134 – Night on the Deserted Island with the Enemy Female Soldier (2) – Adult

A quiet night. A man and woman, strolling along the beach, their eyes met.

What does this portend?

Within the romantic air, having already acknowledged their feelings for one another, what they must do was clear.

Erich and Rachel moved on instinct.

Embracing lightly, they divested each other of their clothes, neither one leading the charge.

“Lift your leg.”

“Mm.”

“Your arm too.”

“Umm…”

Just two words.

Obedient to Erich’s command, she was bare before she knew it.

Rachel, shielding her chest and below, blushed, wiggling her toes in the sand.

“I’m, I’m embarrassed…”

They’d embraced in their underthings before, a few times, but the atmosphere was different then. Back then, it was to survive; now, it was solely for intercourse. Naked to attain pleasure. Her chest felt like it would burst.

Not to be outdone, Rachel undressed Erich as well.

Calming her trembling fingers, constantly fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, she finally managed to unfasten them and pull down his trousers. At last, removing even his undergarments, the two stood before each other as they were born.

“Will you move your hand?”

“U-um.”

Perhaps the desire to be held overcame her shame.

When Erich gently placed his hand upon hers, Rachel’s guard collapsed irrevocably.

“Erich…”

With the flimsy shield gone, what was visible was the sheen of her breasts in the white moonlight, and the bluish network of veins they cradled beneath.

At their center, a pair of hardened tips jutted out. Like ripe, plump cherries, her nipples exuded a sweet, milky scent, patiently awaiting their ravishment by a male.

The melting fragrance of her soft flesh teased his nostrils.

Her breasts had been the first to catch his eye, but there were many other points of allure.

Her smooth skin, her sleek limbs, her hollowed collarbone, holding beads of glistening sweat.

Her backside, still unseen; her armpits; the most private parts of her as a woman. Each one held a flavor that stimulated the imagination.

Frankly, he had held back long enough.

“This is all your fault.”

Erich assaulted Rachel’s lips.

Exchanging breath, their tongues entwined, they pressed close, rubbing chests and matching their body heat.

Fingers locked, the kiss deepened, and Rachel’s voice began to morph into something closer to a moan.

“Hnn, ah…”

Love, blooming in a body that had known only despair, resentment, and pain, felt warm.

Rachel, startled at first, quickly adapted, her tongue moving with a newfound eagerness as they shared the pleasure. This alone felt like a deep connection with the one she loved.

But for Erich, it wasn’t enough.

He didn’t want whimpers and drips; he wanted explosive sighs, hot cries like fireworks bursting in the night. He wanted to drag this stoic, still awkward woman into a quagmire of sticky pleasure, to thoroughly unravel her.

So, with both roughness and tenderness, he caressed her nipples, gradually widening his exploration. He suckled at her neck, his hands circling her back as he kneaded her ample buttocks, each touch hardening his own member.

“Ahnn!”

Finally, Erich’s hand found its way between Rachel’s legs.

He couldn’t see well in the darkness, but his touch told him everything.

The smooth curve of her mons, free of even the finest hair, the neat line of her cleft below, and the tightly folded bud hidden within fleshy lips.

Even with just kisses and breast caresses, Rachel’s opening was becoming slick, slowly preparing itself for entry.

“Ah, no…”

“You don’t want to?”

“I’m scared.”

“Then should I stop?”

“No… ah, st-stop…! Haaah! Ah, yes, haaah…!”

*Schlick, schlick, schlick.*

His index and middle fingers gently rubbed against her skin, tormenting her engorged clit without mercy.

When Rachel’s hand moved to stop him, he’d seize a breast with his other hand.

If she blocked that too, he’d move up her back, roughly kneading her buttocks, systematically developing every inch of her body’s pleasure zones.

Attacked from all sides, Rachel trembled as if caught in a crossfire.

A tightening in her core and a tingling in her groin, sensations utterly new to her.

She gasped out moans, a slurry of sound, drool trickling from her lips. Excited by the sight, Erich’s penis nudged her belly, probing towards her navel.

“Ah…”

So different from her own s*x.

She’d heard tales of it being grotesque, frightening, but it wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was because she’d witnessed far more horrific things.

Erich’s fingers, though, were far more terrifying.

