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(Before you start reading, imagine a Madoka with a bigger butt but still retaining her canonical qualities.)
I do not endorse anything you are about to read.
It is just fiction.
Hope you enjoy the reading.
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Madoka Kaname knew something was terribly wrong with her.
The latest witch hunt had erupted without warning—no prior trace of miasma, nothing. A labyrinth gate had simply torn open right in front of her in an empty alley. The witch inside was nothing like those she had faced before. It did not take on the absurd, contorted form she had grown used to. This presence was denser, far more aware—as if despair itself had become intelligent.
She had been forced to fight completely alone.
Homura wasn't there, Sayaka wasn't there, Mami wasn't there—not even Kyoko.
She had faced that thing alone—a presence that seemed to feed on her own magic and essence.
In the desperate struggle that followed, she poured out more power than she had ever spent in a single battle, her Soul Gem blazing until it nearly fractured. The pink of her costume darkened at the edges. Only when she finally pierced the witch’s core and destroyed it did the labyrinth collapse around her, leaving her on her knees on the asphalt. She gasped for breath, heart hammering against her ribs as if it wanted to tear free from her chest.
Yet her Soul Gem felt impure—stained, darkened.
Even after she had used every Grief Seed she carried, a residual blot still clung to the gem like an open wound. And there was something else: a burning deep inside her body. A strange sensation beneath her skin, a foreign tingling that had nothing to do with magic. A hollow emptiness spreading from her chest downward, as if something inside her had been forced open.
Madoka pushed herself to her feet, legs trembling like a newborn calf’s. Moisture gathered in her palms. Her pink magical-girl dress felt tight and uncomfortable. Her small, nearly flat chest might have been considered a flaw by some, but the full curves of her wide hips and ass were her greatest virtue.
She pressed a hand to her chest, over her Soul Gem.
“What… is happening to me?” she whispered.
The night wind stirred her pastel-pink hair. It was cold, almost freezing—yet she did not feel the chill that would have cut through anyone else.
The farther she walked, the more the heat inside her intensified, pooling low in her belly. The tingling grew sharper, more insistent; her breathing turned into uneven pants. She dismissed her magical-girl costume and returned to her ordinary school uniform.
Stumbling through the empty streets, she staggered from side to side, her shoes striking the asphalt in irregular, clumsy impacts—every step an enormous effort. The freezing air brushed her face, yet inside she burned with a dense, humid heat that pooled in her belly and spread like lava through every nerve, every muscle, every inch of her skin.
“Haa… haa… huh… huh…” She panted.
Mouth half-open, tongue dry, her chest rising and falling violently beneath the school uniform. The Soul Gem, still stained with residual darkness, throbbed like a second, diseased heart. Each beat sent a pulse of deeper, more insistent, more smothering heat.
“Haaa… haa!… what?”
Her fingers tangled in the buttons of her blouse. She undid one, two, three, unfastening them with an almost animal urgency. Cold air struck her sweaty chest but brought no relief—only made her already hard, sensitive nipples tighten even further beneath the thin fabric of her pink bra, thrusting forward despite the modest size of her breasts.
She scarcely cared that she was undressing in the middle of the street.
Her blouse hung open from her delicate shoulders. The frilly, pure-pink bra no longer matched what she felt; it stood out sharply under the streetlights. The modest cleavage of her small breasts dipped with every breath—small, delicate, and charming. A thin bead of sweat slid down between them and vanished into one of the cups, the fabric drinking the moisture.
She swallowed, but her mouth felt dry as cotton.
The heat intensified, sinking lower through every part of her body and concentrating between her legs with an almost painful, piercing intensity. The brush of her smooth skirt against her thighs became unbearable. Each step made the soaked fabric of her panties cling to her swollen labia, rubbing her never-before-touched clit with a constant, wet friction. A moan slipped free before she could stop it; her knees buckled.
Stumbling, she braced herself against the wall of a building and pressed her forehead to the cold concrete. Her fingers slid down the inner side of her thigh and found the soaked fabric of her panties. She was so wet that her middle finger slipped easily between her folds through the cloth, touching the hot, pulsing wetness of her own cunt.
“Nngh… hmmm… what is this…?”
She was doing something she had never once imagined doing in her life—touching her own pussy for pleasure. Trying to find the spot that itched and ached at the same time, deep in her most intimate place, where threads of wetness tangled in her sparse pubic hair. The lightest brush was enough to send a spasm through her legs, making her even wetter. The heat flared again, crueler than before.
She kept walking blindly, vision blurred. Blouse hanging open, bra on full display, skirt wrinkled and hiked up on one side. One hand still buried between her legs, inside her panties, trying to rub and scratch at the strange, concentrated tingling there. The wet sound of her own fingers was obscene in the silence of the night.
Her Soul Gem pulsed weakly; almost none of its natural, beautiful glow remained. The dark stain was spreading, leaving only a faint pink spark at the center. Even through the burning heat of her body, Madoka could feel the emptiness claiming more space inside her.
“…too much magic…”
She understood why she was in this state. She was paying the price as a magical girl for having spent far too much of herself against that witch. This was the cost of using her magic without restraint. The core of her being—that reserve that had always felt warm and constant—now felt cold and hollow. Magical abstinence was nothing like what she was feeling now. It wasn’t just exhaustion and fever consuming her; it was a profound lack. Her body craved to be filled. It was desperate to recover its essence.
The heat between her legs burned hotter at the realization.
“I need…” her voice came out broken, barely a whisper. “I need to be filled…”
Lost in the darkness of the silent night, she pressed her back against a wall and yanked her skirt all the way up to her waist without a shred of shame. She used both hands for something she barely understood could be done—pushing them inside her pink panties and rubbing her swollen, glistening pussy, drawing a shiver that only fed the fire. She stroked her erect clit, felt the faint tickle of her sparse pubic hair against her fingers, touched her lips…
She was so wet it looked as if she had pissed herself. Swollen lips, clit hard and freed from its hood for the first time in her life, her hole clenching rhythmically around emptiness, searching for something that still wasn’t there. Every contraction sent a sharp spike of need deep into her belly, where the magical and physical voids had fused into one.
Madoka tried to push her fingers into her pink hole, but the mere tip of one stopped her with a strange electric tingle that made her curl her toes.
“Ahhh…~”
A sensation she had never felt before—something her body was learning, or desperately trying to decipher. She tried to work her fingers deeper, to touch and soothe the burning emptiness at her center, but she could only manage the shallowest contact. Even the lightest brush against her clit was enough to drop her to the ground. She spread her legs wider, pressing harder against the wall.
She masturbated in the middle of the street, moving at her own frantic rhythm. Her small breasts and stiff nipples rubbed against the fabric. Her Soul Gem, almost completely darkened, flickered weakly with every forced wave of pleasure.
“More… I want something…” she moaned, voice cracking. “I want… something inside my vagina…”
The caresses and the lightest touches on her vaginal lips were nowhere near enough. She needed something deeper—something that could reach the place where magic and flesh met. She wanted something warm, thick, and hot, something that would fill every inch of the space her magic had left behind.
This was something she had studied in school. Something she had read about in the quiet curiosity of an innocent girl. Her vagina, the hollow that ached to be filled… it was craving its purpose. Her soft, pink, warm hole was meant to be taken by a man—spreading her delicate lips, pushing all the way in, striking her hymen, tearing through it, reaching her womb and finally filling the emptiness inside her. That void could be filled by something that would heat her and complete her, elevating her very existence.
“Nngh… *hic*… hummm…”
Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision. They were not tears of sadness. They were tears of frustration—of a need so intense it hurt. She was drowning in total desperation, one step away from her Soul Gem going completely dark. And that was why her body was not begging for a Grief Seed.
It was begging for a cock. It wanted to be fucked.
She wanted raw sex. Deep and complete, until the emptiness inside her ceased to exist—filled by the thick stretch of a cock.
“Haaah… I-I can’t… I want to be filled… ngh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Nnnnghaaaaaah!”
In the middle of her climax, her juices gushed out, soaking her underwear even more. Her hands were drenched in her own vaginal fluids as she came hard for the first time in her life—right there in the street where anyone could have seen her, could have come out to check what that scream had been. The ecstasy burned through her body with overwhelming force. Her knees gave way, she was falling.
Her Soul Gem pulsed one last time, almost extinguished. The emptiness inside her yawned open, ready to swallow her whole.
But something stopped it. A large, hot hand closed firmly around her arm.
Through the haze of tears and lingering pleasure that clouded her vision, she could only make out shapes and colors. Red hair. golden eyes, broad shoulders. A tall, solid silhouette that smelled… incredible. A clean, masculine scent—hot steel and something sweet—that drove straight into her head and made her legs tremble even harder.
He was speaking to her, but she only saw his lips moving with urgency. The voice was deep and worried, yet the words never reached her ears. Madoka could only watch that mouth, those firm, slightly dry lips.
He was so close.
Her delirium, the emptiness, and the hot aftershocks of pleasure spun her head.
“Are you okay?” Shirou Emiya asked, concerned.
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Shirou Emiya had always tried to be a hero.
Not the kind of hero who appeared on the news rescuing entire buildings. He simply wanted to be someone who helped when he could—someone who didn’t look the other way, who refused to be indifferent. That obsession had dragged him into more trouble than he could count, and his current situation was no exception.
It had all started with Rin Tohsaka and the kaleido magic—a wand tied to that magic. A stupid argument, a half-finished spell, and suddenly the world had folded in on itself. When he opened his eyes, he woke in a place completely foreign to Fuyuki. He was still in Japan… and yet he wasn’t. Everything was different.
The city was called Mitakihara.
Skyscrapers taller and denser than any he remembered. Towers of glass that curved as if designed from a living, fantastical dream. Trains gliding silently along elevated rails, streets that were clean—too clean—and a constant sensation that something was watching, moving through the alleys, invisible except for that faint prickle along the skin.
Despite the panic, he forced himself to calm down and searched for a way back. He looked for Rin, for any similar magic. Nothing worked. In the end he had no choice but to resign himself: if he couldn’t return, he would have to survive in this world.
To live he used magecraft to forge an identity, find a place to stay, and land a job—a job at a restaurant in a local commercial district.
