Orfeo short story

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※Includes depictions of sexual acts with supporting characters.

Feeling that repulsive heat rise up from the depths of my stomach, I found myself clicking my tongue

"...Prepare the usual."

The subordinate I always had at my side seemed to immediately grasp what I meant.

After a short "understood," he quietly left the room.

I changed my position on the sofa with a deep sigh.

Even my breath had a sort of feverishness to it.

I sucked in some sweet smoke from the cigar in my hand to distance myself from that.

How truly disgusting. Nauseating.

Before I could even notice, my striped tail had started to whip around like a lash.

There are various races in the world of Nordia.

Within them, there's some members of the beastman race which have to deal with periods during which their libido becomes hard to control.

In other words, they enter heat.

As a large beastman tiger, I, too, experienced it.

My libido was stronger than most people's - maybe because of my race, or maybe because of the blood flowing in my veins...

Even that alone would have been unpleasant, but the lust evoked by the heat was actively agonizing. It was anything but endurable…

What I asked of my subordinate a bit ago was for him to procure someone who could help "dispel" my libido.

"Kept you waiting, sir."

I had already repeated this procedure several times.

The subordinate knew me well - he swiftly brought in another man.

Judging by his suggestive clothing and his experienced aura, he seemed to be an adept prostitute.

However, he didn't appear to have much experience with people from my line of work, and seemed a bit distraught.

Well, that wasn't unexpected. After all, I probably didn't appear as someone with a respectable occupation.

That being said, I couldn’t afford to think about the prostitute's comfort now.

"Hurry up and come here."

"Do your job."

"U-understood…"

I gestured with my chin as I said that. The prostitute knelt at my feet, trying to read my expression.

There was no need for him to debase himself that much, but I suppose he had picked up on my irritation.

However, I didn't have it in me to be considerate right now.

The situation started to feel kind of comical, so I laughed. That seemed to unnerve the prostitute even further.

"You sure seem nervous."

"I intended to bring in someone with experience..."

"Shall I have this man return and bring in someone else?"

"N-no!"

"Please wait, there's no need to look for a replacement!"

"There's no better whore in this city than me."

"Oh?"

Maybe even prostitutes like him had a dignity of sorts.

His fearful expression was gone, replaced by an alluring smile.

He reached for my crotch.

The moment my pants were loosened up, my shaft jumped out. It was already erect.

"Ack..."

"Hu…ge…"

Those words reflexively left his mouth.

Seeing my cock for the first time may indeed have been shocking.

After all, it was longer than the man's face and thick enough that grasping it with a single hand would have been impossible. It was enormous.

Its size didn't matter all that much to me, though.

The prostitute, who supposedly was used to such sights, had frozen, his eyes wide open.

"Begin."

I was used to such reactions, but I was also tired of them.

When I coldly spat that command out together with a cloud of smoke, the man at my feet lightly knit his brows.

He threw a glance at my subordinate who had taken his position in the corner of the room. The prositute appeared uncomfortable.

"Will he..."

"…participate too?"

"Think of him as furniture."

"Don't worry about it."

"Huh... Okay."

"Got it."

He probably felt uncomfortable being observed.

Or maybe he believed that if he upset me, that man would kill him.

However, he managed to collect himself quickly enough.

He looked provocatively up at me and kissed my cock.

It was more sensitive than usual, maybe because I was in heat. The touch of his hot tongue upon my head was enough to cause it to overflow with precum.

The prostitute used his tongue to slather the fluid all over the tip.

At the same time, he started stroking my shaft.

He indeed seemed experienced - his technique wasn't bad.

However, licking just the tip felt like simple teasing. My irritation grew.

Right now I didn't want fun.

I simply wanted to quickly expel what had to be expelled and to deal away with the unpleasant lust which came with being in this condition.

"Quit the licking and gobble it up already."

"Nh, it's too large for that."

"Don't worry, though, I'll make you feel good anyw-- gwoh!?"

My frustration reached its peak. I grabbed the prostitute by the head and shoved him into my crotch.

My shaft went through his mouth and pierced through his tight throat.

The prostitute moaned lowly and desperately tried to resist.

Tears were welling up in his widening eyes.

"Ngh... Gh..."

"See? It's in."

"It wasn't impossible after all."

"Keep it up."

"Guh... *cough*… ugh…"

Having the depths of his throat fucked, the prostitute shook his shoulders and choked hard.

