Chapter 25 In the Hollow of the Tree
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The dank, earthy darkness of the tree hollow felt oddly warm, the silence outside so heavy it stung the ears. The thought that the eerie call might pierce through this stillness again made sleep impossible.
”I don’t want to die. There’s still so much I want to do. To die in a world this vibrant, without even having my fill of women…”
Desperate to escape those thoughts, I edged closer to Trash-san until I could feel the faint warmth of her breath. My hand brushed near her lips, confirming the soft rhythm of her breathing, and for no reason at all, a wave of relief washed over me. Craving more of that comfort, I pressed my palm against her chest, seeking the steady thump of her heart.
My hand sank into the softness of her breast, the rough weave of her jinbei doing little to mask the pulse of life beneath. Feeling another living person like this—it undid me. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone dying, not when it felt so real, so close.
Before I knew it, my lips were on her chest. Overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment and the fear of mortality, I parted the jinbei (a traditional set of Japanese clothing worn during summer as loungewear), pushed up her thin undergarment, and revealed the perfect curves beneath.
”…Mm? Young… Master?”
Trash-san’s initial resistance seemed to melt away as she stirred, rubbing her eyes as she woke. But I didn’t stop, my lips closing around her nipple, savoring the soft texture with my tongue, drawing it in with a desperate pull.
”Young Master! Ah—what are you—?!”
”I’m sorry…”
”Ah! Ah! What’s gotten into you? Why my—my chest…?”
”I know it’s awful, I know.”
Even streaked with dirt, Trash-san was breathtaking, her elegance almost otherworldly. In the faint light of the hollow, I could just make out the way her delicate brows furrowed in confusion. She was genuinely at a loss, worried about me, searching for words but finding none.
”Ah… Young Master, is this anxiety? Like a child seeking a mother’s comfort…”
”No, it’s not that. I just… I want you.”
”Nn—!”
”Your breasts… they’re incredible.”
”Please, don’t worry. We’ll protect you, I swear. You don’t need to act like… like a child!”
”I don’t want to think at all.”
Cutting off her words, I pressed on, losing myself in her softness until it felt like her skin might melt under my lips. Her breaths grew sweeter, heavier, until they spilled into moans that echoed in my ears.
”No, Young Master, we can’t! Not with an Imperial Guard, not like this…!”
”Why not? It’s fine.”
”Ah, ahh…!”
Her damp, sweat-slicked skin was intoxicating. Ignoring her protests, I ran my hands over her, relishing every curve, every shiver.
”Stop, please!”
”No way.”
”…”
Trash-san tried to push me away, her touch gentle but firm, but I was too far gone to care. Something primal drove me, an urge I couldn’t shake. What a waste, I thought—to burn through life, to die without doing everything I wanted. If none of us were guaranteed to survive until tomorrow, I refused to face death with regrets.
”God… you’re so good… so good…”
I decided to pick up where we’d left off. That night, when her hesitant touch had sparked something in me, I’d wanted more—wanted her completely, no holding back. I’d held off because of status, because she was the beautiful older sister type I couldn’t have. But now, I was done restraining myself.
My hand slipped into her pants, finding her underwear already soaked.
”Young Master, no! I—I can’t stop myself if you…!”
”Let’s finish what we started.”
”But it’s too soon—”
”When’s it ever gonna be right? We might die tomorrow!”
”…!”
I shouted, my voice raw, selfish. Yeah, we could die tomorrow. Any of us.
Trash-san stared, stunned, her eyes wide. My vision blurred—maybe I was crying, but I didn’t sob. Our ragged breaths filled the hollow, loud in the silence as we locked eyes, neither of us speaking.
Her voice trembled when she finally spoke.
”But… tempting you like this, taking your chastity…”
”Who cares?”
”…You’re awake?”
”With all this noise, how could I not be? Whatever’s going on, just let the Young Master do what he wants.”
A voice cut in from behind, rough and husky. Only one other person in this hollow could sound like that.
C*mslut had already loosened her clothes, her hand moving between her thighs, rubbing herself. Her voice carried a lilt of excitement as she watched us, her gaze locked on me like a predator tracking its prey.
”C*mslut, I want this. I’ve been hiding it, but I’ve got these… urges.”
”Sorry for dodging you before. No time for shame now, huh? Honestly, with those monsters out there, we might not make it. Lucky for me you’re into this, Young Master.”
