Marianne Discovers the Wonders of Man

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Well, a girl’s in my bed. That’s one thing I couldn’t say about either of the last two worlds I was a part of.

Hopefully no one else is gonna come into my room unannounced. Of all the damn times for a lady to walk in, better pull my pants up before another comes in and freaks out too. Boner is making this difficult, this had to be during happy hour! God, what I wouldn’t do for a succubus in this world…

But wait, isn’t this a little too much like a doujin?
Man jerks off, woman walks in, she gets fascinated by his penis, and then through the next twenty pages they do a mix of oral, vaginal, and anal, depending on the tags. If I put my cock away, aren’t I denying the chance for this to blossom into a real sex scene?

But if I don’t and this isn’t a hentai universe then I’m really up shit’s creek without a paddle.

“Nn…”

Oh shit, she’s waking up!

Now or never, either pull the pants up and live as a good protagonist of this world, or…

“W-where… am I?”

“You’re in my room,” I said, making Marianne squeak when she saw me and my intense eyes staring at her from right beside the bed. “You fell **** as soon as you entered.”

She blinked in confusion, sitting up slowly while trying to get her bearings, “I-I did? Why…?”

“Because, and I’m taking a big risk here, because you saw this.”

I stood up.

And thus, my origin story was born. Veiny and turgid erection proudly bobbing in front of me, right by her very shocked face.

“P-penis!” She gasped, not looking angry, disgusted, or even that horny. Just pure shock at the state my cock was in. Not a helpful state for a reaction, but not the worst either. But not like I can put the cat back in the bag either.

“Yeah, you interrupted me during my masturbation and now my cock is hard, throbbing, and angry,” I punctuated this by shaking it up and down in front of her, with blue eyes following the movement like it was hypnotising her, “What are you gonna do about it?”

She gulped, “I-I don’t… h-healing magic?”

Hm, blue haired healer… No, quit thinking about her. I can’t afford to lose my boner here.

“WRONG!” I yelled, making her squeak and shrivel a little into my pillow. Perfect for me to get up onto the bed, knees on either side of her, and gently lean my cock on her ample chest, “You need to take responsibility and help my penis reach climax. Ya hear me?”

I loomed myself above the resting maiden, my smiling form casting shadows over her stunned face while she just stared into my cock shaped abyss.

Horny was definitely present on her face now.

The way her tongue was hanging out of her mouth like it was **** to taste the precum leaking from my hood, the thumping heartbeat I could feel against my undercarriage, and the fact she wasn’t screaming for help. Yeah, this was the one. This was the fucking one, boys! Hentai universeee!!!!

But then she dropped the horny, and looked worried.

“M-me?”

“I don’t see anyone else here.”

She squirmed, making me worried that she wanted to get up and run, “Um, I’ll… I’ll go get Hilda! She-she should be the one, she’s much prettier, and I, um, I-!”

“Marianne.”

Her name was enough to cut through so much of her worrying. Finally her eyes met mine with so much hope glimmering in them.

“This is your responsibility. Touch it.”

With nerves overrunning everything she was doing, Marianne nodded and went to reach for that precious Kazuma Jr.

Marianne was one of those girls I’d actually had a conversation with previously, but she’s so thoroughly depressed about everything to do with herself the talks don’t last long. She’s cute, really cute in a way, but very self evidently sad about her own existence… and that also meant that, even if I could verbalise that she was a pretty girl that I wanted to bone, she’d probably never believe it.

No, I had to use the same method that Hilda uses to get Marianne to do what she wants. Light thinly veiled bullying to take the plunge, then praise and encouraging her up the wazoo. All to hopefully get up her wazoo.

Her feminine fingers finally found my epic throbber. They were warm, but also much cooler than the heat my cock was producing since it was so excited to have hands other than mine on it for once. “I-it’s so hot…” Her voice squeaked. The look in her eyes was so inquisitive yet scared. Like I was an enemy soldier holding out a bar of gold for her to take.

But she also wasn’t getting scared away, which is what I was mostly worried about. The electricity in her touch was intoxicating. Focusing mostly on the tip at first, just feeling it with her thumbs slowly, and inspecting the rubbery texture while poking my precum delicately.

“It’s sensitive at the tip…”

My reminder made her gasp again, moving her hands down a bit but still staring at my lump with amazed reverence, “...like a really big clitoris…” Oi. Don’t call it that.

More and more her hands became a little bit bolder. Giving me gentle squeezes as she examined the length of it. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing but the soft groans I was giving from having a girl touch me was enough encouragement. The way she stopped to examine the veins, the way she occasionally used her nail to trace parts of me, the way her face stayed so red and enthralled. Both of us got lost in the moment for a while. A soft pumping of Marianne’s hands getting tighter as she became bolder.

Though with all the skin travelling back and forth I felt like I was getting a little rug burny,

“Use your spit.”

“M-my spit?!”

“Spit on your hands and use it to lubricate the handjob! Now!”

She did as told, or at least she tried to. Marianne may have been a closet pervert but she was still a noble girl with refined manners. Watching her barely manage to produce a decent glob of saliva was adorable.

"Here." I grabbed her hands and sucked saliva into my mouth before spitting it onto her palms.

Marianne seemed stunned by my initiative, her eyes wide and her lips parted in awe. As if having a dude spit on her hands was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed. "Gather some in your mouth first, then spit."

Marianne did as I instructed, gathering a massive gob of saliva before spitting it down onto her hands. The look of relief on her face was priceless.

Her hands soon slid over my cock, slippery and wet. The sensation was incredible, the pressure on my cock intensified by the wetness of her makeshift lubricant.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuck yeah," I moaned as she increased the speed and pressure of her strokes. "You're a natural, Blueberry, you're a fuckin' natural!"