His throat was completely obstructed by my shaft. He couldn't even cough.

He didn't seem capable of pleasing me on his own, so I decided to help him a bit.

Taking care to not scratch him, I renewed my grip on his head and pushed my cock further into his throat.

My shaft cleaved through his mouth and all the way through his throat, sinking into the depths of his body.

When I began to pull out, the prostitute let out a quiet gasp.

His vocal cords vibrated and pleasantly stimulated me.

This act was comparable to masturbation using another man's throat, but that was enough for my purposes.

Wet noises rang through the room as I repeated this over and over.

"Gwuh... Guh... Eh… Ghh.."

The prostitute slapped my thigh in protest again and again, his reddening face covered in tears and saliva.

The fact he didn't try to bite my cock spoke of his professionalism.

"Endure just a bit longer."

I felt the coming orgasm, stimulated by his pulsating throat.

When I increased the speed of my thrusts, the prostitute seemed to lose all strength to protest. His body simply kept springing up and down.

The saliva and stomach fluid dripping from his face had created a small puddle at my feet.

"I'm coming…!"

I thrust deep into his throat and released all that I had pent up into his stomach.

Intense pleasure and a momentary sense of release.

And then all that remained was an inescapable emptiness.

Having had a huge load of cum released in his stomach mere moments ago, the prostitute sat listlessly.

Semen dripped down from his lips.

When I let go of his head, he spat out my shaft, put his hands on the floor and began to cough intensely.

"*cough* *cough* *hack* *cough*"

I put the cigar back into my mouth as I looked at the man at my feet. I sucked in a mouthful of smoke.

The burning heat in my stomach had begun to cool down.

The mad lust of the heat had subsided after I came.

"*cough*, ugh... That was the worst!"

"I, *cough*, I thought I'm gonna choke to death!"

While I was dwelling on the aftertaste of the act and the feeling of smoke in my lungs, the prostitute rose his hoarse voice in complaint.

I wanted to reply: "I pulled out before you died, didn't I?", but I chose to simply ignore him.

The man's job was over.

I looked up at the ceiling and spat out the smoke. Then I made a sign at my subordinate.

"Well done."

"Now please leave."

"Huh?!"

"Hold on! Wasn't that just foreplay?!"

"Aren't we gonna fuck now!?"

My subordinate walked over to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and almost forcefully stood him up.

The prostitute's hair was in disarray, his face - covered in bodily fluids. He stared sharply at me.

Did he want to keep going, despite his previous protests?

"There's no need for that."

His face reddened with insult and fury when I said that.

"After using me like a tool...!"

"If you're gonna treat me like that while puffing on your cigar, at least sleep with me properly!"

My subordinate dragged the yelling prostitute out of the room.

The room became totally silent when they left.

This was how I had to take care of my sexual urges as instincts I never asked for toyed around with me.

It filled me with unbearable emptiness.

Thinking about how this could go on for my entire life, I felt ready to curse my very existence.

Could I avoid these feelings if someone out there could accept me - my heat periods, my violent libido?

The idea of a person like that…

That…

...was my one and only hope.

"A fated one, huh…"

I muttered that and scoffed at myself.

Only the smell of smoke and semen remained in the room.

That's right, only the scent of smoke and semen…

Thinking of things like that, I once again felt a self-deprecative smile on my face.

Neither the prostitutes, nor my subordinates had noticed the other scent which had to be here.

No one had noticed it yet.

