Reversed Parallel World‘s Messiah

I took Isabelle to her bed.

I was the one pulling her, but upon reaching the bedside, she soon starts to lead the way.

“Well, then, here I go.”

As if she couldn’t wait anymore, she quickly took off the coverings of my lower body.

Then, after letting only the necessary parts to be laid bare on me, she mounted me and did the same on her own as well.

Isabelle unraveled her easy to remove clothing, where her rich breasts shook grandly as they are released. Her massive breasts bounced in front of me, tossing themselves from one place to another by her flurry of movements. Her skin, which could be the result of her daily efforts, was firm and white, as if it didn’t age at all.

My crotch begins to react to the sight of such a figure.

But from there, Isabelle suddenly stopped moving.

“Mm. I’m sorry. I guess I was a bit hasty. I forgot to use my magic.”

“What are you trying to do?”

Why does she need to use magic for sex? Is it one that enriches our vitality as to extend the duration of the hardness? Or is it the one that makes you feel even more aroused? Whatever that is, I want to know first.

“Hm? Don’t worry, it’s a magic that only makes me look prettier. Wouldn’t it be better to have a beautiful woman in your arms, my dear subject?”

That’s undoubtedly true. Youthful looking, firm skin. Large breasts, thin waistline. I’d be happy to hold a beauty like Isabelle’s, too.

“I know that in Blossom, there is no prejudice when it comes to appearances. Still, isn’t it better to look good on the outside, even if it’s the same on the inside?”

“I like Isabelle the way she is.”

I answered immediately.

Of course, for me, the current Isabelle is more attractive, but I also want her to remain natural.

No. It was more than that. I wanted Isabelle to remain in her natural state.

I want her to expose in front of me all the things she’s been hiding and pushing away because of her position.

And it should be possible because I’m a complete out-of-this-world stranger, without the prejudices and common sense of this world.

In order to convey my feelings, I moved to the side.

I slowly reached out to Isabelle’s chest, where her polished skin sucks me in. My hands softly deformed her large breasts.

“Hmm, you’re an odd one to jump on those big lumps of fat……nnho.”

I guess she didn’t completely trust me when I told her that she didn’t have to use magic, but Isabelle seemed to agree with me not to use it.

Her eyes caught the flesh rod that had begun to swell from enjoying her breasts.

This is so big…….gulp. Well then, let’s use my breasts first.”

Keeping with the common sense of this world, Isabelle took the lead.

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She used her big tits to pinch my meat stick.

“Uhaaa! This is so……hot, big, and hard. Is this really a man’s cock?”

A soft touch tries to envelop my rod. As she moves her hand around, the tits in between my rod changed their shapes in an odd way.

“Hnnnn, I feel like my breasts are about to get burned. Also, this……juru.”

Isabelle dribbles her spit toward the tit-covered penis.

Then, she spills it out of her mouth and onto the hard, differently colored, alien meat rod covered by her soft white breasts.

The expression on her face as she opens her mouth to let the saliva fall, which looks somewhat sloppy, is very erotic.

The clear silvery liquid runs down her upper tits and down her cleavage. As I stared at the scene, my meat pole twitched.

“Nn? What is it?”

Her face comes up, and she turns her attention to me. Since she’s in the middle of her tit-fuck, she created an upturned glance.

Isabelle, a powerful and beautiful woman, is looking up at me with my meat stick between her breasts, as if telling me she’s at my full mercy. When she looks at me with such eyes, my dick reacts again.

“You, you are feeling it? Even though I’m in this appearance?”

“Isabelle, you look incredibly luscious right now.”

“Hou……is that so?”

Still seemingly suspicious of me, Isabelle’s eyes then lingered to the head of my penis, which was protruding from her chest.

Then, as if she intends to crush it in between, she began to move up and down as well.

Her huge breasts completely swallowed my meat stick. Every moment where my cock pops out of her ample breasts is a sight to behold.

“Are you excited? On your cock being engulfed by big breasts like this.”

Her movements began to intensify as she said that. She moves her large breasts and rubs my rod even further up and down.

“I can clearly feel your shape by just holding it in my chest.”

Her breasts, which changed shape as it moved, tangled teasingly around it to match it with my flesh.

“Fuuu, haaa, do you prefer being done this way? What do you think?”

