(Get up.)
"Ah?!"
The Stalker lifted my prone body as if it weighed no more than a feather.
It was so sudden, without any warning, that I yelped in surprise. I instinctively resisted without thinking,
but such resistance had no effect whatsoever. It guided my body naturally,
and before I knew it, I was standing on my own two feet.
(Resisting won't do you any good. You promised to give me your body as a condition of our deal, remember?)
"Right. I did make that promise... Should I do it right now?"
(You can barely stand like this. Come here.)
My legs, drained of strength from the repeated climaxes, trembled uncontrollably, yet I tried to play it cool and act tough.
I knew the being before me wanted to possess me in every way possible,
so if I let my guard down even a little, I'd submit completely. To protect myself, I desperately put on a brave front.
But the Stalker ignored my bravado entirely and drew me into its embrace.
"Wh-what the hell is..."
That same overwhelming strength I'd felt when it lifted me pulled me in and hugged me tight.
"...Stop! Let me go!"
But my masculinity refused to yield to that monstrous power. Within the cold, soft embrace, it gave me the strength to resist.
I kept pushing away, but the Stalker acted as if my feeble struggles meant nothing.
It ignored my hands trying to shove it off, forcibly pulled me close, leaned me against it, and pressed its massive cock firmly against my stomach, grinding slowly.
At that sensation, I instinctively opened my squeezed-shut eyes and looked down.
(There. See? My cock reaches all the way here.)
"H-huh...?!"
The enormous glans.
The sticky precum from before was still beading at the tip,
and that glans stretched past my navel... even higher than my womb, which now ached faintly from the relentless teasing.
Without realizing it, the strength drained from my arms, and I obediently melted into the Stalker's embrace, following its lead.
My masculinity had already declared defeat against the even greater presence before me and fled,
while the femininity dormant in this body surged forth to replace it, making my womb throb.
'Calm... calm down. This is just a blood flow reaction.'
I'd seen on YouTube that when a man gets extremely aroused, blood rushes to his cock, causing low blood pressure and that twitching, heaving sensation.
For women, extreme arousal causes blood to pool inside the vagina and around the womb, creating a similar pulsing feeling in time with the heartbeat.
The sensation of the womb clenching was just an illusion from the sudden blood surge. The womb has almost no tactile nerves,
so this wasn't me going into heat with a throbbing womb—it was just a natural physiological response to extreme arousal...
Smack
"Ah... wha... what?"
I was desperately redirecting my thoughts to calm myself down when
suddenly, a cold, soft sensation touched my forehead, followed by a smacking sound as it pulled away.
"Just now... uh... wh-what???"
My mind blanked out for a moment.
But the Stalker continued imprinting that sensation on me, as if to say it was real.
-Smack, smack, smack
The first kiss had frozen my brain, leading to denial.
It was an unimaginable act,
but after the second, third, and fourth, denial was impossible.
The Stalker was kissing my forehead lovingly, like a lover.
(Why are you so flustered?)
The Stalker asked innocently, as if it truly didn't understand why I was panicking.
"Th-that... uh... no..."
(I really don't get why you're so flustered.)
Smack
After the fifth and final kiss, my head felt feverish.
'Something's wrong. This isn't right...'
I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
My reason and instincts screamed that something was off, but I didn't know why.
My body ignored both, leaning into it naturally as if to ask why I was freaking out.
'I don't like this... it's too weird...'
I didn't even know what I didn't like or what was weird.
I kept denying and rejecting it, but feeling the Stalker's arms around my back, holding me preciously, made me lean in more—or rather, I had no choice but to.
"Let... me... go..."
(What was that?)
"..."
I wanted to demand it firmly, but what came out was soft and polite,
barely louder than a whisper. Even I couldn't make out what I'd said.
'Just... a little... longer...'
Just stay like this a bit more.
It'd been scary until moments ago, but I could lean on this sturdy presence for a second.
This place felt safe.
As I rationalized it to myself inwardly, it hit me.
'This pose right now... it's how lovers embrace!'
My head was such a mess that I hadn't even registered our position.
My still-pulsing womb, the cock so hot it felt like it'd burn me if I touched it,
the cold, soft, completely naked body of the Stalker pressed against me.
'This wasn't the vibe just a minute ago!'
Moments before, we'd been predator and prey—the predator trying to subdue its victim.
The prey had resisted fiercely, writhing and begging until it barely escaped, leaving the predator smacking its lips in regret.
But now, it was something entirely different.
Holding a trembling, exhausted lover in its arms, serving as a temporary support,
gazing lovingly at the adorable girlfriend struggling in its embrace and kissing her forehead... that kind of thing.
The atmosphere had shifted so subtly, so quickly, it was hard to notice.
From a chilling, sticky, goosebump-inducing crisis
to a warm, soft, mushy lovers' mood.
"Ugh..."
(Is this your first time with something like this? So cute.)
I never imagined I'd end up in a situation like a drama heroine,
and not knowing how to act naturally, I squirmed in the Stalker's arms until its voice made chills run down my spine and snapped me back to reality.
'What the hell am I doing right now?'