END

体が熱い。

忌々しい熱が腹の奥から湧き上がってくるのを感じて、俺は思わず舌打ちをした。

「……おい、例のものの用意を頼む」

いつも傍に仕えている部下にそう言えば、そいつはすぐに察したようだった。

短く「はい」とだけ答えて、静かに部屋を出ていく。

ソファに深く腰掛け直して、俺は深いため息を吐いた。

その呼気にすら、普段とは明らかに違う熱がこもっている。

それを誤魔化すために、手にした葉巻を咥えて甘い煙を吸い込んだ。

本当に忌々しくて、反吐が出そうになる。

縞のある鞭のような尾が、無意識のうちに苛立たしげに揺れてしまう。

この世界ーーノルディアには、様々な種族がいる。

その中で獣人と呼ばれる種の一部は、性欲が増して己の本能を抑えられなくなる時 期がある。

いわゆる発情期だ。

大型種の虎の獣人である俺にも、発情期がある。

種族のせいか、この体に流れる血のせいか……俺の意思に反するように、性欲は人 並み以上に強いという自覚があった。

それだけでも不愉快なのに、発情期は苦痛すら覚えるほどにその欲求が体の奥底から湧いてくるからたまったもんじゃない……。

さっき部下に指示をしたのは、その忌々しい性欲の発散相手の調達だ。

「お待たせしました」

既に幾度となくこんな事を繰り返している。

それは数えるのも馬鹿らしいほどの無為な行為。

のことをよく知る部下は、さほど時間をかけずに一人の男を連れてきた。

露出の多い服を着ていて、いかにもな雰囲気から察するに、それなりに経験のある娼夫だろう。

しかし、さすがに俺のような『職業』の相手をすることは珍しいのか、少し戸惑っているようだった。

まあ、俺はどうみてもカタギには見えないだろうから、当然かもしれない。

だが、今の俺にはそいつを気遣ってやる余裕なんてなかった。

「さっさとこっちに来い。お前の仕事をしてくれ」

「は、はい」

顎で指してそう言えば、娼夫は俺の顔色を窺いながら俺の足元に跪く。

別にそこまでへりくだらなくてもいいのだが、俺の苛立ちが伝わってしまったのだろう。

だからといって、今の俺にそれを思いやってやる余裕なんてないのだが……。

少しおかしくなってふっと笑うと、娼夫は余計に焦ってしまったようだった。

「ずいぶん緊張しちまってるみてぇだな」

「慣れている者を連れてきたつもりだったのですが。この男は帰して、他の者を用意しましょうか？」

「い、いいえ！　待ってください、他の者なんて必要ありません。俺よりイイ娼婦なんて、この街にいませんから」

「ほう？」

娼夫にも矜持があるのだろう。さっきまでの怯えたような表情はどこへやら、すっと妖艶な笑みを浮かべて見せた。

そして、俺の股座にするりと手を伸ばす。

前が寛げられると、すでに勃起しきったイチモツが飛び出した。

「ひっ。でっ……か……」

思わず、というように娼夫がつぶやく。

自分のモノながら確かに初めて見るのであれば驚くのも当然だろう。

男の顔の縦幅よりも長く、片手では掴めないくらいの太さを誇る巨根だ。

だからといってどうだという話ではあるのだが……。

こういったものは見慣れているはずの娼夫も、驚いたように目を丸くしている。

「はじめろ」

こういう反応には慣れていたが、辟易もしていた。

葉巻の煙とともに冷たく吐き捨ててやると、娼夫は軽く眉を顰める。

どうやら部屋の隅で待機している部下が気になるらしく、ちらりとそちらへ視線を向けていた。

「あの人は……？　一緒にするんですか？」

「あいつは置物だと思っていい。気にするな」

「ふうん……そう。わかりました」

見張られているようで、居心地が悪いのだろう。

それとも、俺の機嫌を損ねたら、そこにいる部下に殺されるとでも思ったのか。

だが、娼夫はすぐに気を取り直したようだった。

挑発的な上目遣いをこちらに向けて俺のイチモツに口付けをする。

発情期のせいで敏感になっているから、亀頭に熱い舌が触れただけで先走りが溢れてきた。

娼夫はそれを舌で掬い、尖端に吸い付いてくる。そうしながら竿を扱かれた。

慣れていると言っていたが、たしかにテクニックは悪くない。

しかし、焦らすように先の方ばかり舐められて、少々面倒な気分になってきた。

今は愉しむことが目的じゃない。

さっさと出すものを出して、この発情期の欲求を発散してしまいたいだけだ。

「ちまちま舐めてねぇで、ちゃんと咥えろ」

「んむ、こんな大きいの、無理ですよ。でも、ちゃんと気持ちよくするから大丈……むごっ！？」

