﻿\setgamedatatitle("Morte_12")

\text
A tavern inside the labyrinth.
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\text
Tonight, Caym was sitting at the same table as his
subordinates, with Risbell by his side.
\endtext

\text
Agri was called as the representative of the human soldiers,
and Spacchio as the representative of the monster soldiers.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I heard that you yourself claim to be a fan of Morte-san,
but...
\endtext

\text("Agri")
That's a different story. Honestly, ever since then, I've
been waking up in the middle of the night thinking weird
things―
\endtext

\text
The two of them were being questioned about Morte, the queen
of the dead who recently joined the Demon Lord's army.

\endtext

\text
As a condition for inviting Morte to join them, Caym
promised to provide her with the bodies of war dead who had
no relatives.
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\text
Those corpses would be revived by Morte's magic, then used
for experiments or sent to the front lines.

\endtext

\text
Among them, those she especially liked would become toys for
Morte to relieve her libido―but...

\endtext

\text
Since Morte is currently obsessed with Caym, that's not
likely to happen for now.
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\text
In any case, these circumstances have caused unrest among
the soldiers, so Caym decided to call the two in and hear
their thoughts in detail.
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\text("Agri")
After all, I got a personal guarantee from Morte herself
that she'd make me an immortal soldier...

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\text("Agri")
Not that I'm grateful. Even if it's my body, it wouldn't be
me anymore.
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\text("Agri")
It'd be one thing if I did something cool on the
battlefield, but if I screwed up and made a fool of myself,
that'd suck.
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\text("Risbell")
But you'd already be dead by then, so I don't think you need
to worry about it...
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\text("Agri")
I do worry! I mean, isn't there something that stays behind
even after you die?
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\text("Agri")
Even someone like me fights for that kind of thing. ...I
want my story to end when I die.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Margaretta said something similar the other day. I'm pretty
sure it's not just me who feels this way.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hmm... I see.
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\text("Risbell")
Well, Agri-san aside, if Margaretta-san feels that way, it's
a big deal... right?

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Hey, why am I 'aside'!?
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\text("Spacchio")
Gentlemen, may I say something?
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\text
At that moment, Spacchio, who had been silent until now,
spoke up.
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\text("Spacchio")
I've been listening to Agri's story, but that's because you
and Margaretta-ane go are warriors.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Huh? ...You don't look like a mage to me, Spacchio.

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
That's not what I mean, Agri. We're just different from you
guys... We're not warriors, we're soldiers.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Isn't that basically the same thing?
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\text("Spacchio")
That's where you're wrong. ...We don't really have much
courage, and we don't have much pride either.

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\text("Spacchio")
But... that doesn't mean we're useless on the battlefield.
You probably wouldn't get it.

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\text("Agri")
Tch... What's that supposed to mean?
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\text
Agri pouts in dissatisfaction.
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\text("Caym")
Hmm... That's interesting. If you have no pride or courage,
then why do you stay and fight instead of running away?

\endtext

\text
Caym knows better than anyone how Spacchio performs on the
battlefield.
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\text
When it comes down to it, there's never any worry that he'll
run. He's one of the most reliable soldiers.

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
That's it... Basically, warriors fight for themselves. For
rewards, for honor, for ideals, stuff like that.

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
...Right, Agri?
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\text("Agri")
I wouldn't say that's all there is to it, but yeah, pretty
much.
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\text("Spacchio")
...But soldiers, at their core, fight for their comrades.

\endtext

\text
Everyone here knows that Spacchio always fights alongside
his close friend Noro.
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\text("Spacchio")
If I run, I cause trouble for my comrades. If I survive, one
of them might die in my place―

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
On the battlefield, that matters more than some half-baked
courage.
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\text("Caym")
I see. So, in your view, that's the difference between a
'warrior' and a 'soldier.'

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
So... among 'soldiers,' becoming an immortal soldier isn't
really something to be hated, is it?

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
That's right. Even after death, you can still be useful to
your comrades.
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\text("Spacchio")
Actually, there was a guy who died in the last battle who
had this habit of swinging his arms around before a fight...

