"Oh, what should I do? Like this, using only my hands...?" Klea asked Shimo, clearly having difficulty getting into position.
"Hm... that's fine too, but if you lie on your stomach with your hands on the ground beneath me, you can use your mouth. This height is high enough for Klea to lie down."
When Shimo asked Klea to measure her height below, she compared the height of Shimo's lower abdomen to the ground, then nodded understandingly.
"Yes, indeed... at this level..." Shimo said to Klea, who seemed to grasp the point, his voice slightly concerned.
"Um... in the end, it's all about positioning. Because of this particular position, I'll move as if I'm about to stab Klea in the throat... don't strain yourself, it's okay to use your hands today. Maintaining your human form is fine too." He was genuinely worried about what would happen to Clea today if he used his usual forceful behavior on her.
Even though Shimo was thinking about it, Clea shook her head and told him,
"N-nothing... because... I trust Master Shimo. And... I want to try it at least once."
"Uh..." "What a shame. After everything that happened, she should still be feeling afraid, but instead she's being forced to crawl under a horse and be subjected to bestiality and oral sex." Thinking about this, Shimo worried that Clea was forcing herself.
But Clea, stroking Kokk, was thinking about something else.
The erotic pleasure she felt from the three men who had tried to rape her today—in other words—was like a sharp blade trying to pierce her.
The unpleasant feeling experienced by men indifferent to her suffering, lusting only for her body.
At the thought of the similar erotic gazes of the men who had looked at her before, Clea was overcome with a wave of disgust and fear.
Then... after Shimo saved her, when she gratefully wiped his body... the familiar male scent tickled her nostrils several times, and with a slightly agitated heart, Clea compared Shimo's eroticism to their own.
But the feeling she experienced from Shimo's Ether, although undeniably fiery Ether, filled with lust and pleasure... was not a blade, but rather a warm sensation, as if gently enveloping her.
Noting this difference, Clea looked at Shimo again, her gaze a mixture of joy and emotion.
He wasn't just a man lusting after her body, but genuinely desiring her masculinity... Realizing this, despite their brief relationship, the image of Shimo, whom Clea had considered almost a gangster, had already changed.
This man... was now seriously striving to conquer her masculinity... Sensing Shimo's desire and smelling the strong masculine scent of his erect penis, Clea unconsciously blurted out that she would help him cope with his sexual desire.
Then, with a slight, timid interest and a subtle thrill at Shimo's offer, she agreed.
"Then... I'll come in." Shimo thanked Clea, then spread his legs to adjust his position and allow her to lean toward him.
And so Clea willingly crawled under Shimo, adopting a doggy-like position, facing the Rooster standing before her.
"Ah..." As the strong scent of the rooster hit her nostrils, Clea inhaled deeply, her body trembling.
"Such a strong smell... I tried so hard to ignore it... but when I deliberately inhaled it... it felt like my head was about to fly off..." For Clea, whose eyesight was impaired but whose other senses were well-developed, the masculine, animalistic scent emanating from Shimo's penis was the strongest she had ever encountered in her life.
But at that moment, this scent, wafting to Clea, where her feminine instincts were awakened... began to feel like a seductive aroma.
"How can this be... a living person, no, a divine being, possessing such a scent... his scent alone inexplicably brings me joy..." While Clea was intoxicated by the rooster's aroma, Shimo spoke to her in a slightly worried voice.
"Clea? Shall we begin?" "Try licking my dick first, and then, when you get used to it, take it in your mouth. After that, I'll do it myself."
Hearing this, Claya trembled with anticipation and arousal, slowly moving her lips toward his cock.
"Chirping..." Claya gently pressed her lips to Cooper's urethra, where his fluid was oozing, and began sucking, savoring the taste.
Before, whenever a cock entered her mouth, Claya always prayed for it to end quickly and tried her best to ignore its presence.
So she tried her best not to remember the taste of Cooper's fluids and the horse cum spreading in her mouth.
But as her hostility toward Shimo subsided, her interest in Kok grew, and Claya began to slowly and carefully savor the thick liquid entering her mouth.
"Mmm... how could it be... so thick... and slippery... and that smell filling my mouth and nose... strange... strong, yet fragrant... a strange feeling..." Clay swallowed Cooper's fluid, then stuck out her tongue to lick Cock.
"Ah... chup... chulu... mmm..." She continued to enjoy Cooper's flowing fluid, licking his cock with ecstatic fervor.
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After soaking in all the liquid Cooper had spilled, she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of the cock.
"Mmm... uh...! Yeah..." Clea, not yet accustomed to the size of the cock, slowly took it into her mouth, experiencing a slight pain.
