女海賊と女海軍のえっちな白兵戦の続きの話し-EN #2

Over these two years, their bodies had optimized themselves for each other. To fulfill Erin's desire, Elba's breasts had grown, her nipples had become sensitive, and she now produced milk. To fulfill Elba's desires, Erin's breasts had grown, her nipples had become sensitive, and she now produced milk. Each woman's body had developed, as if to flatter the other, to be loved even more. It could almost be called training. In that sense, Erin was Elba's sex slave, and Elba was Erin's sex slave. They savored the results, while being savored themselves. For both their mature bodies, it was the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate reward. Not as the bodies of a mature, busty female pirate and a mature, busty female naval officer, but as the bodies of two women loving each other, their compatibility was perfect. Drowning in each other's inexhaustible flow of breast milk, they drank this supreme beverage together. But this was not the end. Gradually shifting from their breast-to-breast 69 position, they moved to peer into each other's crotches. Before them lay the enemy's thoroughly moist labia. Erin and Elba dropped their tongues there. Though they licked each other's crotches of their own volition, a masochistic thrill flickered somewhere in their minds. A pirate licking and serving a Navy officer's crotch. A Navy officer licking and serving a pirate's crotch. Perhaps this was the result, the achievement, of two years spent training each other. The humiliation of offering each other breast milk, of supplying each other with love juice, had become pleasurable. Moreover, while they were in the position of licking each other's crotches, embracing each other in an interlocking manner, their breasts were simultaneously crushing each other from below. The upper parts of the breasts were squeezed by the embrace, and with arms in the way, they couldn't escape sideways either. From their perspective, the breast flesh could only escape downward, toward the abdomen. If their breasts were slightly smaller, this might not have been an issue. However, both women possessed enormous breasts, already around an L-cup size. The breast flesh escaping downward collided, each trying to push the other upward. Ultimately, the space between Erin and Elba's bodies became densely packed with flesh, creating a situation where they crushed each other. This unparalleled closeness effectively generated pleasure in the context of two masochistic enemies loving each other. They had ended up in this position quite frequently before. Yet, each time, they received this pleasure as if it were new. The feel of each other's skin, the humiliation of serving, the solid flesh pressed together, the warmth of the breast milk overflowing without any effort. All of it gave them a sense of happiness. Erin Elba: “Fuuuuuugh, nnnnnn!!!!” Tossed about by waves of pleasure, the two, willingly surrendering their bodies to instinct, reached climax simultaneously, as if by predetermined harmony. The gushing stream of fluid was caught in their mouths; though nearly choking, they swallowed it all. Shivering and trembling, Erin and Elba conveyed their climax to each other with every fiber of their being. With a sigh of “Haa,” they finally released each other's crotches. A mixture of exhaustion, release, and accomplishment washed over them as they rolled onto their backs. Without many words, they both drifted off to sleep. In a way, this might be one of the happiest states imaginable. That's what Erin and Elba's sleeping faces suggested. The relationship between pirate captain Adel and naval captain Alita was probably among the most hostile of the hundred pirate-naval pairs. The weight of responsibility for ending up in this shipwrecked situation pressed heavily on both captains. Was it their poor command? Was the strategy fundamentally flawed? Was the enemy too strong? Yes, if it hadn't been this enemy, things wouldn't have turned out like this. They'd thought this more than ten or twenty times. Given their personalities, it was unusual for them to dwell on this so much. It could also be said they were that unable to accept this situation. Even so, they never abandoned their duties as leaders. While keeping a watchful eye on each other, they first ensured the safety and livelihood of the hundred pairs, two hundred people. That said, Adel and Arita mostly handled broad policy and major decisions, while their subordinates voluntarily and methodically organized their living quarters. With a bit more time on their hands, Adel and Alita found their mutual irritation only growing. Perhaps fueled by that frustration, they began aggressively attacking each other's bodies. That day too, they secretly returned to the stranded ship and glared at each other from close range in Adel's captain's quarters. Adel: “......” Alita: “......” No words were spoken. The ropes around their necks automatically drew their faces close. Staring deep into each other's eyes, they felt not quite murderous intent, but a fluctuating irritation mixed with anger at their own inadequacy and a desire to shift blame onto the other. Both exhaled sharply, twisted their bodies sharply to the right, and slammed their breasts together with all their might. SMACK!! Perhaps due to the lack of a proper run-up, the sound wasn't loud. Still, it was a collision of bust hooks, where the solid weight of breasts could be felt against breasts. Adel Alita: “Guh...!” The intensity of the pain was greater than before. Over these past two years, they had fought endlessly, effectively training and developing each other in the process. Adel had become a lesbian battle fighter specialized for Arita, and Arita had become a lesbian battle fighter specialized for Adel. They understood each other's moves completely, predicting the next action with high precision. Their bodies also evolved to be richer and more aggressive, designed to overwhelm their opponent. This was a common tendency among all female pirates and female navy officers, but it was especially pronounced in Adel and Arita. Their breasts had grown larger than before, maturing into L-cups that rivaled Erin and Elba's, while excess flesh was trimmed away, leaving slender waists that were striking. They had evolved into beings that were both supple and muscular, possessing feminine voluptuousness, becoming the most erotically tempting, succubus-like figures to each other. In truth, this mutual transformation into each other's succubi might have been part of their frustration. They were tied together by a rope around their necks, and their sexual urges were becoming unbearable. She wanted to beat him down. She wanted to make him understand clearly who was dominant and who was submissive. She wanted him to be her sex slave, serving only her. Such dark desires, the kind she knew she shouldn't harbor, were welling up inside her, making her even more irritated. Channeling that feeling, she twisted her upper body with even more force this time, slamming her breasts together... colliding their bust