Reborn as A Holy Knight (Remake) Prologue 9 (Patreon)

Prologue 9 – The Effects of the Divine Skill, Part 2

After I finished my second shot from behind, what came to my view was Xaneela with her ass sticking out and her vulva twitching and overflowing with semen, which made me hard again, inducing me to ram my cock into her sloppily opened hole once more without telling her.

Naturally, it was followed by a violent moving of my hips, just like before.

“Wait… a bit… ahh… so intense… mmmgh!!”

Xaneela was saying something that sounded like a complaint, but I could tell behind her tone that she really wanted it.

If she didn’t like it, the Divine Skill would have probably taken action by now, either by making me less willing to do it, or stopping me altogether.

In other words, the fact that I’m getting aroused like this means that Xaneela is asking for it too.

“More… hard…!! Thrust it deep…!!”

See?

So I kept moving my hips without restraint.

Xaneela also moved her hips in time with my movements.

Soon after, I ejaculated inside Xaneela’s vagina.

And once again, the amount of semen ejaculated was tremendous.

Like it never decreased.

“Haaa… haaa…”

Nevertheless, it’s still a little tiring.

But after a little bit of breathing, I hardly feel tired anymore.

Is this another effect of Divine Skill?

That’s awesome.

After I pulled out my thing again, Xaneela turned to face me, still breathing unevenly.

Then she sat down on the table.

By the way, the table is just high enough for Xaneela to stand on her tiptoes with her buttocks resting lightly on it.

Xaneela pulls up her dress, places one of her legs on the chair, and spreads the other leg.

When she did that, a copious amount of mucus leaked from her precious slit.

Oh, man, this is so erotic.

I’m throbbing hard again.

“Fufu… you really came a lot.”

Xaneela touched her crotch, put the white mucus on her fingers, looked at me, smiled, then licked her fingertips.

“Yesterday, you couldn’t do it three times. Today you did.”

“Yeah. I’m kinda surprised myself.”

“Fufufu… my pussy is already full of your semen. See?”

“Y-yeah. So… you want to stop here?”

“Hmmm, can I? Or rather… are you…fine with that?”

Xaneela looked at my hard-on and smiled mischievously.

Then, she looked me in the eye, and shifted the cloth straps of her dress to expose her breasts.

Come to think of it, I wasn’t able to touch her breasts at all.

But looking at them again, I could say they are indeed beautifully shaped.

The area around her belly has become hidden due to the shifting of her clothing, but her breasts and crotch are now exposed.

As for my cock, I’ve already shot three times, but it is still in a state of bursting at the seams.

“Even if my pussy is full, I can just let it overflow. Besides…”

Xaneela puts her hand on her crotch and squirts a little of the contents out of it, which she then scoops up.

“I can also make you feel good in other places, you know? Like here, for example.”

Then she puts the mucus on her cleavage and smears it all over her chest, the same mucus she just let out in her orifice, coating her well-endowed breasts with a mixture of my seed and her own love juices.

“Fufu…”

With her signature enchanting smile, Xaneela got off the table she was sitting on and approached me.

Then she got down on one knee and clamped my erect rod between her ample, soft, and now newly lubricated breasts, also putting pressure on the outside to squeeze my thing further between her cleavage.

“How is it?”

“Ugh… this feels good.”

Xaneela is now moving her body up and down with moderate pressure while not forgetting to stare at me up above.

Aside from the direct pleasure that my penis was receiving, her bewitching expression as she looked up at me was extremely arousing.

Of course, it felt very nice to be sandwiched in such warmth together with the additional wet sensation produced underneath it, but I couldn’t help but be very attracted to the way she looked at me.

Apparently, the bodily fluids that Xaneela had smeared on herself earlier replaced the role of the lube, and it felt very good, in a different way than the vagina.

Xaneela kept serving me, moving her body up and down as hard as she could. Then suddenly, her face, which had been looking up at me for a while, looked down.

“Mn… nnn… nnm… mlemm…”

She seemed to be stretching out her tongue to lick the tip of my manhood, which was sticking out from the tip of her cleavage, but her tongue wasn’t reaching the tip, so she was frustrated.

It’s cute how dedicated she is, but it’s hard in real life to lick and suck a cock while it’s being tit-jobbed like in hentai, apparently.

Xaneela is trying her best to reach out with her tongue, but she just can’t get it in the right place.

Eh? I’m getting a nice stimulation on the tip. Wait… ugh…

“Mlem… mlem… nmmmh…”

It reached!?

How? At first, she was one step away from reaching it, but now she was sucking about half of my bellend into her mouth.

I mean, how- ugh, this feels good…

“Nfuuh… how does it feel?”

“How… is it reaching you?”

“Mmh… hammu… nfufufu… well, why don’t you take a look?”

What do you mean I should take a look… my penis became longer?!

I see, so this is another effect of the Divine Skill.