Tonight he had left later than usual; closing had been delayed by a large order. So he was walking with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, the faint scent of work still clinging to him, when he heard and then saw something.
A trembling figure, barely distinguishable, away from the streetlight’s glow.
At first he thought she might be injured. Then he realized what was actually happening.
The girl was half-naked. The only things still properly in place were her knee-high socks and shoes; the rest of her clothes were in disarray—blouse unbuttoned, skirt hiked up—and her own hands were buried between her thighs, inside her panties. On the ground lay a trail of wetness like scattered breadcrumbs. The scent of a female in heat was intoxicating. Still on her feet, legs spread, hands moving desperately between her thighs, she gasped and let out a cry. Her whole body shook; she panted. He watched her knees begin to buckle.
Without a second thought, Shirou ran and reached her just in time to catch her by the arm, stopping her from falling face-first onto the asphalt.
Touching her was like touching live coal.
Her skin burned—not with ordinary fever. It was a dense, humid heat that climbed into his palm and invaded his body. Then came the scent pouring off her, sweet and wet. The aroma of a woman’s vaginal fluids, a woman lost in her own pleasure.
Shirou felt his stomach tighten—not from disgust. From the intoxicating smell and the scene his eyes were witnessing.
This girl wasn’t drugged or injured in any conventional way.
She had simply let herself be carried by her own passions right to the edge of collapse.
“Hey! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” he said in a firm voice, trying to get a reaction.
She lifted her face. Her glassy, wet eyes looked up at him, cheeks flushed, mouth half-open and moist. She didn’t seem to fully recognize him. Shirou tightened his grip on her arm, holding her upright so she wouldn’t crumple.
“Breathe. Easy. You’re in the middle of the street… you can’t stay like this. Do you have a place nearby? Someone you can call?”
His gaze dropped, inevitably. Small breasts, hard nipples showing sharp points through her pink bra. A slender waist for such a small girl, yet her hips were full. A round, firm ass tensed with every movement, and between her legs the underwear shoved aside by the hand still buried there revealed sparse pink pubic hair, glistening, swollen lips. A thick drop of vaginal nectar slid down the inner side of her thigh, soaking into her knee-high socks.
He swallowed hard, jerked his eyes away at once, and clenched his jaw.
“…Look at me.” Shirou tried again, gentler this time but with the same urgency. “You’re not okay. Whatever this is that’s happening to you, you can’t keep doing it out here. I’m going to help you get somewhere safe. All right? …Just don’t pass out, okay?”
“This is happening again. Another fucking impossible situation. A world that isn’t mine, a half-naked girl masturbating in the street near midnight. Rin, if we ever meet again, I’m going to kill you.”
But he didn’t let go of the girl’s arm. He wouldn’t leave her. He would help her reach a safe place.
Still… the feminine scent rolling off her was making him hard. His cock began to throb inside his pants, swelling to a half-erection he couldn’t fully suppress. Even though he knew it shouldn’t be like this—not when he recognized the school uniform, the same one he’d seen around the area.
But while he worried about the current situation, Madoka, lost in her heat, cared only about those masculine lips and that masculine scent.
She wanted to kiss those lips, press them against her own. And she did.
Shirou had no time to react. Still holding her by the arm, Madoka threw herself at him.
Her small, trembling hands clutched the sides of his jacket and yanked downward with surprising strength. Being taller, Shirou was forced to lean in, his head dropping to the perfect height—just in time to feel her mouth crash against his.
Their teeth collided with a dry, clumsy, almost painful impact.
She didn’t know how to kiss. She had never had any real need to learn or try, so she possessed no technique—only instinct and hunger guided her now. She opened her mouth in the middle of the wet, hot kiss and shoved her tongue inside without the slightest delicacy. Shirou felt his mouth invaded by that delicate tongue, tasted the sweet flavor of her saliva and something more. She moaned into his mouth, into the kiss, almost as if she were drowning.
“Mnhn… nhah… mhmmm~…” Madoka pressed harder, moving her tongue inside Shirou’s mouth.
She rose onto the tips of her toes, crushed her small breasts against his firm chest, and rubbed herself against him without a shred of shame. Her tongue moved clumsily—licking, sucking, trying to drink and taste every inch of his mouth. Saliva escaped the corners of their lips, sliding down both their chins.
Shirou, who had let himself be carried by the kiss for a moment, snapped his eyes open.
He was still worried about the situation. Still trying to understand what the hell was happening with this girl. But now he had her inexperienced lips and tongue churning inside his mouth, and her burning, half-naked body pressed and grinding against his own.
“Wait!… hey—” he tried to say, but the words drowned when she sealed his lips again, harder.
For Madoka nothing existed beyond the sensation of his lips on hers. She heard nothing. She couldn’t—and didn’t try to—understand anything.
The male contact, his scent, his taste in her mouth. The simple act of sharing saliva was like throwing water on a fire that had been consuming her for hours. The emptiness in her Soul Gem seemed to contract for a second, giving her a brief breath of relief.
“Aaaah…. ngh!…. Mwah… Mmmmmaaaaah!~…”
Madoka moaned louder, almost sobbing into the kiss. She thrust her hips forward, her wet pussy covered only by panties rubbing against the fabric of Shirou’s pants, leaving a hot, damp stain right over his crotch.
Their teeth clashed again when she tried to go even deeper; a frustrated whimper escaped her. She didn’t know how to do it right—she only knew she needed more. More saliva, more tongue, more of that masculine taste and scent that were driving her insane. She clung tighter to his jacket, nails digging into the fabric almost hard enough to tear it, and kept kissing him with clumsy, voracious desperation, sharing every drop of saliva they could exchange, as if by pressing her lips to this stranger’s she could fill the hollow emptiness inside her.
Shirou’s mind was clouded.
“What the hell…?”
He had left work. Seen a girl about to fall. Caught her. Asked if she was okay.
And now he was being kissed with near-violent urgency by this half-naked stranger in the middle of the street.
Reward or punishment? He no longer understood.
His hands, which had been holding her up so she wouldn’t fall, now floated at his sides, unsure where to put themselves. Her heat clung to his body. The sweet scent of her fluids and sweat filled his nose every time she rubbed against him. And that tongue… so inexperienced, so needy, so mischievous as it searched and begged for more of him.
“Hey… easy…” he managed to murmur against her lips when she finally gave him a second to breathe, a thin strand of saliva still connecting them. “Breathe… okay? You’re not…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence.
Madoka lunged again and sealed his mouth once more—deeper, more desperate—sharing saliva with a desire that bordered on animal. Her small breasts crushed against him; her round ass tensed every time she moved her hips. The almost-black Soul Gem pulsed weakly, as if the contact between them was delaying the inevitable.
The kiss lasted far longer; breathing became nearly impossible. Shared saliva spilled in hot strands down their chins. Though Shirou tried to pull away, she bit his lip as a last resort to keep him close, and her grip on his jacket was far too strong.
In the middle of the kiss, Shirou felt something different. A sudden tightness in his chest.
It was as if something had latched between his ribs and was pulling outward. A deep, intimate tug that stole his breath. He felt a portion of his Od—his vital magical energy—being torn from his core and absorbed through the contact of their lips. It wasn’t an aggressive magical drain, more like a hungry, desperate suction. As if the girl’s body were drinking from him just to keep from extinguishing.
“She’s a mage…?” Shirou’s eyes snapped open at the realization.
What was happening to this girl wasn’t a simple crisis of arousal. She was a mage who had spent far too much of her Od, to the point of critical collapse. He had seen something similar only a few times in his life: sorcerers who exhausted their Od to the brink of breakdown, their bodies then seeking an external source so they wouldn’t fall apart. Leaving this girl like this in the middle of the street would be condemning her. A simple kiss—what they were sharing now—was barely crumbs. It wouldn’t be enough to stabilize her.
“I have to help her…”
With a quick, precise movement, Shirou forced the kiss apart and caught her by the waist before she could throw herself at him again. She moaned in protest, eyes glassy, mouth still open and glistening with saliva.
“I’m sorry…” he said, more to himself than to her.
He lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Madoka’s half-naked, burning body settled against his chest; instead of resisting, she instinctively pressed closer, burying her face against his neck and inhaling his intoxicating masculine scent. Her legs dangled in their long socks and shoes. Her frilly pink panties were so soaked that juices spilled from them, leaving a wet trail with every step Shirou took.
He walked fast.
He knew a discreet hotel a few blocks away—the kind that didn’t ask too many questions late at night. When he pushed through the door and reached the front desk, the manager raised an eyebrow at the sight of a girl in that state in his arms. Shirou didn’t waste time; he used a simple perception-and-suggestion spell, just a light mental push.
“She’s my girlfriend. She’s not feeling well. We need a room right now.”
The manager blinked; the image of Madoka became slightly distorted in his perception, making her appear flawless. He no longer saw a young teenager, but rather a beautiful, mature woman. So he nodded without asking any questions, took the money from Shirou, and handed him the room keys.
Shirou went to the elevator, stepped out, and walked the corridors until he reached the designated room.
He entered, closed the door, and carefully laid Madoka on the bed. He wiped a bit of saliva still clinging to his chin, then scratched his head at what he was doing. The full weight of why he was here hit him hard—the real reason he had brought her.
“What the hell was I thinking.” He muttered. Still, the painful erection trapped inside his pants was obvious and aching.
Madoka shifted among the sheets, her skirt rucked up, showing her soaked panties plastered to the shape of her cunt, outlining her swollen vaginal lips with perfect relief.
“Don’t… don’t go,” she whispered, voice broken. “I still want…”
Shirou stayed at the foot of the bed, breathing hard. He could still feel the faint emptiness she had left after stealing some of his Od. He watched her, listened to her panting and whimpering, watched her rapid breaths lift those small breasts with their hard nipples, her full ass sinking into the mattress, her thoroughly soaked pussy completely outlined beneath her underwear.
He understood what needed to be done, but it was complicated.
A mana transfer… yet given the circumstances—not knowing her, seeing her in that school uniform—it felt wrong.
While his moral thoughts kept him trapped in the dilemma, Madoka moved on the bed. Nearly naked already, she pulled off her unbuttoned blouse and removed her bra, left only in her lower garments.