\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
Because of that habit, I realized the immortal soldier
fighting in this battle was him.
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\text("Spacchio")
He shouldn't have any memories, but he was still swinging
his arms around just like before.
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\text("Spacchio")
Of course, you can't talk to him anymore... but we were
still comrades. All of us, during that fight.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
...Tch!
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\text
Agri clicks his tongue and reaches for Glace's drink.
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\text
He acts sulky, but―Agri must have had his own thoughts about
Spacchio's story.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(―I suppose it's best not to interfere any further.)

\endtext

\text
Tonight's meeting had its results... Caym, too, satisfied,
reaches for his glass.
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\text
Just then, the bell on the tavern door jingled.

\endtext

\text
At the sight of the person entering... the previous
commotion died down as if it had all been a lie.
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\text("Morte")
Ah... there you are... Caym...!
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\text("Morte")
I've been looking for you... We promised to spend the night
together tonight, didn't we...?
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\text("Caym")
Oh, that's right. Is it that time already?
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\text
Saying this, Caym glances sideways to check on the others'
reactions.
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\text
...Maybe feeling guilty for badmouthing her earlier, Agri is
now visibly shrinking back.

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\text
Not only that, but even Spacchio, who was supposed to be on
Morte's side, was openly showing fear on his face.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Looks like... it's still impossible to drink with them
here.)
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, do as you please. I'll cover tonight's tab.

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Thanks, man.
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\text("Spacchio")
Thanks, Demon Lord.
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\text("Caym")
Sorry to keep you waiting, Morte. Let's head to the bedroom.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Yes... I'm looking forward to tonight as well...!
\endtext

\text
Agri and Spacchio both look visibly relieved.

\endtext

\text
Feeling Risbell's cold gaze on his back, Caym left the
tavern with Morte.

\endtext

\text
The Demon Lord's bedroom.
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\text("Morte")
Now then... what shall we do tonight...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let's see...
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\text
Caym gazes at Morte, lost in thought for a moment.

\endtext

\text
Half-dead and immortal. A necromancer who has lived for two
thousand years.
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\text
Though she's feared, Morte herself is, strangely enough, not
a bad woman.
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\text
Maybe her heart, worn down over two thousand years, has been
purified and returned to a childlike state. You can even
sense a certain innocence and sincerity in her.
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\text("Morte")
I look forward to having sex with you, Caym. During that
time... it feels like I'm truly alive again...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
But... somehow, I feel like I'm the only one enjoying it...
and that bothers me...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Well, it's true that being with you is a bit of a
challenge.
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\text
Morte is dull and slow in every way, and it takes her an
unusually long time to feel anything.
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\text
Even though things get wild at the end, it's a fact that it
takes a lot of stamina to get her there.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
But there's no need for the woman to worry about that. Don't
underestimate me, Caym.
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\text("Morte")
Alright... then I won't worry...
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\text("Caym")
Hmm, but still. Maybe tonight we should try something a
little different.

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\text("Morte")
Oh...? What do you have in mind...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let's see, we'll start with a blowjob. And then―

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\text
Caym glances at Morte's body.
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\text
―Though the important parts are hidden by her hair, as
always, her outfit leaves her breasts completely exposed.
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\text("Caym")
...How about you use those big tits to jerk me off? But
first, your mouth. Have you ever given a blowjob before?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
With my mouth, right...? Of course... Though it's my first
time doing it with someone who's alive...
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\text("Caym")
Oh? Then that means I'm your first.
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\text
He decided not to count the dead, so just like with her
other hole, Caym would be the first man for her mouth as
well.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright. Then give it a try. If you don't know what to do,
I'll teach you.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hmm... It might be different from the dead... Let's see...?

\endtext

\text
With slow movements, but full of curiosity, Morte pulls down
Caym's pants―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Oh... What a nice shape... The horns are good, but this cock
is nice too... Just looking at it... makes me happy...

