Chapitre 3: Chapter 3: Clingy Is An Understatement
Do you know the saying never stick your dick in crazy? Well, what if I told you that crazy don't need a dick to be crazy. Case and point the small porcelain arm of Charlotte wrapped around my bicep. Her body was practically fused to mine only reluctantly detaching from me when I had to use the restroom. It's been like this ever since I made her cum.
"Charlotte please tell me you're not going to cling on me like this forever." The scandalized stares we received as we boarded the Narita Express had me feeling a little self-conscious. From an outside observer's perspective, it looked like a teenage girl was clinging to a thirty-year-old man. Ah, no wonder every woman has glared at me when they see us.
I look like a lolicon who's forced a naive young maiden into wearing gothic-lolita clothing. The fact that I haven't had the cops called on me yet feels like a miracle. Though does liking Charlotte make me a lolicon?... Uh, let's not go there.
"Hmph, this isn't clinging Garridan. No, this is making you take responsibility for tarnishing my purity!" Her words seemed to reverberate through the train car as I now found every passenger there glaring at me. I could feel a vein throb in my forehead as I leaned toward her ear to whisper.
"Just for that, I'm going to make you squeal when we get to our hotel." I could feel her shudder up against me, her eyes turning moist and her cheeks crimson. Her lips seemed to glisten as she let out a damp sigh before she said something that turned me on to no end.
"Heh, I hope you're ready to back up those words when we get there. It's gonna take more than just your hands this time." Her lips formed into a devious smirk as she whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. And then my eyes widened as I felt her hand reach for my belt!
"Charlotte what the—!" My nervous whisper was cut off as her delicate lips met mine. Her smile took on a depraved edge as she slowly unzipped my pants, her hands dangerously close to my rock-hard cock.
"Remember you're going to take responsibility for making me crazy, right?"
"But what about the people?"
"Shh, we're under a barrier."
"Then why are you shushing me?"
"Because I wanted to make things a little interesting~." An exorcists primary objective beyond eradicating phantoms is to keep the existence of the supernatural a secret. [Geist Field] is the application of two other techniques notably [Release] and [Control]. An exorcist will [Release] their geist and use [Control] to create a barrier that makes everything covered by the field invisible. What remains is a mundane-looking illusion of the effected area. So to the passengers on the train we still look like we're just sitting.
Normally the [Geist Field] would obscure sound waves too, but Charlotte using a level of control that would leave most exorcists green with envy allowed for the passage of sound. She most likely 'poked' tiny holes inside of the barrier just enough for soundwaves to pass through without compromising the illusion. And she did all of this so she could satisfy her horniness. I'm simultaneously scared and aroused by her dedication.
Before I could continue praising her masterful control of geist I noticed my pants and underwear being pulled down. As the tension of the elastic waistband of my underwear was removed my cock sprung free in a shock to both me and Charlotte. I had only ever seen my new body's dick while pissing, and every man knows that pissing while hard is difficult. So the only view I had of it was while it was flaccid. Let's just say I'm a grower, not a shower.
Charlotte's reaction was even better. She had gotten down on her knees in between my legs to get a better view and what a view it must've been. From her chin to her forehead my schlong laid on her face. It's thick girth had her going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at all of it. Precum dripped from the fat head of my dick right on her forehead, the smell alone seemed to drive her wild as she sniffed my penis up and down like a bloodhound.
"I-it's massive." Her slightly nervous tone and scared face had me so hard I could probably poke a hole in a half-inch steel plate with my erection.
"Ah, ah, ah, Charlotte there's no backing out now. You said you'd make me take responsibility and yet here you are chickening out—" I stopped mid-sentence as Charlotte's tongue darted along the underside of my glans. Her face melted as she scooped up my precum with her tongue before planting a series of searing kisses on my shaft. Each one had my dick twitching as electric arcs of raw pleasure coursed through my body.
"Fuuuck." I bit my knuckle as I fought hard to keep my groan from leaking out. Charlotte's violet eyes seemed to gleam as she looked up at me, a mischievous smile playing on her delicate pouty lips.
