Chapter Twenty-One #4
“Alright, because that could have been bad once we get you some more expensive and rare armor. I wouldn’t want to put a pause on our sex life so that you can’t fit into your armor anymore.”
“You really are a dungeonsexual. Worrying about me fitting into my armor more than having sex.”
“… we need to have sex in a dungeon sometime.”
“Of course we do. Fine, but not one full of undead.”
“But—but what if I want to do a new challenge to have sex in every single dungeon?”
“That’s—”
“Think of how much more sex we’d get to have. And we wouldn’t need to worry about cleaning anything up because the dungeons get their environments reset, basically automatically cleaned, every single night.”
“… that’s… a good idea…”
“Sure, it might mean a group of women walk into a dungeon and see a giant puddle of cum left on the ground, but… they probably won’t mind.”
“… they would probably try drinking it.”
“The women of this world are freaks, huh.”
“Don’t underestimate how desperate they are.”
“I think I might somehow still be underestimating them even after everything I’ve seen.”
“A-anyways… I’ll consider your… proposal for a challenge to have sex in every dungeon…. Sev. Why did me saying that just make you moan and throb so much? The stuff about being a dungeonsexual is supposed to be a cheeky joke.”
It was my turn to look away after being called out. “I—I really like dungeons, alright? There was even one fan artist who personified each dungeon as a cute girl back on Earth.”
“… someone turned the dungeons into cute girls?”
“Yeah. Even Seth liked their art since it often got shared on the official social media for the game.”
“You’re both weirdos.” Rosie sighed before gripping my cock again. “That’s enough about dungeons. Back to dealing with this thing that kept poking my head earlier.”
“I like when it pokes your boobs even more,” I said.
“Trust me, I’ve been able to tell.” Rosie leaned back enough for my cock to freely stand up between us. “Seriously… this thing is way too big.”
“You complaining?”
“Not at all.” She leaned over and kissed the tip. “I love it. Hehe… that made it twitch. What? Are you weak to something like that?”
“Hearing you say that you love it is… as hot as it is kind of embarrassing.”
“In that case.” Rosie, with a smug, teasing expression, started stroking my cock again as she leaned up to my ear to whisper, “I love your dick, Sev. It’s as perfect as you are. Look, I can barely fit my fingers around it.”
I thought she’d use her tits, but maybe not. Instead, she pressed her breasts against my chest and whispered into my ear while stroking my length from base to tip, and that was driving me wild.
“Hehe… you like this, don’t you? Are you going to cum, Sev? You teased me about being a quickshot before, but maybe you were projecting back then.”
“Rosie… you’re seriously going to make cum at this rate,” I said, trying my best to hold back, but it felt too good.
The next thing I heard was… well, probably something equivalent to that ASMR audio people recorded, because Rosie started kissing and licking my ear.
There was no holding it back after that.
She’d already been rubbing and teasing me the entire time we were talking, and then she started messing with my ear like that while giving me a handjob.
I came.
And for the first time, I got to see just how much force there was to my orgasm.
It was like a fountain.
The first rope of seed shot up with enough speed to hit the ceiling and splash all around the room, and then there was another, and another.
Each pump of her hand squeezed another blast of seed out.
They did get slower and not go so high after the first few, but still.
Just that first shot on its own was probably enough to fill a cup.
As for Rosie…
She was the one who wanted me to cum inside her without wasting a drop so that we didn’t have to clean up.
But once I started cumming, she couldn’t stop staring at the sight with awe, her mouth hanging open with need.
The fountain-like eruption only lasted around five seconds, but my orgasm didn’t end there, nor did the flow of my seed.
It was kind of like a volcano.
It started off with a grand eruption, then it switched over to slowly seeping out, and there was enough to completely coat my shaft and her hand.
And there was still more.
But despite how much of a mess she was making, Rosie tightened her grip around my shaft as if she was really trying to squeeze every last drop out.
The way she milked my cock reminded me of the way I milked her.
She’d start at the base and then slowly tighten her grip the closer she got to the tip.
Then she relaxed her fingers, slid back to the bottom, and repeated that.
My total orgasm—being the time it took for my cum to finally stop—took around thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds of incredible, body-tingling, toe-curling pleasure as Rosie literally milked every last possible drop of cum out from my cock.
And it was everywhere at that point.
It was on the ceiling. Because it splashed against the ceiling, it splattered all over the room, including onto us. Then there was just how much she milked out of me that formed a notable puddle of cum between my legs.
Her milking me throughout the orgasm really did a number on me, too. I couldn’t stop panting after that.
Rosie then brought her cum-soaked hand to her lips and pushed a couple of fingers into her mouth. Apparently, even just licking my cum off her fingers was enough to make her climax, because she moaned pretty loudly and trembled while doing it.
And that repeated a few times until she her hand was licked and sucked clean.
Then, once she was done, she saw that I was still hard and looked at me with that teasing, smug smile again.
“Ro—Rosie,” I said. “We—we should stop here and clean up. We’ve seriously already made a mess and—”
Rosie ignored me and went for my neck, kissing, licking, and biting as her hand gripped my shaft again to start pumping once more.
I knew we needed to stop.
But I didn’t want to.
After toying with my neck for a couple minutes as she jacked me off, she returned her lips to my ear and said, “I don’t care about the mess anymore.
You made me an embarrassed mess by milking me, so now I’m going to do the same to you.
I’m not stopping until there isn’t a single drop left.
” She nibbled on my earlobe for a moment. “Unless you tell me to stop.”
“That’s—that’s impossible to tell you.”
“See?” She pressed her lips right up against my ear before whispering, “You and your dick are perfect, Sev.”
I came again.
And it wasn’t the last time I was going to cum for the night.
Holstaurs were proud, forceful, stubborn, bold, and brave. They were known as fearless warriors and women who knew what they wanted in the lore.
I thought that, maybe, Frolin’s genes nerfed her just like how they nerfed her chest.
But no.
I was wrong.
Once Rosie was in control and lost in the moment, she showed off what holstaurs were all about. She was like a bull and my cock was a red flag waving in front of her.
Rosie did her best to milk me dry.
The following morning was…
Well.
Frolin and Ailsa decided to go out for breakfast, there were candles lit all over the house, Stella ended up staring in total disbelief at the state of the bedroom, Jeanne went to find cleaning supplies as soon as she saw it, and Lupa wasted no time pushing past us to go roll around on the bed that was still an absolute disaster.
The… good news? Was that my cum didn’t seem to get all…
dried and crusty. It basically had the same exact texture it had from when I first let it out, just that it cooled down to room temperature.
And rather than dry and stiffen the sheets of the bed, the sheets just stayed damp instead, like they were wet from water despite being soaked with cum.
But still.
Rosie and I were pure red and regretting our total lack of self-control from sharing a bed alone for the first time.
It was bad.
Really bad.
Our night of shared pleasure cost two hours of humiliation, regret, and cleaning up in the morning.