Even though this was her first time, he seemed to know all her weaknesses, each *schlick* sending unbearable jolts of pleasure through the most sensitive spots.

Pressing firmly around my thighs, gently stroking the petals – that, I could bear. But each time his fingers grazed that peculiar little bump higher up, a jolt of pure sensation would race through me, making my back arch against my will.

“Ugh, Ah…! Ungh, haaah, wh-what, waah, Aah…!”

My sphincter clenched, my insides fluttering as a warmth bloomed in my lower belly, a primal joy erupting from the core of me.

*Pshhh! Pshhh! Pshhh!*

Reaching her first climax, the virgin’s body trembled uncontrollably, clinging desperately to the man before her.

“Ahk, huh, haht, haah, heeuh, haahk, haahk, haaah…!”

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, a blush blossoming across her face and chest. Her flesh, tasting the falling rapture for the first time, involuntarily thrust forward, as if demanding more, even latching onto Erich’s fingers.

He hadn’t even entered her.

Just rubbing and pressing, and she was like this?

And just watching Rachel panting like this, Erich’s rod throbbed as if it would burst. Pre-cum already leaked from its tip, leaving a glistening, suggestive trail on Rachel’s lower abdomen.

It was then that Rachel’s small hand slipped and gripped Erich’s…thing.

“Uh…”

Rachel flinched at the surprised sound that escaped Erich.

“…Does it hurt?”

“No, not exactly…”

To be precise, it *did* hurt.

Rachel was being so intensely arousing that all the blood in his body was pooling down there, threatening to make him explode.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I do.”

Rachel nodded, carefully lifting his manhood.

Swish, swish.

She gripped the shaft in a reverse hold, slowly moving up and down. Erich’s pulsing heat thrummed through her palm. The more she touched it, the harder it seemed to become.

Rachel’s heart hammered in her chest.

So, this was going to enter her.

Having gone this far, she couldn’t back out now.

Now that they were here, she wanted to seal the deal, solidify their connection.

“Then I… this thing. Ahh.”

“Hmm?”

“Ahhhng…”

Rachel opened her mouth, miming an action. Even to herself, it felt like a foolish way to communicate. This was a brand-new idea, and she didn’t even know what to call it.

Even so, if Erich believed in her, she was certain he’d be so pleased.

“Is it alright?”

“Uh, uh-huh.”

Erich, caught off guard, gave his consent.

Now that she had permission, all that remained was to satisfy him. Rachel swallowed hard and laid Erich down on the sand. Then, she lowered her face to his groin.

That acrid, yet addictive scent of maleness.

She brought her tongue to the pulsing flesh, slowly tracing its length.

Lick.

“Khhk!”

Yes.

What Rachel attempted was nothing other than fellatio.

She’d seen it in a hand-to-hand combat manual. The male member was a highly sensitive area, it said. The slightest wrong touch could cause great pain, so if ever captured, attack this area and escape quickly.

She would use that knowledge in reverse.

Caress Erich’s vulnerable point. With that alone, Rachel could convey her thoughts to Erich. Look. I love you this much. I’m willing to do even this for you.

At the same time, Erich could feel trust in her as he received Rachel’s ministrations.

To entrust his vital spot to a female soldier from the enemy nation couldn’t be easy.

“Hnh, shloop, hngh, haah, hng, hngh, hnh, hngh, huueuum…”

Rachel rocked her head, as if soothing the phallus.

The shaft throbbed against the moist membrane of her cheeks, and the glans, touching her soft palate, secreted beads of watery pre-cum.

She breathed out a strange, nasal sound, savoring the unique scent and taste of the male member.

“Shloop, sshlup… haa, the taste is strange, sspeh, hngh, ooph, ooph, cough, ker-cough, uuooph…”

Truthfully, Rachel’s technique was far from skillful.

Rather than a careful sucking, it was closer to rolling a piece of candy around in her mouth, and caressing his testicles was limited to moistening the wrinkled skin with her saliva.

More than anything, her teeth would occasionally scrape, causing a sensation akin to being whittled.

Nevertheless, for Erich, who had been celibate for so long, such minor issues were irrelevant.

This situation was simply too exhilarating.

An enemy female soldier was sucking his cock.

“Rachel, ugh…!”