\endtext

\text
Morte gazes happily at his penis, gently stroking the shaft
with her fingers.
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\text("Caym")
U-Ugh...! Wh-What the...!?
\endtext

\text
Her fingerwork is strangely skilled. Even though she hasn't
used her mouth yet, just the subtle movements of her fingers
make him gasp with pleasure.
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\text("Caym")
W-Weren't you a virgin...? W-Wait, huh?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Then... I'll lick it now...? Lick...!

\endtext

\text
Sticking out her tongue, Morte slowly and thoroughly licks
the underside of his shaft from bottom to top.
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\text("Caym")
Kuh... Haaaah...!
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\text("Morte")
Lick... lick... slurp...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh, w-wait, wait, wait!
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\text
At Caym's interruption, Morte pauses her blowjob for a
moment.
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\text("Morte")
...What's wrong? Was it not good...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-No. It's the opposite. It feels insanely good. It's
just... ugh...
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\text
Even as her mouth rests, her fingers keep moving slowly
along the shaft. That alone feels incredible.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... that's a relief... lick...
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\text("Caym")
H-Hauu!
\endtext

\text
Caym arches his back, his whole body trembling and
twitching.
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\text
Even with her slow movements, Morte's tongue draws out
pleasure from Caym's cock without fail.

\endtext

\text
All the while, her fingers expertly tease, changing position
and squeezing to perfectly support the stimulation from her
tongue.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-You're really good at this...! Ugh! I mean, how are you so
good at this, ugh...!

\endtext

\text
He had to admit it. Morte's blowjob was insanely good. It
was on a level he'd never experienced before.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Whether I'm good at it or not... I don't really know...
but...
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\text("Morte")
The dead... they don't feel this much. They don't react...
they're always dull...
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\text
That's how Morte explained it. ―If even Morte, who's
half-dead herself, is this dull, then the 'real' dead must
be hopelessly numb.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
They hardly feel anything... So for two thousand years, I've
been figuring out ways to make those dead bastards feel
it... to get them excited...!
\endtext

\text
Morte gives a faintly mischievous smile and licks the tip of
Caym's cock with a flick of her tongue.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-Ugh...!
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\text
Just that alone makes his whole body shudder and tremble in
response.
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\text("Morte")
Caym's cock is... so sensitive... it's just adorable...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
B-Being called cute by a woman isn't really my thing, but...
ugh, ohhh!
\endtext

\text
Morte's tongue slowly wraps around his cock, moving like a
slug as she licks him up and down.

\endtext

\text
With every movement of her tongue, she subtly shifts the
pressure of her fingers, making Caym's cock tremble nonstop
from the pleasure.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh, o-oh...! Ngh...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Fu, fu, fu... so cute... lero, lero...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Lero... n, muu...? What is this...? Chiru.

\endtext

\text
Pre-cum wells up from the tip of his cock, unable to be
contained any longer.
\endtext

\text
Morte licks it up, twitching like a startled rabbit.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
O... o... ohh... this... is...
\endtext

\text
A flush quickly spreads across Morte's pale cheeks, her
expression melting into pure ecstasy.
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\text("Morte")
Ah... ah... ahhh!
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\text("Caym")
W-What is it?
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\text("Morte")
Haaah... it's amazing... Caym's semen... it's overflowing
with life...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, I guess so. It is the seed of life, after all...
sometimes I almost forget that.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
T-Those corpses... they never had anything like this... fu,
ah, ahh...!
\endtext

\text
Morte's eyes change color. ...Caym instinctively senses
something ominous.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
H-Hey, wait, Morte... ugh!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Let it out... your semen...! Lero, lero... neroooh...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-Uwahh! Wait! If you keep going like that with your
technique... I-I'm gonna―ugh, uuuugh!!

\endtext

\text
Caym's protests no longer reach Morte. Craving the
life-filled semen, she hungrily wraps her tongue around him.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... lerooo... pecho, nyuroo... ohh... it's coming out...
from the tip of your cock, little by little... chuuuu!

