Slurrp… slurrp…
Wet, sucking sounds echoed through the cave's bedroom, as Pudding bobbed her head with desperate, sloppy hunger, her small mouth stretched painfully wide around the thick base of Zechs' cock.
Thick strands of saliva mixed with leftover cum dripped from her chin. Her eyes looked glassy, half-lidded with frustrated need, while her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. Beneath the head, her tongue moved frantically, swirling and pressing as though she were trying to milk every drop from him.
Slurrp… gluck…
As she sucked desperately, as though her life depended on it, she suddenly felt a hand pat her head in approval.
"Pudding-chan… you've really become good at giving blowjobs," he remarked with mild amusement. "It seems the past two weeks haven't been for nothing…"
"Zechs-sama… you're awake…?" she asked, pausing as she pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him while continuing to stroke it with both hands.
"How could I stay asleep while my maid is giving me so much pleasure?" Zechs chuckled. He slid his fingers into her scalp, sending a faint tingling sensation through her, before he grasped a fistful of her brown hair, guiding her head back toward his cock.
She offered no resistance and obediently returned to her task. As she bobbed her head again, she gasped around his length, her voice muffled.
"Goshujin-sama… please… I-I can't… hnn… take it anymore… please let me—"
Slurpp…
Her plea cut off as he slowly guided her head downward until his entire length filled her mouth. Her lips pressed against his hips as her throat stretched painfully around him. Her face flushed deep red from the strain of taking more than twelve inches at once, tears welling in her eyes as her body struggled to endure it.
He held her there for a moment before finally pulling her back. When she came off him, she barely paused to breathe before he asked teasingly, "Pudding-chan wants to come… huh?"
She gasped as the pressure vanished, drawing in a shaky breath before nodding in desperation. "Y-yeshh… I want to… Y-You said I've become… hhhahh… good at giving blowjobs… haaah… s-so please… please reward me with release… hhaah… j-just let me come this once…"
Looking down at her as she begged desperately, Zechs pushed her head down again. Once more, she offered no resistance and swallowed his entire length back into her throat, only gazing up at him with pleading eyes that threatened to roll back from the pressure and pleasure.
The sight made him chuckle softly. "Fufu… Pudding-chan… you've become such a slut, always craving release."
She didn't argue. She simply kept looking up at him, breath trembling, her gaze filled with quiet, aching pleas.
Her desperation had a clear cause. For the past two weeks, he had been edging her relentlessly, every morning, every afternoon, and every night. Multiple times a day, he would vibrate his tail inside her panties or plug it to the buttplug inside her asshole and stimulate it, pushing her towards orgasm, while she serviced him in return with her hands and mouth.
Meanwhile, he himself had climaxed countless times, making her swallow his cum every time for beautification so that the scars and wounds on her body would disappear. He never once allowed her to experience the same pleasure.
Whenever he played with her, he would drive her right to the brink, until her thighs trembled and her mind went blank, only to stop the moment her body began to tighten. Each time he left her frustrated, desperate, gasping, and pleading for the pleasure he continued to deny her.
If it happened once or twice, a person might endure it. But this had been going on for two full weeks, pushing her further and further to the edge until she felt as though she might go crazy.
More than once, Pudding had thought about touching herself, about sneaking a moment to masturbate and force the release he kept denying her. But he had forbidden her from touching herself like that. No matter how desperate she became, she was not allowed to bring herself to orgasm. If she dared to cum without his permission, there would be punishment. Just remembering the punishment he had promised made her shudder, and she had never dared to disobey.
But the constant restraint left her unbearably aroused all the time.
The relentless denial reduced her to a trembling, aching mess, her body perpetually tense, her mind clouded with frustrated desire.
The constant denial had reduced her to a trembling, aching mess. Her pussy stayed slick and throbbing with unspent desire, while her asshole repeatedly clenched around the butt plug he kept lodged there as part of her ongoing anal training.
