I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 35

 Slick Service: The Gel-Coated Worship Session

The surface of the pale, sky-blue lake caught the radiant moonlight, diffusing the glow in a soft, shimmering haze. However, the surface of the water was currently undulating in erratic ripples, fracturing the reflection of the perfectly round orb into warped, distorted shards.

There wasn't even a strong breeze blowing tonight.

If the water's surface was cresting so aggressively, the operational cause was entirely straightforward:

"Ah…… Cordelia…… t-that…… it feels entirely too good…… ngh, ahhhg……"

Submerged up to my knees in the shallows of the lake, I was actively receiving a deep, reverent session of oral service from Cordelia.

Crouching before me as I stood tall, Cordelia had dropped both knees directly onto the muddy lakebed, her face positioned right in front of my groin. Every single time she manually milked my shaft—which had been rendered extraordinarily slick by the Slime Queen's secretions—my entire body executed a series of violent, involuntary twitches. Consequently, the water's surface had been continuously vibrating and trembling for several minutes, responding directly to my frantic, body-twisting squirming.

"Ahhg…… the Slime Queen's fluid is absolutely catastrophic……! Even setting aside the innate aphrodisiac properties, the sheer, hyper-lubricated texture of this tactile friction is enough to make me blow my load the exact millisecond I drop my guard……!"

Cordelia possessed long, remarkably slender fingers. Having each of those delicate digits wrap securely around my shaft to systematically stroke me would have delivered a powerful wave of ecstasy under normal conditions, but now, that stimulation was amplified by an intensely slick, frictionless lubricant. To be completely honest, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure was so overwhelming that simply maintaining my balance on my own two feet required every ounce of my willpower.

Cordelia, however, seemed entirely dissatisfied with my performance.

"Hmph. How thoroughly boring."

"……Cordelia?"

Staring intently at my shaft with heavily flushed cheeks, she aggressively pouted her lower lip in clear irritation.

"Here I am, being subjected to such an intensely depraved, localized surge of lustful arousal. And yet, you are already on the absolute precipice of climax after a mere fraction of physical contact? How incredibly disappointing."

"E-Even if you call it disappointing…… ah, ahh…… right there, the ridge of the glans, having your slick fingers scrape directly over the crown feels entirely too incredibleee……!"

Through the hyper-lubricated friction of her manual strokes alone, my dick had already swollen into a monumentally rigid, rock-hard erection. The head had expanded to its absolute maximum limit, flushed a deep, angry dark-red, while the meatus continuously flinched and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum.

Yet, driven into a state of forced, chemical hyper-arousal by the potent aphrodisiac qualities of the slime gel slathered across her entire body, Cordelia was evidently nowhere near satisfied with a simple handjob.

"……Very well."

Nodding firmly to herself, Cordelia extended her hand toward me as I stood there paralyzed with pleasure.

"Surrender that small vial to me immediately."

"Eh? Ah, hey! C-Cordelia?!"

With zero room for negotiation, Cordelia snatched the glass container right out of my right hand. It was the exact same vial of Slime Queen secretions she had been using as a makeshift body wash a few minutes prior. Because it had already been uncapped and the gel was remarkably fluid, a substantial portion of the premium lubricant still remained inside.

Tilting the vial over her own body, Cordelia poured the viscous fluid directly down the expanse of her voluptuous cleavage. Within a matter of seconds, her firm, perfectly contoured breasts were entirely coated in the gel, taking on a glistening, hyper-reflective, and intensely lewd sheen under the moonlight.

Setting the remaining portion of the vial down onto the grassy bank of the lakeshore, Cordelia turned her attention back to me.

"Tell me, how does an arrangement like this suit your tastes?"

"?!"

Utilizing her voluptuous breasts, she firmly compressed them together, sandwiching my erect shaft directly between her cleavage.

"U-Uwoooah……?!"

"Fufu. Look at that spectacular expression on your face. Is the sensation truly that exquisite?"

"It's incredible……! It's s-so incredibly good, Cordelia……!"

My heavily engorged, throbbing erection was now entirely buried within the tight valley of her twin mounds. The radiant, natural body heat of her breasts enveloped the shaft, delivering an unbelievably intense, suffocating warmth.

"Ngh…… your member truly is preposterously large. It refuses to be cleanly contained within my cleavage…… the absolute tip invariably protrudes from the top."

Muttering the critique under her breath, Cordelia began to systematically slide her breasts up and down against my shaft, maintaining a tight, pressurized seal.

The immediate result was catastrophic.

"Hyaaaaaah……!"

Under normal circumstances, Cordelia’s breasts were exceptionally soft and yielding. Now, because they were coated in a layer of frictionless slime gel, the sheer lubricated texture delivered an intensely sharp, overstimulating friction. The concentrated pressure generated by her massive chest was immense, focusing a devastating torrent of pure, unmitigated pleasure directly onto the nerve endings of my dick.

Consequently:

"U…… ah, Cor…… de…… lia……!"

"My. What is it?"

"I-I'm shooting……!"

"Kyaaa?!"

It was an absolute, operational disaster.

Failing entirely to maintain my mental defenses, my dick had catastrophically erupted, discharging a massive, high-velocity torrent of semen from the mere friction of her cleavage alone. The tactile sensation of her hyper-lubricated breasts had been entirely too magnificent; holding back was a statistical impossibility.

Spurt, squelch……

As the final, lingering remnants of my load pumped lazily out of the tip, Cordelia stared down at her chest with wide, completely stunned eyes. Due to the explosive velocity of the discharge at point-blank range, her beautiful, glistening breasts were now heavily defiled, splattered with a thick, opaque coat of fresh semen.

Blinking a few times in silent astonishment, Cordelia slowly reached her hand toward her heavily stained chest. Scooping up a dollop of the white fluid pooling in her cleavage with the tip of her finger, she brought it close to her nose and inhaled deeply.

Then, her eyes narrowed into an ecstatic, blissed-out curve, her lips parting into a loose, unhinged smile as her internal restraint completely shattered.

"A pungent, masculine scent……❤️"

Having her chest thoroughly painted with my seed had apparently flipped a final, irreversible switch deep within Cordelia’s psyche.

She rose to her feet, swaying slightly like a spectral wraith. Staring into her eyes, any trace of her standard, conscious logic had completely vanished. Right now, her anatomy was being driven strictly and exclusively by a torrent of unadulterated, primal lust.

"……Kent."

"C-Cordelia. Hold on, just calm down for a second. First, let's wipe the semen off your chest, alright? H-Hey, Cordelia…… w-woah, wait, aahhhg!"

"……Keennnttt……!"

Breathing heavily through her nose, her respiration completely ragged, she aggressively shoved me backward, tackling me straight onto the grassy bank of the lake with absolute, terrifying authority.

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