まどろっこしいので、俺は娼夫の頭を掴んで無理やり股座に押し付ける。

俺のモノは口腔内を通りすぎ、亀頭が狭い喉を突く。

娼夫は低い呻き声をあげて、必死に抵抗しようとしていた。見開いた眼には、涙が浮かんでいる。

「んご、っ、ぐぐっ」

「ほら、入った。無理じゃねぇだろ。このまま続けろ」

「ぐ、げほっ、う゛ぅっ」

喉奥を犯されて、娼夫は肩をびくびくと震わせひどく噎せている。

しかし喉をイチモツで塞がれていて、咳をすることもできないようだった。

自分から動くことは難しそうだと感じ、仕方なく俺が手伝ってやることにする。

爪が立たないように頭を強く掴みなおすと、強引に更に喉奥へと挿入した。

俺のイチモツは口腔と喉とその奥を押しひろげて体内に飲み込まれる。

そしてそれをずるっと引き抜けば、声にならない悲鳴を娼夫はあげる。

その声帯が震えて、心地よい刺激を俺に与えてくれた。

人間の喉をつかった自慰のような行為だが、発情期の欲求の発散にはこれで充分だ。

部屋に水音を響かせながら、それを何度も繰り返す。

「うぶっ、ぐ、えっ、ぐうっ」

涙と唾液でぐちゃぐちゃになった顔を真っ赤にして、娼夫は抗議するように俺の腿を何度も叩いていた。

それでもイチモツには歯を立てないのだから、さすがプロといったところだ。

「もう少し、我慢しろ」

痙攣する喉肉が与える快感に、徐々に射精感がこみあげてきていた。

少し抜き差しのペースを速めると、娼夫は抵抗する力もなくなったかのようにビクンビクンと体を跳ねさせるだけになる。

もう垂れ流しのようになった唾液と胃液が、俺の足元に小さな水たまりを作った。

「……ッ、出すぞ」

喉奥深くに突き込んで、腹の中に向かって発情期で溜まりきった欲をぶちまける。

強い快楽と、一瞬の解放感。

そして、どうしようもない虚しさが後には残る。

娼夫は大量の精液を胃に流し込まれて、呆然としているようだった。

唇からは、白濁が溢れてぼたぼたと滴り落ちている。

掴んでいた頭を離してやれば、粘液に塗れたイチモツを吐き出して、床に手をついてひどく咳込む。

「がはっ、げほっ！　はあっ！　おえっ、はぁ！」

俺は足元にうずくまる男を見ながら葉巻を咥えなおし、ゆっくりと煙を吸い込み口に含む。

腹の奥で渦巻いていた熱が、すうっと冷めていく。

射精をしたことで、発情期の狂おしい性衝動は静まってくれたようだ。

「っ、げほ、んぐっ……ひ、ひどすぎるっ！　こんな、げほっ、窒息して死ぬかと思ったっ！」

余韻と共に煙を味わっていると、娼夫がしゃがれた声で文句を言う。

死ぬ前に抜いてやっただろ、と言い返したくなるが無視をする。

もうこの男の仕事は終わった。

天井へ向かい煙を吐き出しながら、俺は待機していた部下へと視線で合図を送る。

「お疲れさまでした。さあ、お帰りください」

「はぁ！？　ちょっと、待っ……まだ前戯でしょう？　抱かなくていいの！？」

部下はつかつかと娼夫の傍まで歩いていくと、肩を掴んで半ば強引に立ち上がらせた。

俺が掴んでいたせいで髪は乱れ、顔も体液でどろどろになった娼夫が、ジロリとこちらを睨みつけてくる。

ひどいと言っていたくせに、まだ行為を続けるつもりだったのか。

「そんなものは、必要ない」

はっきりとそう言ってやると、侮辱されたとでも言いたげに顔を真っ赤にして怒りだした。

「こんな一方的に、道具みたいにっ！　葉巻なんか吸いながらされるなんてっ……せめてちゃんと抱けよっ！」

わめく娼夫だったが、部下に引きずられるようにして部屋から連れ出されていった。

二人が出ていき、途端に室内が静かになる。

望まぬ本能に翻弄されて、襲い来る性衝動をこんな風に処理しなければならない。

それが虚しくて堪らなかった。

一生これが続くのかと思うと、自分の存在自体を呪いそうになるほどだ。

この暴力的な性欲を、発情期の俺を、受け入れてくれる奴が居ればこんな気持ちにはならないで済むのだろうか。

いつか出会うことが出来るかもしれないそんな相手。

それが、それだけが。

俺の中の、唯一の希望だった。

「運命の相手、か……」

ぽつりと呟いて、俺は一人で自らを嘲笑った。

葉巻と精液の匂いだけが部屋の中に漂っている。

そう、葉巻と精液の香りだけが……。

そんな事を考え、俺は改めて自嘲めいた笑みを浮かべてしまう。

ここにあるはずのもう一つの香りに、あの娼夫も部下たちも。

まだ誰も、気づいてはいない。

END