Time Slip into a Reverse World

The two women descended upon the girl like harpies; poking, pinching and ripping the ragged clothes off her slender body. They were relentless in their abuse, not stopping until she climbed onto the table and straddled Linhart’s hips. Her body looked so small, huddled there next to his massive cock. How would it even fit inside her?

She didn't seem to have the same concerns, calmly examining his pole with her hands. Fully erect now, it stood as high as her sternum. This tool would absolutely wreck her if she wasn't careful.

He felt sorry for her, despite the fact that he was the one tied to the table and about to be raped. She was a timid little thing, unable to even look him in the eye while she worked at preparing her body. She used both hands to spread her lower lips, trying her best to stretch her hole wider.

Unable to move, Linhart watched in anticipation, idly wondering why she was called a boob soldier. She looked more like a student than an experienced soldier, and though her breasts were more than adequate for her body, she could not be called busty. Her torso was slim but shapely, swelling into a wide pair of hips and a sweet round ass. Her thick black hair hung down to her stomach. Compared to these two scarecrows, she was a petite goddess sent from heaven.

“Ungh. Yeaah...”

Linhart let out a grunt of approval, as the girl ran her hands up his shaft. She stood up suddenly, spreading her legs, and shuffled forward until his pole was flushed with her hairless crotch.

He was pent-up after what must have been days of rest, and now his dick was surging to life, throbbing in her tender grip. A stream of clear liquid was flowing out, which she clumsily spilled all over her crotch as she tried unsuccessfully to insert it. It was like torture for Linhart, feeling the pressure of her warm pussy slip away again and again. Watching her maneuver her body made him hungry, and she wasn’t providing satisfaction. Her stomach and thighs flexed, showing off well-defined muscles, as her lower lips were teased open against its slippery tip.

“Have you never fucked a boy before, girl?”

“Just shove it in already.”

The women ridiculed her, as she worked her hips tenaciously up and down. Soon she was sweating from the exertion of repositioning herself again and again. Her body took on an oily sheen.

“Stupid girl, I’ll do it for you!” Bridi said, seizing his dick and angling it towards the entrance to her womanhood.

“Grab her thighs and spread them. She’s got to open wide if she’s going to consume this monster.”

The two hags grabbed the girl’s legs and cackled in delight as they manipulated her. She cried out and lost her balance. Her hands landed on his chest as the wicked women pried open her slit and forced his ever-ready member past her narrow entrance.

She looked at him with tears in her large, dark eyes. A sob of pain racked through her, and Linhart could feel her unyielding tunnel tearing around him. She was dry, not prepared at all, and tight as a virgin. His heart went out to her and he whispered so that only she could hear.

“It’s going to be all right. I can make it all better. Reach up here. Touch my fingers and I'll make the pain all go away.”

The girl nodded, and though she was still in the grips of those two, she managed to lean forward in an act of amazing core strength and place her tiny palms on both of his. Linhart closed his hands around hers and started to cast ‘Honey Pot.’

Careful not to overwhelm her, he started with a trickle of mana flowing from his hands into hers, feeding it down through her body. She stopped crying immediately, and her eyes opened wide, startled. A look of ecstasy replacing the grimace and tears. Within seconds, her body was heating up. He could feel the walls of her love tunnel relaxing; her natural lubricant flowing freely.

He released her hands, cutting off the spell, and waited for the girl to recover her senses. A look of adoration spread across her face. She was smiling down at him now.

Her body was shaking erratically as she started to slide her hips up and down, picking up speed.

“Nnnnngh!” She squealed as her first orgasm took her by surprise.

“That's it girl,” praised Wilda, giving her ass another slap. “Make that dick pay for its insolence.”

“Oh gods,” the girl gasped, throwing her head back and crooning. Her voice was pitched like a beautiful song. “I can feel something coming… it feels like I'm going to pee.”

“Nnnngghh!”

The girl let out another cute squeal as her limber pussy constricted. She came, squirting all over his rod. This time her shaking lasted longer than the first.

“Uuughn!... you're so tight down there.” Linhart breathed back, his eyes locked on the place where they were joined. He wished his hands were free so he could wrap his arms around this little beauty. “Do me a favor and give me a kiss.”

The girl had recovered enough to lean over, losing her balance in the process, she fell against him. The impact of her face against his stung for just a moment, but then they were rubbing their lips together, tasting each other and experimenting with their mouths like two young lovers.

The feel of her body and her lips pressed against his was enough to send him over the edge. He felt the cum rising up through his loins and he began to thrust his hips with disregard, jabbing his dick as deep as he could into her until his vision faded and an intense orgasm shook his whole core.

He could feel the seed pumping out of his massive cock, filling the girl's womb with his magic goo. She was cumming again too, her fluids flowing out and running down his shaft, as she blunted her cries of ecstasy against his chest.

“Well done, girl,” Bridi said, sticking a finger up into her vagina alongside his veiny dick. “You really milked the hell out of him.”