Slam!
I shoved the Stalker away.
With that monstrous strength from before, it wouldn't have budged,
but now it yielded gently, as if indulging my tantrum.
'Snap out of it, snap out of it, snap out of it!'
It didn't matter if it was femininity, masculinity, or any instinct—none of that mattered.
What stood before me wasn't human.
It was a being that wanted to violate me with that massive cock and enslave me forever.
It acted human, could converse, and emotions came through clearly, but it transcended the human frame.
That gaze still looking at me fondly reeked of an apex predator,
'Please, please snap out of it. You'll get taken otherwise! Think rationally!'
I finally understood why people fall for strong men or strong women.
Just being near something that radiated overwhelming power was thrilling—especially when it acted like it only had eyes for you, moving for your sake.
The thought of 'Such an amazing being is doing this for me' naturally filled my head, boosting my self-esteem and sense of superiority just by being the focus of its actions,
and I'd been dazed, failing to grasp the situation properly.
(Looks like you've rested enough.)
"...!"
At those words, I slammed my eyes shut, tearing my gaze away from the Stalker's cock.
In my panic to regain my senses, I hadn't even thought to look away—instead fixating on its cock turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
I'd been so intoxicated by the lover-like atmosphere that I'd forgotten not to look at its face.
(Now, time to make the deal.)
"Ugh..."
Splash, splash
The sound of the Stalker's bare feet padding irregularly across the ground rang directly in my ears.
I hadn't noticed with my eyes open, but closing them heightened everything.
My heart still pounding uncontrollably,
my lower belly burning where the hot cock had pressed and pulled away,
liquid—pre cum or my own juices?—trickling down my thighs,
the semen coating my ass had dried into a stiff crust, but where the new liquid touched, it softened again into stickiness.
(The dried cum bothering you?)
"Hik...!"
Overwhelmed by too much sensation and extreme arousal in every sense, I was too slow to notice the Stalker approaching.
It gently stroked my lower body with its hand.
Unlike before, it didn't knead my ass—it felt like touching a precious... lover.
'Crazy! Lover my ass! I'm just prey! Snap out of it!'
I shook my head to straighten my thoughts.
I really might lose myself otherwise.
"Wh-what's this?"
What snapped me from the brink of madness was the Stalker's hand.
Not in a lewd way. The spot it touched felt refreshingly clean, like after a shower.
The sticky fluids,
the crisp, thin crust of semen,
even the clamminess from cold sweat,
all the uncomfortable sensations plaguing me vanished.
(Just a minor ability.)
"Ugh..."
Its hand, which had swept my lower body in an instant, slipped between my legs, brushing my anus and pussy once.
Then, as if amused, it tapped my pussy lightly, savoring my moan before vanishing contentedly.
(Well then, now that you're all prepped.)
I sensed the Stalker rising smoothly.
(No more distractions, so we can focus purely on the deal.)
"Y-yes... sucking my breasts and anal development... first, right?"
(Exactly.)
"Got it."
At the confirmation, I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Soon it'd mercilessly suck my breasts and shove fingers into my ass,
"...?"
(...Sigh)
But no such sensation came.
Instead, I felt a reproachful gaze, as if questioning what I was doing, and a cold breath from a pitying sigh.
"Wh-why... what's wrong?"
The instinct that I'd disappointed the powerful being who'd respected and cared for me until now overrode my reason for a moment.
My frozen mind couldn't comprehend why, and I stammered idiotically like a fool.
(Give yourself to me. Mutual consent.)
"...Ah!"
Those two words made it click,
but honestly, I still didn't get it.
"Giving myself... is that not right...?"
Only after speaking did I realize my mistake.
I'd just squeezed my eyes shut and said okay,
but never actually offered my body with words or actions.
Mutual consent. Equal discussion, agreement of opinions.
The Stalker had respected me, but I hadn't respected it.
"S-sorry..."
I'd braced for it to force itself on me,
but instead, seeing my state, it'd deemed me unfit to start right away, let me rest, and even cleaned me up.
I'd received respect but hadn't reciprocated, so it could void the deal without argument.
If the deal fell through because of me, I'd suffer the same or worse than before...
And I'd even included satisfying its lust in the terms... but I hadn't aroused it at all, so it'd be one-sided if it canceled.
It hadn't gained much from the current situation anyway.
(Your shyness is intriguing... and appealing. I wanted to pounce and make you cry right then.)
...Its lust seemed satisfied, though.
(But you know what you did wrong, right?)
"Eek..."
The Stalker whispered reproachfully into my ear.
I'd ruined the most important timing, the perfect moment.
From its perspective, it had every right to be angry, so I couldn't say a word.
(So, soothe my anger.)
'How the hell?!'
Panic flooded my mind.
But reason gripped me—no time for panic—and instinct surged: I didn't want to disappoint the being before me.
With reason and instinct aligned, my brain spun faster than ever in my life.
'What do I do? How?'
I racked my brain frantically,
until the answer came.
"Please... devour me deliciously."
With those words, I shifted the swimsuit top aside, exposing my nipples.