Even so, she brought a hand to her bare breasts in a confused motion. Then she slid off the bed, falling to her knees in front of him with a soft thud on the carpet.
She was being guided by an essence—the scent that pulled her forward.
A masculine aroma, hot skin and something thicker rising from Shirou’s crotch. The huge shape visible beneath the fabric of his pants was impossible to ignore. Madoka crawled forward, her small breasts barely shifting, her round little ass lifting behind her. She panted with her mouth open, tongue peeking out a little, eyes locked on that enormous bulge.
Her fingers moved clumsily, searching for the belt until she undid it. The button gave way; the zipper slid down with a metallic sound that filled the room. She yanked his pants and boxers down in one pull.
“Wait…” Shirou snapped out of his thoughts and tried to stop the girl’s rapid movements at his lower half.
His cock sprang free.
Enormous.
It was thicker than her own forearm—long, heavy, mapped with thick veins that ran its full length. The flushed head already dripped long strands of pre-cum, heavy drops that fell onto the carpet.
The scent hit her full force: salty, masculine, intensely delicious and sexual. Madoka’s mouth watered; a thread of saliva escaped the corner of her lips as she stared, hypnotized, sniffing the air.
“Ahhh~…”
She leaned forward without thinking—not straight to the cock, but lower. She buried her face against the thick, heavy balls hanging beneath, hot and tight in their soft, smooth skin. She rubbed her cheek against them, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on their concentrated scent. Opening her mouth, she licked one ball slowly and thoroughly, dragging her tongue upward until she reached the base of the shaft, tasting the salty flavor.
“…Fuck… so this is how you want to do it?” Shirou shuddered at the hot, wet tongue under his cock. He clenched his fists, letting himself be tended to, his thoughts narrowed solely to what was happening right now.
She nuzzled the thick, heavy testicles against her face with affection and desire. She took one of those fat balls into her mouth, sucking them one by one before managing to suck both at once; her cheeks bulged like a hamster’s as they stretched around the pair.
Then she pressed her nose between them again, soaking herself in her own saliva. She rolled them from side to side with her cheeks, kissed them with wet, open lips. Every time she exhaled, her warm breath made those heavy balls contract slightly. Madoka moaned very softly, as if she were receiving the greatest gift in the world. Saliva shone on her chin; her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath; her ass swayed side to side on her heels while her cunt dripped onto the carpet.
The heat and emptiness inside her seemed to sing. Her Soul Gem pulsed rapidly, its pink glow brighter against the darkness that still covered it.
This scent. This heat. The enormous cock she still hadn’t taken into her mouth, yet it throbbed above her hair and made her legs tremble. She lifted her gaze for a second, then immediately buried her face back into that fleshy sac.
She licked and rubbed herself against it like a cat in heat. A female who had found something to cling to so she wouldn’t fall and go dark.
Shirou could only look down, jaw clenched. Pleasure was clouding his judgment and making him think about what would come next.
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Shirou lifted Madoka off the floor and stood her up in front of him.
He had taken it upon himself to remove her skirt and those pink ruffled panties, as well as her shoes. Right now, she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but her white knee-high socks. He, too, had undressed himself, almost tearing his clothes off in his haste and haste.
In the process, he saw an object fall out of her skirt: her student ID. He saw their full names and their school. The forbidden nature of the situation almost hit him like a bucket of cold water, but… there was no point in stopping now.
He would taste the forbidden pleasures of an underage slut. He wouldn’t stop now… not with his cock throbbing so hard it hurt, and not with that pussy right in front of him that looked ripe and eager.
Now they were both completely naked. Standing face to face, the difference in size was almost ridiculous: she was small, with her modest breasts and round ass barely reaching his chest; he was tall, powerfully built, every muscle defined. It looked as if a fairy had been placed in front of a muscular minotaur.
In front of her rose that enormous, thick, fleshy cock, throbbing and pulsing. The flushed head glistened with pre-cum, a thick strand dripping to the floor.
Madoka’s gaze drifted downward for a moment. The cock pulsed right in front of her face. Her nearly blackened Soul Gem pulsed and glowed faintly; deep inside her, something screamed fill me. She leaned in without thinking and pressed her soft lips against the thick head.
She gave it a wet, slow kiss. Her first kiss on a cock. It tasted faintly bitter, but the saltiness stained her delicate lips.
Then she opened her mouth.
“Nnh… aahh~…”
The thick head barely managed to enter. Her lips stretched around the glans; the corners of her mouth trembled from the effort of being forced open to their limit. That cock was far too thick—Madoka’s small mouth was strained at once; her jaw ached as she forced it wider. Still, she pushed forward, letting the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum flood her tongue, sending a delicious shock across her taste buds.
Tasting the seminal fluid was like tasting a delicious candy. It felt like biting into a caramel filled with rich juice.
The emptiness inside her calmed for a second, as if that delicious liquid had touched something very deep within her. She moaned around the cock, the sound vibrating against the hot flesh.
“Glk… mmh… ngh…”
She began to suck in a careless, clumsy, hungry way. The head slid in and out of her mouth with wet, obscene sounds—slurp… glk… Every time she tried to take more, the thickness stretched her lips and jaw to their absolute limit, making her tremble. Saliva ran down her chin in shining strands, mixed with the pre-cum that kept welling up.
In her messy blowjob her inexperience showed whenever she accidentally grazed the sensitive skin with her teeth. She felt that cock throb hard inside her mouth whenever it happened.
Shirou hissed and concentrated, using a little magecraft to reinforce the skin of his cock—just enough so she wouldn’t hurt him.
“Yeah… that’s it…” he said in a low, rough voice, resting one of his large hands on her messy pink twin-tailed head. “Slow… use only your tongue. Don’t use your teeth… yeah… like that…”
“Glk… glk… slurp…. Hmmmmm… glk~…”
Madoka barely heard anything. She simply kept going, bobbing her head in desperation. Trying to swallow more than her mouth could handle, she began hitting the back of her throat again and again; the mild gagging only excited her further. Every time her tongue tasted the seminal fluid, an electric shock raced through her body. Her Soul Gem pulsed a little stronger; the emptiness seemed to ease… but only a little.
“Mhmmm…. delicious~….” she murmured around the flesh when she pulled off to breathe, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lips to the bulbous, glistening tip. “More… give me more…. gluk… nngh… gluuurk…”
She opened her mouth again and swallowed the thick cock once more—much deeper this time.
Shirou guided the movement gently. His fingers tangled in the pink hair, without forcing her too hard.
“Good girl… breathe through your nose. Use your tongue underneath… yes, just like that… you’re doing well.”
Madoka moaned sweetly, eyes teary from the effort, cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily. Her small tits barely moved with each bob. Lower down, her ass swayed from side to side; her pussy dripped uncontrollably onto the hotel room floor.
That cock was thick and enormous for her small mouth, but Madoka would not give up. Intuitively she knew something more had to come out of that cock, and nothing would stop her.
She drove her head forward with more violence, more force, completely ignoring the burn in her jaw and the pressure in her throat. The thick cock forced her neck wide open; the bulge marked clearly beneath the pale skin of her throat every time she took it to the root. “Gluuurk… gluk-gluk-gluk…” The sounds were obscene, wet, and desperate. Tears spilled down her cheeks—not from pain, but from the effort of trying to swallow even more, from the desperation to feel it deeper.
“Nngh… mmh… gluk!...”
Shirou kept his hand on the pink hair, not pushing, only holding. His other hand was clenched in a fist at his side. Every time this girl’s tight throat contracted around him, a low growl rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck… don’t stop…” he panted in a rough voice. “Your mouth is… too good…”
Madoka sped up even more. Her saliva ran in thick strands down her chin and slid over her small tits. Pre-cum was no longer enough—she needed the rest. She needed what she had read about in school. She needed semen, the baby-making substance.
She sucked greedily, her tongue pressing along the thick vein on the underside, cheeks hollowed, throat forced open again and again by the inhuman girth.
Shirou couldn’t hold back any longer. Electricity raced through his body.
“I’m gonna… Madoka, I’m cumming!...” He growled, the sound vibrating in his chest.
The cock throbbed violently inside her throat and began to fire.
The semen was thick, hot, the consistency of dense, salty yogurt that flooded her throat all at once. Madoka felt the first spurt go straight down into her stomach, storing itself there and warming her from the inside. She pulled that thick cock out just enough for the next load to fill her mouth. The taste hit her at first: faintly bitter, then salty, sweet, hot, and addictive. Her mouth watered even more as she swallowed, as if it were a delicious, addictive soup.
“Mhgmmm…. Glup…”
She swallowed, drank, chewed the excess semen a little between tongue and palate before swallowing again. Every gulp made the heat and emptiness inside her calm a little more. Her belly began to swell slightly, rounding from the absurd amount of cum she was consuming. She kept milking him, now with both hands on the thick shaft, squeezing out every drop and licking the tip whenever a new spurt emerged.
“Delicious… so hot… salty… sweet~” she murmured in a syrupy voice, a thick, lumpy white strand spilling from the corner of her lips. “More… give me more…”
This was the first time Madoka had done anything so depraved. Something completely foreign to her.
Until this day, the most she had ever done with a man was kiss him on the cheek—and that had been her father when saying goodbye. She had never given a real kiss. And much less what she was doing now: touching a cock. She had never known what semen tasted like, yet now her mouth was full of it and her stomach was warm and heavy. Her body trembled with a pleasure she couldn’t understand.
The ring on her finger—her Soul Gem—suddenly shone.
A pure pink light that pushed back the black stain covering it, if only a little. Every time the metal of the ring brushed the sensitive cock while she milked it, the glow intensified. The gem rejoiced; his essence reacted inside her.
“Haaa… fuck… keep going, squeeze it all out… your throat is so delicious.” Shirou panted and growled, his legs trembling.
He accepted being milked by that virgin, desperate mouth. The small, tight body of this beautiful woman was so erotic; watching her lips stretched around his cock was magnificent. The pleasure of taking something pure and soiling it… filled him with a dark kind of joy.
Madoka kept licking eagerly until the last drops left the tip, swallowed everything with a happy little sound, and pressed her cheek against the thick shaft that remained hard, breathing hard. Her belly was slightly rounded. Her lips were swollen and shiny with saliva and cum as she licked up the last of it. Her eyes were still glassy, but finally a little clearer.