By this point, she no longer cared about anything, neither the shame nor the discomfort of constantly wearing a butt plug, its size steadily increasing over the days as part of her anal training. None of that mattered anymore. All she wanted was release. If he would just let her come, he could do whatever he pleased with her body; that was all she could think about, all she hoped for, all she begged for as he pulled her head away from his cock again, leaving her gasping.
Zechs watched her playfully before flicking his tail. It slipped into her panties, and moments later, the heart-shaped tip pressed against her pussy and began vibrating in sharp, cruel pulses, pushing her straight to the brink.
Buzz… buzzzzzz~
Her hips jerked helplessly at once, her toes curling tight as unbearable pressure coiled low in her belly. Her walls fluttered, her clit throbbing in time with the relentless vibrations.
"Ahhnn… haaah… Goshujin-sama… my pussy… haannn… it feels good… it feels so good… so damn good… p-please… don't stop… nngh~!"
Maintaining the vibrations, Zechs pushed her head down again. "Head back on the cock…"
"Umm…" She didn't dare argue. Instead, she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth, licking and sucking desperately, afraid that if she hesitated even for a moment, he would stop the vibrations.
Slurrp… gluck… slurrp…
She worked her head along his cock while he teased her pussy with his tail.
Within seconds, her entire body began to tremble violently. Sweat glistened across her flushed skin, and her eyes rolled back as the pressure built higher and higher, the long-denied climax hovering just a heartbeat away.
Pudding was certain that this time she would finally reach it, the peak that had eluded her again and again. For a fleeting moment, she felt sure of it.
Then she saw Zechs' lips curl into a sly grin.
Her heart lurched in sudden fear. "N-no!"
Just as the climax threatened to tear through her, the vibrations stopped abruptly.
"Wooo…"
Pudding let out a broken, frustrated sob around his cock. Her hips twitched helplessly as the peak slipped away from her once again, leaving her core aching and empty while tears spilled down her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Zechs groaned low, his hips bucking once as his own release struck.
"Cu—cumming…"
Spurt… spurt… splurt!
Thick, hot bursts filled her mouth without warning, the sheer volume making her cheeks bulge instantly. She swallowed frantically, her throat working in heavy gulps to keep up, though some still leaked from the corners of her lips in creamy trails, dripping down onto her heaving breasts.
Gulp… gulp…
Only after the last weak spurt did he finally pull free, his cock glistening with her spit and his own cum. Pudding coughed softly, gasping for air, her body still trembling on the ruined edge of orgasm, thighs pressed together desperately as if that could ease the throbbing frustration between them.
Zechs exhaled in satisfaction and gave her head a brief pat before rising from the bed. "You did well, Pudding-chan…"
"Zechs-sama… p-please… make me—" she wailed desperately.
"Fufu… be patient. You'll get to experience it very soon," he replied with a soft chuckle.
Then he got up from the bed and turned toward the door, completely ignoring the way she trembled and whimpered behind him as he walked out.
…
Zechs stepped outside the cave, the cool morning air brushing against his bare skin as dew clung lightly to the ground. He stopped in front of a thick tree trunk, exhaled slowly, and relieved himself against the bark.
Haaah…
The steady stream splashed against the roots below as he let out a long breath. While he stood there, exhaling a long breath, his thoughts drifted back over the past two weeks.
Over the past two weeks, he had recovered considerably.
Much of that progress came from the heavy nutrition he had been taking in the form of meat, as well as the vitality he had been draining from Pudding. Together, those things had accelerated his recovery. He still wouldn't claim to be fully healed or back at his peak, but he estimated himself to be sixty, perhaps even seventy percent restored.
His bones no longer felt like shattered glass. He could walk without wincing, stretch without gasping, and if he wished, he could even swing a sword again. Compared to two weeks ago, when he could barely move his hands or feet and had to rely entirely on his wings and tail.