I turned to face her, our foreheads nearly colliding in the cramped space. C*mslut was tall, her frame towering even as she crouched, her physique so much more imposing than mine—like an adult to a child. But her sharp, catlike eyes gazed up at me, wide and almost innocent.
Her expression burned with embarrassment, hesitation thick in her voice as she spoke, words spilling out slowly.
”So, uh… can I… take your first? Is that okay?”
Time seemed to freeze. Her face was flushed, tense with nerves. I nodded, slow and deliberate.
Her tongue plunged into my mouth.
”Nn… ah…”
”Sorry. Truth is, ever since that first kiss, I’ve been… thinking about you. Every damn night, like a monkey.”
That’s insane.
C*mslut shrugged off her jinbei, her full breasts bouncing free with a weight that seemed to echo in the air. They sat firm atop her muscled frame, pale and impossibly round, straining with a taut elasticity. Her waist, though, was shockingly narrow, a sharp curve that begged to be touched. When my hands traced that line, she let out a delighted moan.
”Nn… nn…”
”Your body… it’s unreal. Your tongue, too.”
”You’re the one who’s… delicious.”
”Where you’re touching—it’s electric!”
We clung to each other, lips crashing, hands grazing shoulders, necks, even biting softly. Her breasts pressed against my chest, their soft weight rubbing against me, sparking pleasure with every shift.
”This is… so good.”
”Touch me more, Young Master… everywhere… nn!”
”I could lose it just like this.”
”Please, rub my stomach, my hips, that spot—there!”
I explored her skin, savoring every inch, pressing myself against her. Each touch drew another eager moan, like pleasure was seeping straight into my veins.
”I can’t wait anymore. I’m going in.”
”Ugh… it’s so slick, so good… more, Young Master, harder!”
Our bodies pressed closer, our hips meeting in a desperate rhythm.
”God… just touching you… it’s too much… ah, ahh!”
C*mslut let out a dazed, throaty moan.
We lay tangled together, bodies pressed close. As I nudged my erection against her, I felt the slick, drenched heat of her mound. The slippery glide of her folds coated me, mingling with the fluid leaking from my tip.
I urged her to spread her legs.
C*mslut’s powerful thighs flexed, one leg lifting high in a graceful arc, muscles taut as a hairpin. Her lips parted with a wet, sticky sound.
I pressed my swollen tip against her folds, guiding it lower to the small, tight opening. As I pushed forward, my hips sank in, the head of my shaft swallowed completely, as if it belonged there all along. Her walls were warm, impossibly tight, clamping around me, the slick pressure almost crushing.
”Young Master, it’s so good… ughh… deeper, please, I can’t wait…!”
”Hold on, it’s too tight—I can’t move!”
”God… you’re inside me… it’s so perfect… I want to feel more!”
C*mslut started to move, her hips rolling with practiced ease. She ground herself against me, her slick heat pressing harder, as if she couldn’t wait for me to keep up. Her force pulled me deeper, my shaft drilling through her folds, each ridge clinging and releasing, teasing me with every pulse. It was like I was being worked, molded into something meant just for her.
”It’s moving… so cute… your c**k’s twitching inside me.”
”No… I’m gonna come already!”
”Yes, yes! Do it, please!”
My shaft pulsed, a sharp jolt. I couldn’t hold back. The release came fast, weak spurts spilling into her, less a flood than a trickle.
She felt it, her voice rising in a delighted cry, thrilled that I’d finished inside her, my first time claiming her so completely.
Seeing her joy sparked something in me—a strange, mirrored happiness.
”It’s… coming out… I can feel it, your seed inside me,” she gasped, ecstatic.
”It’s unreal… you feel so good, C*mslut.”
”Really? Really? How’s this, then?”
”Stop—don’t grind like that, don’t…!”
”You’re hard again… too damn cute…”
Her joy seemed to outshine the pleasure itself.
She pressed her curved waist against me, her raised leg hooking around me, her muscular frame pinning me in place.
”Ugh… Young Master, so good… ahh…!”
”God, this is…”
”So good… it’s amazing…!”
”It feels… so wet… so perfect…”
Slap. Slap.
The sharp sound of flesh colliding echoed.
”Young Master, I’m close… move more, please…!”
”I’m… gonna come again…”
”Yes… more…!”
Our mingled fluids bound us, a sticky thread of desire. Her moans reverberated in the tight space, the wet rhythm of our bodies unrelenting. Each thrust slapped skin against skin, my shaft carving through her tight, newly claimed heat. I could feel her walls stretching, reshaping to fit me, molding into something made for this.