Just as the sensation of impending release surged.

“…Pwah!”

Rachel yanked her head back, hastily wiping the drool from her mouth.

“No, not yet…don’t come just yet…”

Erich rose slightly. Rachel spread her legs with her hands, arching her back. She demanded with a coy voice.

“Hngh, hngh, the first time, here…”

Even in the dim twilight, one could see the smooth cleft.

A lovely, hairless bud, oozing honey sweetly just for Erich in that place.

Its puckered form seemed to long only for its mate to enter.

Her fingers had already warmed it sufficiently, and she’d been pleasuring herself with Erich’s member pressed against her, so Rachel’s vulva was unbelievably loose for a virgin.

“Erich, hurry…”

“…Haa.”

Erich sighed and lowered his torso.

As if repaying Rachel’s clumsy but ardent efforts, he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

He tapped his shaft against her groin before aligning the head with her glistening, loosened cleft.

*Thwack.*

His penis slid in, tearing Rachel’s hymen.

“aaah…!”

The alien intrusion burrowing into her crotch made her body gasp for breath.

Had he gone all the way in? Just as she thought this,

*Squish.*

A thick, hot pillar began to earnestly churn inside her belly.

“Agh, ugh, it’s te-earing…! Hngh…!”

Her insides were expanding. Her groin was being pierced by his rock-hard member.

“Are you okay?”

“Hngh, it’s, it’s too big…”

Erich paused his advance and continued to kiss her, teasing her stiff nipples to distract her senses. Gradually, the tense muscles of her v*gina began to relax. Rachel’s body was slowly accepting Erich’s member.

How much time had passed?

Once the pain of defloration subsided, only a gentle pleasure remained.

“I’ll move again.”

“Hngh, ugh, ungh…”

As if responding to Erich’s voice, Rachel’s lower abdomen clenched tightly.

Slowly, they began their rhythmic dance, their bodies melding together.

“Ugh, huuuh, hht, ugh-ugh, huuuh….”

Gently at first.

“Uhaaht…! Aht! Aht, aht, unng… Haaahng! Haaahng…!”

As she began to feel wanting, the intensity increased.

Too soft, and she would ache for more; too strong, and it would hurt. Thus, Erich remained focused on Rachel’s face and body, searching for the rhythm and places where she could feel the most.

Erich’s member stirred within Rachel’s depths.

“Kht, aht, haht, haahng…! aaahng…!”

The deeper the thrusts, the louder her moans grew. Along with them, her body slowly edged away.

Her voice threatened to echo across the whole island.

Rachel’s mind floated.

Something was coming.

A wave of pleasure, similar to the climax she’d felt before, but far more intense, was about to wash over her. That frightened her. Rachel gripped Erich’s neck with both arms.

She was falling. Down, down, endlessly plummeting.

“Aht, aaaht…! Aht!?”

But just before she fell, Erich abruptly pulled away. With a *shluck*, his shaft was gone, leaving Rachel’s opening seeming to gape in disappointment.

“Hah, hah, why….”

Just a little more.

No, if he’d just thrust one more time, she could have reached it.

“Why, why did you stop….”

“Rachel.”

“Huh?”

Rachel’s gaze drifted downward. Erich’s manhood was swollen, on the verge of release. Though it was their first time, Rachel knew that he had barely managed to brake.

Erich’s eyes asked her a question.

If they went further in this state, a baby might really be conceived. Was she alright with that?

Even though they had decided to become husband and wife, they hadn’t yet celebrated their vows, and the war wasn’t over. Besides, they didn’t know when rescue would arrive. If things went wrong, she might have to give birth on this deserted island.

Bearing all those risks, could she become a mother?

“Y-yes, I am.”

Rachel had no choice.

If she didn’t carry this man’s child, she would end up killing someone she loved again.

And, with this man, she felt that somehow, things would be alright.

“Huuu.”

Rachel, her decision made, turned and waded into the sea. She lowered her head against the foaming waves, lifting her hips high.

Her woman’s opening slick with desire, her shameful behind, revealed without reservation, she stared straight ahead, saying nothing.

Erich took this as unspoken consent. He entered the water and grasped her buttocks. Then, he plunged his hard, throbbing penis into her wet passage.

“aaang…!”

