#39
Aunt’s sudden strength caught me off guard. One moment I was standing beside her, the next moment, my feet were off the ground and my body was cradled against her chest as though I weighed nothing at all. My arms instinctively wrapped around her neck, clinging in surprise.
“I—hey! I can walk, you know,” I said, my voice wavering somewhere between protest and disbelief.
Her grin was wide, boyish, almost smug.
“Not to worry, dear.”
She leaned down before I could say another word, brushing her lips against mine in a slow, deliberate kiss.
“We’ll be there in no time.”
Heat blossomed in my chest, the kiss deepening as she walked forward without breaking stride. Her lips pressed harder, teasing, dragging, testing how much I would yield. Her confidence, the sheer way she handled me, was intoxicating.
I couldn’t help but think: Why do women here like carrying men like this? In the world I once knew, this was the sort of thing a man might do to impress or dominate a woman. But here, it was reversed. Apparently.
Is this a man-thing here? Or rather… a woman-thing?
Her stride slowed, then stopped altogether.
Her kisses turned hungrier, her lips pulling mine open, tongue sliding against mine with a practiced ease. Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath, my back met the cold surface of a wall. She pressed me against it firmly, her body pinning mine, her mouth still devouring me as though I were the prize she had won at the end of a long hunt.
A groan escaped my throat before I could stop it. My hands tangled in her soft, curly hair, fingers pushing deep as if to anchor myself. She seemed to enjoy it. I could hear the rumbling sound of satisfaction leaving her chest. Her hands roamed freely—down my spine, pressing against my hips, cupping my ass with no hesitation at all, pulling me against her so that every line of our bodies met.
I can’t say I hate this.
She’s almost desperate. The hunger she was exuding seemed to fire up all my engines, my arousal getting stronger. The feeling of being wanted so desperately stroked my ego, and I’m slowly getting intoxicated by the power I hold over her. If I stopped her and walked away, just what kind of expression would she make?
It’s just a passing thought, of course. I don’t have any intention of doing that, whatsoever. After all, I’m the type to eat, no matter what kind of food it is, if they are presented to me. And the more I eat, the hungrier I feel.
Her strength made me grind my cock helplessly against her. And she didn’t hesitate to show me that she was loving the feeling of my hard cock rubbing against her bare flesh.
“What about the room?” I managed to ask between ragged breaths, smirking despite myself.
“The room won’t disappear,” My beautiful aunt muttered, her words husky with alcohol and desire.
Her grin was crooked, boyish, full of the sort of reckless charm that in the old world, men might have worn while pushing a girl against the wall. Although I’m feeling the complete opposite of such a situation.
I didn’t realize this before when we were fucking our brains out in the comfort room, but women do act manly during sex. Donna was like that. Even Tina, who tried to assault me. I wasn’t sure if it’s a default setting for women. I was confused at first, since there were women who acted the same as I remembered them.
But apparently, they do have this trait. Just on different levels. And maybe, it’s like a hidden emotion that would suddenly appear once they were stimulated enough? Or when they lose control?
That’s what I thought as I watched Aunt Morgana lose control. She’s acting differently than before. I had tried taking the initiative from her- which was enough to make her feel weak and do anything I wanted this morning. But she was fighting it and dominating me from every corner. She was even humping against me, rubbing my dick against her stomach as hard as she could.
With alcohol loosening her restraint, her true nature had spilled out unchecked. So this is what she looks like when she doesn’t hold back. Bold. Relentless. Entirely in control.
I didn’t mind women being on top—there was a thrill in it, a spice I would never deny. But only sometimes. Just enough to keep things exciting. In the end, I was still a man. A man who liked to dominate.
Her kiss grew more insistent, pressing harder, her tongue sweeping like it was searching for victory. That was when I moved. My hand shot up, tangling in her dark hair, tugging sharply until her head tilted back, throat bared. Her grin faltered, just for an instant—an instant I seized.
With a surge of strength, I twisted, shoving us off balance and driving her back into the wall. The impact was deliberate, my chest slamming into hers, and this time it was me pressing her down, taking what she thought she already owned. Her eyes widened, surprise flickering across her usually unshakable face. Breathless—not from resistance, but from shock.
“Crouch a little—you’re too tall,” I muttered, holding her gaze.
Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Naughty boy.”
Morgana could have insisted on her way. Any other woman here would have. But instead, she chose me—my pleasure, my pace. That was the difference. That was why I liked her. If it were my sister, she would have insisted on what she wants. Of course, it’s not like I don’t like her. My sister always has a special place in my heart.
Morgana slid her hands under my waist and lifted me clean off the ground with ease. My legs instinctively wrapped around her hips as she pinned me in the air, her strength undeniable. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the firmness of her muscles, and the softness of her skin. It was a heady mix that left me dizzy with desire.
“Better?” she teased.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I grabbed her arms and lifted myself higher until I was able to raise my legs and place them on top of her shoulders. And then, without hesitation, I held her head with both hands and thrust my dick into her mouth.