I lost myself in the sensation. Her untouched depths gripped me, hesitant yet eager, tightening around me as if welcoming their first intruder. She was adjusting, shy but frantic, chasing the newness of this pleasure.
”Young Master… it’s so good… this, this is too much… mating like this, it’s perfect!”
Her fresh, tight heat contrasted with her wild joy. Those catlike eyes sparkled, her tousled hair fanning out, wings of chaos. She rubbed her hardened nipples against my face, using me to stroke herself, over and over.
It thrilled her, I could tell, that I was proving myself as a man. Even through the haze of pleasure, her happiness was clear, and she pressed herself against me, determined to share that bliss.
”Hey, hold on! Let me have a turn!”
”What the hell are you saying?!”
”You think you get to hog Young Master? What about our friendship?!”
”That’s got nothing to do with this!”
”Nothing? This is serious! If you’ve satisfied him once, it’s my turn to show what I can do!”
”You’re interrupting! We’re in the middle of it! Weren’t you just telling me to stop?!”
I craned my neck to look back. Trash-san’s face was flushed, her usual grace gone, replaced by a raw, breathless excitement.
”I held back, too,” she snapped. “I didn’t want to scare my lord with improper thoughts, or taint his chastity… and now you’re flaunting this!”
She’d stripped completely, her underwear discarded. Her slender thighs glistened, slick with heat, betraying how she’d been touching herself while watching us.
”Wait, I’m… I’m at my limit, I can’t think straight—”
”I’m sorry, Young Master. Hate me later!”
Trash-san yanked me away from C*mslut, my shaft pulling free with a wet pop.
”Ow—?!” C*mslut yelped, startled.
Trash-san’s arms wrapped around me, her body lithe and firm.
”God… your body, Trash-san… so tight, so smooth… I could come just from this…”
Her tongue slipped into my mouth, teasing mine with a gentle suck.
A soft slurp, her lips pulling away, saliva lingering. Our breaths mingled, her whisper sweet and deliberate.
”Young Master… forget what just happened. Pretend a wild dog bit you. Your first… it’s with me.”
”Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!”
”We’ll take it slow, gentle. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”
”Uh, sure, just… let’s do it already.”
Her expression was elegant, almost performative, as if reclaiming her poise. Her slender fingers grasped my shaft, guiding it toward her entrance.
I was teetering on the edge.
The jolt of pulling out, the thrill of a new body—it was too much. I was ready to burst.
”Here… like this…” she murmured.
”Yeah…”
It was a tender insertion. My tip brushed her entrance, a soft kiss of flesh.
Her flushed folds parted, welcoming me.
”Don’t forget me,” C*mslut’s voice came from behind, her heavy breasts pressing against my back. Her wild, curved body clung to me, rippling with each move, a wet sound betraying her own pleasure. Two distinct scents enveloped me, primal and intoxicating.
I sank into Trash-san, slow and deliberate.
”Yes… like that… just a bit more…”
”It’s… so good…”
”There… ugh… you’re doing so well… it’s perfect…”
Her body clung to me, my head nestled against her chest, the damp heat of her skin making me harder.
Inch by inch, I pressed deeper. She stroked my hair, her touch soft, guiding.
”Mm… ahh…”
”It’s… tightening when I move. Trash-san, this feels incredible.”
”Tch… that’s… good…”
”So warm…”
”No… I can’t… handle this…!”
Trash-san clutched my head, her body shuddering. As she peaked, her core squeezed rhythmically, sending waves of pleasure through me.
”Young Master! I’m… so sorry…”
Her body trembled again and again, teeth gritted with each spasm. No matter how she tried to hold back, her hips jerked involuntarily.
”Young Master, please… just a moment. You… you’re remarkably gifted at this. But, ah—! You must consider your partner’s pace!”
”Whoa… are you coming every time I move?”
”N-no, please… stop!”
I didn’t believe her. She was stunned by the intensity of her own pleasure, struggling to maintain her composure. Her bangs clung to her sweat-damp skin, her breaths ragged, all traces of her usual dignity gone. Her striking face melted into ecstasy.
I wanted to see that expression crumble even more. Desperate, I thrust harder, sliding my hips with purpose. I’d already come once, so I could hold out longer this time.
”Young Master, stop moving your hips!”
”Sorry, can’t!”
”Ah! Ahh… I’m… I’m losing it… please, we have to stop! I can’t take more!”