It was a tremendous improvement, and it brought him a great deal of relief. Yet alongside that relief lingered a quiet thread of tension and anxiety.
Nearly an entire month had passed since he and Pudding were separated from Linlin and the rest of his pirate crew. A full month.
If things had not turned out this way, if they had never been separated, he would have been married to Linlin by now, likely spending their honeymoon somewhere on a warm beach with her at his side. Instead, he remained stranded on this island, waiting for his body to recover completely.
"I don't even know what Linlin is doing right now… or how the rest of my crew is…"
He couldn't help worrying about their safety. After all, they had been pursued by Admiral Kong. All he could do was hope that Linlin was safe, and that she had managed to keep the rest of the crew safe as well.
There was another concern lingering in the back of his mind: the possibility that Linlin might believe he was already dead… and had begun to forget him, perhaps even growing close to other men.
'Nah… that's unlikely,' he told himself, shaking his head. At least he hoped that was the case.
"Sigh… let's not think about it for now," he murmured, exhaling slowly.
As the stream tapered off, he gave himself a quick shake before pulling up his pants. He wiped his hands on the dew-covered leaves nearby, then stretched his arms overhead, rolling his shoulders until the joints popped softly.
That was when he felt it—a presence.
A pair of large, glowing green eyes watched him from the underbrush.
Zechs turned his head slowly. A sleek black panther crouched there, muscles coiled and ears pinned flat. The beast was enormous, larger even than a mammoth.
"Something wrong?" Zechs asked calmly.
The panther shrank back a step, its tail twitching nervously.
Zechs smirked and raised his hand, palm open. "Paw."
The panther hesitated for only a second before lifting one massive paw and placing it obediently against his palm, like a well-trained dog.
Zechs chuckled under his breath. "Good. Now roll."
The panther dropped to the ground and rolled once, its pale belly flashing briefly before it sprang back onto its feet.
"Jump."
It leapt neatly over a fallen log.
"Next is… sit..."
The great cat obeyed each command without hesitation. It was the same routine they repeated every morning since Zechs had tamed the animal using Domination and set it as the cave's guard to keep other creatures from wandering too close.
After a few more tricks, Zechs gave the sleek head one final scratch behind the ears.
"Alright, now go back."
The panther padded over to its usual place near the cave entrance and lay down, appearing almost asleep.
Ignoring his lazy feline guard, Zechs walked past it and headed back inside.
Pudding was already waiting inside, kneeling neatly beside the pile of clean clothes she had prepared. She helped him dress in silence, her fingers quick and practiced, though her lips were pressed into a thin, irritated line.
After helping him dress, she set a stone plate of salted grilled meat, mushrooms, and berries in front of him. "Your breakfast is ready," she said.
Zechs sat down on the flat rock they used as a table. Meanwhile, she lowered herself to her knees between his legs.
As Zechs picked up the first piece of meat and began eating, Pudding tugged his pants down, freed his half-hard cock, and wrapped her lips around the head without hesitation, starting her own breakfast.
Slurrp… mmmph…
She sucked with the same desperate hunger she showed every morning.
Zechs ate calmly, one hand resting on her head, occasionally guiding her rhythm with pressure.
Pudding's eyes watered, but she didn't slow down. She bobbed faster, slurping wetly, humming around his length as if the taste alone could ease the burning need between her own thighs.
Gluck… slurp… gluck…
Before long, his cock was pulsing hard in her mouth, "Get ready, Pudding-chan. It's coming…"
She nodded immediately and prepared herself to take it.
Spurt… spurt… splurt!
Thick ropes flooded her mouth again. She swallowed quickly, her throat working in heavy gulps as a few creamy drops slipped from the corners of her lips and trailed down her chin.
Gulp… gulp…
But a single release was clearly not enough. She continued sucking him, coaxing one climax after another from him with her mouth while he calmly finished the rest of his breakfast.
