Eat The World Tree

I had done it.

-Thump, thump.

But why… was I relieved?

A disheveled Maronnie looked up at me with frightened eyes.

“…Hic.”

Her cute hiccup made my body react. Blood rushed uncomfortably to my lower body.

‘This isn’t right.’

My body didn’t listen to me. Touching the National Tree would bring me nothing but trouble.

-Drip.

The thick scent of a female rattled my head.

-Gulp.

I was thirsty.

I wanted to quench this burning thirst right now.

Seeing the trembling woman’s eyes, a sense of rising depravity filled me. How could I express this?

“Haa… Haa.”

Our breaths mingled with myriad emotions.

Maronnie’s slightly swollen chest rose and fell irregularly. I stared intently at it.

When I swallowed, she squinted her eyes.

The body of a woman symbolizing a nation. Soft, well-maintained skin without an ounce of fat. A faint fragrance like a white cloud wafted over.

Fluffy yet pure, an inexperienced body that seemed even more obscene, as if it would be tainted as led.

She whimpered and spoke desperately.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll just… lie in the corner….”

Her voice seemed ready to burst if touched.

She could have easily driven me away with magic, but she didn’t think to use it.

Honestly, neither did I.

If I think about it well enough, there are dozens of ways to escape this situation. But my body didn’t cooperate.

“…If this just ends like this, I won’t say anything.”

The warm lamp light glistened in her tearful eyes.

Those teardrops rolled down like jewels and fell below.

-Plop.

As the tear soaked the ground, my saliva dropped too.

“……Huh?”

The reason that had snapped disappeared.

At the same time, as I heard Maronnie’s moist voice, I buried my face in her neck.

“…Hic!”

Maronnie swallowed a dry breath.

Her scent filled my nose. The smell of a woman who hadn’t yet become a female.

Wanting to grip and make it mine. That intoxicating feeling makes one restless.

I became anxious.

My trembling fingers couldn’t stay still, and my breath grew rough like a dog seeing a treat.

The despair on Maronnie’s face deepened as she looked at me.

I wanted to dye that pure white cloth with my color.

The tear at the corner of her tightly shut eyes looked like a transparent jewel. A noble yet delicate figure symbolizing a nation.

Maronnie covered her face with both arms.

“…Stop… please.”

I slowly lifted my face from her neck.

Through her pale, fine arms, her frightened eyes looked at me.

“I know it’s hard for you… but I’m scared.”

Her pale face quivered.

I barely opened my trembling lips.

“Can you use magic?”

“……Huh?”

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“Just try… to knock me out.”

It seemed the only way out.

Maronnie began to gather mana in her trembling hands, sniffling.

-Nod.

-Sss.

Mana gathered in her hands, creating waves. I waited silently for it to hit my head.

“…I’m sorry.”

With a trembling voice, she said that to me.

At the same time, Maronnie’s hand reached towards my forehead.

Flick.

The attack hit directly.

-Bang!

Blue mana scattered around.

My vision spun. My head snapped back, and my reason almost flew away but stopped.

Did it succeed? As that thought followed, I clicked my tongue, feeling my mind hazy inside.

My body, filled with heat and lust, didn’t lose consciousness.

-Thump, thump.

Instinct.

Maronnie, who was about to crawl out from between my legs, cautiously looked at my face.

It seemed like she was confirming if I had really fainted.

-Make her yours.

It felt like a stranger’s voice.

Was I now hearing tinnitus just to violate one woman? What a bastard.

I couldn’t think straight.

Like a broken machine, I knelt down blankly and leaned forward as if to collapse.

Maronnie supported my body.

“…Hic.”

With tear-soaked hands, Maronnie hugged me tightly, wrapping her arms around my back.

Was she feeling thankful? The mana in her hands seemed like some sort of healing magic.

I flinched. Startled, Maronnie tried to push me away.

As my instincts regained control, my body moved to assault her.

“…Ah, ah… hic!”

-Thud.

“Why, why? Why? I definitely knocked you out.”

I pressed down on her, shoving my upper body between Maronnie’s thighs.

As my rough hand reached inside Maronnie’s top, she gasped in shock.

“Hik!”

But her body was too stiff to scream.

Maronnie’s eyes widened in horror.

My hand, caressing her soft lower belly, slowly moved upward.

Lifting her top caught on her collarbone. Her slightly swollen chest exposed, revealing her pale pink nipples over her bra.

I lifted Maronnie up like a doll.

Held without resistance like a stuffed toy, Maronnie bit her lips and trembled like a wet puppy.

There was no more time to hesitate. I unfastened my pants.

As I freed my painfully hard member, it rested against the moist panties between Maronnie’s buttocks.

As I loosened my grip on her waist, it nestled completely against her.

“…No.”

“Why?”

“I’m scared.”

With my reason blurry, I didn’t even know why I was saying this.

I just spoke as my body moved.

As I gently moved my hips, my member twitched.

Maronnie’s body shook up and down like going over a speed bump whenever my cock moved.

“Scared? Lonnie.”

Nod, nod, nod, nod.

Maronnie nodded as if firmly believing that if she spoke well, she could get out of this situation.

“So why did you do it? I told you not to come close.”

I spoke with a bit of resentment, containing my consciousness.

If there had been enough distance, I could have endured. It would have just ended with me suffering alone.

“…I’m sorry. I really just wanted you to be okay… But you’re still frowning now.”

Maronnie spoke with regret.

I then continued in a daze.

“It’s too late.”

With those words, my reason completely flew away.

