Malrik's thoughts swirled as his spell manifested: make her moan, make her lips wrap tightly around you, and make her stretch.
These were the components of his current lustful mindset.
"It seems I'll have to block out another memory," Malrik thought to himself, this time feeling that the trauma his brain would be hiding away wouldn't have been caused by an external force.
His fingers began to pull out from her delicate rear. His cold rings brushing against her rim as they were pulled back out, "So, then. I might as well enjoy it," his fingers crossing lower, moving through her panties and down to her lower lips.
Malrik's lower half bulged as Emilim's womanhood melted softly into his cupped palm. Throb~ The sensation of her warmth held firmly in his hand brought a wave of arousal like no other.
So this is how a woman's pussy feels like, he thought, his hands moving farther along it; he wanted to feel its heat, the way its lips split as his fingers ran through its folds, and so much more.
His blood boiled, and his spell altered to his will, making her arch even more.
Emilim's body arched into his.
Malrik's magic caused her back to adjust to his desire. "Let me tell you a secret... " His breath was hoarse as he leaned into her ear, "I haven't felt a woman's body before."
His left hand moved off her waist and between his thighs.
His fingers run along his throbbing member, grabbing onto it just as firmly as her own nether region; his length throbbed in anticipation as he lightly jerked it on her thigh.
"So..." His voice grew lower as he leaned closer.
"You wouldn't mind if I indulged my fantasy, just a tiny bit, right?" He said with unfiltered lust in his tone, his eyes shining a bright shade of crimson.
His actions were about to cross into a territory beyond vile and were absolutely disgusting, irredeemable to others—
He knows this....
But at this moment, what did he care? It's wrong, and he shouldn't do that to someone.
So what? No one's going to find out about it.
That would be his first response to that moral discussion. Malrik wasn't a saint; he didn't care about right or wrong, and he didn't care about if his actions were correct or not. This was his true nature: he wouldn't pick a side, he wouldn't claim to be something he wasn't, and he wouldn't walk by someone else's rules.
No, that time had passed. He'd been given a second chance at life, and he planned to live it to the fullest; rape, murder, sex, and unending violence—so be it. He'd do it all even if it meant dying in the cruelest way possible.
"Show me, my dear, Emilim. Show me how it feels to truly be connected with someone." Malrik muttered, his cock sinking into Emilim's plump and ample behind.
His tip pressed between her thighs and ass cheeks, his hand rubbing it lightly across the rim of her panties before then bringing it out from her dress, its length no longer fazing through her outfit, and then tapping the pre-cum coming out of its head onto her tailbone, causing the several magic circles running up her back to glow as he used his dick to transfer mana into her.
Its body glowed with multicolored threads as he continued to rub it, the friction caused by his hand and his tip rubbing up against her tailbone already building up to his first ejaculation.
Malrik's left hand continued to move along his shaft while he used the feeling he also got from playing with Emilim's pussy to bring himself to his least self-ejaculation session; his fingers entered her soft slit, and he matched their thrusts with his jerks, forming a false sense of sexual intercourse.
His shaft throbbed, and his first release followed soon after.
"Fuck~" he grunted with pleasure, his balls churning as he released several hot streams of his demonic seed onto Emilim's arched back, his warm semen sprayed across her back as his balls emptied their first load.
Emilim's body tried to break away—her mana flaring, and the magic circle she couldn't perceive growing brighter as it countered her mana—her back twitching as his warmth shot all over her back.
Disgust.
That was the first thing she felt as his semen landed on her. Its sliminess, warmth, and stickiness made her stomach churn. But deep down a little part of her was glad at the streams of semen streaking up her lower back and up to her shoulders.
After all—no normal human could ejaculate this much and still keep going after without a break—so whichever pervert had frozen her body—Malrik—wouldn't go any further after having just had his release, judging by the thick quantity of his semen.
She had assumed whoever was behind her had used her to satisfy some twisted fantasy of theirs and had emptied their balls in one go and had satisfied himself—judging by his softer tip rubbing itself against her butt—so he should be getting ready to leave and wouldn't risk grabbing the attention of the others by defiling her body even more than he has.