After several rounds of swallowing his cum, she finally slowed. By the time he finished his breakfast, she carefully cleaned him with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, making sure not a single drop remained. Only then did she sit back on her heels, her lips slick and her breathing uneven.
Zechs stood once he was done eating. She tucked him away and smoothed his clothes before he casually patted her cheek.
"See you in the afternoon," he said simply as he headed toward the cave entrance.
Pudding watched him leave, her teeth pressing into her lower lip. Her thighs squeezed together as the tension in her body tightened, her denied desire making her clench helplessly.
"I can't take it anymore…" she murmured to herself, watching his back disappear from sight. Then a sudden resolve hardened in her eyes.
"Tonight… that's it… tonight…"
Tonight, she would make him let her come. She had waited long enough. She couldn't endure this frustration for another day.
…
After leaving the cave, Zechs walked toward the lakeshore, where a half-finished ship rested near the bank. He had been building it himself since he needed a vessel to sail away from the island.
It wasn't that he couldn't simply fly away. The real problem was that he had no idea where to go. He didn't know where the nearest inhabited island was, how far away it might be, or even if there was one within reach.
If he were alone, he might have risked flying out over the ocean and searching on his own. But with Pudding traveling with him, things were different. He would have to carry her the entire way, and without knowing the distance or direction, that was far too dangerous. If he grew tired in midair, there would be nowhere to rest. Over the open sea, food and water would also become a serious problem.
A ship, however, solved most of those issues. They could rest, ration supplies, and continue sailing until they eventually reached inhabited land or found a way to reach inhabited land.
That was why he was building one.
"It's just that I don't know if this ship will actually sail properly or not…" he muttered, scratching his head.
Although he had been sailing for the past five years and possessed a decent understanding of ships, Zechs was no shipwright. His knowledge was mostly theoretical, far from enough to confidently build a vessel capable of properly sailing the waters of the New World.
Pudding wasn't much help either. She knew almost nothing about shipbuilding.
Still, there was no other way off the island. This was the only option available to them.
Shaking his head, Zechs returned to work.
There was no metal he could use for reinforcement, but wood was plentiful. Vines, fiber ropes, and tree resin were also easy to gather, and he used them all in the construction. The result wouldn't be anything remarkable, nor did it need to be. It only had to carry him and Pudding far enough to reach an inhabited island.
Once there, he could simply 'borrow' a proper ship.
With that goal in mind, he kept working as the sound of hammering or wood cutting or something else began to echo on the shore.
Lost in the task, he barely noticed as the morning sun climbed steadily from the horizon to its place high overhead, signaling that it was already time for lunch.
"Zechs-sama…"
Pudding's voice pulled him out of focus. She stood at the edge of the clearing, the black panther dragging a small, crudely made wooden cart loaded with food behind her.
"Is it already afternoon?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Yes… " It's already time for lunch," she answered, stepping closer. She rose on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips, lingering in his taste for a while, before pulling away with a small smile. Then she gestured to the cart. "I brought everything."
"Well… then let's have lunch," he said, setting down the hammer and blade. After washing his hands in the lake, he sat on a nearby log, picked up a thick piece of grilled meat, and began eating.
Pudding nodded. Instead of joining him at the food, however, she knelt between his spread legs as she always did. Without a word, she tugged his pants open and freed his cock.
Even though he was sweaty from hours of work, she showed no sign of being put off. She inhaled the musky scent deeply, her cheeks flushing obsessively. "Ah… Zechs-sama's scent… it always makes me feel so horny…" she murmured before leaning closer again.
Slurrp… mmmph…
Zechs continued eating calmly, occasionally exhaling a quiet sigh while chewing his meat.
Pudding moved with increasing urgency, her small sounds muffled as she focused entirely on pleasing him.
Before long, his body tensed, signaling that he was close. A moment later, he released, and she hurried to swallow, her throat working as she tried to take everything without wasting a drop, though a few stray drops slipped past and trailed down her chin.
