Chapter 358: A Sick Jealousy (R-18)
"...What did you say, Evelyn?" I ask Evelyn, who's lying on the floor while I'm straddling her, positioned between her lovely legs.
"T-That's not fair... y-your lust is over the top to be doing so many things at once," she says, panting as I thrust my strap-on deep inside her. Despite her words, Evelyn's tail wags happily, making a dragging sound against the floor.
"Oh, really? But I've barely gotten any satisfaction myself. It's your fault you took so many hours to cum from just your tits," I say, glancing at the large puddle of milk near the wall that we'd moved away from.
After some time, Evelyn's milk had run out, but with the right encouragement, I managed to make her produce more—completely unforced, obviously. After all, if she accepted, it meant she consented first.
"You know... your tits could almost compete with mine. You must really like them, don't you?" I say, touching her belly, feeling the volume of the toy deep inside her.
"...N-Not really. I like girls with big boobs, but I don't like having big boobs myself. It's kind of weird, plus when I look down, they take up too much of my field of vision..." she murmurs, moaning.
I lean forward, grabbing both her breasts while moving my hips excruciatingly slowly, leaving her craving a pleasure that will never let her cum.
"E-Esther, sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head..." she says, her hands clasped together above her.
"What do you mean?"
"I-I don't know... you just... don't strike me as someone who enjoys this..."
"Hahaha, that's funny coming from you, because I'm loving this. I'm just not very expressive." I'm not one for showing many different facial expressions—Evelyn is far more expressive.
"Besides, seeing you so vulnerable makes me want to devour you." I press her breasts firmly, watching the milk trickle out. At first, this kind of squeeze didn't make milk flow, but we've been at this game so long that now any slightly firm press makes it leak.
"...You know, this is really strange..." Evelyn clearly doesn't enjoy this game involving her milk much, but strangely, I love it. The smell of milk is oddly comforting.
It calms me down and slightly reduces the urge to taste Evelyn's blood—that persistently unpleasant craving I take medicine to inhibit a little.
"Don't worry too much about it, Evelyn. But if you want a more painful experience, I can provide that for you."
"...Why would I want to suffer?"
"Because you're a masochistic pig, and because it makes me happy?" She knows full well about my sadism—after all, we've had many BDSM sessions that escalated into more extreme things.
"..." She falls silent.
"I studied the female body extensively with Saluvia. I can guarantee you'll like what I have in mind."
"...D-Do whatever you want. It's not like I have a choice."
"If you don't want to, I won't do it. But since you do, it's great for both of us." I slowly pull the toy out of her vagina. She watches as the vibrator changes shape.
"I-Is that still the same toy?" she asks, a bit nervous.
"Yes, it's the same toy as always. I paid a lot for this thing, and I loaded it with so many functions you haven't even seen 2% of them. One of them is shape-shifting—though they're preset forms, not whatever I want." The strap-on becomes an extremely thin tube with a sphere-shaped tip.
"A-And... what's that for?" she asks as I fit the sphere against her pussy and start pushing it inside.
"I asked Saluvia how far the limits of safe BDSM go, since I don't want to hurt you beyond the pleasurable level." She gives a silly smile when I say I don't want to hurt her.
"U-Urgh!?" Her expression quickly turns into a light, confused grimace of discomfort.
"W-What did you do?"
"..." I stay quiet, because if I give her the answer, Evelyn will notice my jealousy. But soon her eyes go wide—she's probably figured it out on her own.
"Y-You wretched woman! Seriously? Y-You're jealous even of that? W-What the hell!!"
"Look, you're all mine! You know how unpleasant it is that a child had a personal 'room' inside you? I'm just taking back what was mine. That's right, okay! I pushed this sphere into your uterus."
"And I'm going to stimulate it! It's safe... up to a point, but you can handle it. I researched enough to give you a unique pleasure while reclaiming what's always been mine!"
"My uterus isn't 'yours,' and your jealousy is simply sick!" she complains angrily about it. I knew she'd get mad.
"Just wait, Evelyn! You're going to like it..."