\endtext

\text
Morte noisily sucks up the pre-cum that keeps oozing from
the tip without stopping.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hah, ohhh!?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahh... yes... that's it... haa... haaa... I want more... I
want even more...!

\endtext

\text
Taking in the energy of life―no, of sex―her skin flushes,
her breathing quickens, and her excitement becomes obvious.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hah, haa... lero, kuchu... pero... haa, haaa... nerorooo...!


\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh...! No, I can't hold it anymore... o-oh, oh, oh!

\endtext

\text
There was no way to endure any longer against Morte's two
thousand years of skill and her relentless assault.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Y-Yes! Let it out... your semen... lots of it...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Nerohhh... nuchooo... chuuuu!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hah, u-ugh! Oh, oooohhh...!!

\endtext

\text
In that instant, Caym's mind went completely blank―his
bursting semen struck Morte's face and rained down over her
head.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ah, ah... it's so hot...! The hot drops of life are
pouring down on me... ah, ah...!

\endtext

\text
He cums again. Surrounded by the scent of hot male seed and
the energy of life, Morte is hit directly, lost in ecstasy.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nnnn...! Hah, ah, ah... fuaaah... ahh... nnn!


\endtext

\text
Her chest trembles as she lets out a sweet scream―Morte,
too, reaches her climax.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh... hah, hah... haaa...

\endtext

\text
Drained dry, Caym is left panting for breath.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... it's wonderful... haaa... ahh...

\endtext

\text
On the other hand, Morte is a slow starter. Her body
temperature is finally rising, and she looks like the night
is just getting started.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's amazing, Caym... this is... life itself...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I-I see... hold on a second, whew...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Let's keep going... more... I want more of your semen...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-Yeah. I have no objections to that.
\endtext

\text
If she attacks him again with that same intensity, he
probably won't last even two minutes.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, then for round two, let's switch roles. ...Open
your mouth, Morte.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Very well... as long as I get your semen, I don't care
either way...
\endtext

\text
Morte opens her mouth wide with an aahn. Caym grabs the back
of her head and thrusts his thick cock inside.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mmm, mmgh... fugh... i-it's so big... mm, mmm...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh... this is great! It's better to do than be done to!

\endtext

\text
Caym shoves his hard cock into Morte's soft mouth, already
grinning at the feeling of domination.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, I'm going to move now...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm, mmgh...? Hah! Mmm! Mmmm...!

\endtext

\text
As if to get payback for earlier, Caym starts thrusting hard
and mercilessly from the very beginning.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, guchuu... mmgh... nn, mmmm... fuaah...

\endtext

\text
She seems a bit strained, but Morte still has plenty of
stamina left.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Hmm... I see, so not only is her sense of pleasure dulled,
but her sense of pain is too?)
\endtext

\text
In short, it means I can be a little rough with her and
she'll be fine.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh... this is interesting.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mmm... guh...?
\endtext

\text
Caym adjusts his grip on Morte's head, positioning his hips
to thrust down from above.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I'm going to get a bit rougher now. If it hurts, just say
so.
\endtext

\text
With that, Caym pushes his hips forward. The tip of his cock
passes the tight entrance and plunges deep into her throat.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm, mm... mmm?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh, ohh... it's so tight...! This might be even better
than her lower hole. Damn...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm, mmm... guhh... n... n...

\endtext

\text
Just as he thought, even after all this, Morte doesn't seem
to be in much pain.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
How convenient... An ordinary woman couldn't handle this
kind of play with her mouth.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, I'm going to move now, Morte―!
\endtext

\text
Sealing away any lingering sympathy, Caym gives in to his
animal instincts and starts to ravage the back of Morte's
throat.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm, mmm... mmghhh! Fuh, guh... guchuuuu...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-ohh! This is incredible!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fuhh, mmmmmm!? Mmm... mmgh, nggghhh...

\endtext

\text
The pleasure and overwhelming sense of domination make his
hips move on their own, unable to stop.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mmm, guhh... haguuh... fuggghhh...!

