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Chapter 74: Rias Gremory and Her Lewd Fantasies
🕑 Added 2023-07-06 09:59:35 +0000 UTC
In the never-ending dream, Rias continued to serve Riser. The number of ejaculations had already surpassed double digits. Rias changed positions, wetting Riser's left nipple with saliva and using her left hand to vigorously stroke his still-erect member, causing the semen to spurt out with a squelching sound.
He's a monster. Studies have shown that men, were considered virile if they could ejaculate four or five times a day. Even after surpassing double digits, Riser's member was still standing tall. In fact, it seemed larger and exuded an intimidating aura compared to when she first saw it.
Rias felt a mix of fear towards the unknown and a strange sensation. Was it because she was dealing with Riser, who excelled as a male? Her lower abdomen throbbed. Her nose involuntarily smelled the overwhelming sexual scent, eroding her rationality. What was this? Rias wondered, but she couldn't stop taking deep breaths and moving her tongue and hand swiftly.
"Squish, squelch, slurp, slurp, lero, guchu, guchu!"
Her skill continued to improve, and she mastered the lewd nipple licking and hand stroking that felt obscene no matter where she did it. She could vary the speed and rhythm, teasing and manipulating the flesh rod. When she brought him to the brink of ejaculation with teasing and suddenly resumed her movements, there was even a sense of accomplishment.
Gradually, her mind became twisted. Even though she was aware, she couldn't do anything about it. "Wake up soon, please". Rias tried to convince herself, but things didn't go as she wished, and she continued to serve as a tool for extracting the aged semen of the immortal phoenix using her genitals.
"Haah, aah, nnn, kuu, aah, ahh...!"
Even after being freed from the dream, Rias couldn't suppress her throbbing desire. As soon as she woke up, she indulged in her daily masturbation on the bed. Her fantasy partner was Riser. Even though she didn't want it, for some reason, the image of Riser's robust body crossed her mind, and she fantasized about being with him.
This time, it was not her pursuing him but Riser demanding her. She assumed a position with her knees on the ground, buttocks sticking out, and her face buried in a pillow while wearing lingerie. Both hands focused on teasing her vaginal opening and clitoris, but she didn't insert her fingers into her vagina.
Rias was a virgin. Her hymen remained intact, and it was not allowed to break it through self-stimulation.
It was something she wanted to give to her future husband. Despite thinking that, the image of Riser still came to her mind. Even though she denied it, her fingers didn't stop. Rubbing her female genitals until wet sounds filled the air, she lightly pressed her sensitive clitoris with her fingers, still covered by its hood.
"Mmm, fuu...!?"
Pleasure surged like a wave. Rias was instantly swallowed by it, and her emerald eyes trembled inside her wide-opened eyes. Hot breaths escaped her buried mouth, and her developed breasts and buttocks trembled as she savored the blissful moment.
The orgasm experienced with an empty mind turned Rias into an animal.
The thought of getting ready for school was powerless in the face of her lewd desire, and Rias indulged in self-pleasure in various positions. Under the premise of not breaking her hymen, she fantasized about an imaginary husband and indulged in moaning and climaxing. If there had been a man nearby, she might have sought anyone's touch indiscriminately. Rias was so debauched that she could imagine that.
Time passed, and it was already time for classes to begin at school. Rias skipped classes without notifying anyone and simply immersed herself in the pleasure of a female. The cause of her obsession, which had engulfed her so deeply, was the constant influx of sexual knowledge and imagery into Rias' mind from before. Information about sex that she was unfamiliar with dominated her brain, becoming Rias' driving force.
This is an obvious anomaly. Rias was aware of this, yet she could not resist.
A girl about the size of a high school student shaking her hips on top of a man. A married woman being one-sidedly fucked by the same man. Many other beautiful girls and women were being raped by a man whose smile was reminiscent of Riser's. Along with the images, the pleasure they felt was also given to them, and Rias relived the life of a female being used up by a male.
At first, she was forcibly raped, and then she was forced to be with a man in a haphazard way after being caught in a weak moment through a video of her being fucked. The days of pain continued, and I don't know how many times I wet my pillow with tears.
The tears that wet my pillow gradually turned to drool. I was made to feel pleasure by physical training while dealing with a number of men, and the rest was violence in numbers.
She was being fucked by this men at all day, with only a few breaks in between the hours. They were nothing more than tools to be used for sexual gratification. But once she was dominated by a male, she could not control it, and she accepted it with open arms.
Rias superimposed her own image on the many females in her memories, which she did not know, and lived her life as a pseudo sexual desire disposal tool. She imagined being poked in the vagina with a cock by a man from behind, Riser, as she rubbed her finger on the vulva.
I just repeated it. I lost track of time and comforted myself. I don't want to stop even if someone comes in here and stops me. I want to be satisfied. I didn't care about anything else until I satisfied this dry desire.
The longed-for climax. Rias was hit by a pleasure that swallowed her whole consciousness, and she raised the edge of her mouth. It finally came. It was, however, a climax that was less than expected, as Rias received it while convulsing.
"Hah ......! Hah ......! Why, this much ......."
Despite the near real-life memory of the experience, Rias was not completely satisfied.
"I know that. But I can't do it.
I want a man. I want a strong male who will tear my virginity membrane and fill me up inside as much as he can. Rias immediately thought of the faces of familiar men, but none of them seemed dependable.
Then again, Riser's face comes to mind. A magnificent rod that could stand at the pinnacle of male sexuality, and a seemingly unlimited vigor. Rias had imagined Riser's body in her dream, but for some reason, she was convinced that the real Riser would be no different.
Just a little bit. It should be forgiven as a momentary lapse of judgment.
"No... it's no good..."
Immediately denying her foolish thoughts, Rias resumes pleasuring herself. If she can feel even better, she won't think of strange things anymore. With that in mind, she tightens her grip on her breasts and opens her dripping wet entrance.
"Ri... zer... Please stop... This is..."
Even if she corrects her momentary lapse of judgment, Riser's image, firmly engraved in her mind, cannot be erased. The pleasure she derives from fantasizing about being violently fucked by Riser from behind and impregnated multiple times is delightful, and Rias falls into it without realizing it.
