everywhere else, too.
Lupa probably would have opted for going fully nude, but…
The end of a scar visibly poked out from the top of her towel. It had to be a big scar, too.
Lupa noticed me looking at it, pulled the towel up, and… ran away.
Shit.
“Sorry, Rosie, hang on,” I said, sliding her off of me to set her on the couch. She was too out of it and panting still to notice anything that was going on, I was pretty sure.
I ran off to look for Lupa.
She wasn’t in the bedroom, I strongly doubted she’d have gone into Frolin’s and Ailsa’s room, and she wasn’t in Rosie’s room, but the bathroom door was closed.
“Lupa?” I called out, knocking on the bathroom door.
“Mm, wait,” Lupa said. She sounded normal as far as I could tell. But… maybe too normal for what just happened. Then, when she opened the door, she had all of her usual equipment on.
“Are you going somewhere?”
Lupa shook her head. “Don’t need to be naked to use my mouth.”
“Lupa, you—”
“Let’s get Rosie.”
Lupa tried to leave, but I grabbed her by her arm and pinned her against the wall.
I wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do. Everything about her body language told me she was shocked I would actually do that.
But I didn’t want to let her run away.
“Sorry,” I said. “I don’t know if this is what I should do, but…
I haven’t told you about my past yet. But you know, I was covered in scars.
There were so many things wrong with me, and I needed so many surgeries, that I had a ton of them.
They weren’t even cool looking. They were those ugly ones that healed really slowly, so they still looked purple and weird even after years.
But, even if scars are ugly, since I’m not going to pretend that they can’t be, it’s alright to have them. ”
“Mm…”
“I’m not going to lie to you. I won’t look at your scars and tell you that they look badass or beautiful or anything if they don’t. But I’ll be honest with you and appreciate you and your body no matter what it looks like. That, I can promise.”
“If Master sees them… it’ll sink in that my body is worthless to you.”
Because of course, even though the shitty men of this world were reversed in a bunch of ways, they still only viewed women as incubators.
At least make it make some fucking sense, Seth.
How are you going to make men a bunch of no-fun prudes who can’t stand horny women, but still make them a bunch of assholes who think women are only good for breeding?
I wanted to strangle Seth alongside the rest of the men.
“Sorry, Lupa,” I said. “But I’m brute forcing this.”
“Master?”
“You’re my slave and my pet, remember?”
“M-mm…”
“Then you have to follow my commands. Strip.”
Lupa looked away and hesitated, but then said, “Okay.”
Since she was only wearing her equipment, baring herself to me was as simple as unequipping her armor to store it in her inventory.
Piece by piece came off, saving her top that covered her waist for last.
Lupa couldn’t look me in the eyes after doing it. She refused to even look in my direction.
But she didn’t run away.