\endtext

\text
That's when he notices Morte looking up at him with a
faintly resentful gaze.
\endtext

\text
Seeing the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, Caym
finally feels a pang of guilt.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ah, sorry. Did I go too far...? Wha―whoa!?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuchuuuuu...! Zuchuu...! Guchuuu!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh, ohhh!?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Jubu, jubu, jubuuu...!
\endtext

\text
Instead, Morte starts moving her own head, launching a
counterattack.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(She just takes longer to get mad, but she does get angry
too, this bitch... Wha―whoa!?)

\endtext

\text
That's when Morte's throat changes shape. The small gap
disappears, and it clamps down completely around his cock.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
W-what are you...!? K-kuhh...! This is...!

\endtext

\text
Realizing what Morte just did, Caym can't help but shudder
in shock.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Did you... completely stop breathing? Ah, ughh! The
suction... I can't take it... nghh!

\endtext

\text
If it's only for a short time, Morte probably doesn't even
need to breathe. She closes her airway, presses her whole
throat tightly around his cock, and moves back and forth
like that.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Chugu... bchu... juburuuu...!

\endtext

\text
With those obscene sucking sounds, an overwhelming pleasure
wraps around his cock.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Guh, nghh...! U-ugh...! Ohh...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuchu, guchu... zuchuuu... heehee...!

\endtext

\text
Morte even manages a smile, all while holding her breath
completely.
\endtext

\text
In the midst of fear―Caym's pleasure goes past the limit,
and he ends up releasing his load deep into her throat.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh, kuh...! Hah... kahh...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Gulp, gulp, gulppp...
\endtext

\text
Morte happily gulps down the huge load of cum poured
directly into her throat.
\endtext

\text
The movement of her throat stimulates him even more, making
Caym shoot out even more semen.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hahh, haa... ugh...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Gulp... gulp gulp gulp... zzz, churuuuu...!

\endtext

\text
After sucking out every last drop―Morte finally releases his
cock.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Puh, haa...
\endtext

\text
Looking satisfied, Morte leans back, a string of cum
trailing from her mouth.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahh... semen... the semen of a living man... I never knew it
could be this good...
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...It's like the power of life itself... filling me up from
the inside...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh. Well, I'm glad you liked it.
\endtext

\text
Caym glances over to check Morte's expression.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
You're not still mad, are you?
\endtext

\text
In response to Caym's question, Morte puffs out her cheeks
in a sulky way.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...I'm still a little... mad... you know...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh. S-sorry.
\endtext

\text
Maybe because it takes her longer to get angry, it also
takes longer for her to forgive once she is.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... in exchange for more semen...! I want to taste even
more of your cum... is that okay?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh. If that's what you want, I'm all for it, but...

\endtext

\text
He's already cum twice today. He's not sure if he can live
up to Morte's expectations.

\endtext

\text
Maybe sensing his worry, Morte wipes the cum from her lips
with her fingertip and gives him a sexy smile.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's fine... Isn't this what you wanted...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
U-uh, wha...!?
\endtext

\text
Morte wraps Caym's penis with her voluptuous breasts,
usually hidden by her hair.

\endtext

\text
The soft, gentle sensation makes his once-limp cock quickly
regain its strength.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Hehe... As I thought... it's so cute...!

\endtext

\text
Smiling, Morte slowly begins to rock her body back and
forth.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh...? This is... ngh!
\endtext

\text
This isn't the usual titjob, where the penis is sandwiched
between the breasts and stroked up and down.
\endtext

\text
Using her ample, soft breasts, she completely envelops his
cock from tip to base in a vertical titjob.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I didn't know there was a technique like this...! Ngh!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...There were many times I had to deal with three... or even
five men at once...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I-I see. So this is the fourth hole...! Ugh...