I pressed my tip against her core, then pulled back to her entrance before plunging deep again.
Trash-san let out a sharp cry, trembling violently.
”I’m… too sensitive… please, stop…”
”No way… this is too good…”
”Young… Master… ahh…!”
”I’m close… I’m gonna come…”
”Ah… ohh…!”
She gripped my hands, trying to endure.
A faint, birdlike moan escaped her, high and delicate.
I fought to hold back my release. If I was going to come, I wanted it to be everything—every last drop poured into her, leaving nothing behind. I clamped down on the molten pressure building in my gut, thrusting mindlessly, chasing that moment without thought.
”That’s not fair… I want to feel good too…”
A hand snaked around me from behind. C*mslut’s arms tightened, her scent and lithe body pressing against my back, spiking my urge to release.
”Young Master… please… save me…” Trash-san gasped.
”Not fair! I wasn’t done! Give me your seed again!” C*mslut demanded.
Caught between them, I kept moving, our bodies so close we seemed to melt into one. We rocked together, a cradle of pleasure, sharing every shudder, every spark of joy.
Trash-san’s mind was slipping, her eyes glazed, surrendering to the sensation as her body quaked.
With C*mslut begging for me behind, I focused on the woman before me, determined to claim her fully.
”Young… Master…”
”Here it comes… inside you!”
”…My forgiveness… Young Master…”
A flood of white surged out, relentless, filling her. It kept coming, wave after wave, coating her inner walls, pushing deeper as if flooding her core.
I gripped her pale, firm hips, driving myself to the hilt, determined to leave no part of her untouched.
Another pulse, more seed spilling into her, filling her completely.
I came again and again, an unnatural amount, as if the fear of death had fueled me. It wouldn’t stop.
Through it all, Trash-san murmured her affection, her voice delirious, like a drugged girl lost to rapture.
”Sorry for the wait,” I said, turning.
”I waited,” C*mslut grinned, her face alight. “You good? Still got more?”
”Yeah, give me a quick break, and I’ll be fine.”
”Damn, that’s wild!”
I faced her fully, her excitement infectious.
”But, y’know… who knows what’s coming? Why don’t you, uh, put it in me just in case?”
”…?”
”If you go soft, it’d be such a waste.”
C*mslut’s face flushed with urgency as she touched herself, curling her body to show me. She spread her thighs, exposing her glistening folds.
”Look… right here.”
Her slender fingers parted her mound, revealing the slick valley within.
”You can’t wait?”
”N-no, it’s not… ugh, just… touch me.”
”Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”
I grinned, and her face broke into a wide smile. It wasn’t just about her own pleasure—she genuinely wanted this connection.
”Good… that’s good…”
The women of this world seemed to crave even the slightest touch of a man, and denying her this ultimate intimacy felt like a loss. She wanted to feel me, as much as she could, while we had the chance.
”God… this is intense.”
”Yeah, it’s wild.”
”Feels so damn good. Wanna kiss too?”
”Yeah, let’s do it.”
I thrust into her as she raised one leg again. I wasn’t close to release yet, but my half-hard state met her perfect tightness, like sinking into a hot spring. I held her close, our conversation simple, almost silly.
Man, I feel like such an idiot right now.
”I had no idea you were like this,” C*mslut said. “I’m so damn lucky.”
”You were always touching me, right? Pretending to be innocent, but I wanted this too. Think I’m too lewd?”
”Not at all.”
She hugged me tightly, trembling softly.
”This cute little guy, so damn hot… anyone calls you weird, I’ll knock ’em out!”
”Good to know.”
”You ready now?”
”Uh…”
”Go ahead, do whatever you want.”
Her eyes held a hint of concern, but I could tell she was restless, still hungry. She’d climaxed lightly but had energy to burn.
Her attempt to play it off made me chuckle.
”C’mon, Trash-san might steal you again.”
”I was just worried you were pushing Young Master too hard,” Trash-san cut in.
”You’re awake now? Stay out of it! Young Master, you gave her way more than me. It’s not fair!”
”Both of you, try to get along…”
I stepped in before their bickering escalated. After a brief pause, feeling myself harden again, I started moving slowly, still wrapped in C*mslut’s arms.
Who knew what would happen next? Thinking it might be our last night, we went on until dawn—pouring into each other, caressing, licking, tasting.
Our tongues explored, our hands roamed, and I came countless times, lost in them both.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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