Isabelle moved her breasts while making messy noises.

Her arousal seemed to be growing, as her face is turning red as she moves her breasts wildly.

From above, her majestic, royal nipples are also perking up.

I reach out and pinch those nipples. I rubbed my fingers together, feeling the firmness of them in my palms.

“Ohoo!! W-what are you doing all of a sudden!?”

“I’m playing with your nipples, Your Majesty Isabelle.”

I tried to push them inwards, and they quickly come back up. Nevertheless, I kept doing those as I rubbed her stiff peaks against my fingers.

“Aaaaaahhhmm! Fuuu, noo. I can’t believe a man would be twitting me like this.”

The Queen must have never played a passive role, being already pleased with something common like this. This sensation must be fresh for her.

While I did that, I started moving my hips.

“Hnnhaaa! Your hot cock is going wild in my chest! Aaah, kuhh!”

As she had said, I rampaged my meat rod around her royal tits, enjoying her body that was well-maintained up to her every inch and corners. Her tits soon became slippery with her saliva and my precum.

As there’s now a little resistance, I fucked her breasts as if it was sliding through a lubricated tunnel.

“Aaaaah, that’s it! Yes! Nnnn, fuaaaaah!”

Of course, I didn’t forget to play with her nipples. I loosened and tightened their grip with fingers, adding more and more fuel to her pleasure.

Despite all of that, she managed to bring her arms closer, crushing her own breasts even more.

My cock that was held inside her tits was squeezed tight as a result.

“I got you now. How about this? Lero.”

“Ugh.”

Isabelle started licking the head protruding from her breasts. As most of the rod is wrapped in her soft tits, she could only cover the rest with her glossy tongue.

Yet that didn’t bother her a bit; instead, she got bolder and bolder the more she did it.

“Pero, chuu, jururu, lerolero. Puhaaa.”

Her mouth left my now spit-soaked head, but it was soon swallowed by her tits once again.

Then she starts moving her breasts, but unlike the last time, it was not just up and down. She also went left and right, churning and turning them as she goes.

Completely buried and out of sight, a meat rod shook inside Isabelle’s tits.

The unpredictable, multidirectional pleasure from many directions almost put me on edge.

As if she has also sensed this, Isabelle smiled bewitchingly.

“Fufuu, it’s fine. Go ahead and cum. Well, I’m still going to squeeze you out even more after that.”

As if she had declared my last spurt, she began a vigorous and pure up and down rubbing, causing my flesh-rod to repeatedly peek out and retract from her cleavage in quick succession.

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“Ugh, I’m cumming.”

“Wow, this is amazing……”

As I couldn’t take it anymore, I thrust my nips as hard as I could, causing the meat stick that seemed to grow out of her tits to ejaculate vigorously.

The semen shot out high like a fountain. It stained Isabelle’s face and chest when it came down in lavish pours.

The sperm stuck to her skin and dripped underneath, creating the sloshy white lines as it goes down her body.

“So thick, and so much as well……”

“I’m sorry, Isabelle.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, you should feel proud of the fact that you let out such a great thing here.”

She spoke as she licked the semen that came on her face.

“Hnnn, if something like this is to get inside of me……gulp.”

Isabelle’s naughty appearance caused my erection, which had nearly subsided after ejaculating, to begin again.

My flesh rod swelled up inside her loosely wrapped tits.

“Ooh. It’s already back. So, this is what those Blossom people……”

She turned her gaze to the flesh rod in her chest before shifting towards my face.

“Truly, Lord Tomoaki may be our messiah.”

Isabelle said, straight away.

I don’t think of myself as such a big deal. But as long as I could make the person in front of me feel a little bit better, it’s already enough to make me happy.

As such, I want the person in front of me, Isabelle, to feel that as well.

Now it’s time for the real thing.

Isabelle wipes first her semen-covered face and body.

As she is wiping with her back facing me, I can see the line from her back to her ass.

The waist is so thin that it looks as if it might break with a little squeeze, yet her buttocks are perky despite its colossal volume.

It’s a shame that she’s usually hiding these with magic when she’s this attractive.

But while she was still wiping herself off and getting ready, I was already set and raring to go. 

Soon after, my patience broke, and with my enlarged meat rod, I rushed towards her in a hurry.