\endtext

\text
You'd need breasts big enough to pull this off, but it's
definitely a different kind of pleasure from a normal
titjob.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Just... stay still for a while... I'll make you feel
good...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-okay. Ngh...!
\endtext

\text
She must have honed this skill on undead who are hard to
please. It's not as dexterous as her tongue, but the
pressure and movement are exquisite.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh... this is nice. It's like being wrapped in a woman's
tenderness...
\endtext

\text
Unlike a titjob that only rubs the sides, when you go deep,
the tip hits the bottom. This really is... just like a hole.

\endtext

\text
Morte twists her body, slowly giving his entire cock a
pleasant stimulation.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
How is it... Caym... does it feel good...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah... it's good... this feels really nice.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm...! If Caym is happy... then I'm happy too...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Fooo... just a little longer, please... like this...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Leave it to me... it's fine...
\endtext

\text
A slow, gentle pleasure, like being rocked by waves. Before
he knows it, even Caym's speech has slowed to match Morte's
pace.
\endtext

\text
Like a mother soothing her child, Morte keeps rocking her
body back and forth.
\endtext

\text
Matching Morte's slow rhythm, pleasure gradually builds up
in Caym's hips―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Hm...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Keep going just like that. ...I'll move a little on my end
too, okay?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Mm... n, nnngh...!
\endtext

\text
Caym starts moving his hips on his own. Pre-cum pools
between Morte's breasts, making everything even slicker.

\endtext

\text
On top of that, this is Morte's third time tonight, so she's
even more sensitive―she lets out faint moans, as if Caym
were thrusting into her pussy.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Ah... ha... aaah... M-my breasts... are being violated by
Caym's cock...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh... this is my first time experiencing something like
this, and it feels amazing...!
\endtext

\text
The term 'breast pussy' fits perfectly. Even in this
position, he can really feel like he's fucking a woman.

\endtext

\text
And it seems Morte feels it too―she's clearly being
violated, and it's bringing her pleasure.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Nn, nn... Caym... it's fine... just like this... cum
right here...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Are you sure? Is it really okay to cum here instead of in
your mouth?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's fine... I can feel the power of life... all over my
body... nn, nn...!

\endtext

\text
Come to think of it, when he came all over her head, Morte
was also in ecstasy from the sexual energy.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright... here I go! You too, come on! Take it!

\endtext

\text
Caym starts thrusting his hips faster.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuhh, nnngh...! Ah, ah... fuhh... ahhh...!

\endtext

\text
Morte is now so sensitive that every thrust makes her moan,
and the sound is music to his ears.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nnngh... ahhh... haaah... Caym... Caym... it's coming... ah,
ah!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ohh, me too... here I come, Morte!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuh, o-oh, ohhh...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaah, auuuh...! Ahh... it's overflowing... the power of
light...!

\endtext

\text
Just as she says, Morte receives his ejaculation right on
her chest, and her whole body seems to glow with that
energy.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... it's wonderful...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That was unexpected for me too. There are still so many new
kinds of pleasure out there.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
One more time... Caym...! You can still go, right...?

\endtext

\text
He'd expected this. He'd already cum three times today―

\endtext

\text
But for Morte, a slow starter, all of that was just a
warm-up. The next round would be the real deal, the most
exciting one yet.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright. ...Should we do it down there? Or keep going with
your breasts?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Like this is fine... but if you can go three more times, we
could do it down there too...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Let me keep going with your breasts.
\endtext

\text
Bowing his head honestly, Caym resumes a vertical titjob.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ah, ah...! It feels so good... it's like my breasts and
your cock are connected...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah! The way they're gripping me is even better now, it's
amazing...! Nghh!
\endtext

\text
The semen released earlier acts as a lubricant, making
Morte's breasts even tighter―it's just like a real pussy
now.
\endtext

\text
Morte herself is also getting more and more aroused, her
body warmed by pleasure and the energy she absorbed from the
cum.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahh... so good... so good... It's even better than doing it
down there... nngh... it's that good... mm...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Same here. With this... nghh! I think I can make it to the
end...!
\endtext

\text
The pleasure on his cock and the look of ecstasy on Morte's
face as she writhes.
\endtext

\text
Hearing Morte say it's better than doing it down there isn't
so bad―though, of course, there's no thrill of making her
pregnant.
\endtext

\text
The sense of unity with a woman, the exchange of pleasure,
the joy of her reactions to his movements―this is sex, no
doubt about it.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haa... ahhh... Caym... Caym... it feels so good... I love
you...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah...! Nghh, I don't think I can last much longer...!