hooks. THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Their breast-to-breast battle, whether you'd call it “how could it be” or “as expected,” showed no clear superiority. This was nothing new. This opponent wouldn't raise the stakes with such a move. The two pulled their bodies apart to the limit, then pressed their breasts together head-on. Adel Arita: "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu L-cup against L-cup, colliding head-on. Massive, heavy breast flesh ground against each other, scraping and grinding until it creaked and groaned. With their bodies and arms blocking any escape, the trapped flesh had no choice but to crush each other head-on. A simple, primal test of strength, each exerting overwhelming pressure to crush the other. Adel: “Crush... you...!!” Arita: “Losing... huh...!!” A fierce battle that made sweat bead on both their foreheads. Unable to withstand the intense pressure, milk began overflowing from both nipples. Adel: “You must be enjoying this...?” Arita: “Seems you're leaking far more than I am...?” Adel: “I'll lose to you, you slut...!!” Arita: “Just get crushed already, you lecherous Adel...!!” But their verbal sparring was abruptly, forcibly halted. Adel & Alita: “Hyuuguuuuh!!” Their eyes widened, their bodies jerked violently, and their massive breasts rippled. Adel & Alita: “Again...? Ahh!!” Looking down, the peaks of Adel and Arita's breasts were pressed tightly together. No, it wasn't just pressed together. Arita's left nipple was firmly embedded in Adel's right nipple, and Adel's left nipple was embedded in Arita's right nipple. Like a fountain pen cap fitting perfectly, nipple was thrust precisely into nipple. And as the two themselves said “again,” this wasn't the first time. Over countless times their bodies had entwined, they had somehow become interlocked. If only her own nipple had pierced the other, it might have been bearable. But this situation of mutual piercing was truly fitting for two equals. This state of mutual nipple insertion, neither advantageous nor disadvantageous, was merely the beginning for the sexual inclinations of their breasts. The breast milk that had been overflowing moments before would naturally flow into the breast of the one it was inserted into. Adel Alita: "Hottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt It seeps in slowly, spreading through each and every milk duct, like tree roots spreading throughout the entire breast. The other's milk fills her breast, as if soaking into it. And finally, it reaches the very source of milk production, the lobules. The other's milk has completely invaded the deepest depths of her breast. A pleasure akin to humiliation fills her breast, fills her upper body, reaching all the way to the top of her head. Inside Adele and Alita's heads, especially behind their foreheads, it felt like crackling sparks of pleasure were exploding. Adele Alita: “Waaah!! Uuuaaah!!?” Within the minds of the two women, who were raping each other's breasts with milk down to the very last drop, their sadism and masochism collided and mixed into a chaotic mess. She couldn't even tell if she was climaxing from the pleasure of her own breasts being violated or from the pleasure of being violated. Her eyes rolled upward, half-white, as she writhed in agony. The sensation of these breasts being violated directly from within, the pleasure that felt like burning her brain itself, was something she could never get used to. Each and every time, she lost her sanity. Adel Arita: “Ugh... Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!” That stimulation was more than enough to make Adel and Arita writhe in agony. It was a mistake for her body to arch backward involuntarily. After all, their neck ropes were tied together. Furthermore, their breasts were also linked. Trying to arch her back in this state resulted in their lower halves thrusting towards each other. This brought their lower abdomens into tight contact, causing their labia to collide. The clitoral rubbing they'd done nearly every day since before the drifting began effortlessly guided them both to the next climax. Adel Arita: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Having engaged in clitoral contact more than once daily, competing and repeatedly ending in mutual climax, Adel's labia and Arita's labia had been tuned into ultimate weapons, far too effective for each other. Adel's labia knew exactly how to strike to bring Arita to climax, and Arita's labia knew exactly how to strike to bring Adel to climax. The one-hit-kill labia touched, and both women climaxed simultaneously. Splash splash!! Squirting fluid gushed forth, pounding into the other's labia, into the depths of her vagina. And even that fluid itself had been optimized to bring each other's vaginas to climax. Adel Arita: “Aaaaaahhhhh!!!! Nnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” They automatically chained into the next climax without delay. And once it reached this point, unless Adel and Arita deliberately tried to break free from the chain of climaxes, their bodies became runaway sex machines, forcibly bringing each other to climax. Over the past two years, they had thoroughly trained each other to become exactly this. Adel's body and Alita's body, optimized for intercourse with each other, would automatically, compulsively stimulate one another even while Adel and Alita were overwhelmed by pleasure, their thoughts unable to function properly. Their eyes rolled back, bodies swaying up and down as if driven by some force. Breasts swayed wildly, undulating, their milk flowing back and forth inside. Labia rubbed together, pouring love juices into each other's tightly clasped vaginas. Having abandoned reason, they fought for each other's lips, violating each other's mouths while being forced to endure pleasure beyond what their brains could process. In that state, Adel and Alita continued to rock their bodies, tormented by the agonizing yet supreme pleasure of reaching climax every minute. They repeated climaxes far beyond any countable number, until finally, they completely lost consciousness and their bodies ceased all movement. This was the daily life on this island. This was the routine repeated over these past two years. For years after this, for decades—ten, twenty years—the female pirates and naval officers continued to share their bodies. They violated each other thoroughly, raped each other, were hostile, were friendly, or progressed into relationships that might become lovers in the future. Women who became “partners” in various senses. Life in this paradise called a prison, where they locked each other away, was like this. Surely, if they'd wanted to, they could have repaired the ship or built a new small boat and gradually ventured beyond the island. Yet, the two hundred women in one hundred pairs willingly chose this environment of mutual confinement. A life of debauchery and decadence, consumed daily by intercourse. The life where female pirates and female naval officers offered each other their futures, bodies, and spirits would continue.