“Hee hee. If you insist on doing something, then how about protecting him?”
“Eh? …Ah, hey.”
Lucia took Ange’s hand and guided it to the boy’s lower body.
She tried to pull free, but she stopped moving when she touched something far warmer than the demon’s hand.
“Wah…wah.”
“Hee hee. You protect that so I can’t do anything to it. …If you can resist doing
something yourself, that is.”
“Protect? Um…”
He had sucked on Machina and Lucia’s saliva, so that penis was hot and rock hard.
When she felt it, Ange wrapped her fingers around it as if entranced.
“A-Ange…nn, ah, ah.”
He was aroused enough already, but the sexual demon gave a shower of kisses to his upper body while the angel grabbed and stroked the weak point on his lower body.
He could not resist. Even greater pleasure welled up inside him and he writhed on the mat.
“Hee hee hee? Stay still. I’m just kissing you.”
Lucia occasionally returned to the lips while kissing all over his upper body.
“…Pant, pant.”
Ange was also swallowed up by the abnormal situation.
She normally unconditionally rejected anything Lucia said, but now she was entirely obedient.
“Nhah, um, you too, Ange? …Ee.”
The fingers wrapped around Mutsuki’s male flesh were gently pistoning up and down.
“Hh, ah…ahh.”
Starting with Micha, he had been in a physical relationship with several girls and women. He was familiar with adult sexuality, but his sensitivity was still that of a child. His flesh pillar was sensitive, so those soothing strokes were enough for his belly to writhe sensually.
(Ah… Mutsuki’s thing just got even bigger.)
As the swelling gained intensity, his penis transformed into a weapon of flesh.
As she felt the growing violence of the male in her hand, Ange gulped for the second time.
Her mouth had been sluggish for a while now. Ever since she had seen him with Machina, she had been imagining Mutsuki kissing her like that. Her tongue was numb, her inner cheeks were hot, and her gums tingled, like she had just been kissed until exhaustion.
Just imagining it was making her mind foggy. She could not focus her thoughts and she was not entirely sure what she was doing.
Other than the fact that she could feel the object that had so often made her its captive.
“Ahh…”
She rubbed along the smooth and wide head.
When she tightened her grip on the shaft, it felt as hard as metal inside. The balls were wrinkled and ready for ejaculation.
It was ready for use. As a sex organ and as a tool to fuck a woman.
(No… I’m melting… I’m melting…inside.)
Just as her mouth had melted from the imaginary kissing, her lower body was starting to react.
It felt like a fire had been lit deep behind her navel – in her womb?
Had she remembered what it felt like to be penetrated with and pounded by that thing? She felt like something leap inside her. And because her vagina began expanding and contracting…
(Ah…ah, I’m wet and it’s dripping out…ah.)
Below her beloved spats, a warmth was spreading through her panties.
She had last done it with him a week ago in the infirmary.
And like he always did, he had been gentle, thorough, and passionate. That hard and hot thing penetrating her hips. The sweat covering her skin. The sensation was burned into her mind and her body.
He would remove her clothes, expose even her asshole, and have sex with her.
The memories and pleasure came rushing back.
(I-I deserve this now, don’t I? I mean, I’ve waited a whole week.)
She had noticed him secretly doing it with Micha every night, but she had ignored it.
She wanted to do it every day, but she had restrained herself even as her sweat soaked the sheets of her bed. So the fire inside her told her she could treat herself today.
“A-Ange, you can’t do that here…nh, ahhh, not there!”
The hands rubbing his penis gained the same obscene movements that her vaginal flesh would normally provide.
She wrapped her fingers around it from the head to base.
Ange’s small body was the size of an elementary schooler and her hands were no exception, so she could not wrap them fully around the shaft. But she still massaged it ever so lovingly.
And that accelerated the imaginary arousal inside her.
(Nhah, when this here…this thick part here goes inside me…
?)
She had a flashback to the almost painful pleasure of the head’s ridge pulling at her vaginal flesh, so she thrust her trembling hips forward.
“Hee hee. What a lewd angel.”
Lucia laughed bitterly that his nemesis was being unexpectedly useful and he lay down alongside the boy’s other side.
“I detest you, but this isn’t bad. …Nn?”
He once more took Mutsuki’s lips.
The little demon sucked at Mutsuki’s tongue and tickled all over his upper body, from his nipples to his belly. All the while, the angel girl was persistently massaging his sex organ. When his nipples were kneaded, his penis jumped in Ange’s fingers
like it was going to explode.
“Ahh…nn, Mutsuki, I can’t…I can’t stand it any longer…”
“…Nn.”
Ange’s rational mind melted away as she drowned in the sensation of growth between her fingers.
Mutsuki responded by pulling on the girl’s hand. He unsteadily lifted her small frame and had her straddle his body.
She had yet to remove her panties and he had not performed any kind of foreplay on her, but the tip of his straddled penis could feel just how damp and wet it was inside her skirt.
Ange rolled her spats down to the knees, pulled just the crotch of her panties to the side, and lowered her hips.
“Tch.”
Lucia was clearly displeased that she had gotten ahead of him when he had started this.
“Hh…hee…hnnnn…”
The penis head sank into the soft and melted female slit.
“Kwaaaahh, hh, it’s so thick…Mutsuki, aaahhh, and it’s still growing…kh.”
The sensation of her around him caused him to expand further, like some kind of biological reaction.
The soaked flower petals were widened from within, causing the girl to arch her back. The sensual shock was nearly painful, but it also robbed Ange of the strength needed to support herself.
Since she was on top, the honeypot dropped straight down on that brutal tip.
“Hyaaaaaaaaahhh…! Hhh.”
“Ah, ah…Ange, nkh.”
The thick tip surged inside her all at once.
The hard meat pounded on her cervix and the girl’s eyes opened wide. At the same time, nectar-coated flesh as pure as a virgin’s rubbed at the penis and the boy cried out.
“Hmph. Steal him from me, will you?”
Lucia pouted his lips toward the two who were trembling just from the insertion.
Watching the boy and girl was enough to tell just how compatible they were. They had forgotten all about the sex demon because they were so focused on each other’s flesh, each other’s sensations, and the fact that they were now bound together.
Lucia did not like that. But if he tried to undo that bond, he would be seen as a nuisance. He gave a lopsided frown.
“…?”
But then he grinned.
It was a mischievous and devilish smile that would forcibly make any boy or girl fall
in love with him.
“Mutsuki-kun, she looks pretty unsteady. Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Eh…? Ah, nn, Ange, are you okay…?”
Mutsuki had grown intoxicated on the shaking deep in his brain, but he quickly came back to his senses.
Ange’s upper body was wobbling. She tended to be on the receiving end, so she did it missionary style about 70% of the time and the rest were just changes in angle. She was not used being on top, so she was about to fall over.
Riding a cock with her mind clouded with pleasure was apparently too high a hurdle. She was losing her stability.
“S-sorry, sorry.”
“Ah…?”
Mutsuki quickly got up and supported her small body in his arms. With her mind so clouded, Ange smiled happily like a baby and leaned in toward him.