The emptiness inside her no longer screamed so loudly.
But she still wasn’t completely full.
.........
Shirou remained at the foot of the bed, looking at the delicate feminine beauty stretched out before him.
Madoka lay back, her slender yet plump legs spread wide open, white knee-high socks still on but soaked. She used the soft, delicate fingers of both hands to spread her vaginal lips, exposing the pink, glistening interior of her virgin pussy. That hole was small, tight. The outer lips barely parted enough to show the tiny entrance that clenched with every breath; her hymen was faintly visible. Her mound was covered by a small tuft of thin, very soft, almost transparent hair that hid nothing. Her swollen clit, free of its hood, pulsed clearly.
She looked at him with hazy, pleading eyes. She wanted so much more—wanted to feel his entire body over hers, wanted the heat of what she had drunk and chewed in her mouth now deep inside her.
“Fill me… please… fill me… I need it~”
Swallowing hard, Shirou felt a knot in his chest. She was so small and delicate. His fully erect, throbbing cock—glistening with saliva and cum—looked absurdly large against that pink virgin hole. He would break her; he knew he would reshape her body for himself, make it for his exclusive use.
Doubt stopped him for a moment…
Madoka’s Soul Gem glowed with a weak pink light, asking for more. She remained completely open, waiting.
Shirou moved forward slowly and positioned himself between her delicate legs. He took his thick cock in hand and guided it to the soaked entrance. The glans brushed her swollen lips and slid up and down, spreading fluids; he tried to push.
But he couldn’t enter.
That pussy was far too wet and at the same time far too tight. The head slipped again and again, unable to breach the initial resistance. Shirou growled, adjusted the angle, and pressed firmly.
“Breathe… relax…” he murmured.
Suddenly, with a wet plop, the head slid inside.
“Ah!” Madoka gasped sharply.
The thick head of the enormous cock entered, just enough to touch the hymen—its thin resistance. Shirou pushed a little more and felt himself tear through that delicate membrane, the sensation of deeper heat unmistakable. She reacted at once, half-sitting up, hands clutching the sheets as a choked cry escaped her mouth.
“Ahhh!… it hurts.”
But she did not close her legs. On the contrary, she spread them wider, trembling and crying a little, yet still keeping herself exposed to the powerfully built man looming over her.
Shirou advanced little by little.
His thick cock forced the virgin vaginal walls, scraping and opening them without mercy. Under the pale skin of Madoka’s belly a clear bulge began to form—the shape of his shaft advancing inch by inch, deforming her stomach from the inside. She looked down and gasped, hypnotized and stunned, watching her own body stretch and adapt for him.
“Nngh… so thick…” she sobbed. “It feels… so deep.”
He did not stop until the tip touched the delicate hard point inside her—the cervix.
A soft but firm impact against her deepest place. Madoka arched with a sharp moan. The giant cock opening her wasn’t even fully inside; half of it still remained outside—the rest simply wouldn’t fit in her small body. The bulge in her belly was obvious: an elongated, thick protrusion that pulsed in time with Shirou’s heartbeat.
He breathed hard, sweating from the warm sensations and the irregular, rhythmic pressure around his cock.
“You’re… too tight.” He growled. “I can’t even get all the way in…”
Madoka looked at him, eyes teary. But it wasn’t from pain—it was from need.
“Don’t… don’t take it out… don’t take it out…” she begged, voice broken. “Fill me… even if it hurts… open me~… break me~…”
Her Soul Gem glowed a little brighter.
Still hesitant, yet already too deep, Shirou began to move.
He was gentle at first, wanting her to grow accustomed to his girth and size; the touches against her cervix were controlled so as not to damage her. Not too much. Not yet. In the middle of those controlled thrusts he noticed the pink glow of a ring, one that flashed with pure pink light.
“Magic in an object?”
The fact didn’t strike him as strange. There were mages who concentrated their energy in objects; being in another world might mean this was more ordinary than it seemed. Even so, he had neither met nor seen another mage in all the time he had been here—this was his first encounter. A very hot and intimate one.
Every time he moved, the flashing pulse seemed to synchronize. The mana transfer was taking effect; the semen she had swallowed was already refilling her magical core, and now the direct contact, the deep friction, was feeding her gem even more.
Gritting his teeth, he continued. He pulled out until only the head remained inside, then thrust back in hard.
Plap… plap… schlick… plap!
The wet sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room. Each thrust made Madoka’s fluids splash against his thighs and lower belly. She cried out, nails digging into his forearms.
“Ahhh!… sir… kiss me… please kiss me!”
“Shirou… call me Shirou…” he leaned in and whispered against her ear.
“Ngh! S-Shirou… Shirou… kiss me please!~” she demanded.
He granted her request, leaning down and joining his mouth to hers. The kiss was clumsy and desperate, tongues tangling while he kept fucking her without stopping. Plap-plap-plap-schlick! The glans struck her cervix again and again, smearing it with pre-cum that filtered into that small opening; she dug her nails into his forearms with every impact. At first that place had felt like a firm wall that refused to yield, but the constant battering and pressure, together with the pre-cum seeping in, began to soften it.
Madoka arched her back. She felt the exact moment when something that should never open began to do so.
“Nngh!… it’s opening!… it’s opening!…”
With a deep thrust, the cervix yielded.
The thick head punched through the resistance and sank deeper; more of the cock disappeared inside her, though still not all of it. The bulge in her belly suddenly grew larger—now visible from the navel downward, an elongated, thick protrusion that moved with every thrust.
“Ghaaaa!… Ahh!… Nghhhhhhhh! Hmmmmm!…” Madoka screamed. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of her mouth in a complete ahegao. Saliva slid down her cheek.
The savage orgasm from such brutal use of her cunt shattered her, leaving her mind blank.
A hot jet of juices sprayed from her cunt around Shirou’s cock, soaking him all the way to the balls. Her inner walls clamped down with brutal pressure, as if trying to milk him. The cervical ring tightened like a glove around his shaft, locking him in place so he couldn’t move even a centimeter—it was as if they had knotted.
“Fuck!…” Shirou growled, sweat dripping down his forehead. “You’re… too tight…”
Plap… schlick… plap-plap!
He kept moving, barely managing it. Every thrust now went deeper; the bulge in Madoka’s belly rose and fell obscenely. She could only moan and drool, her body convulsing in waves of a pleasure she had never experienced in her virgin life.
The Soul Gem pulsed with increasing intensity.
The emotions now drowning her fed the gem with unfamiliar feelings—yet it was a delicious ecstasy her mind could not understand while her body fully accepted it. Madoka felt the emptiness closing little by little, replaced by the sweetest heat that filled her all the way to the tips of her fingers.
“More…” she begged in a broken, syrupy voice, tongue still hanging out. “Don’t stop… keep filling me…”
Still trapped by the absurd pressure of her insides, Shirou could only obey and continue fucking her with deep, wet thrusts. His pre-cum stained the small uterus that was molding itself around the thick cock invading it, throbbing and pulsing.
Madoka let out a long, deep moan, writhing under the muscular body that covered her small frame with smothering heat.
“Ahh!… it’s… filling up!~”
Shirou intertwined his fingers with hers, squeezing tightly as the final wave of pleasure crashed through him. The orgasm he felt was unlike any he had ever known—deeper, denser, as if his own Od were spilling out together with his semen. He growled against Madoka’s slender neck, tasting her sweat. His body was taut; his cock pulsed uncontrollably inside the opened uterus.
Semen poured out in thick, hot spurts—dense strands that slammed against the uterine ceiling.
First it filled the deepest part of the womb, a lumpy, fertile mass that expanded into every cavity. Then it climbed the inner walls, pushing up into the fallopian tubes; the thick white fluid filtered through those narrow ducts, filling them centimeter by centimeter until they were completely saturated. The excess had nowhere to escape—the cervix remained sealed around the shaft, trapping everything inside. Madoka’s belly began to inflate, rounding that pale abdominal skin, the outline of the cock still visible while semen continued to pour in with every pulse.
“Nngh… so hot~…” she sobbed, legs locking tightly around Shirou’s waist, heels digging firmly into his back. “Don’t leave… fill me even more~…”
Even if he had tried, Shirou could not have pulled out—the internal pressure held him trapped. With no other choice, he lowered his head and fully savored the tender skin of Madoka’s neck, licking the salty liquid, leaving a few hickeys. He moved lower. Those small, charming breasts rose and fell with every breath; the hard, intense-pink nipples pointed upward, extremely sensitive.
He took them into his mouth.
He sucked hard yet carefully, as if expecting to draw milk from them. His tongue circled the left nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he sucked with force. Madoka arched her back with a different kind of moan this time. It wasn’t sexual pleasure—it was warmer, deeper; a maternal emotion flooding her chest.
“Ahh… it feels… it’s like…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. She only tightened her legs around him and held his head against her breast while he moved to the other nipple and sucked with the same intensity.
The Soul Gem, glowing pure pink, pushed back the darkness that still surrounded it—driven by the warm, protective emotion Madoka felt at having Shirou suckling her small breasts like a hungry baby. The maternal sensation, together with the pleasure of her uterus full of semen, filled and purified her gem, stabilizing it.
Shirou kept sucking those small tits, growling against the soft porcelain skin while the last thick spurts of semen finished occupying every last millimeter of Madoka’s womb and oviducts. Her belly was left completely swollen, showing an advanced state of pregnancy and radiating warmth to the touch.
Madoka moaned as she stroked the red hair against her chest, tears of pleasure sliding down her cheeks. Her entire body trembled around the cock still throbbing inside her womb.
The pressure, the grip around his cock, seemed to ease a little, and with that he was finally able to move again. Shirou wanted more—wanted to savor much more of this small body completely at his disposal.
He changed position. He shifted and loosened his hold on her waist. Now he took Madoka’s left leg and lifted it up onto his shoulder; this made her body turn halfway onto her side, her round little ass fully exposed. The new angle let him sink a little deeper into her, exploring and touching new zones of her uterus with his glans.
Plap… plap… schlick-plap!
Madoka moaned, saliva spilling and dripping down her chin. She clutched the sheets; the ribbons holding her hair began to come loose with every thrust.