Her breath hitched, her eyes narrowing in delight at my sudden action. I caught that flicker of admiration in her gaze, as though she hadn’t expected me to have this side—still, she didn’t say anything and just held me tight while I started moving my hips, thrusting my cock deep inside her throat.
Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue expertly teasing the sensitive underside of my shaft. I could feel the vibrations of her moans as she took me deeper, her throat muscles constricting around me in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gripped her shoulders, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lost myself in the sensation.
“Fuck! This is so good!”
“Hmm~!”
My hips started moving faster as I fucked her mouth with abandon. Still, she took it all, her eyes never leaving mine, her hands gripping my ass tightly. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the familiar sensation of impending release.
Morgana, sensing my impending orgasm, pulled back slightly, her lips releasing my cock with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust.
“If you want to cum, cum inside me. I want you here now,” she said, her voice husky with desire. She put me down and again pinned me against the wall.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, her body pressing against mine. I struggled slightly, testing her strength, but she held firm. I could feel her pussy grinding against my thigh.
“You want to do it here?” I smirked.
“I can’t wait,” she said as she grabbed my cock and aimed it at her opening.
But just as she was about to slide it inside her, a sound pierced the air—loud, raw, unmistakable.
A moan.
Not soft. Not restrained. But a sharp cry, almost like a scream.
It sliced through the haze between us, making every muscle in my body tense. My head snapped toward the direction of it, breath caught in my throat. And instinctively, I pushed Aunt Morgana back. Aunt Morgana was surprised and looked at me strangely.
But I ignored her and looked around. Did someone see us? I wondered. My eyes narrowed, scanning the dim corridor. That’s when I saw it—just a little further down, half-hidden in shadow. A door. Not shut completely, but cracked open just enough to spill a narrow sliver of light into the hall.
The golden glow cut across the darkness like a blade, sharp and deliberate. It pulsed faintly, flickering with movement from inside. The moan had come from there.
Morgana followed my gaze, her lips still swollen from our kiss, and murmured, “Ignore it,” almost too softly. Her hand tugged at my hair, urging me back to her mouth.
But I couldn’t.
The sound hadn’t been the kind one ignored. It wasn’t laughter or pleasure alone. There had been an edge in it—something strained, something caught between ecstasy and agony. What is going on there? My curiosity is piqued.
I placed a steadying hand on Morgana’s waist, firm but gentle, breaking her pull on me, and I stepped away. My gaze didn’t leave that cracked door. Muffled moans and cries echoed from that room. It was not the sounds of pain or anger, but it was undoubtedly the sound of sex.
“Alvin?”
Aunt called me.
But I’m really curious, so I creep through the door. It’s rude and impolite to do this, I know, especially in someone else’s house. But I’ve never really seen another couple having sex in this world. Well, I’ve seen plenty of times, but here? In this world? Not yet. And I’m really curious how people here have sex.
Rumors said that men are not active, and it was left to women to work on it. But is that really true? How would they do it? What position? Are they always doing it missionary? Cowgirl? I’ve seen several porn in this world, but porn is really not the most reliable source of information.
That is why, although peeking is certainly not the most polite thing to do, well, hey, a chance is an opportunity~
I managed to peek through the gap of the door and saw a woman, facing the wall of the room, with her back to me, almost totally covering up the man she had pinned against the flat surface. Oho? So they always do that. And it was the man who was screaming. Well, the woman too… but the loudest is apparently the man.
That surprised me, and my eyes locked onto the figures.
Aunt Morgana followed me.
“Are you curious?” she asked.
“Yes, but is it okay?”
“Well, they are not being discreet,” she chuckled. And she’s clearly annoyed that we were disturbed.
Nevertheless, she didn’t blame me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I could feel her touch, molding around my waist, and then to my rock-hard erection. I didn’t stop her, though, even when she started to stroke it.
“They are having sex,” I said.
“Yes,” she chuckled. “Although you might not like what you see there.”
Now, that caught my attention.
“Why?”
“Well, it’s hard to explain. All I can say is that it might not be the same love-making you knew.”
I peered through the gap and watched as a man’s slim arms wrapped around the back of the woman’s neck, toned, bare legs hooking around her thighs.
The woman was humping him with her hips, slamming against his. The persistent wet sounds of lips and tongues made it clear they didn’t stop kissing for a second. I wonder what the difference is, though. Is it because she thought I was not familiar with sex that much that she was scared I might have a problem seeing a man dominated by a woman?
The man was struggling to breathe. He’s screaming to wait and stop, but the woman continued without care. It was clear who was dominating whom.
Then I noticed they were not alone. Another set of voices grabbed my attention, and I noticed some activity on the bed. Sadly, it was covered by the door. Although Aunt Morgana just pushed the door open and walked inside. I followed.