“Wait! His cock is still hard,” Wilda exclaimed in amazement. “You've got to keep going until he goes soft.”

Brodi nodded in agreement. “That's when maximum draining is achieved.”

“I understand,” the girl sighed, lifting her sticky body off of him. She planted a quick kiss on his lips, then pushed herself back up into a sitting position.

From Linhart's perspective, the girl was more of a woman now than just a few minutes before. Her luscious hips relaxed and spread wider, accommodating his girth as his dick swelled back to life. She smiled down at him and began to roll her hips, straightening her cervix, working it around the dick so she could feel him on every inch of her love tunnel. She bit her lip and somehow slid her body further down, taking another couple of inches between her juicy folds.

“I'll keep going until I fuck him dry.”

* * * * * * * * *

It was Bridi and Wilda who fucked up. They got too caught up in the action, cajoling the boy as they egged on the girl. They lost track of how long the two had been at it. This must be how they maximize draining, Linhart thought after shooting a third load into the raven-haired cutie. Well, it wasn’t working on him.

He didn't feel dominated at all. If anything, he was more aggressive than usual, thrusting his pelvis relentlessly deeper until his swollen glans was lodged in her womb. She collapsed against his body, embracing him, accepting his throbbing member until it was too deep for her to release. Trapped there by her own tightness.

That is how the Mnemon found them when he whooshed into the room followed closely and nervously by Periclum.

The man was tall and thin though his belly was round, standing out like he’d just eaten a large meal. He wore the same colorful robes that the women were wearing, though his hung open in the front. A silver pair of undies alone prevented his junk from being on display.

His hair was a long, tangled mess of blond, his eyes were unreadable, one moment blue, the next pink, then they shifted to an uncomfortable clear that reflected all the images of the room in them. When he moved, he swaggered, like he was king of the land, and by the way the women dropped to the floor in respect, he was their king.

“Whoa, this room is giving me a weird vibe,” he announced in an authoritative voice to no one in particular. “Young couple fucking on the table. It's like walking in, in the middle of a scene.”

The girl was whimpering, clutching Linhart to her, as the Mnemon pulled her hair back and examined her face.

“Seven point five out of ten! Beautiful loli, nice ass, but she’s giving me minor character vibes. Maybe a background fuck, wouldn't even ask her for her name…”

He looked at Linhart then, and a greasy smile spread across his face.

“This is the guy, right? The one with the Mage skills, who claims to be a Fighter. Such a protag trope.”

“Yes, Master Mnemon,” Periclum responded crisply, “This is the anomaly that I told you about.”

The Mnemon looked him over thoughtfully, then putting his arms around the girl’s waist he asked Linhart, “You don’t mind, do you?”

Linhart, somehow knowing what he meant, replied, “Go ahead, we were finished.”

The tall man unceremoniously pulled the small girl off of him and dropped her on the upper half of the table. She let out a yowl of protest as the ridged head of his swollen dick dragged along her insides, but then collapsed again, her warm belly pressed against Linhart’s face.

“Looks like he had some fun here. Lots of cum dripping out… definitely not calling sloppy seconds on this one. He’s got a huge dick, but that itself doesn’t scream protag. Case in point, look at this one!”

He yanked at his silver underwear, as though he’d been waiting for a reason to do so, and it tore away to reveal his own hairless crotch. His dick was standing erect. It was neither big nor small, but it was hard and pulsing red.

“Now this… is a protag dick!”. He proclaimed, then proceeded to wave it around, pointing it at people in the room like a divining rod.

“Beep, beep, beep…” he announced, sounding somewhat like a robot. “BEEP BEEP! Whoa… what the hell do we have here?”

His dick was pointing to Maeve who was still strung up from the ceiling. Linhart blinked and suddenly the Mnemon was across the room with his bare belly pressed against Maeve’s naked back. His hands were sunken deep into her huge breasts, kneading vigorously. His tongue was licking her ear.

“Ten out of ten!” he proclaimed, “Tall redhead, huge rack, all muscles and attitude, though it looks like she’s been zombified, but that’ll resolve with the next loop. Did she come in with him?”

“Yes, Master Mnemon,” Periclum said, rising at last from the floor and standing by his side. “She was his bodyguard. He didn’t use any magic and instead hid behind her.”

The man stopped licking Maeve and looked thoughtfully back at Linhart, saying, “Hmm… That’s not a very protag thing to do… Unless…”

Linhart didn’t even blink this time, but even now he didn’t see a hint of motion. One moment the man was wrapped around Maeve, and the next he was looming over the table, staring deep into Linhart’s eyes.

“I’m going to ask you a series of questions. Answer them as best you can and we will see if you are indeed a ‘Protagonist’ or if you’re wasting my time…”

The tall man’s eyes turned clear again and Linhart could see his own face, frozen in fear, reflected back at him.

Linhart gulped and nodded his head. A chill running up his spine. This was no longer a matter of manipulating people until his loop resets. He was certain that, if he answered incorrectly, the man standing in front of him had the power to end his looping cycle permanently.

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