He felt the texture of the high sock that still covered her delicate leg—it was slightly damp. He took it and slowly rolled it down and off, revealing that soft, pale porcelain skin: thigh, calf, ankle, and that foot… left completely bare. The sock was tossed aside.
Then, in a better position, he licked the inner side of her thigh all the way down to the ankle, tasting that delicate skin with its thin layer of sweet flavor. He savored it and continued lower along the arch of her foot, finally taking her toes between his lips, sliding his tongue between them, licking and sucking those carefully manicured toes. He sucked them one by one while still thrusting; the salty-sweet taste was something unique to a woman like her.
Her small teenage body responded to his thrusts and his adult cock as it opened her teenage pussy; her little pussy, barely beginning to understand the joys of being a woman, was being reshaped to the pleasure of a man like him.
“Nhng… S-Shirou…” Madoka writhed, curling her toes inside his mouth. “That… tickles… ahh~”
PLAP-Plap-Plap!
His heavy balls slapped against her perineum and the plump flesh of her ass with every thrust, splashing the thick mixture of semen and vaginal juices. A sticky white foam had already begun to form at the base of his cock from the friction and the mingling of fluids. That substance spilled down Madoka’s thighs and was scattered by the balls that struck the space between her delicate, delicious legs.
Her messy pink hair, even when tied back in small pigtails, stuck to her forehead and neck from sweat. She exuded an innocent yet depraved contrast—a slutty schoolgirl—while maintaining her innocent schoolgirl look, with her hair swept to one side and her toes being licked.
Shirou stopped licking those delicate, delicious toes and let his rough voice out.
“You’re so wet… so tight… so delicious…”
Schlick… Plap… Schlick-Plap!
Madoka only let out a choked moan, clutching the sheets. The bulge in her belly kept moving obscenely every time he struck the ceiling of her uterus. Her Soul Gem continued to feed on the feelings of the moment—those emotions awakened by every sensation racing through her body.
Shirou returned to sucking her toes, sliding his tongue between them. The slap of his balls with every thrust kept soaking and scattering the foamy mixture of their combined fluids.
He was thoroughly enjoying how small and tight this body was. Madoka was tiny—truly tiny. Her small virgin, immaculate body; her modest tits; her plump ass; those slender legs that could barely close around him; her greedy little virgin cunt, tight and narrow. She was letting him savor a pleasure he had never experienced with any of the many partners he had taken before—both in his old world and even with some in this one.
The height difference, his body covering her delicate feminine frame, her insides bulging as they barely managed to take his cock… she herself was awakening a fetish in him. She was a fetish of the tender and the perverse: that sweet figure radiating innocence with her pastel-pink hair tied in twin tails, yet possessing the skill and sexual greed of a hungry woman.
And now he wanted to keep enjoying her tight body. That greedy pussy that imprisoned and massaged him, begging for more hot semen—which he would gladly give her.
.......
Shirou lifted her from the bed and held Madoka’s body in his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her.
His large, powerful hands easily supported that delicate frame; they traced her slender waist before gripping those plump ass cheeks. He held her like a sex doll. She, in turn, moaned even louder, tongue lolling out and drooling as the internal pressure grew stronger—her own weight forcing her down harder onto that enormous cock. Her feet hung limp on either side, toes curling from the sensations inside her womb.
He fucked her standing, moving her for his own pleasure, lifting and dropping her onto his cock with brutal ease.
Plap… plap… Schlick-plap!
The wet slap of their bodies echoed through the room. Every time he lowered her, the thick glans struck the uterine ceiling like a battering ram, churning the semen inside; the excess was forced out and streamed down his shaft to the floor. Madoka’s belly bulged and flattened with the thrusts, her small breasts with their hard nipples pressed against his muscular chest, her plump ass jiggled, and her tight little pucker twitched from the exposure.
“Ah… Ahh… Ahhh… Shirou… so deep… my womb~”
She lunged forward and kissed him, mouth open and desperate, tongue seeking his. Shirou returned the kiss while continuing to use her body like a toy. Saliva escaped between them. Madoka moaned and tangled her fingers in his red hair, gripping tightly so they wouldn’t separate even a millimeter. She didn’t want to leave those lips or stop sharing her saliva with his.
“Mnhmm…. Nghnnn… fuck me~… kiss me~… fuck me,” she moaned between kisses and gasps.
He growled and sped up his thrusts, lifting the small body until only the thick head remained inside before letting her drop hard with her full weight.
PLAP-plap-plap-schlick!
The sound of wet skin striking wet skin grew louder and more obscene. Semen and vaginal juices streamed down their thighs in thick strands, forming a puddle beneath them. His heavy balls slapped against Madoka’s ass with every thrust; her little pucker pulsed with each impact. The foamy mixture was churned and then washed out by her orgasms, dripping to the floor like pastry cream.
She stayed locked around him, refusing to let go. Her Soul Gem now pulsed in time with her womb as it received the deep battering. She let herself be used and fucked for this man’s pleasure—her body existing for that single purpose.
“You’re so light…” Shirou whispered between kisses, voice rough. “You feel like a fucktoy… a sex doll…”
Madoka could only moan and pant, her body spasming as she received a fresh dose of hot sperm. Her belly swelled warmly, only to be partially emptied again by the rapid movements of the thick, monstrous cock; the cervix was useless now against the solid pressure of the shaft driving through it. Madoka’s cunt was already being molded, beginning to take the shape of one single man—they were being bonded, her pussy and the cock flooding it with delicious seed.
In the middle of all that movement and the slickness of their bodies, Madoka’s frame slipped from Shirou’s hands.
For a second she hung suspended solely by the thick cock impaled to the deepest point. Her own weight did the rest, forcing the remaining length of the enormous cock fully inside her, pushing her womb upward. The bulge under her skin shot higher, clearly visible above her navel—an elongated protrusion with a thicker, pulsing tip.
“Ahhhhhh!...”
Madoka squirted uncontrollably, letting out a high-pitched cry. A clear jet sprayed out around the base of the cock, splashing Shirou’s stomach and thighs. Excess semen poured from her, streaming down her thighs in thick, lumpy white strands that joined the wet sounds filling the room.
Her eyes were wide open, mouth forming a perfect “O” of surprise and ecstasy. Her legs trembled as she clung to Shirou with shaking hands, feeling herself supported by only one point of force inside her—her womb being abused by an overwhelming strength.
The cervical ring regained its strength and closed tightly around the invading shaft. The uterine walls clamped the trunk with near-painful force; they wanted to milk him dry and drain him completely.
Shirou trembled and groaned at what his cock had to endure. He clung to her, mixing their wetness.
“Madoka… fuck… I can’t…”
He came again, another load of thick, hot, lumpy sperm.
Spurt… Spurt… Spurt!
Madoka’s belly swelled even more, taking on an even more obscene appearance that stood out against her delicate, slender figure. The new batch of semen mixed with the old, invading every crevice and pushing into the oviducts; the excess was forced out under pressure, cascading down with the juices of her newest orgasm and forming an enormous puddle of fluids on the floor.
“Nhhhhgggmmmmm!….. Ahhhhhhhh!”
Madoka screamed to the heavens. Not only from the pleasure she felt, but from the deep sensations and emotions taking root inside her.
The hot, lumpy, fertile semen filling every corner of her uterus finally awakened something within her. Something instinctive, primitive, and maternal… the true experience of being a woman. She was being seeded, bred, impregnated. The fertile essence and seed filled her, feeding her female instincts. The hot semen nourished her, recharging her essence as a magical girl; every pulse of his cock, every drop of semen restored a little more of what she had lost, closing the emptiness that had brought her to the brink of collapse.
“It feels… it feels so good~” Madoka clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. “So warm… so rich~…”
Her Soul Gem pulsed with pure pink light; nothing remained of the darkness that had stained it. The gem throbbed, fed by the pleasure, the semen in her womb, and the powerful emotion of being possessed—the feeling of being filled and fulfilling her role as a woman. Sensations and emotions she did not fully understand, yet her body accepted completely.
Shirou continued to support Madoka’s weight with only his cock and one arm around her waist. He panted, sweating, his cock still pulsing and spilling semen into that uterus that massaged him with demanding force, milking more of his seed.
He felt the pull on his essence—his Od being used to feed and recharge her. The smothering heat of Madoka seemed to have lessened, yet that did nothing to stop her from being a greedy little slut whose cunt squeezed his cock, begging for so much more.
......
The night had advanced. The thick smell of sex and dampness had settled into a depraved atmosphere inside the room—an obscene love nest.
Hours had passed since the moment Shirou’s cock was first taken by Madoka. Hours of the sound of skin against skin, of muffled moans against the pillow or between their lips, sounds that only paused when both needed to catch their breath before resuming with even greater intensity.
The bedsheets were a disaster—a map of wet stains from vaginal fluids and semen. Dried foam and puddles on the floor still glistened under the artificial light of the room.
Shirou sat on a dry patch of the bed, finally resting. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His cock rested semi-hard and heavy across his thigh, glistening, still coated in the mixture of fluids from the last round.
Madoka beside him was not resting completely.
She lay on her side, head resting in his lap, her sweat-slick body curved naturally. Her salmon-pink hair was a mess—strands stuck to her forehead, the twin tails long undone so that her hair now fell to her shoulders and against Shirou’s skin. Her warm, wet tongue was out; with her current position she shifted his cock so that it fell across her face and began to lick the hot shaft, tracing every vein, savoring the mixed taste of their fluids.
His scent and flavor were dense.
Remnants of foam had dried on the shaft, giving it a texture like caramel coating an apple. In places thick clumps still clung; Madoka gathered them with fervent devotion, her tongue tracing every crease.
“Mhmmm… it still tastes so good~…” she moaned as she licked the larger clumps accumulated around the frenulum, her tongue sweeping every corner of the glans.
She cleaned every possible spot, licking and tasting. A salty, spicy flavor that made her womb and pussy throb; her wetness remained constant. Not a single drop or clump escaped her. Each slow, thorough lick polished the cock until it was clean.
Shirou stroked the pink strands, fingers threading through her hair. He did not stop the devoted attention—he simply relaxed and let out a long sigh, enjoying that warm tongue tending to his cock after it had been milked for hours.