“Nfuuh… anytime… chup… come…”

“Ugh…”

Not only that, my penis that was being stimulated in her mouth felt many times better than when she was just doing the titjob.

As such, when she used her tongue to stimulate the back of my penis,

“Oof!!”

I would feel so good that my voice would start moaning on its own.

“Hamu… chupu… mlem mlem… nmmmm…”

Not good. I’m…

“Xaneela, I’m coming…!!”

“Mmmm!! Mm… gulp… gulp… gulp… nhaaa…”

When Xaneela received my semen in her mouth, she tried to swallowed it all. However, maybe the amount was too much, she was unable to. As such, when she opened her mouth to breathe, the remaining fluids stretched out thin threads, resembling thick cobwebs inside a pipe.

Since I don’t like ejaculating into a woman’s face, I’m glad she drank it like this.

Of course, it’s not like I have done it before. It’s a bit more of my preference in porn videos and stuff.

I was kind of intimidated by the idea of spraying semen on a woman’s face.

Wait. Shouldn’t it be more intimidating to make them drink it?

Whatever. As long as the other party doesn’t dislike it, I shouldn’t bother with the details.

But it’s now my fourth shot, and it’s still a lot.

“So, what are we going to do next?”

Xaneela asks me again with an enchanting smile on her face.

Her bare cleavage, covered in mucus, was glistening in the light, and was irresistibly erotic.

“What are we going to do?”

“Do you still want to do it? Or do you want to stop?”

“Well, I can still do it. Can I?”

“Of course. I’ll do it with you as long as you like.”

“Then… I want more.”

“Fufufu… come.”

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How long has it been since we started doing it?

Hours? Days?

Anyway, I haven’t stopped fucking Xaneela ever since.

We were naked before we knew it, bathing in semen, love juice, sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids all over ourselves and our partner’s bodies.

We also took a bath in a bathroom she created, but we ended up doing it in the bathtub as well. And now there’s an unidentified liquid in it that is a product of our lovemaking.

Xaneela could probably clean it up with a light tap of her finger, but she chose to leave it there.

Somehow the deep part of my mind was telling me I should leave it there too.

At least until things are settled.

Of course, it wasn’t only that. We also fucked in many positions we could think of, and as a result, our sticky bodily fluids splattered across the room.

We are still naked and in each other’s embrace.

I am currently penetrating her in front, moving my hips back and forth. We are holding each other’s bodies tightly with both of our tongues intertwined.

Every time I moved my hips, Xaneela’s vagina, which has now been filled up to her womb, would make a nasty gurgling sound inside.

I can’t remember how many shots I let out since then, but I’m still as ginormous as ever, and the pleasure I felt radiating from Xaneela’s meaty, folds-encased thing has never waned one bit.

Right now, I feel like I can continue doing this forever.

I kept moving my hips, enjoying the feel of Xaneela’s soft breasts pressed against my chest. Eventually, I finished ejaculating for what must have been the last of my many ejaculations.

Xaneela’s sloppy vagina is still full of semen; every time my cock pulsed, the cum I injected previously would come out of her vagina and flow out of our junction.

“Congratulations, you’ve broken the record.”

Xaneela whispered in my ear as she held me close.

It was out of the blue, so I was puzzled at first.

“Uhm… I broke the record?”

“Un.”

Xaneela put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up.

Then she smiled at me like a holy maiden.

“This is the 38th time.”

38th?

I see…

I died when I finished my thirty-seventh ejaculation from reckless masturbation.

I see… I made it past 37… uuu…”

I wonder what it is, the liquid that dribbles down my face and hits Xaneela’s cheek.

It is a clear liquid, different from any bodily fluids I have ever produced. Yet also very familiar.

“Tears…? W-why…”

Tears suddenly overflowed without me knowing, and they didn’t stop.

Suddenly, I realized.

For the first time since coming here, I felt sad.

That I suddenly died.

I didn’t think my life was good. Well, at least not to the extent for me to cry about it.

Especially in the ten or so years after I graduated from college, where I had no money and had to work for cheap wages just to survive.

But upon looking back, it wasn’t all bad.

When I was a student, I had a good amount of friends and enjoyed my youth, and when I became a freelancer and a dispatched worker, I had a handful of people to talk to.

I even went out with them on holidays to play with our common hobbies.

Before I died, I thought my life was a shitty one, especially when I was doing that reckless masturbation… but now… I realized that I still had a lot of fun.

Even though it had a lot of downs than ups, I still enjoyed it. I still lived in it.

But I’m dead now, and not only that, everyone will forget about me. About my existence.

And the world will continue to spin without me as if it were a matter of course.

When I thought about this, I suddenly felt lonely, and more and more tears started to flow out of my eyes.

“Uuuu… uwaaaaaaa…”

Was it silly and pathetic for a full-grown man to cry at the top of his voice?

But I couldn’t stop.

In the middle of my sobbing, I saw Xaneela’s face.

She was still smiling kindly at me.

That made me kind of happy, so I kept on crying.

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