Her cheeks flushed crimson at my praise. She seemed almost giddy with delight, a shaky but wide smile on her lips, as if stroking a giant throbbing cock was something that made her genuinely happy.

She's so shy and reserved, like a wallflower who's been waiting her whole life for someone to notice her. And now that Kazuma's huge cock is paying attention to her, her shyness is melting away. I’ll even admit my heart twanged with something close to empathy when I saw a tear in her eye, but one’s first handjob has a tendency to distract from matters of feelings.

My breathing became heavier, my groans and whimpers louder. Marianne seemed to be completely enthralled by the sounds, her eyes locked on my face, drinking in every expression, every sigh, every moan. She seemed to be feeding off of it, drawing courage and energy from the raw power of my throbbing shaft. Her lower half seemed very twitchy too, a LOT of leg rubbings from what I could see. Wonder how hot she is down there, god her panties must be drenched if she’s actually as horny as she looks…

We did a quick switch around of positions for both our sakes. I lay down with hands behind my head while she got more movement to explore my cock from different angles. Lying on her belly while examining me fully.

This new position also seemed to give her a good way to… well, sniff me. A lot.

It started small, just little whiffs to find out the general stench, but then it clearly did something for her. Deeper and deeper inhales as she stroked me, each making her eyes flutter in lust to the point she was openly snorting the side of my cock. Something about my Kazu-musk was intoxicatingly erotic to Marianne, and as weird as it was to have someone snorting down there it was also really hot.

After a few more deep whiffs, she slowed down again, "Um...c-can I touch your... jewels? T-too?" Marianne squeaked shyly, as if this whole scenario wasn't already the sexiest thing she's ever done.

"Yeah! But they're called cumtanks-" they most certainly weren't called that but I got the feeling that this was the kind of hentai-verse just ripe for some proper terminology -"-jewels are small delicate things. Cumtanks are built for breeding and making big loads. Go nuts with 'em!"

I grabbed my cock to move it out of her way, "Cum... tanks..." Her hands soon found my low-hangers, gently cradling the enormous orbs.

Marianne seemed mesmerized, completely lost in the sensation of holding a man's nutsack in her hands. “They’re so warm!” Was her first vocal reaction, “Firm, heavy… full of s-semen… Nn~”

Twas the first time I’d heard her properly moan, and I think she realised it too. Her ears growing red from embarrassment before I beamed back at her.

"Yeah! Go for it, Blueberry!"

With courage returned, Marinanne’s vigour picked up too. Her fingers were soft and tentative, gently cupping the enormous heft of my scrotum. Each touch felt like little fish were nibbling at my testicles and tickling the sensitive flesh.

She seemed almost in awe of my enormous balls.

She cupped them and massaged them, cradling them like they were a precious gift. Soon enough the sniffing returned too. As those thumbs kneaded my dough the nose got ever closer to those precious cum tanks of mine.

Damn did it feel good when her dainty nose pressed against my sordid sack. She then got even bolder and leaned in to suckle on them!

The way she slurped and licked, it was as if she were nursing a nipple, drawing sustenance from a pair of massive tits. I could tell she’d gotten lost somewhere, eyes rolled back while a flurry of kisses landed on my tightening bollocks.

But it was when I made a hissing sound of pleasure was when it all kicked off.

Marianne recoiled a bit, fearing she’d hurt me in her haze of lust. Moving upwards while I accidentally dropped my cock from my hands as well.

Right on her face.

“OhhHgGGgAAH!!!!” She exclaimed suddenly and violently. Making a higher decibel of noise I thought possible from the shy girl. For a moment I thought I’d hurt her, getting up from the bed in a bolt and rotating her gently to look her in the eyes…

You know, there’s one good thing about Darkness other than the obvious big tits, beautiful blonde thing she’s got going on.
She also taught me what the eyes of someone post-orgasm looks like.

“Blueberry?” I asked almost timidly as she panted on my bed, a wet patch clearly forming through her dress, as I stared she quickly tried to cover her face in shame. Whispering apologies and prayers, looking like she would have bolted out the room had she access to stronger legs.
Well, I wasn’t going to give her that chance.

My hand quickly did what it could and began moving up her long skirt until it found its prize. I may have had access to Catherine’s post wearing, but right now I was touching the panties of a cute girl WHILE she was wearing them! AND post orgasm too!

Marianne had gasped hard as soon as my hand made contact with her thigh, and was looking shocked all the way up her leg until this point. Fingers clasped hard against the bed, a level of fear in her expression that I soothed with my other hand on her hair. “You touch mine, I touch yours, sound fair?”

“Y-you… NGH!”

Wow, she was wound up tight (I think). Just a few gentle strokes up and down the front of her panties probably shouldn’t make her have a tiny orgasm and squirt on my fingers like this, but there she goes. Losing her mind from pleasure and panting away from such simple moves.

Her hand finally found my arm, clenching for both grip and answers, “Why are you treating me this way? Did my father pay you? Is this a cruel trick? I… I don’t want it to end…”

“You’re a sexy lady, Blueberry.” I said calmly and cooly, I think my confidence is peaking out lol, “That’s all I need to wanna fuck you.”

She was too shocked to react any further, especially as I really went to town on her nethers. The way her hot squishy thighs kept tightening around me in this steamy little dress made me wanna tease her even further. Tears flowed down her face gently, but with how it was doing ahegao sometimes I was struggling to figure out if it was happiness or pleasure that was causing it. Probably both.

Soon it became too much for both of us. Marianne needed to breathe and I needed to be doing more with my cock than just leaving it.

“Alright, time for you to strip for me.”