"Aaaah!"
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'What the fuck am I supposed to do?!'
"Eek!"
The Stalker curled her fingers like a hook and scraped upward from below, using her index and middle fingers to dig into my pussy while slowly lifting my ass higher and higher.
I flinched at how my hips rose bit by bit without my control and tried to lower them, but it was no use.
(Where do you think you're going?)
The Stalker had been gently stroking and probing inside my pussy with her fingers, but the moment I tried to drop my hips, she grabbed my pelvis and held me in place.
With no other choice, my legs obeyed her intent, letting out moans as I lifted my ass.
In that position, I instinctively realized what I was doing.
This was the pose of a woman on all fours, offering up her ass.
(Perfect view, just like that.)
She plopped her cock right on top of my ass and groped it freely in that pose.
(Do you even know how fucking hot you are?)
"Ngh... stop it."
I never imagined I'd be forced into a position straight out of some erotic story—now as a woman, no less.
And getting told I was turning on a futanari, of all things...
(You really know how to get me going...)
Whenever I tried to lower my ass or twist away, she'd forcibly grab my hips and lock me in place.
As if telling me not to even think about escaping, just keep showing her this side of me.
Powerless, I could only hold my ass up and endure her groping hands.
(Your pose is spot on now. How about letting me into that pussy? The terms are still the same. One creampie for one hour of rest.)
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Aaah! No... I'm cumming again!"
Just when it felt like she'd finished looking her fill, her fingers plunged back into my pussy, and I came helplessly once more.
That brief thirty-second break was pure poison.
The Stalker knew that constant orgasms would overload my body and dilute the pleasure, so she gave me that short rest to keep me sharp.
My hypersensitive nerves made my vision flash and sparkle.
At the same time, a foggy haze settled in my mind, and I started seeing the Stalker as... endearing.
Her soft yet firm hands caressing my ass.
Her hook-like fingers stabbing and teasing my pussy, urging me on.
Even her throbbing cock, twitching like it was protesting why my pussy and womb were ready for impregnation but wouldn't let her in.
It all felt so natural, so lovable—and suddenly, I was the one who seemed unnatural for not giving in.
(Mmm... looks good, but no moving now.)
Desperate in that haze, I started crawling forward.
Recalling the low crawl from my army days, I inched my arms ahead.
Too dazed to even lower my raised ass, I wiggled it as I desperately crawled forward bit by bit.
I felt my massive breasts and nipples dragging against the floor, and even the Stalker's fingers paused in my pussy as if mesmerized by the sight—my mind cleared a little.
(Ah... what an ecstatic sight. Haven't seen one like this in ages.)
Soon, I felt her cool, soft breasts press against my back.
A cold hand slipped between my floor-bound tits and pinched a nipple.
Like an octopus seizing prey, the Stalker draped herself over my prone body and flattened me down.
Lick... lick...
"Hiiiii!"
Her tongue on my ear sent chills down my spine.
We were pressed so tightly together without a single gap that I felt every inch of her cool, soft body—but that made the furious heat of her cock nestled deep in my ass crack stand out even more vividly.
Strangely, the Stalker weighed nothing at all, so I could crawl away anytime.
But her posture screamed she had no intention of letting go.
Hint: Deals with monstrosities are valid
"A deal! Let's make a deal!"
(Hmmm... really? Right now?)
"Ahh... yes, right now..."
My whole body was hypersensitive.
Her cool breasts pressing into my back, her hands groping my tits with obsessive stickiness.
Her cock wedged between my ass cheeks, and my pussy throbbing like my womb—something I'd never felt as a man—was aching in heat.
This wasn't hypnosis; in my right mind, my body was so primed that I felt like I'd just give in and let her cock inside.
(Alright then. Tell me.)
Her words implied permission, but her caresses grew rougher, as if asking if a slut like me was even in a position to negotiate.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, afraid I'd turn my head by mistake, but she rubbed her cheek against mine like it was adorable.
One hand slid down from my breast and prodded the spot above my womb, as if urging me to open my pussy already.
"The promise! You haven't kept your promise!"
(That's something you don't have to keep right now, is it?)
Anal training, suck my tits while stroking my waist.
That was her promise, but she was right.
We hadn't set a deadline, so there was no rush.
But I remembered.
How she'd kept a promise she didn't even need to honor—propping up my weakened legs when I was already her captured prey, slipping a finger into my ass.
"Ahh... doesn't it bother you?! I'll set the deadline! Right now!"
Her hands froze.
The face rubbing my cheek, the cock tapping my ass—they all stopped.
"I'll take the anal training too, and give you my tits and waist!"
(Hng...)
I threw out the offer without extras, afraid she'd get pissed and just ravage me anyway.
Any more teasing, and I'd hand over my pussy willingly.
(You know that's a ridiculous demand, right? I can just wait and take everything anyway.)
"Wouldn't it be better to take me consensually than by force? Kyaaah!"
Mid-sentence, her fingers pinched my clit, drawing a girly scream from me before I knew it.
At my peak sensitivity, hitting a woman's weakest spot made my vision flash and my body tremble uncontrollably.
(There's one more condition.)
"Heok... heok..."
(Three creampies.)
"N-No... no way!"
(I'll chase pure pleasure like a human would.)
Her whisper of creampie in my ear nearly made me nod, but I desperately held back.
Disappointed, the Stalker added the extra term.
'Isn't... isn't this a good deal?'
Otherwise, I'd end up offering my pussy myself, not knowing what she'd do to me.
And that would probably lead to becoming her slave, trapped in a hell of pleasure.
If it was just sex as a pure transactional deal—not handing over my pussy per the rules...
"T-Two... two times! And no anal insertion!"
I countered with conditions.
There had to be a reason for three, so I haggled it down once, and banned insertion under the pretext of anal training—something I hadn't dared condition before in my panic.
Direct sex acts might include anal too, and while my new femininity was overwhelming, I had to cling to some shred of masculinity.
(Haa...)
The Stalker let out a long sigh.
(Most women beg or despair in a spot like this. Even strong ones bite back tears of humiliation and stay silent.)
She pressed down firmly on my ass, finally lowering it.
Then she draped over me and whispered.
Like a lover murmuring before sex, full of affection.
(But you made a deal. You knew monstrosities obsess over promises and offered the most valid terms.)
She hugged me tight, as if I were precious.
No caressing, just the embrace—but it left me astonishingly vulnerable.
(You even put my lust on the scale.)
(Yeah. Fucking a clear-headed woman beats raping a dazed one any day.)
Her cock surged, precum flooding out to soak my ass as it throbbed.
The raging shaft twitched desperately to ravage the bitch in front of it right now, slick precum dripping down without need for her lubrication.
It clashed wildly with her loving caresses on my cheek, whispering sweetly like a girlfriend—yet her cock burned with fury.
(You really drive me insane.)
I felt her swollen, cum-laden balls smear precum all over my ass.
Bluntly screaming her desire to dump everything into the bitch before her.
Unlike her melting caresses, her sticky groping vowed never to let go as she continued.
(One less creampie, but add this condition. Before I creampie you, masturbate for me.)
"T-That's..."
The words slipped out in instinctive refusal.
It hadn't even been long since becoming a woman, and now my first masturbation as one would be forced...
Squeeze.
But the Stalker hugged me tighter, as if to say no refusals.
It wasn't forceful at all, but instinct told me: refuse now, and I'd regret it.
And it'd be something far heavier.
"Y-Yes... I understand."
In that embrace, I couldn't bring myself to say no.
(Good girl.)
The Stalker stroked my head fondly, as if I were adorable for not refusing.
Her raging cock still resting atop my ass.