'Bustard!!' Emilim cursed internally. His fluids seeping into her skin, ergh, I wish I could gouge out the eyes of whichever, the fuck, old pervert felt this was the perfect time to go rogue and feel up my body!? Her anger rising, her eyes burning with hatred as she vowed to find and torture whoever was playing with her body and everyone who let this happen—her mind instantly assuming this to be a group conspiracy—just as she was trying to memorize the size, feel, and length of her attacker's manhood to better later identify him.
!!!
Her heart dropped as Malrik pressed up against her—his dick pressing into her ass cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of her vagina—his right hand moving to his lips as he sniffed it. It smelled like her, her scent covering his fingers somehow. Iron, sweat, and something neither clean nor dirty stained his two adventurers. He was half tempted to lick them, but he then remembered where they were, and his appetite had disappeared.
"Awe well, there's still plenty else to eat~" he grinned, his tongue reaching out just to have a quick lick. He didn't taste anything, and this reassured him he wasn't tangible, and the previous smells must have been mental.
He placed his right hand firmly onto her right cheek. His other running across his base and up his shaft—its head fighting against the fabric of her dress—as it tries to phase into her clothing once again—
And indeed it did—the purple, egg-shaped tip phased through her wizard's attire and moved up underneath her plump ass cheeks. Her plump cheeks parted as his glans cut into them. His balls churning out pre-cum.
Malrik's breathing continued to get heated—his mind momentarily entertained the idea of stopping. The key word here is "momentarily"—his hips buckled, and he continued moving forward, parting her ass cheeks wider as he continued his cock's invasion.
His glans had long since—effortlessly—cut through her final defense. Piercing into her soft, black cotton panties. Which, where beginning to be stained with a yellowish patch that continued to grow larger—her body twitched uncontrollably around him.
"So tight," Malrik muttered, not minding the warm liquid pouring out between her thighs and even enjoying it. His penis moved deeper, his length throbbing as he explored a woman's body for the first time.
Her 'Golden Nectar' acting as a form of lubricant for his length as it slid into her depths. His mind not questioning how his dick could be coated with her fluids while still remaining, seemingly, intangible.
"Fuck," he grunted. His dick flooded into her, and Emilim whimpered as she felt the sensation of his cock being fully sheathed. Damn, now I understand why people risk it all over pussy, Malrik thought. The tightness of Emilim's walls as they hugged him showed him true ecstasy. His thighs slamming deeper into her, his body began to instinctively form a rhythm in no time.
His tail flicking to life—its form wiggled happily as it read its master's needs— the tail shot through Emilim's clothing and wrapped around her ankle, and his left hand moved onto the left side of her waist. His tail tightens even harder. He thrusts faster.
His glans cut through her silky vaginal walls. Malrik's hips slammed into hers repeatedly—the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed in his ears as he drilled into his first woman—his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Nh~" Emilim let out a confused moan—her body arching farther and Malrik's mastery over her body growing as he made her inner muscles tighten around his slippery shaft—her body continued to sheer up, causing her breath to hitch through gritted teeth. Her eyes moistening in pain and slow—creeping pleasure—her lips twitching up at the sides.
Ahh~ fuck, aren't you supposed to be sickened that I soiled myself? she thought as she moaned softly. Her insides stretching. That whore lied to me, she said as her eyes closed and she continued to hold her breath. Her legs glistening with yellow liquids, soiling yourself doesn't work.
Her thoughts were cut off by a powerful thrust. Her breath hitched. And her insides continued to be churned as the weight of his thrusts increased.
Malrik grunted, "Fuck!" He yelled, feeling his second ejaculation building up.
Tears swelled in Emilim's eyes, her behind beginning to sting—Malrik's thrusts continued to slam into her delicate rear—and her body trembled as she felt him convulse inside her.
"Fuck, is that it all, you slut?" he said, verbally degrading her as he felt his balls churn and he buried himself deep inside her warmth. His dick throbbed and her pussy tightened as he delivered a few light thrusts. His semen exploded as he reached his peak.
Emilim moaned, foreign mana coursing through her nerves. Muscles. Skin and bones. covered in searing waves of heat and pain as it passed through her body and caused her to launch fireball after fireball out of the magic circle in front of her palms.
