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Chapter 34: I Wasn’t Expecting This, But it is Great!
(Syrilblia’s POV)
In my hand, was the warm, twitching kitten of Beatrice. Like she knew that I found her glasses sexy, even when coming here into my room completely nude, she had them on.
Delusions aside, she probably wore them to see… But I like my narcissist version to be far more arousing. As such, I will delude myself into thinking that my version is the truth of the matter. Beatrice is… oh, she is a virgin, huh?
Beatrice: “Break it…” She pleaded.
Syrilblia: “It will hurt, you know.” I reply.
Beatrice: “I am aware of that, yes. Regardless, take my virginity.” She repeated.
Syrilblia: “As far as I am aware, you came into this room to rape me, didn’t you?” I ask with a confident tone.
Beatrice: “…I’ll admit to it, yes, I did.” She answered.
Syrilblia: “Then… a punishment is in order.” I reply, taking my hand off of her wet sex.
Beatrice: “…”
I do not have the common tool used to deflower a woman, but that didn’t mean that I had no means to do so. I had plenty of options, actually. Pulling my blanket off, I put my hand on my waist. I also stuck my middle finger out.
Syrilblia: “Come on… give me your virginity.” I say with a seductive tone.
Her eyes seemed to be excited, her breathing was rapid. A trail of love juice flowed down Beatrice’s leg. The idea that I proposed… it was one that excited her greatly.
Getting onto the bed, Beatrice positioned her kitten over my finger. Slowly, she lowered her body. My finger was now touching her sex once more. Now, it was sitting on her wet entrance…
Syrilblia: “Again, this will hurt.” I advise.
Beatrice: “I have had my arm ripped off, and healed back with magic. I can handle my virginity being taken. Though, I never planned on giving it to a sex friend.” She said with a laugh.
Rip!
Taking a deep breath, Beatrice closed her eyes, and then let my finger enter her pussy. Despite being a woman that clearly touched herself a lot, she never broke her hymen, it seems. The blood trailing down my finger proved that.
Beatrice: “…I was wrong.” She said with tears in her eyes.
Syrilblia: “Shall I pull out?” I proposed.
Beatrice: “It… it hurts…” She cutely pouted.
With a giggle, I helped the cute, deflowered girl off of my finger. Cuddling her, I pampered the girl until she stopped crying. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough. But the pain isn’t just from the hymen being torn. Rather, there is also a mental pain that comes with it.
A Cuddle Session Later.
Sniff!
Syrilblia: “…”
Right now, like an animal, Beatrice was sniffing my entire body. I didn’t touch her, but her body shook countless times. She… she so easily came from my smell alone.
Beatrice: “Your smell… I will never get tired of it.” She said with a seductive tone.
Syrilblia: “You must have a very strong smell fetish, then.” I reply.
Beatrice: “Smell fetish? Oh, I guess that I do…” She replied with a red face.
Syrilblia: “You haven’t smelled my sex yet.” I add.
Beatrice: “…I have orgasmed from smelling random parts of your body. What will happen if I smell your… special place?” She said with a nervous tone.
Syrilblia: “Why don’t we find out?” I suggest with a sultry tone.
Softly pushing her aside, I took off my panties, and I revealed my flower to her. I was even so kind to peel it back for her using my fingers as well. Beatrice’s nose twitched, her eyes widened. In no time at all, her face was on my kitten.
Sniff!
Like it was some hardcore drug, Beatrice sniffed my pussy. I felt no pleasure from this, except the light feeling of her hot breaths upon my sex. As for the girl herself… she was in the process of having multiple orgasms.
Despite the constant eruptions in her body, Beatrice kept sniffing me without even stopping for one second. How… uh… is she going to do this all night? I want to orgasm too; you know?…
Many Hours of Sniffing Later.
Lick!
Syrilblia: “Ooh~ Right there…” I moan out.
Beatrice: “The smell… the taste… I am already addicted to you, Syrilblia.” She said, taking a breath pause from lapping up my sex before diving back into her task.
Rivaling the waterfall that was Serena’s explosive squirt, Beatrice had soaked my bed through and through. She luckily knew how to use cleaning magic, so the cleanup was more than easy.
For hours, the girl sniffed my kitten. Her body shook and shook until she passed out for a short while. When she woke up, the high from my smell wasn’t as powerful, so we had sex like normal lesbians would.
Syrilblia: “Ah!” I mewed out in pleasure.
With a thrust of my waist, I squirted out my love juices. Beatrice drank it all up, trying her best to not let a single drop go to waste. Beatrice was… sorta a pervert, I guess?
Just how much did this girl restrain her desires to the point where was this perverted? Look, the smell fetish, all that, I get. But… drinking someone squirt like it was holy water?
Yeah, this girl has some screws loose. Though, that just made her even hotter. This woman, one who was so highly respected, just drank up my bodily fluids, all with a bright and loving smile on her face.
Only I am able to witness this side of her. To the rest of the world, she will always be a respected noble and a powerful magic user. But to me… she is just a little pervert that can no longer go without my smell and taste.
Beatrice: “Syrilblia… do you think that I am a pervert?” She asked.
Syrilblia: “Drinking my squirt is pretty perverted, Beatrice. But otherwise, you just have a specific fetish.” I deny.
We’ll just have to ignore how she was going to rape me tonight… No, really. I was actually scared out of my mind. Velta warned me that Beatrice was amazingly powerful. Stupidly, I thought that all magic users were just that. Magic users.
But the reason why they’re so strong is that Mana strengthens your body to an absurd degree. I am sure that, if she wanted to, Beatrice could have easily had her way with me tonight, and I would have had no means to stop her at all.
Beatrice: “Does… do you accept me, then? Pervertedness and all? Will you still have sex with me?” She asked with a serious tone.
Syrilblia: “Of course I will still have sex with you. In my opinion, the more perverted the woman, the more fun the sex.” I answer with a laugh.
Beatrice: “I don’t need you to be my wife… but will you accept all my desires?” She asked.
Syrilblia: “Within reason, I will accept your desires. That is, if you accept mine as well.” I reply.
Beatrice: “…Tonight… I mean, after classes today, and after we go to sleep… Can you sneak into my room and pleasure me in my sleep?” She asked with a nervous tone and expression.
Syrilblia: “…If that is what you want me to do, then sure.” I agree.
Beatrice: “Okay… then can I ask you to do more stuff like this to me in the future?” She asked more.
Syrilblia: “Just as long as it isn’t anything that breaks the law, sure.” I agree once more.
Beatrice: “Great!… Can I ask a request for tonight?” She replied.
Syrilblia: “Hm… you’re quite the spoiled girl, Beatrice.” I say with a giggle, rubbing her cute head.
Beatrice: “…”
Syrilblia: “Cute girls should be indulged, though. What is your request?” I ask with a curious tone.
Beatrice: “Um… can I fall asleep sniffing your armpit?” She requested with a red face.
Syrilblia: “…Fine. But only if you don’t make a mess. I would like to get sleep tonight, regardless of how horny I usually am.” I agree with a sigh.
Beatrice: “Yay!” She happily exclaimed, shoving her nose into my armpit, sniffing it up.
A smell fetish… is kinda lewd. What am I saying? This is beyond lewd! This is like, straight out of a porno!!! Here Beatrice is, a sexy college babe, sniffing my armpit with an expression of pure bliss on her face, slowly drifting into a pleasant sleep.
Her fetishes should somewhat disgust me. Reason dictates that I should distance myself from her. But instead… I just want to make her even more perverted! If Beatrice is already like this, how much further into pervertedness will she fall? Once again… my mind boggles at the possibilities…