Gulp… gulp…
But as always, even after the final weak spurt faded, she didn't pull away. She continued stimulating him until he hardened again, ready for another round.
Just like in the morning, she swallowed several more releases before finally cleaning him carefully and tucking him back into his pants once he finished his lunch.
Licking her lips clean, she slowly stood up, her legs weak and unsteady. After all, she hadn't been the only one stimulating him. While she worked on his cock, Zechs had teased her pussy and her asshole relentlessly with his tail, pressing and vibrating against her holes until she was right on the edge of climax.
And, just as always, he stopped before letting her finish.
The frustration lingered inside her, sharp and throbbing, but she said nothing. She had already made up her mind for tonight.
Instead, she stood and prepared to leave. Before stepping away, however, she leaned in slightly, her voice soft but carrying a subtle new tone, "Zechs-sama… tonight, I'm going to prepare something special for dinner."
"Something special? I wonder what that is," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Hehe… " It's a surprise," she replied, planting a quick kiss on his chest. Then she turned and walked away, her hips swaying as she went, the panther pulling the empty cart behind her. "Please look forward to it."
"Yeah… I'm looking forward to it," he called after her with a smile, picking up his tools again.
Time passed quickly as he worked on the ship.
The sun slowly dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold, before Zechs finally set his tools down. He stretched his arms, wiped the sweat from his face, and began heading back toward the cave.
…
The cave entrance was dim, but Zechs, who could see clearly even in the dark, had no trouble making out his surroundings as he stepped inside and called out, "I'm back."
Not seeing her in the dining area of the cave, he called again, "Pudding-chan…?"
Her voice drifted from the bedroom. "Here, Zechs-sama… I've already prepared dinner. Please come into the bedroom… You can eat it here."
Since her voice came from the bedroom, Zechs had a feeling he already knew what this "dinner" was.
He set the things he was carrying down on the stone table. Then, with growing anticipation and a slightly quickening heartbeat, he walked toward the bedroom and paused at the sight that greeted him in the soft firefly light.
There, on the bed, Pudding lay completely naked in a deliberately alluring pose. One arm draped across her chest, partly covering her breasts, while her other hand shyly rested over her pussy. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her eyes, both bashful and determined, met his.
"Fufu… is this the special surprise you were talking about?" he asked, chuckling as he approached the bed.
She nodded, voice barely above a whisper. "Yes… Zechs-sama… I am the dinner… please… eat me~"
"Oh… it seems you're really eager to be eaten by me," he teased, climbing onto the bed and looming over her. "But what about the fact that you didn't want me to fuck you until your body was completely healed of all the scars?"
"Most of the scars have already healed by you… very few minor ones are left," she answered, biting her lip. Then, voice trembling with need, she added, "Besides… at this point, I just can't bear it anymore… I want this release… so I just want you to… fuck me. So tonight… make me yours in the truest sense and grant me this release from torment… I beg you…"
"Since you're begging me like this… how could I say no?" he laughed softly, eyes dark with hunger. "Remove your hand and let me see your pussy, Pudding-chan."
She blushed furiously but obeyed, slowly sliding her hand away.
Even though he has been teasing her pussy multiple times a day every day, this was actually the first time he saw her pussy clearly. It was smooth, hairless, small, and pink like a virgin's, but also reddened and swollen from constant stimulation, her clit, red as a ruby peeking out, puffy and sensitive.
"D-don't stare too much…" she whispered, trembling.
"I'm just admiring the view of your pussy," he murmured. "And I must say… It's beautiful. As expected of my beautiful maid."
She blushed even deeper, stammering, "I… I washed myself… s-so… Zechs-sama… y-you can dig in…"
"Heh… is that so? Pudding-chan is so considerate… and since you went to that extent… then don't mind if I do," he laughed, lowering his head between her thighs.
The moment his tongue dragged slowly over her slick folds, Pudding's back arched sharply.
"Aahhnn~!"
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