\endtext

\text
Determined to satisfy Morte, Caym squeezes out the last of
his strength.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh...! My, my messy breasts are making such wet
noises... Your cock is stirring them all up...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
M-my body feels like it's melting... It feels so good... my
whole body is tingling...

\endtext

\text
Morte's face is melting with pleasure, her moans sweet and
erotic. Her cuteness and lewdness make Caym's mind go numb.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I-I think I'm gonna cum... Even though it's the fourth time!

\endtext

\text
A torrent of semen swirls, ready to burst from his hips. He
can't believe he still has this much left in him.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
P-please, I want it... I want more of your cum, Caym...
more... pour it into me...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Leave it to me... ooooooh!
\endtext

\text
Giving in to the beastly urge rising up again, Caym thrusts
his hips even harder.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh...! Fu-, ah, ah, ahhh... n, hau... hi... ah, ah,
ah...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hah, ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Hah, ahhhhhhh... nngh!

\endtext

\text
Losing herself, Morte cries out shamelessly, her whole body
trembling as she climaxes.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, here I go too... ooooooh!

\endtext

\text
An unbelievable amount of cum explodes from him for the
fourth time, bursting out and splattering all over her
cleavage.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fuaaah! It feels like... I'm being burned by the fire of
life...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
A-ah, ah, hiii... nngh!
\endtext

\text
Morte climaxes again.
\endtext

\text
As for Caym, he gave it his all, burned himself out... and
this time, he was truly spent.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haa... fuaa... that was wonderful...
\endtext

\text
Still covered in cum, Morte basks in the afterglow,
completely entranced.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Haa... haa... huff... huff...
\endtext

\text
Not a single drop left in him. Caym, utterly convinced of
this, lets out a weary sigh.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(...In the end, sex with Morte is always exhausting, huh.)

\endtext

\text
He'd planned to just let Morte do all the work and take it
easy himself, but―
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(...Well, it felt good, so I can't complain.)
\endtext

\text
He figured the afterglow would last a while. Looking down at
the still-dazed Morte, Caym nodded to himself.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Well then... farewell...
\endtext

\text
After cleaning herself up and fixing her appearance―though
her breasts were still out―Morte tries to just wander off.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hey, wait, wait, wait! Where are you going?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
...It's night... I'm going back to sleep... Aren't you going
to sleep, Caym...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah, I'm going to sleep, but the night is still young.
There's no need to leave so soon.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...? Can we... still have sex...?

\endtext

\text
Morte tilts her head in confusion.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-no, that's a bit much even for me. But there are other
ways to enjoy the night. Like pillow talk.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Pillow... talk? What kind of thing is that...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
What do you mean... You don't know?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Basically, after sex, a man and woman feel closer than
usual, right?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
So while you're in that mood, you just mess around and have
pointless conversations... That's what it is.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hmm... Is it fun...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah. At least I think it's fun... or rather, it makes me
happy.
\endtext

\text
Morte thinks for a moment, then gives him a gentle smile.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
If it makes you happy, Caym... then it makes me happy
too...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh...! Anyway, come back to bed. Over here, right here.

\endtext

\text
Caym pats the spot next to him on the bed.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... I'll come back...
\endtext

\text
Welcoming the obediently returning Morte―

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Good grief. She really is a handful.)
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(But it's true she's not the terrifying being everyone
thinks she is...)
\endtext

\text("Morte")
............?
\endtext

\text
Morte looks at Caym curiously, since he called her back to
bed only to fall silent and start thinking.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(I should probably let everyone know. But being the only one
who knows this about her... isn't so bad either...)

\endtext

\text
Watching Morte, Caym found himself thinking that――

\endtext