Thrusting all the way in at once, the tip of his glans touched her cervix. Her loving moan banished even the thought of restraint.

Erich pounded into her with fierce strokes. Rachel, as if no longer in pain, tightened and squeezed her inner walls, constricting Erich’s member. The entire length of her v*ginal folds, warm and soft, entwined around him, urging him towards release.

Her pearly buttocks and snow-white back, her breasts swelling like water-filled balloons, bounced, creating a lascivious froth.

At some point, Erich let go.

Even without his prompting, Rachel was rocking her hips.

“Ah, unh, haah, aang…! Good, Erich, good…! aaat…!”

At the sound of her voice, as fine as grains of sand on the white beach, his seed surged. Erich slapped Rachel’s bottom. Her buttocks twitched, contracting sharply, and her inner walls squeezed even tighter.

“Rachel, I’m coming.”

“C-c’m, haht…! C-c-come…! Quick, it… ! Inside, ah, ah, hueuk, keuk, huhng…!”

“Kheu-euk.”

“…Ang.”

Glug, glug.

The sensation of squeezing out liquid honey filled her depths. He could feel his seed spurting from the tip of his glans, touching her cervix.

“Wait, aht, th-th-that…! S-strange, haet, hot…”

The seed, long saved, was being sown. Rachel’s body jerked as if in spasm, sucking in Erich’s milky fluid.

“Haa, haa…”

“Heok, heok.”

Erich carefully withdrew. Even at the last moment, Rachel’s v*ginal folds clung to him, unwilling to let go. The semen she couldn’t hold dripped, drop by drop, from her gaping opening. The fallen seed was swept away by the waves.

It was over.

With this, he had crossed a point of no return. Now he was a prisoner of this woman, destined to be with her for life. But he did not regret it.

“Rachel… is that enough now?”

“No…”

“No?”

“Once… is not enough…”

Rachel had no intention of stopping with just this.

Impregnation.

She would continue to receive Erich’s seed until she was certain her body held new life.

It was a blind obsession.

An obsession to have a new family, a true bloodline of her own.

Truthfully, there were plenty of opportunities ahead. Today was just the beginning, so it wouldn’t do to overexert herself. Erich also had to return and continue his night watch. Rachel, too, needed to conserve her strength for tomorrow.

But addicted as she was to this drug-like pleasure, it was already too late.

“More… More…”

Turning around, Rachel took Erich’s cock into her mouth again. This time, deeper, almost to her throat. She lifted her hips high, ensuring none of the received seed would spill, and worshiped the phallus that had given her such pleasure.

“Ugh, hup, hmmm…”

The now slick and sticky member, covered in v*ginal fluids and semen, tasted revolting. Fishy and salty.

But that didn’t mean she would stop.

More, she wanted more.

Her desire wasn’t subsiding; it was about to explode.

By the second fellatio, Rachel was getting the hang of it. She understood how to move her tongue without her teeth making contact. She was also naturally learning how to gauge Erich’s reactions. Her jaw felt like it would dislocate. Saliva dribbled down her chin with each stroke.

It didn’t matter.

If Erich commanded her to serve him like this, she would. If he spanked her ass, she would welcome it with joy. If he told her to drink his semen, she would drink it without hesitation. It might catch in her throat and leave a pasty taste, but it came from her man’s body, after all.

“Where…where did you learn to do this?”

“Hup, hup, huh?”

“You just thought of it?”

Rachel was that devoted, that aggressive.

More accurately, she was desperate.

Consumed by the compulsion to become pregnant, she was trying to squeeze every last drop out of Erich.

“Slurp, gulp, haah…”

Rachel wiped the cleaned shaft with a swipe and grinned.

“Erich, more, more…”

Her expression, as if something were broken within her, and her melting voice stimulated the man’s desire once more.

Erich and Rachel tangled and rubbed their bodies together with a ferocity that threatened to evaporate the seawater. They demanded each other, spewing out their lust, never separating for even a moment.

Twice, three times, four times.

Squeezed out into Rachel’s belly without a single drop spared.

As the moon waned towards the west, they exchanged saliva and spilled forth seed. Reaching climax after climax. In this way, a couple new to the act of love could discover their most stable position.

It was, in fact, the woman-on-top.