I stripped off Maronnie’s wet underwear and skirt while she lay on the floor. Her body stiffened, unable to do anything but quietly accept my touch.

When she was fully undressed, she looked more like a rabbit than a cat.

A cute rabbit that couldn’t even scream.

Maronnie trembled in fear of an unknown experience.

I placed my now much harder part against Maronnie’s unmoistened vulva.

“Hic…”

Maronnie gasped for breath.

Since there was no foreplay, she wasn’t wet.

Normally, I would have taken the time to make her feel it, but I had neither the time nor the emotions for that now.

Her tightly closed, hairless, virgin vagina.

-Creak.

I slowly pushed my hips forward.

-Zzzzt.

Maronnie’s tiny toes curled up tightly in response.

“Ugh, uuugh! Ahhhh… ah…!”

The sensation of her opening and tearing. Maronnie couldn’t hold back and started crying.

“It hurts! It huuurts…!”

Unable to scream freely out of fear, Maronnie started crying like a frightened mouse.

Barely halfway in, it was unbearably tight.

“Waaa…”

Tears fell from her eyes.

Only then did I feel like I had been struck, gaining a slight sense of clarity.

A fleeting moment of control over my body. But soon, my body moved again, driven by lust.

I reached out and infused a faint magic into Maronnie.

A unique magic that enhanced a woman’s sensitivity and brought her to climax.

As my hand touched Maronnie’s neck, her tear-streaked face contorted slightly.

“Hic, hic… hic.”

Despite the minimal effect, I resumed moving my hips.

Mechanically, slowly.

“Hicc, hic.”

Even with only half of it inside, Maronnie struggled to accept me.

My body seemed intent on marking this woman. Pressing as close to her as possible, I moved my hips.

Without fully inserting, my cock moved back and forth at the entrance.

After about a hundred repetitions, Maronnie’s vaginal entrance started to get wet.

“It hurts… hic, ugh, uh….”

Maronnie’s expression gradually changed from one of pain to something else.

My body was slowly finding the spots that made her feel it.

I pulled her into a tight embrace.

Maronnie’s chin rested on my shoulder. When I licked her earlobe, a faint breath escaped her lips.

Leaning against the wall of the cave, Maronnie weakly clung to my chest, trembling at the sound of the water below her.

-Drip.

Warm fluid soaked my lower abdomen.

“…Ah, ah. Ah…”

Trembling with a mixture of fear and unknown pleasure, Maronnie clung to my shoulder with weakened arms, finally letting out a moan as her erogenous zones were repeatedly stimulated.

“Hic.”

Thick and filthy. Without even looking at each other’s faces, we held each other tightly, as if her bones would break.

Maronnie no longer said anything.

“Ah… ah. Ah… ah…”

In this state, the intercourse was so sticky that even the word ‘sticky’ seemed insufficient.

It was rough but soft, devoid of mutual consideration, yet intensely focused on deriving pleasure.

As her erect nipples brushed against my clothes, a painful, dizzying breath escaped her lips.

-Zzzzt.

Just when she seemed to feel the pleasure.

My body thrust deeply inside her.

“…Ah, ah!”

The trembling end of her vaginal canal welcomed me as if knocking on the door.

Now. She was mine.

As I thrusted until even the base of my cock was buried, Maronnie gasped in shock, swallowing her breath continuously.

“……Ah! Ah… ah…. Ah…”

All she could do was pant and gasp.

Maronnie, seeming to finally grasp the situation, muttered with a face twisted in pain and pleasure.

“I hate it…. I hate you.”

As soon as those words left her lips, I moved my hips roughly.

“Kyah! Ah, ah…! I hate it. Ah! I hate it…. Ah! Ah!”

Half-screaming, Maronnie struggled to escape my grasp, but the more she tried to get away, the tighter I held her.

Holding her so tightly it felt like we would be crushed together, Maronnie’s mouth opened, drooling inside.

Her fluids, faintly mixed with blood, became increasingly slick.

Maronnie’s vagina clamped down on me as if trying to squeeze out my seed.

Excited further, I thrusted harder.

Maronnie’s breath grew faint.

-Thud!

My body collapsed onto the floor from the forceful thrusting.

Even so, I didn’t stop, thrusting upwards from below. Maronnie, her whole body weakened, cried out with a tear-streaked face.

-Splurt!

With the rush of ejaculation, I buried myself deep inside her and released.

“Ah… ha, haah, hah…. Ah. Ah…”

As I gently rubbed my hips, Maronnie’s mouth let out a moan.

Regaining a bit of reason, I released my hold on her.

Seeing the deep red marks on her body, I realized how tightly I had held her.

Maronnie’s blue eyes lost their purity, wavering. Her tongue, dried from too much breath, reached out like a puppy, licking.

Drool dripped onto my body. I stroked Maronnie’s head.

Maronnie, dazed and unthinking, accepted my touch.

Seeing my expression return, tears welled up in her eyes.

“…It’s over…? No more pain…?”

Her tone seemed increasingly childish.

Maronnie clung to me, crying, unable to rise from my body.

The problem was my body was still eager.

The brief return of reason quickly vanished again.

As my breathing changed, Maronnie stopped crying abruptly.

Her relief visibly disappeared.

“It’s not over…. Ugh, hic!”

As I thrust my cock in again, Maronnie’s body shook in pain.

This time, I lifted her and made her kneel like a dog.

Her soft, plump buttocks pressed against my groin and squished.

Still twenty-three hours of leisure left.

Slowly, Maronnie began to raise her voice.

“Ah… uh, uhh, uh!”

Feeling her gradually succumbing to the sensuality.