All the while her insides were being assaulted and churned with violent thrusts that came without meaning...
And the worst part? Her body was begging to enjoy it.
Malrik's length shifted, its head pulling back out of its newly creamed flesh heaven. His eyes looked down at his work. His semen spilled through her panties and soaked into her dress. Her arch making it easy to watch the wet spot grow.
Emilim's pussy was beyond tight, or maybe that was how all the women of this world were built; then again, it could just be his inexperience at play. But something was telling him that it wouldn't take long to get used to it. His muscles clenched as he moved forward and pressed back into her.
Then, as if to tease her. He pulled back. Nearly pulling out before slamming into her creamed hole—his own seed acting as natural lubricant—his shaft slid deeper than before and buried into her womb.
Emilim's eyes shot back. "Nnnh~," she moaned, her pussy spreading beneath her outfit. What?! She cried internally, but she didn't get time to sort her thoughts as whatever pervert had taken control of her body pulled out and then shot back in, and this time she could have sworn it had invaded her womb.
Her jaw unclenched—as the pain overrode his spell—spit flew out of her mouth, and her head buzzed. She felt his large gland deep down, deeper than anyone's ever gone.
Her muscles clenched against the nine-and-a-half-inch monsters inside her. Its veins are throbbing inside her. Its base bulging as something rode up it—semen— his last climax wasn't fully done, it seems; two jets of white, hot. Baby batter shot directly into her womb.
Her legs shook, and her eyes widened. Heat. Warmth. Her eyes darted—their blue colors dimming as her womb drank everything—
Emilim's body welcomed all that Malrik's member had to offer:
The way it pulsed and continued to fatten.
The way its egg-shaped gland stretched open the entrance to her womb.
The way it had effortlessly slid in and out of her nether regions.
Her mind screamed in protest—but as if put under a potent aphrodisiac—she found herself waiting in preparation for each powerful thrust.
"Fuck, I guess I'm a fucking demon after all," Malrik muttered—his grin still plastered on his face—"Who knew I was such a magic prodigy?"
He thought as he listened to Emilim's attempts to silence her moans. His cock twitching as he heard her cute, muffled voice, he began to move. His light ejaculation did nothing to stop his momentum.
His mana flowed through him and covered her insides in multiple types of magic circles, some being components of the buffs he had 'learned': strengthening magic, recovery magic, and a few other spells—which included his newly crafted stimulation magic, a broken-up and rearranged network that worked by amplifying the pleasure brought when he mixed mana transfer & healing circles.
his hips moving with a will of their own. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through his abdomen. His instinctual need for pleasure took over as his magic craft was taken over from its main purpose of helping him level up and reworked it into making his first-time experience even more pleasurable.
The spell reformed. Breaking apart. Malrik's intelligence was working to its fullest as it was used in unison with his Spell Sight skill. Which allowed him to see and understand the threads of all magic that his gaze was directed at—no matter what obstacles his view of it—and with his gaze fixed on Emilim's body.
The multicolored pattern on her back. On her shoulders. Small. Along her spine. And her sexual orifices. All began to lose one color after another off their multicolored arras—the glyphs. Treads and patterns were changing—and only a pinkish color became more prominent throughout.
Emilim's body withered. Heat. Sweat. Her abdomen heated, and her nipples grew erect. The spells were crystal clear. Malrik watched the effects of each thread and their reactions. Pain. Fear. Nausea.... He was able to take the pieces that don't work for his goals and rewrite them— his control over her body tightened to a dangerous degree—and the magic circles fully began to take on that pinkish-red glow.
But this wasn't the only change done—
His blood boiled—the sounds of metaphorical chains snapping rang in his ears as he let go of something he didn't know he still held onto—his hands held her waist.
The formation of spells on her back remained the same. But it was the ones in her nether regions that took a different turn: the circles in her vaginal walls lessened, their placement changing as they moved and broke into separate magic circles that ventured all over her womanhood; they went into her womb, covered her ovaries and tubes, her pink folds, and marked every pleasure spot in and around her sacred garden. All while a bright, heart-shaped, womb-tattoo-like glyph appeared on her abdomen and acted as the crux of the multiformed spell.