"..." Evelyn glares at me, angry about this, but I ignore it, moving my hips to push the cylinder deeper. Since it's quite thin, it went in relatively easily and without complications.
'Her uterine opening is still quite dilated from the pregnancy...'
"I don't want another child," Evelyn says, confusing me and pulling me out of my thoughts about her delicious body.
"Don't worry so much about that kind of thing, you jealous woman. Just avoid doing this sort of thing again. This is already invasive—it's not BDSM, it's just you not accepting losing to a baby, which is honestly pathetic." I get irritated at her saying I lost.
"Ghhhmmm!!" She whimpers, moaning as the shaft expands just one centimeter, but that's already enough to force her cervix to stretch.
"I didn't lose!! I never lose anything!!"
"I-It's only because you have a blessing that's always made you win!! M-Most things weren't just your own merit," she taunts me with a malicious smile, and that really stings.
"Of course it was my merit! I planned, I worked hard to get stronger, I—"
"You let your blessing choose the best path. That alone is enough for it not to be just your merit. The only one here who achieved everything through pure merit and effort was me." When she says that, I bite my lips until they bleed.
"Please, Evelyn, stop arguing... during sex was one of the few times we never fought. It was only when that girl was born that even now, in this moment of fun, we end up fighting!"
"Ngghhh..." She pants, moaning as the shaft grows another centimeter, her uterus still sensitive from the recent birth.
"You must be quite sensitive, huh? Some women would feel pain, others pleasure. You're one of the ones who feels pleasure—great for the occasion." The sphere inside expands nearly four times in size, adding weight to the shaft and making it impossible to remove for now.
This makes Evelyn squirm, feeling the sphere inside. I expand the sphere a little more so it brushes against Evelyn's walls gently.
"Hiiiiiik!!" Evelyn lets out a tearful little squeak as the shaft and sphere start vibrating, shaking her entire uterus and making her writhe. I hold her in place, watching her belly tremble at the uterus position from the outside.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" I say to her as she drools and pants like crazy, unable to form words. I keep this toy deep inside her, marking that place as mine again.
"I should have done this much sooner—showing who that space belongs to." Evelyn hugs me, scratching my back, which tears my clothes and makes me bleed, but I let her do it.
Evelyn has several mini-orgasms in sequence, cumming on my thighs while her tail lashes back and forth uncontrollably.
"Hmmm." I bite her breast, sucking the milk she produces since I don't need to thrust with my hips anymore—just stay still and let the vibration do its work.
I lick her breast, sucking and drinking her delicious milk. It's smooth and full-bodied with a sweet, calming flavor. The smell is also quite appealing.
My belly pressed against Evelyn's belly feels the vibrations while keeping Evelyn from arching forward as she loses herself in her orgasms.
I swallow the milk, savoring the taste on my tongue. I feel so much rage knowing that little parasite drinks my wife's milk every day. My jealousy explodes, and the urge to make her disappear battles with reason.
"..." I kiss Evelyn, who moans against my lips. I caress the wings on her back—they're rigid, but the skin is smooth and pleasant to touch.
"E-Esther..." Evelyn moans my name as I intensify the vibrations, making her lose her mind. She blushes, moaning like she used to. This calms me down—as long as she's lost in pleasure, she can't complain.
"I love you, Evelyn, and I know my jealousy is unpleasant. So please, just avoid arguing with me when I get jealous." I say "please"—I almost never say please for anything. But for Evelyn, as proof that it's not intentional, I ask this.
I know full well how sick it is to feel jealous of a baby inhabiting my wife's uterus. I also know it's disgusting and childish. But mixed with the jealousy comes this possessive instinct—that she's my beloved, my food, my complete possession.
"S-Sorry... I'm sorry for provoking you," she apologizes, swaying her hips to rub the shaft against herself and the sphere inside her.
"...I'm sorry too. I messed up badly... thank you for always accepting my mistakes, even if in a somewhat mean way with your provocations." I apologize. I know full well how ridiculous all of this seems, but I'm glad she loves me so much.