“Ah, th-this…! It, it touches…! Right there…! Y-yes, hng, aah……!”

It required only a slight adaptation of the dragon-riding posture. Spread your legs, tense the inner thighs, and then squeeze the glutes. With this, Erich could easily ejaculate inside Rachel, like a whipped cream machine.

Rachel, swallowing his penis down to the root, sweeping Erich’s pillar with her entire vulva.

The downside was that the more violently she rocked her hips, the more semen leaked out. But that was alright.

He could just squeeze out more.

Beyond slick, now completely addicted to s*x, Rachel’s female orifice, all traces of the pain of defloration and maiden blood washed away, had long molded itself perfectly to Erich’s form.

Yes, long ago.

Lost in the frenzy of hip-shaking, they hadn’t noticed the dawn breaking.

“…Again, going. Hng.”

Her voice was hoarse, even moans were difficult now.

They’d remained in the same position for at least three or four hours straight. Erich and Rachel had fallen asleep and woken repeatedly. If one passed out, the other would shake their hips to rouse them.

Erich felt like his pillar was about to be torn off.

Rachel’s crotch felt like it was being ripped apart.

“Ah, hng, ugh, eugh.”

“Hoo, hoo.”

It was time to stop.

“Rachel, the sun’s up.”

“Y-yes, Erich, hmm, yes…….”

“Rachel? Rachel!”

“Ah, hng….”

“The sun is up. Move quickly, quickly!”

“A-already…? Already?”

What ‘already’, you wretch.

This wasn’t even pillow talk anymore. What couple, both first-timers, spends hours, even stays up all night, doing it?

“Get up. Now.”

“I, I don’t have any strength in my legs…….”

“I’ll carry you. First, let’s get dressed.”

“Hey, Erich. What about this?”

Rachel blushed, gesturing towards her lower region. From her honey pot, months’ worth of semen trickled out, easily surpassing the quantity needed to impregnate four women.

“No helping it. We’ll take care of it while hunting later.”

In the end, she had no choice but to wear her panties, securing them to prevent further leakage.

“Lift your legs.”

“Mmh.”

“Arms too.”

“Uh, ungh.”

Erich finished dressing Rachel. He quickly erased the traces of their encounter, then hastily threw on his own clothes before hoisting Rachel onto his back.

Damn, even after all this, we’ll likely be caught.

*

Erich’s premonition wasn’t wrong. A female soldier had been observing their tryst almost from the very beginning.

“Hah…hah…”

It was none other than Tiria.

The two of them had finally gone and done it. In a tender atmosphere, their eyes had locked in an instant, and before she could intervene, they were shedding clothes and panting like beasts.

Of course, she understands why Rachel is so desperate. She is a Valkyrie, after all. When she returns to the unit, she’ll have to continue hunting mages.

She might end up killing Erich with her own hands.

If it comes to that, Rachel will be utterly broken.

But isn’t there the means of pregnancy? The Holy Empire’s military law mandates the immediate discharge of any female soldier who becomes pregnant during wartime, all to preserve the future population. Rachel must be aware of this.

“I should head back…”

She understands, but she doesn’t want to watch them together. It would certainly be intrusive.

It was then, as Tiria staggered to her feet…

“aaahhh!”

A cry of ecstasy echoed, threatening to drown out the sea.

“I-Is she insane? That’s way too loud…!”

Her heart pounded in her chest.

Gulping, Tiria pulled out Erich’s canteen and quenched her thirst.

“Aah, hng, aheuugh…”

Tiria was a woman, too. Despite holding the sacred position of a Saintess, she was intensely curious about the male form. She couldn’t deny that her brain had been turned lewd from reading all sorts of scandalous novels in her girlhood.

Just a little.

Wouldn’t it be alright to watch just a little?

Tiria had, after all, resolved to eventually be with Erich. Whether the knowledge gleaned from books would prove useful then remained to be seen. Besides, everything she’d read thus far was fiction, wasn’t it? There was no telling how much of it was fabrication.

A picture is worth a thousand words, as they say. Perhaps observing real-life s*x wouldn’t be so bad.

Yes, purely for educational purposes, of course.

With that thought, Tiria cautiously peeked her head around the corner.

And then…

“Hup…!”