Malrik grunted, "Or should I say incubus~?" His tone was a mix of lustful and humorous. His eyes glinting playfully as his fingers trailed up alongside her waist and rested on her lower abdomen—this action seemingly activated the mark on her womb—
Her ovaries churned, and an unexpected climax soon built up inside her.
Yet she couldn't fully get there. An invisible barrier stopped her just short and caused an intense itching within her walls.
Emilim's vagina tightened into a vicious vice grip.
Her body became more heated as her body turned tense and relaxed in bizarre intervals as she gained a bit of mobility back—though one of her hands still firmly stood as a funnel for his and her entangled mana to keep casting magic for her unseen benefactor—and she soon found out that she wasn't as restricted as before. "Huh?" Emilim muttered for the first time.
Her voice was hazy. Her lips opened and closed as she struggled to voice herself, her legs shaking and moving closed slightly. Her feet moved forward slightly as her hips were slammed into hers.
"Ah-ah ah~" Emilim moaned—her body letting out a lustful burst—her legs continued to push forward as her position wasn't locked in place anymore. Yell. Her mind told her.
Call for help, do something, anything!!
Her body screamed...
But she didn't listen.
"Ah~" She let out a pleased moan. Her hips slammed backwards. Her chest heaved. And her head turned—slowly as she straightened up—but as she turned, her left hand moved back with her as she tried to clasp the head of the man taking her from behind...
Emilim met no one. Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened. She had expected to meet eyes with a bold old wizard, with a chest full of medals and a high-ranking noble status.
But unlike the merit-drunk older man she thought was taking advantage of her,. There wasn't anybody there. Nothing. No silhouette. No breath along her neck. Just air and the others on her platform casting magic into the swirling swarm of ants below.
??
A confused expression covered her face.
And Malrik smiled. His tail trailing up her legs.
"How cute~" he teased as he leaned in and kissed her. This is the best, he thought as his tail made its way in between her thighs and began rubbing her clit. She gasped as she felt both his thrusts and his tail flicking around her bundle of nerves.
Emilim moaned into his mouth. Her confusion melting away, the rough but familiar texture invading her mouth confirmed their presence in front of her. She continued moaning into his mouth as their tongues intertwined, even to Malrik's surprise.
He knew he had some degree of tangibility, but he had assumed that the participant he was interacting with couldn't truly perceive or interact with him.
But now here Emilim was. Her tongue wrapped around his own as she moved her hips up and around his member. He wasn't using magic to make her tongue move; it wasn't the conveniently timid ticks he had experienced—his mind now questioning if those really were ticks— this was just her. Her response to his crafted lust.
Malrik stood there. His tongue stopped, and his reassurance in his intangibility was reignited as not only did her own tongue no longer continue to make contact with his, but her once accurate thrusts went off course, and she moved her hips wildly as she panicked at the sudden loss of intimacy.
His eyes turned crescent—their crimson light blazing— and he leaned back into the kiss. His cock perfectly sheathing into her vaginal passage. Her eyes flutter as her heart rejoices at the feeling of being stuffed once again.
Emilim's hips moved with stronger thrusts. And her hand drafted onto the fabric on her chest. Fine, don't show yourself then~
'Just keep me filled~' She whispered in between the kisses.
Her own shame sinking into his mouth. The atmosphere felt heavy as she shared such an intimate scene with somebody she didn't know and who had brazenly taken her without consent.
What am I doing? Emilim thought, looking at the wizard next to her. A single yell and she'd alert them to her current state, yet...
Malrik's hips buckled. She felt his shaft as it tried to bury itself deep inside her. She broke the kiss and bit her lips, throwing her hips back to meet his deepening manhood—this caused her to gasp lightly— she felt the outline of Malrik's cock as she greedily impaled herself onto its remaining length in one fluid motion.
Her eyes are rolling up as a light moan is muffled through her lips. "O by the name of the mother goddess!" she cried out as the length burst a stream of cum directly inside her with a fierce intensity that stole her breath away. Each spurt triggered the magic spell placed in her womb, causing a powerful wave of pleasure enough to make her legs shake to wash over her.
Malrik poured into her cunt non-stop. His seed hitting her womb like a broken faucet, and she loved every moment of it.