It’s not just one or two couples, it’s a group of eight people- six women and two men. Looking at their appearance, they look like college students. Aside from the couple standing, I can see the rest either on the couch or in the bed, their naked, sweaty bodies intertwined together, pumping and thrashing on the bed together. I can see legs up in the air and hear grunts and groans of pleasure as they fuck each other.
One of the men is on his back, his legs being held apart by one of the girls’ hands as she moves her hips, swallowing the man’s cock with her pussy.
“Yes, Cindy. Fuck me hard. I want to come inside you.”
“Fuck! You slut! How do you like that? Huh?!”
While being fucked, two women are on either side of him, rubbing his fingers on their pussy. Another woman was kissing and licking his chest. The man is bound in a tight hogtie.
Bands of beige rope wrapped around his chest, dug into young bronzed skin around his stomach and thighs. The man moaned quietly with each tug of the rope by another woman.
There was also another girl, whom I recognized, sitting on the couch, quietly drinking while watching this ordeal. And it is none other than Jean, Rodrigo’s sister and Aunt Melissa’s daughter.
This was clearly a gangbang. Well, a gangbang on a man. I’ve never even seen this in porn in this world. I mean, the girls are really doing whatever they want, using the man’s body as if it were their toy. A girl even just sat unceremoniously on a guy’s face despite the guy struggling to stop her, but he was helplessly pinned down by the other girls.
Honest, it did catch me by surprise.
Is this normal?
I thought men dislike sex in this world…well, not really disliking it, just didn’t like doing it. And they said men are dead fish on the bed. But this…this is far different than what I’ve heard.
As I was watching, confused, Aunt Morgana brushed past me and entered the room.
“Jean, didn’t I tell you to be careful around boys?” Aunt Morgana muttered with a helpless sigh.
“Aunt Morgana?! What are you doing here!? W, wait, this is not what it looks like.” Jean, who finally noticed us, looked at us in shock. Then her eyes found mine, and she gasped. She jumped out of the couch and ran toward me. “Alvin, you came! Are you looking for me?” she cried out.
She easily took me out of Aunt Morgana’s arms and hugged me. “Hmm, mhmm,” my face was pressed into her chest. Although her tits are not as big as her mother’s, they are still in good shape and form.
“No, we’re just passing by,” Morgana said before pulling me from her niece. “Anyway, didn’t I tell you to treat men better? What are you doing?” she said, glaring at her who had just tied a man like a pig waiting to be butchered.
“I told you, it’s not like that. They wanted it, I’m not forcing them to do it, okay?”
“They wanted?”
“Yeah, so it’s not my fault,” Jean said before taking my rigid cock in her hands.
“Mhmm~!” I let out a soft, muffled moan.
“Why don’t you join us, Alvin?” she said. When she said that, I immediately felt eyes directed at me. And to be honest, it made me frightened. The intensity of their gazes, the scene in front of me… well, I know I said I’m fine with all the kinks… but I’m not sure where the limit lies for them. They seem to be using the men as they pleased, and that for me… well, I’m not sure if that’s fine with me.
“Hah, ah, no, I’m fine…”
Just looking at the girls inside the room, you can immediately guess what they are into. Although I’m not against any kinky stuff, it would be dangerous to suddenly throw myself at them when I don’t even know how far they would go. And besides, I still have Aunt Morgana to accompany… and Aunt Mellisa.
“Really, we will have so much fun, you know.”
“Jean, didn’t your mom already tell you not to involve Alvin in your games?”
“I’m not playing. And I won’t do strange things to Alvin if he doesn’t want it!” Jean shot her aunt a sharp glare. So you know you are doing something strange…?
“And what about you? Where are you bringing Alvin to? And he’s even naked? You old hag, are you trying to cheat him?”
Jean said while grabbing me behind her as if she was trying to protect me.
“Of course, not! And what we do is not your concern, little girl.” Aunt Morgana scowled. Then she looked at me, her expression softening. “Alvin, let’s go. Let’s leave these little lunatics.”
I nodded. But after seeing Jean’s troubled look, I could not help it and wrapped my arms around her. My cock nestled between her amazingly soft ass cheeks.
“I’m sorry, but I have prior appointments, see.” I took in a deep breath of her scent, and damn, she smelled really good. “Although we can have fun some other time,” I said, cupping and squeezing her tits.
Jean moaned. Her expression immediately beamed with joy. Call me soft, but I don’t really enjoy seeing a woman’s sad face. And besides, I doubt she would really treat me horribly if we really do it. She seems nice.
Jean stroked my head and said, “Okay, you promised.”
“I did.” I grinned.
Hm… so BDSM really exists in this world.
I really thought I was the only strange one here for loving sex. But apparently, the men are not as spineless as I initially thought they were. There are also a few rotten bunches among men just like me. I mused as I looked at the two men in the room and decided to engrave their faces in my head. It won’t be bad to remember them, and perhaps make friends~
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