“You’re going to get it hard again if you keep doing that…” he said, still stroking her hair, tone light and teasing.
Madoka lifted her gaze from the side, looking up at the male she was tending. She smiled—small, tired, yet satisfied in her submission… but still hungry. She needed more of him.
“I don’t mind… I want… I want more…” She returned to licking the shaft with devotion, her tongue tracing the thick vein underneath that was already beginning to throb.
She licked with obscene dedication, dragging the full length of her tongue as far as it would go in slow strokes, coating him in her saliva and tasting him completely with her taste buds, feeling his pulsing heat. Her womb still swollen with semen, she caressed it affectionately. Shirou’s comfortable lap was everything to her—the masculine scent, her newly discovered world of pleasure.
Outside, the night in Mitakihara continued on, oblivious to the passion unfolding inside a hotel room. The place where, without knowing it, Shirou was feeding a magical girl—keeping her from collapsing into the void by nourishing her with his Od.
......
Madoka gave one last long lick along the entire semi-hard shaft, tracing every vein and the thick bulging one, feeling the pulse against her tongue. When she pulled away, a long strand of saliva still connected her lips to that cock. She felt the gentle strokes through her hair.
As she shifted on the bed, a little of that sticky white foam still clung to her lower lip. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked it clean, savoring it until she swallowed everything.
Shirou watched her lick her lips, saw that expression of depraved desire. Then she turned on the bed and got onto all fours.
Her knees sank into the mattress; her hands planted firmly. She arched her back with seductive slowness, lowering her chest until it touched the sheets and raising her hips as high as possible. Her plump ass was completely exposed to Shirou; the cheeks parted slightly, showing everything.
Shirou held his breath for a second. His mouth went dry. He trembled slightly. His cock rose and hardened in an instant, pulsing, ready to mate again.
First he saw her swollen, glistening cunt—slightly open and reddened from hours of use—dripping clear fluids mixed with the semen still held inside. But what drew his attention most now was the tighter little hole above it.
Her puckered hole. Her anus.
It was small, delicate, and pulsing—a soft pink almost the same shade as her nipples, though darker at the center. The skin around it was smooth, soaked with sweat and the fluids that had slid down to it. It clenched and pulsed, revealing its wet interior. The involuntary wink invited Shirou to touch it. Every time Madoka breathed, that little hole pulsed open into a perfect “O” before closing again—a coquettish wink that called to him.
Madoka looked back over her shoulder. Her hair was messy and stuck to her face; her gaze was hazy, hungry for more pleasure.
“Please… I want more… fuck me more… fill me again… Shirou~”
She rocked her hips back and forth. Her ass tensed and her anus winked again—silent and obscene.
Shirou ran his tongue over his dry lips. His cock ached from how hard it was. That pink hole in front of him pulsed, inviting him to take it. That small body on the bed was begging to be mounted, and that hole with its mischievous little winks was asking to be used.
Madoka waited, hips raised high, back arched, ass fully exposed. She wanted to feel more pleasure, wanted to feel herself opened and filled with warm milk again in her womb, wanted to feel her vaginal walls scraped by the thick, hot masculine member. The emptiness inside her had been replaced by expectation and a hunger… a dark, curious hunger that now pulsed in her hips, in her exposed holes.
She moaned and trembled when she felt Shirou behind her. She breathed hard, waiting to be filled.
He positioned himself behind that small body, took his thick, heavy cock in hand, and rubbed it against her dripping pussy, gathering the mixture of semen and vaginal nectar. The thick head slid several times over those swollen, wet lips, coating itself completely. Then he raised it higher.
The thick, swollen purple tip settled against the puckered pink hole. She gasped at the sensation.
“There…? He’s going to put it there…? But that hole isn’t for sex… it’s a tighter, more closed hole… he’ll break me… I’ll be completely opened~…”
Her mind was clouded. She felt both fear and anticipation at the thickness and heat of the thick head pulsing against her small, narrow anus. Even so, she remained still and waiting, like a female in heat ready for mounting, breathing hard while the wink of her hole grew more frequent under the warmth of the thick, hot fluid that began to cover and lubricate it.
Shirou felt the pull and the desire to open the last place in this small feminine body that was giving itself over to pleasure. He saw how that small, clean, pure body—despite everything—was one that begged to be thoroughly fucked… and he wanted to take all of it for himself.
So now, with his thick, bulbous tip positioned, he pushed.
The anus offered immediate and fierce resistance; the sphincter clenched hard, refusing to yield. The glans, though lubricated and leaking blobs of pre-cum, barely managed to open a slight gap in the wrinkled ring. He pressed harder, his tense hands gripping the thick ass cheeks, but that hole still refused him entry.
“Relax…” Shirou whispered—more to her and to himself, holding back the urge to force his way in and hurt her. “Breathe… let me in…”
Madoka only moaned, releasing trembling breaths. Still, she listened. After a few seconds of constant pressure, her sphincter yielded just enough.
Plop…
The thick head finally breached the tight ring; the rest remained outside, held back by the brutal resistance of the sphincter that now closed around the corona of the glans like a living ring—tight and pulsing. The texture inside was very different from her pussy: dry at the entrance, yet immediately hotter deeper in—smothering, velvety, and far tighter. The interior of Madoka’s ass wanted to expel him and, at the same time, suck him deeper.
“So tight…”
Shirou trembled, sighing at the pressure and heat around his cock.
Madoka opened her mouth in a silent scream.
“It hurts! He’s opening me!… He’s breaking my ass… his cock… his hot cock is opening and breaking me!~…”
The sphincter kept squeezing the glans rhythmically, as if trying to milk the small portion that had managed to enter. Shirou hissed, sweating from the heat, the pulsing, and the velvety texture that enveloped only the tip of his cock. He stayed still, waiting for the right moment to open more of that narrow hole, being careful with her.
“Fuck… you’re so tight… I haven’t even gotten all the way in and you’re already milking me…”
Madoka remained trembling on all fours, nails digging into the sheets, ass raised high, her pink anus stretched around the thick glans that had barely penetrated her, forcing the hole open to disproportionate size. A strand of saliva escaped her mouth and slid down her chin. Her Soul Gem began to glow in pulses, fed by the new sensations blooming inside her—pleasurable and forbidden.
Shirou waited, holding still so she could adjust. His cock throbbed; the pulsing pressure around it was smothering. His pre-cum seemed to have already coated her enough to serve as lubricant. He wanted to go deeper into this narrow, pale little ass.
Gripping her plump, damp hips, Shirou began to push.
The thick cock forced its way into Madoka’s virgin anus with cruel slowness. Every centimeter, every inch that entered made her sphincter stretch to its limit, trembling around the shaft. The interior was a hot, velvety, smothering tunnel that curved along its natural path, yet he was reshaping it to the length of his cock, carving his own way. The constant heat and pressure were something Shirou had never experienced around his cock before—her walls trying to expel him and suck him deeper at the same time, the dense, muscular texture molding itself by force to his girth, giving him a passionate, searing embrace.
“F-fuck… so tight.”
Meanwhile, Madoka cried. Thick tears slid down her cheeks and onto the sheets; her hands clenched as hard as they could. Her moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure—a strange, unknown pleasure that climbed her spine with an electric sensation.
“Ahh! It hurts! It hurts so much!…” she sobbed. “It’s so thick… so hot… it’s opening me… it’s reaching my stomach!”
Even with Madoka’s complaints, Shirou did not stop. He kept pushing inch by inch until half of his cock disappeared inside that virgin little ass. Only then did he begin to move.
He pulled out a short length and thrust back in.
Plap… Plap… plap… plap…
His movements were short and tentative at first, testing the ground, but the heat and tightness were addictive; soon the rhythm became steady. Every time the cock entered it followed the warm inner curve of Madoka, molding her and brushing points she never even knew existed inside her. On every withdrawal the sphincter clung to the corona of the glans in a tight embrace, refusing to let it leave, her insides trying to pull it back.
“Ahh! Ahh! Shirou…! Slower… no… don’t stop!” Madoka cried between sobs. “It’s strange… it’s so strange!… You’re opening my ass! You’re fucking my ass! And I-I… I like it…!~”
She sobbed, crying from pleasure. A sensation that made her curl her toes and tense her legs, squeezing her anus around the warm invader. Her Soul Gem glowed, feeding on the painful sensations transformed into ecstasy—the feeling of being fucked in a place that should never be used for sex.
Plap… PLap… PLAp… PLAP…
Shirou accelerated; his thrusts became longer and deeper. His balls finally began to make contact, slapping against Madoka’s wet pussy every time he buried himself to the root. That ass, which had started the night virgin and inexperienced, now seemed made to take an enormous cock—his cock. It opened with every thrust and clamped shut on the way out, as if it already possessed the experience of a woman well-versed in anal sex… though she was a virgin who, in only minutes, had learned what would take many women years.
“Look at how you’re taking it…” Shirou growled, his hands firm on her hips, even spreading her cheeks wider to show her anus stretched around his cock. “You were a virgin before… but now your ass is sucking my cock like you’re an expert.”
“Ahhh! Ahh! You’re… breaking my ass! Don’t stop!… Don’t stop!… Fuck me more! Fuck me more!! Fuck my ass!! Fill me with milk!~…”
Madoka answered with euphoria, screaming passionately. Her expression was depraved—tongue out, gaze lost. She buried her face in the bed, soaking it with her sweat and saliva.
They both surrendered completely to the depravity and passion of sex.
Shirou fucked Madoka’s tight ass with deep, constant thrusts, his thick, enormous cock stretching that hole to extravagant proportions. His shaft followed the shape of her interior and molded it for his exclusive use, feeling every contraction and tremor. She cried and moaned for more, her screams of ecstasy echoing through the room, her small body trembling as it received the battering of strong masculine hips, her anus reshaping itself for sexual use, her hips enduring the impact.
Outside the hotel everything remained silent—it was already the early hours of a new day.
Inside the room, a depraved sexual parade continued, with Madoka moaning and screaming words she would never have said in her life, words that only came out now without her even knowing what she was saying, simply because a cock was buried so deep in her ass. Shirou, for his part, only growled occasionally; inside he felt the satisfaction of taking a woman’s last virginity for himself.