The sight of Erich’s manhood, so brazenly displayed, stole her breath.

Large.

Intimidatingly so.

A world apart from what she’d read about in texts.

Truth be told, she had seen it before, but it was…un-aroused then. The fact that it could attain such dimensions in its fullest state of erection left Tiria speechless.

So, that thing… entered a woman’s insides?

“W-wow…”

Could that be right? Wouldn’t it tear?

What followed was even more shocking.

Rachel lovingly took Erich’s member into her mouth, sucking and caressing.

“That is…”

Tiria wasn’t as shocked as a virgin should be. She had encountered the scene in books countless times. Oral s*x, or fellatio, as it was sometimes called.

It wasn’t just a fantasy. It was an act that could actually be performed.

“Rachel, be careful not to let your teeth touch… And instead of just your mouth, if you cup his balls he’ll enjoy it more. Isn’t that right? Oh, uh, are you taking it that deep?”

Lost in her observation, Tiria muttered to herself as she watched their intimate display. Despite everything, the thought of joining in never crossed her mind. Her head was in such a state of explosion that she couldn’t think of anything to say.

Soon, Erich, ready for insertion, thrust into Rachel from behind.

“Such a vulgar position…!”

In the Holy Order, the missionary position was the only proper one. Doggy style was not. It was something animals did. The stricter orders still forbade intercourse in that manner.

But Tiria, having studied not only romantic fiction but also the medical texts, knew otherwise.

That position was ideal for conception.

Due to the internal structure, deep penetration was possible, and space was created for the semen to collect after ejaculation. It was truly a position optimized for childbearing.

“…Haa.”

Without realizing it, Tiria unconsciously crossed her legs.

It’s dangerous. Even just watching makes her loins throb.

“The worst… it’s the worst…”

Could she truly be a Saint, being like this?

Wrestling with the sinful thrill, Tiria’s right hand delved deeper into her panties.

“Haa, ugh…!”

She prodded and pressed at the flesh around her groin, stimulating it. That alone made her body writhe like a freshly caught fish.

She still couldn’t bring herself to touch the most important part.

There was the matter of doctrine, and also, it frightened her.

Even without direct stimulation, Tiria’s crotch was melting, slick with moisture.

“Here, if it’s here…”

The thought that touching there, since it wasn’t her sacred parts, might be alright, had long taken root. Tiria’s hand moved to her breasts. She rubbed her fingers over her clothes, searching for the peaks, and then, pinched and teased them. A jolt of pleasure, like lightning, coursed through her. Tiria’s legs crossed and uncrossed, again and again.

“Huu, ngh, eugh…!”

Tiria projected herself onto Rachel, in that very place. She repeatedly imagined those rough hands fondling her breasts, that thick manhood thrusting into her crotch, teaching her the pleasure of a woman.

“Erich, Erich…!”

She brought Erich’s canteen to her lips and licked it. She could taste him. Imagining it was his member, she ground her hips against it. Her remaining hand continued to knead her breasts.

Each time she pressed the hardened tips with her fingernails, a shiver shot through her head and her throat went parched. Her hips bucked, slowly soaking the sand beneath her.

“Ugh, huu, hgh…”

A small tremor, but she’d come, slightly.

It was weak.

This level of release offered only a moment’s satisfaction, no real solution.

If she could touch the inside, the fissure itself, if she were stirred by a man’s rod, what would that feel like? It surely would be better than doing it alone.

No, it needn’t even go that far.

Should she just touch her clitoris, then? Insert her fingers into her opening and sacrifice her virginity for a fleeting moment of pleasure?

No.

She’d promised her maidenhood to the one she loved.

This was the limit of solace Tiria could allow herself.

“Erich, you… you are dead now…”

Bad man. He would pay for this, someday.

But for now, she had to stop and get up.

So lost in self-gratification, she hadn’t noticed that morning had arrived, and Erich, having finished his business, was carrying Rachel on his back, coming towards the rocks behind which Tiria was hidden.

“Ah, uh, ee, s-something like this…!”

Drenched in pleasure, Tiria hastily capped her gurgling waterskin and scurried away from the scene.

But long tails get caught, eventually.

“…What is this.”

Erich, having finally reached the spot where Tiria had been, examined the now-musty ground and narrowed his eyes.