Feeling the soft, warm embrace of Clea's lips and confirming that her cock was swallowed, Shimo shuddered slightly and gestured towards her.
"Here it goes, Clea." Noticing Clea's slight nod, Shimo thrust his hips forward sharply, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.
"Yeah...! Mm...! Yeah...!" As the cock gradually entered her throat, Clea's breathing became labored, and she involuntarily let out painful moans.
But... Clea was vaguely aware that, in addition to the pain, a strange pleasure was emanating from her lower abdomen.
Like the burning sensation she'd recently experienced during masturbation.
Driven by this pleasure, she gradually released her feminine fluid, soaking her panties and stockings.
"Oof! Oof! Oof!" As the cock entered all the way to the base, Clea's eyes filled with tears, and her body trembled.
Feeling the warm, pressing sensation from the cock, Shimo quickly transitioned from a tense position to a slow rocking of his hips.
"Oof! Cough! Oof!" As Shimo began to gyrate his hips, the thick cock began to rub against her throat. Clea was overcome by a strange sensation of intertwined pain and pleasure, and her mind became confused.
It was obvious that it was painful, unpleasant, and she wanted to escape this torment, but for some reason she had a strange feeling that she hoped this pain... would never end.
The feminine desire slumbering deep within Claya's heart opened her eyes and gradually burst forth.
"Cough! Ha! Oof! Pfft, oof♡" What exactly was that feeling?
The fluid leaking from Cooper's throbbing cock smeared across her mouth and esophagus, and the enormous cock mercilessly plunged into her throat, as if trying to kill her.
But why... did this pain bring such pleasure?
Claya, her inner femininity awakening, was enveloped in a suffocating pain, and her perception of the Cock began to change.
"So painful... so uncomfortable... yet strangely comfortable... amazing... this cock... simply amazing..." Shimo's cock began to emanate a slightly different sensation.
Her throat, previously tense, as if repelling the cock, now trembled and clenched, as if giving it pleasure.
Unlike Lisbeth's tight, constricting throat, Clea's applied pressure, as if gently enveloping and caressing.
In this unprecedented sensation, Shimo's penis happily transmitted pleasure to his brain.
The male, swaying his hips, instinctively realized that one of the female's layers of defense had collapsed. With this realization, her previously restrained movements became increasingly aggressive.
"Oof! Ha! Pfft! Cough!" With each increasingly powerful thrust, tears streamed down Clea's unfocused gaze.
But her expression no longer reflected pain; instead, it revealed a subtle, almost agonizing pleasure, mingled with a hint of ecstasy.
Unable to see this expression, Shimo, feeling a throbbing pain in his testicles, spoke to Clea.
"Oof! Clea! I'm going to cum!" Hearing Shimo's words, Clea recalled the horse semen that had earlier filled her throat and mouth.
Despite her attempts to resist and forget, the thick, strong-tasting liquid was forever imprinted in her memory.
Remembering the taste and texture, Clea involuntarily shuddered, and after ejaculating, she grabbed her throat, swallowing the cock.
"Cough! Ugh! Pfft!?" With that pinch, a large quantity of horse semen gushed from Shimo's penis, spraying out of Clea's mouth and nose.
Her esophagus, not yet accustomed to the large quantity of horse semen, narrowed at the entrance to her stomach due to this sudden intrusion, trying to reject it.
But the horse semen, unstoppable, gushed into the narrow passage, penetrating it, rubbing against the cock, erupting upward, and spreading across Clea's mouth as if after a rape. "Cough...! Pfft...! Phew...!" The cum spurting from Clea's mouth and nose, as if obstructing her breathing, gradually subsided after a while.
Shimo, trembling from the aftertaste of ejaculation, slowly pulled his cock from Clea's mouth.
"Cough! Whoosh! Cough! Gurgle!" The moment the cock was withdrawn, Clea coughed violently, swallowing oxygen along with the horse's cum through her cum-filled nasal and oral cavities.
"Cough...! Gurgle! Ha-ha... Ha-ha..." Claire, barely catching her breath, slowly savored the remnants of the horse's cum in her mouth in a semi-conscious state.
"Haa... Glitch... Hmm... That smell... Glitch..."
"Ah... that taste... slightly fishy... mixed with some complex aroma... plus that smell... it's like a concentrated version of Mr. Shimo's cock aura, ten times stronger... It's amazing..." Claire, delightedly letting the horse's cum roll around her mouth, quickly swallowed it whole, her whole body trembling.
"Dude... amazing..." Swallowing the thick horse cum, Claire was overcome with a wave of pleasure, and she lost consciousness.