The in-and-out was constant, hard, and deep. The slap of his thick, heavy balls against her swollen, soaked pussy joined the cacophony of their passion.
But in the middle of it, Shirou pulled his cock out suddenly and completely.
Schlick… plop…
A wet, obscene sound rang out when the thick cock left Madoka’s interior. What remained in view made him swallow hard; a strand of seminal fluid dripped from his cock.
That ass in front of him was completely gaping.
A dark, round hole fully open. Far larger than it had been minutes before, molded to the shape of his cock. The pink, glistening interior was clearly visible; the walls trembled and clenched around emptiness, wanting to squeeze or to grip the thick cock that had just opened them.
Madoka’s ass was open, vulnerable, used and fucked. A thick strand of fluids dripped from the rim, sliding down over her pussy to join the cascade of juices and semen already pouring out.
She moaned, face still buried in the sheets. She felt the air entering her through the open hole. She tried to close the sphincter; the effort only made the gaping hole wink slightly. It pulsed open and closed, calling to the male who had opened it.
“Nngh… it’s so open… put it back in, please… please… put it back in~…”
Shirou didn’t need to be told twice. He would never refuse that beautiful voice asking him.
He lined his hard, glistening cock up against the dilated hole and thrust in a single stroke. He sank to the root without any resistance; from below, a moving bulge could be seen in Madoka’s belly following the thick cock filling her. With her anus already molded, the movements no longer met resistance.
Plap!… plap!… plap!… plap!…
The thrusts were deep and brutal, without mercy. The impact of his balls against Madoka’s pussy grew wetter with the jets of vaginal juices she sprayed. Every time he pulled out, the anus clung to him, a little of her pink flesh pulling outward with his cock, refusing to let go. Madoka screamed obscenities and moaned, clinging to the sheets while her body endured the thrusts and rocked forward and back.
“Ah! Ahhh! Yes!… Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder!”
Shirou accelerated to the limit; his balls already ached from the constant slap against her. The internal heat, the pressure, the sight of that small ass being opened by him—the sensations around his cock could no longer be contained… they were too much to bear.
“I’m cumming… take it all!”
Spurt!… spurt!… spurt!… spurt!
He came with brutal force. The jets shot out under pressure—thick, powerful ropes that raced through Madoka’s intestines, searching for a place to pool; they found it when the semen reached her stomach. She felt the hot substance filling her, the dense, burning impact traveling through her insides and rising, the heat settling behind her pulsing uterus and climbing even higher. Her stomach inflated little by little, but in a different way—now she was being filled from behind; she was being forced to drink and feed on semen through her ass. To swallow it so her body would have to digest it directly. A small belch escaped her, carrying the salty, warm essence of the semen.
“Ahh!… *Cough* Oh! Hmmm… It’s filling me!… I can feel it in my stomach~”
Madoka clutched the sheets, even pounding the bed amid her unrestrained cries at the sensations inside her.
Meanwhile her Soul Gem gave a long flash; the magical essence contained in the hot, lumpy, fertile semen was absorbed through her internal walls. Her soul rejoiced, drinking every drop of mana being injected directly into her digestive system.
Shirou kept thrusting, finishing emptying himself, holding her thick hips to make sure he stayed at the deepest point so every last drop would be received. His balls received a hot bath of Madoka’s vaginal juices—the continuous warm jets that struck and slid over them.
Spurt!… spurt!…
The sound of his ejaculations grew weaker in volume. Shirou stayed still while he finished releasing the largest load of his life. This small girl had driven him to a peak of pleasure he had never experienced before. Even though he felt a little more exhausted physically and spiritually, his cock still throbbed, releasing a few final ropes of semen inside that tight ass.
As the last drops of semen spilled out, his cock began to soften slightly. Semen started to leak and slide down his shaft—until the sphincter tightened again, squeezing and holding him prisoner.
He felt a powerful pressure around his cock that made him raise an eyebrow. He tried to pull out, but it was useless.
The sphincter closed even tighter, as if that tight tunnel had decided to become the jailer and owner of the cock that had molded and invaded it. Madoka was still lost in the aftershocks of her residual orgasms, her mind clouded, body almost catatonic. She only let out a rough, barely audible whimper.
“Don’t take it out… I still want it… deep inside~”
Shirou clicked his tongue. He felt an enormous pressure and emptiness when he tried to withdraw. He forced it again, harder, but it was still useless. The sphincter clamped down, denying him exit. In the middle of that, a depraved idea lit up in his head—a sexual position he would never have thought of practicing because of how extreme and conditional it was.
If he couldn’t pull out… what would happen if he turned?
With slow, clumsy movements he climbed onto the bed while still inside her; her moans and whimpers came at once as she was shifted. Now almost squatting on the bed, his semi-hard cock still imprisoned, he began to rotate his body. He carefully lifted one leg, protecting his erection, shifting and raising his hips. Madoka moaned at the movement; her anus clenched and pulsed every time he seemed about to separate. The motion was slight and careful, but when he finally finished, Shirou had managed to turn in the opposite direction.
They ended up butt to butt. Completely pressed together. Locked.
A sexual position that dangerously imitated canids at the end of mating. Shirou’s cock remained inside Madoka’s anus, now from the reverse angle. There the sphincter closed and pressed into a definitive vacuum. They were… dangerously knotted.
“Ahhhhhh!… Nhgmmmmm!~”
Madoka felt everything inside her. The change of angle, the new pressure, the impact against her uterus separated by only a thin layer of flesh. Now she had complete certainty that she could not separate easily… and that was exactly what made her legs tremble and drew a full ahegao from her—saliva soaking the bed, tongue tasting the wet sheets and her own thick spit.
A jet of vaginal juices sprayed from her, falling and joining the mess the bed had become. Her body trembled with orgasmic spasms; her anus contracted rhythmically around the semi-hard cock invading it, milking it even though there was nothing left to extract.
“Fuck… like this I look like a dog…”
Breathing hard, Shirou stayed still, eyes fixed on a specific point on the wall. Never in his life had he assumed such a sexual posture. It felt strange, yet incredibly obscene and pleasurable. He could feel every small contraction, every tremor, every time Madoka squeezed as if trying to keep him from leaving.
The heat and contractions of that ass, the pressure of the ring around the thickest part of his cock. The velvety, smothering, curved interior; the stifling heat and the slippery, slimy layer of fluid and semen created a unique sensation of depraved pleasure. It was a forbidden peak… something Shirou could easily become addicted to.
For Madoka the sensations would change her life. It was a unique and intense experience. At her age she was tasting such pleasure… corrupting her entire sexual experience.
Physically, inside her, the thick cock remained semi-hard, occupying her in a way that no longer hurt but still overwhelmed her. Her overworked, dilated sphincter clenched on its own and pulsed unconsciously around that cock as if declaring it belonged to her. This was animal sex—being knotted like this… something never written in any book or spoken of aloud. She was a bitch, and her Soul Gem celebrated it, feeding on those sensations.
Tears fell as she closed her eyes. She was completely full—her belly and ass packed with hot sperm and molded by the thick cock she had miraculously taken for herself. She belonged to someone; she was a female to a male… and she felt full, complete.
The thoughts of the locked pair differed, or perhaps mirrored each other, but pleasure led them to the same conclusions. Wild sex was the best, and the time they remained like this should be eternal.
But that could never last.
At some point—neither of them knew how long it had been—Madoka’s ass yielded, just enough. Shirou pulled carefully. There was a small resistance, then a wet, sucking sound, and the cock slid free completely.
Madoka’s anus was left gaping, molded open, and with that a great quantity of semen was released. A thick white jet sprayed out with force, splattering the sheets. The liquid poured for several seconds, yet most of it remained trapped inside. The hole stayed open and trembling for a long while, the pink interior clearly visible; only gradually, with effort, did it recover its shape and close. When it did, only a tight, swollen pink line remained—different from its virgin form before.
Madoka collapsed onto the bed, completely spent and sweating. She was a mess—hair tangled across her face, saliva on her chin—yet even so a soft, innocent smile formed on her lips. She lowered her hands and slowly caressed her belly; she was clearly full, rounded with a bulge that made her look pregnant.
She let out a long, exhausted sigh, but the smile never left her lips. Small and tired as it was, she looked completely happy. Her half-closed eyes held a shine of pleasure and innocent satisfaction. The touches on her belly continued, as if she wanted to feel every drop that filled her, the heat under her skin.
Shirou, lying on his side, watched her in silence. The fog of sex had lifted, leaving him unsure how to react. His cock still pulsed, remaining at half-hardness.
He had gone from wanting to help and save a young mage on the brink of collapse to fucking her for hours—fucking her completely and knotting with her obscenely. And now he saw her like this on the bed, smiling with an expression of innocent joy while stroking her full belly. The scene was… intimate, absurd, delicate, and in some strange way… right.
He moved closer.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked carefully, stroking her delicate cheek and brushing away the pink strands stuck to her skin.
Madoka leaned into the touch like a puppy seeking its master’s hand. She smiled, happy.
Shirou had expected that, seeing how sleepy she looked, everything would be over. But even with her exhausted body, she did not seem ready to stop.
“I want more…” she whispered.
“…what?”
“I want more… I want to be filled again~ I want more semen…”
He stared at her, looking at that innocent, exhausted smile, yet the half-lidded eyes still shone with lust. He continued touching her cheek, but he felt that this night was not finished yet.
And knowing the age she had—thanks to the identification he had seen at the beginning of the evening—Shirou could not help but smile inwardly with a touch of irony.
“She’s just some high school slut.”
.....
The silence that had reigned for a while was interrupted once more by the sounds of moans, growls, and the slap of flesh against flesh. The steam of their wetness, the heavy scent of sex, spread through every corner of the room in an essence intoxicating to anyone—except the pair responsible for it.
Shirou took Madoka in a new frenzy of sex. Their shared height difference was on full display: a strong, muscular body against a small, delicate one. Every position they assumed highlighted the physical disparity in the most obscene and perverted ways.
But in the end, after filling that body with as much semen as it could hold, the small girl now knelt before the one who had thoroughly desecrated her.
Madoka was on her knees, eyes lifted to him, still hazy and tired. She reached out and touched his heavy balls, caressing them gently, massaging them while he stroked himself in front of her face. That enormous cock rose above her, casting a shadow that fell across her body.