"Looks like the big bad tiger is made of paper~chu." Her lips descended on my tip as she planted a gentle kiss right on my urethra. With a playful look, her tongue darted along the slit of my cockhead and my teeth dug in deep as I fought desperately not to moan. Before I could even process the heavenly feeling of her fellatio skills she shoved more than half of my dick down her throat in a single stroke.
"Ghk!" Her gag reflex tried desperately to fight against the intrusion but Charlotte remained undeterred. Grabbing the train's bench seat legs she propelled herself forward impaling her throat again with a wet slap. Her nose pressed up against my pubic bone and her eyes rolled back in her head as she shuddered. Her throat undulated around my cock, each twitch and flex of her esophagus seemed purpose-driven to milk me.
With that, the last strain of my sanity gave way as I leaned forward and flipped up her skirt. Her pussy was covered in a web of glistening love nectar ready for action. My fingers traced her outer lips collecting the damp moisture before descending on the little pearl that was her clitoris. I started by gently rubbing, her continued efforts to devour my cock made it more difficult but the muffled moans leaving her throat made it all the more worth it. Before she could become used to my gentle petting I gave her pink nub a little pinch.
"Mmmmmh~!" A moan broke through the seal of her lips as my other hand laced through her hair to assist her in skull-fucking herself. I knew it was only a matter of time before I came so my hand began rubbing her pussy furiously. The wet schlicking sound of her pussy and throat had a hypnotizing rhythm.
I had to cast another [Geist Field] as our groans and the slapping sound of my dick tickling her throat grew obscenely loud. As I worked her quim over with the speed of a demon I made sure I didn't accidentally break her hymen, my hand having encountered it through earlier probing. The thought of deflowering her in our hotel room nearly sent me over the edge.
What kept me from busting was the desire to make Charlotte cum first. I could only imagine the taunting words she'd pepper me with if I came before her. The prideful side of me refused to let my lover down, and 100% Charlotte was my lover.
I want her and she wants me, and that makes us lovers in my book.
Releasing my hand from the back of her head I let it grab a hold of one side of her waist. The other hand formerly busy rubbing her sopping pussy grabbed the other side. The next step was stupidly easy as I lifted her featherlight body as I stood until her puffy little muff was mere centimeters from my mouth. Her back was arched in a way that would hurt any normal girl, but with her geist enhanced flexibility it was no problem. And despite the sudden change and awkward position her lips still remained glued around my cock.
"You're mine Charlotte. I won't let any bastard ever touch you!" I spoke as my lips descended on her wet snatch, my tongue taking a languid lick of her tart love juice soaked pussy. Charlotte's mouth released my dick with a wet pop sound as she spoke with glee.
"Ooooh fuck, Garridan I'm yours!" Then she used her hands to grab hold of the back of my thighs as her precum and saliva-stained lips were guided back to my glans. As soon as she made contact I thrusted deep in her tight throat as my tongue went to work eating her out.
Each lick of her pussy brought a distorted squeal from her dick-choked mouth. My penis ravaged her throat, each stroke causing her to gag and sputter holding onto my thighs for dear life. Her back arched further as I nipped at her clit gently with my teeth, her damp eyes rolling up in the back of her head as a torrent of love juice doused my tongue a sweet and sour tang. Her orgasm sent me over the edge too as I filled her throat with load after load of pearly white semen, my balls contracting with each spurt.
I nearly collapsed as I gently set us down on the bench, my legs felt like jello as I basked in post-nut victory. Charlotte sat beside me, a fuck drunk look on her face as she gave me a goofy smile. A small strand of my cum on her like reminded me that we needed to clean up before we released our barriers.
"G-Garridan, I love you." Charlotte's shy little confession after literally deep-throating my cock made me chuckle. Her cheeks puffed up as a pout formed on her glossy lips, and I found myself wanting to console her.
"I know, and I love you too." My cheeks felt warm when I said it but the smile on her face made it all worth it. I'm going to protect that smile.
It was at that moment that the train car shuddered, a sense of weightlessness overtook me before I did the only thing my instincts screamed at me to do. I grabbed Charlotte and shielded her wirh my body, a glowing shield formed around us as I poured my all into it. Then came the impact as the train derailed going 80mph.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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