Chapter 204 | Post-Natural Disaster Cleanup
Chapter 204: 204 | Post-Natural Disaster Cleanup
The first spurt hit the condom with enough force that he felt the latex stretch.
SPLLRRT.
A thick, slow, massive pulse of cum that filled the reservoir tip and kept going, expanding the condom against Kumiko’s inner walls. The warmth spread inside her, separated by only a thin membrane, and she gasped at the feeling even through the haze of her own orgasm.
"Haa—wh—"
SPLLRRT.
The second rope was bigger than the first. The condom ballooned, the latex straining to contain the volume. Jordan’s hips drove forward involuntarily, his body locked in the grip of the Ceaseless Discharge trait that turned every orgasm into a goddamn natural disaster.
"Oh... oh that’s... there’s so much..."
SPLLRRT.
The third pulse made the condom creak. Jordan could feel it pressing against Kumiko’s walls from the inside, the swollen reservoir pushing against her cervix. His abs locked, his vision tunneled, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together.
SPLLRRT.
The fourth and final rope completed the job. The condom was heavy and distended, filled with an amount of cum that no single human male should have been able to produce, warm and thick and pressing against every interior surface of Kumiko’s body through the stretched latex.
Jordan’s arms shook.
He lowered himself slowly, bracing on his forearms to keep from collapsing directly onto Kumiko’s small frame. His forehead pressed against the pillow beside her head. His breathing came in ragged pulls that filled his lungs and left too quickly.
Beneath him, Kumiko lay completely still.
Her legs had fallen from his waist and splayed across the mattress at awkward angles, her thighs trembling with residual aftershocks. Her arms rested above her head where they’d landed during her orgasm, limp and boneless, her fingers still curled loosely against the pillow. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid movements that grew slower with each passing second. Sweat covered every inch of exposed skin, catching the amber glow of the city light filtering through the window and making her body gleam like polished bronze.
Her eyes were still half-rolled back, the whites visible beneath her fluttering lashes.
Jordan pulled out slowly.
The friction of withdrawal made Kumiko whimper, a broken little sound that originated deep in her throat and escaped without her conscious participation. And then he felt the resistance. Her walls clamped around the swollen condom instinctively, the overfilled latex balloon catching against the tightness of her body like it had been vacuum-sealed inside her.
Pop.
The condom stayed inside.
Jordan looked down. The base of the condom was visible between her thighs, the stretched latex opening distended and leaking a thin, steady stream of white that ran down the curve of her ass and pooled on the grey sheets beneath her. The rest of the condom remained lodged inside her, still full, still warm, the sheer volume of its contents keeping it wedged in place against the natural contractions of her body.
"Well," Jordan said to no one in particular, his voice rough and low. "That’s new."
He reached down carefully, thumb and forefinger pinching the visible base of the condom where it peeked out from between her folds. He pulled with a slow, gentle motion that reminded him of extracting a water balloon from a too-small opening. Kumiko’s body released it with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the quiet room, and the full weight of the thing settled in Jordan’s hand like a water balloon filled with warm yogurt.
The condom was distended to nearly twice its original size, the reservoir tip stretched into a translucent balloon of milky white that sagged heavily and threatened to slip from his grip.
Jordan tied it off and dropped it in the small plastic wastebasket beside the nightstand. It hit the bottom with a dull thud that sounded far heavier than it should have.
He looked down at Kumiko.
She lay on her back with her dark hair tangled across the pillow and her skin flushed from her cheeks to her navel. Bite marks dotted her neck and collarbone in a constellation of red and purple that would be impossible to hide with anything less than a turtleneck. Her lips were swollen and parted, each exhale carrying a tiny sound that was barely more than air. Sweat gleamed in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts and in the creases of her hips. Her thighs were wet with the combined mess of their encounter, and the grey sheets beneath her bore a spreading stain.
Her eyes were open, but only in the technical sense. The brown irises had returned, but they stared at the ceiling without focusing on anything, her gaze distant and glassy. Her pupils were still enormous. Her whole body twitched in occasional aftershocks, small involuntary jerks that traveled through her stomach or her thigh before subsiding.
Her chest rose. Fell. Rose. Fell.
Barely conscious was being generous. Kumiko looked like someone who had been unplugged from the Matrix and hadn’t figured out which reality she’d landed in.
Jordan grabbed the washcloth from the bathroom, ran it under warm water, and returned to the bed. He cleaned her gently, wiping between her thighs and across her stomach where sweat had pooled. Each touch of the cloth made her flinch and sigh, her nerve endings still firing at maximum sensitivity.
When he finished, he tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom door and lay down beside her.
"Kumi."
No response.
"Kumiko."
Her lips moved. Sound came out, but it wasn’t a word. More of a vowel that her mouth attempted and abandoned halfway through.
"You alive?"
Her hand moved. Slowly. Like a limb being controlled via satellite delay. It found his chest and pressed flat against his sternum, her fingers spreading over his heart.
"Mmnn."
"I’ll take that as a yes."
Her head turned toward him on the pillow. Her eyes focused, lost focus, focused again. A smile spread across her face, lazy and wrecked and so purely happy that something in Jordan’s chest cracked open.
"Jordan-kun," she mumbled.
"I thought we agreed on just Jordan."
"Jordan." She tried to move closer to him, but her body only managed a weak wiggle. "My legs don’t work."
"That’ll come back."
"Will it?"
"Probably."
"Okay." Her eyes drifted closed, and the smile stayed on her face. "Best... date... ever..."