Shirou held his hard cock in his hand, coated in the fluids that served as lubricant, stroking quickly. Now it was the wet sound of his own hand that filled the room. Below him Madoka waited with her mouth half-open.
Fap… fap… fap…
“Fuck… open your mouth…” he ordered.
She obeyed, opening wide and sticking out her tongue. She even brought her hands up to either side of her face, ready to receive everything he had to give.
Fap!… fap!… fap!…
Reaching his limit, Shirou growled.
“…Take it all!”
She sighed and moaned at the first contact.
The first hot jet of semen struck her cheek directly. The second hit her forehead and the top of her head, soaking her hair. The third landed straight in her open mouth. He did not hold back; he kept stroking and shooting semen onto every part of Madoka’s body, bathing her completely. Thick, hot, lumpy ropes fell across her shoulders, her small breasts, her neck. The semen on her cheeks slid down onto her thighs; other strands landed directly on her hands.
Madoka stayed still, bathing in the thick, hot substance. Semen covered every part of her body, but her face, lips, and tongue were coated in the greatest amounts. She swallowed everything in her mouth, deliberately letting some spill to bathe her thighs further. In the middle of her semen shower, her ring came into direct contact with a thick jet that struck her hand and covered it completely. The metal was stained white, and her gem flared with an incandescent light, feeding on the Od contained in the semen. She arched her back and let out a long moan; a jet of vaginal juices formed a puddle beneath her as her body trembled with pure, blinding pleasure. She had received a hot bath straight into her soul.
“Ahhhh~… it feels so hot… I can feel it all over my body~”
Shirou finished milking himself, spilling the last ropes across her chest and swollen belly. Madoka remained in the same position, bathed in strands of hot white fluid that slid and stained her completely. She smeared it over her body like lotion and licked and swallowed the rest; no part of her was left unmarked. In the midst of it all, her Soul Gem glowed with a unique, pure pink light.
Through the window, the first rays of sunlight filtered between the curtains.
The room was in total disarray—puddles of fresh and dried semen and vaginal juices staining every corner of the bed and parts of the floor like varnish. The bed itself was a tangled, soaked mess.
In the middle of it, unable to stay conscious any longer, Madoka Kaname collapsed to the floor like a lifeless doll. Shirou immediately lunged to check on her, but the soft smile still drawn on her lips and her gentle breathing calmed him. She had simply been unable to withstand the exhaustion of her thoroughly used body—a body that was now well-fed, with a Soul Gem cleaner than it had ever been.
.....
She didn’t remember what had happened. What had occurred? Was she at home? She felt strange—slightly overwhelmed, her body mildly sore. Yet strangely happy.
Madoka opened her eyes slowly.
Light filtered through curtains she didn’t recognize; everything around her was unfamiliar. She blinked several times, disoriented, searching for an answer to this place. Then the thick smell flooded her senses—it smelled like… forgotten damp laundry.
“Where am I…? What is this?”
Her body was completely naked. Not a scrap of clothing except for one sock.
The blanket tickled her skin in a strangely intimate way. When she moved she felt something very odd between her legs. There was an unusual sense of looseness, a hollowness. Her vagina, always tight and intact, now felt swollen, sensitive, and open. Further back, her anus also held a sensation of looseness—a residual pulse and echo, as if something extremely thick had been there and left a persistent memory.
But what startled her most was her belly…
She lowered a trembling hand and stroked the curve of her stomach. It was rounded and taut, swollen as if she had eaten far too much. Inside she felt a warm liquid shifting, a sensation of fullness from her lower belly up toward her chest. Every breath made that weight move, producing a watery sound that echoed in her ears.
And her body was wet, coated in a sticky layer like varnish.
Inside and out. Between her legs a wet, sticky substance slid down her thighs; she shivered as she became aware of it. The heavy smell of the room stung her nose, stirring a smothering feeling that made her vagina pulse and her ass clench.
Above all else—and something she unconsciously wanted to reject—was that she was lying against the arm and near the chest of a complete stranger. The scent of sweat and masculine aroma, the soft sound of his breathing and the calm beat of his heart in her ear made Madoka more conscious of that person. His masculine presence felt familiar… as if she recognized him, and yet she didn’t.
She tensed; her heart began to pound. Looking up, she saw a sleeping face: red hair, serious features, defined jaw. It was a man completely unknown to her.
“Wha—… w-what happened?”
She remembered nothing of what had led her to this moment. Only a little of the fight with the witch, the labyrinth, the excessive use of her magic, and the emptiness her body felt as her Soul Gem darkened… but from there onward she had no memories.
There was a blank space in her memory.
She didn’t know why she was naked with an unknown man, why her body was sticky and covered in hickeys and remnants of whitish substance, or why there was that strange taste in her mouth.
She pulled away from her current position, where she herself had intertwined one leg with his. Since they were sleeping directly on the floor, she edged away carefully. She had to get away… forget that this had ever happened.
Then flashes of memory flooded her mind.
They weren’t ordered recollections—they were a violent torrent of smothering memories. The dark street, the stifling heat, a desperate kiss, an enormous cock opening her mouth, the loss of her virginity, her anus being opened, the bulge in her belly full of hot substance… the impossible sexual positions, the shower of semen that covered her body and her gem.
All of it at once made Madoka let out a scream. A sharp scream full of panic and shame. She jumped back, hands covering her bare breasts and sex even though it meant nothing anymore—there was nothing left on her body to hide.
“What… what did I do to you?!!… What did you do to me?!!”
Shirou woke with a start, searching for the source of the noise, and saw the girl there in panic. He raised his open hands in a calming gesture.
“Good morning—no… wait… it’s not what… let me explain…”
But she heard nothing.
Hysterically she searched the room, found her school blouse and pulled it on, barely buttoning it. She grabbed her skirt and yanked it on clumsily. She didn’t look for her bra or panties—she left them where they were, completely soaked. The last of her socks, still rolled on her leg, she stripped off and forced her shoes on with difficulty.
Shirou tried to approach, to calm the situation.
“Please listen to me… I didn’t—”
“Don’t touch me!… I don’t want to hear anything!” she shouted, voice breaking.
She ran, slamming the door behind her. Her presence was chaos—blouse half-buttoned, skirt twisted, hair tangled. The ring, her Soul Gem, continued to glow with pure pink light, completely at odds with what she felt or expressed.
Shirou stood still in the middle of the disordered room, completely naked, eyes fixed on the door through which she had fled.
He didn’t try to chase her. He simply didn’t know how to react. So he could only sigh.
“Fuck. What the hell am I going to do now?”
He ran a hand over his face, then scratched his red hair.
That girl had run away, frightened of him. Nearby, her student ID was still there. He picked it up, hoping that when she returned for it he could try to make it up to her and seek her forgiveness for the misunderstanding and the current situation.
Shirou sank to the floor. He felt empty inside. The Od he had transferred had nearly ruined him, despite the pleasure he had felt.
.....
Madoka ran without looking back, stopping for nothing.
When she reached home she was lucky—her parents and brother were not there, so she did not have to explain why she was arriving at this hour or why she was so poorly dressed. She breathed hard; her body felt heavy… and yet empty at the same time. It was as if something of her had been left behind in that room with the red-haired man.
She lowered a trembling hand to her abdomen. A warm shiver ran through her entire body at the touch. Her belly was still swollen, full of the warm substance that weighed on her and still had not fully settled after the run. The memory of how she had been filled struck her hard—the memory of that thick, enormous cock opening her and feeding her with that salty, lumpy substance. How that substance had bathed her completely, and how it had bathed her gem.
She brought both hands to her mouth, feeling nauseous. She tried to vomit.
She ran to a trash can, kneeling as her body convulsed, but nothing came out. Only dry heaves, the salty taste still impregnating her tongue. She felt disgust, and fear.
She knew she had had sex. She knew that what was still dripping between her legs was sperm—the substance responsible for making a baby. And she had had unprotected sex with a complete stranger, being filled for hours, which could bring terrible consequences.
Yet even with those future consequences weighing on her, she still felt a wave of satisfaction course through her being. When she stood up, a treacherous smile formed on her lips.
The smile could not be stopped; it was unconscious. Her body was feeling something internal, something biological. Something that, despite her nature as a magical girl, was inevitable… even more so with the semen of such an extraordinary person as her lover had been.
Inside her overstimulated uterus, the ovaries had been awakened by the enormous quantity of semen and residual mana from Shirou and had rapidly matured an egg. That small ovum descended through the oviduct, already surrounded from the first instant by thousands of highly fertile, vigorous spermatozoa striking the protective layer, trying to penetrate it. The uterus pulsed in small contractions, still dilated and bathed in the semen it stored, as if it could feel what the egg felt at every moment.
Madoka, though she could not see what was happening inside her, felt it—supernaturally.
She felt a deep, intimate warmth, different from the residual heat of the semen. This was her body’s biological reaction to the fact that she was being inseminated. That a man had used her deepest parts to create something precious.
She still felt fear and disgust, but above them a more powerful emotion rose: ecstasy.
She sat on the edge of her bed with her legs together and both hands on her belly. The nauseous sensation faded, and as she stroked her stomach a great, out-of-place smile took hold. Her heart thundered in her chest; her Soul Gem glowed with a stable pink tone, as if approving the biological sensations in her body.
“I’m full… he filled me… and I just… accept it?” she whispered, barely audible, entirely to herself.
She curled into a fetal position, feeling every uterine contraction and the liquid shifting inside her. Vaginal fluid mixed with semen spilled from her, sliding down her thigh. Her fear of the consequences and her shame still remained, yet the idea of having been inseminated—of her magical-girl body assimilating and accepting fertilization—awakened happiness in her body. A dark, primitive, purely feminine and biological happiness.
Madoka closed her eyes.
She breathed deeply, calming her fears, ceasing to fight the ecstasy that rejoiced within her.
Her feminine body rejoiced at the fact that it had begun to gestate a new life inside. A light orgasm soaked the sheets, making her acutely aware that her pure magical-girl body had already been taken and desecrated.
The maternal feeling began to bloom within her.
Her Soul Gem glowed and fed on that powerful emotion.
The love of a future mother.