I returned to consciousness slowly, the fragments of some strange dream spinning off to the corners of my mind. I still rather vividly remembered something about a bunch of hovering pink pyramids in the sky. Then things had taken a bizarre turn, and I seemed to recall getting hot and heavy with Ahnbe of all people.
Which was kind of odd, because I had no idea what the Goddess even looked like. Dreams can be funny that way, though. The subconscious often seems to have no hangups in filling in blanks it has no business fiddling with. I have had them before where I played the role of some genius scientist and spun out a brilliant equation that, while it made sense at the time, in real life I would have no way of even reading much less coming up with.
Regardless, I was a little disappointed. Things had just started getting interesting, and as ever, that was the moment the dream decided to end. I blamed my adolescence. There was no shame quite like waking up with the bedsheets glued to your junk.
I was not quite ready to open my eyes, though. There were a number of points along my arms and legs that had that a certain dull ache. They were okay for now, but my intuition was telling me if I moved that would change.
Also, I was still quite erect, and I knew that if I succumbed to wakefulness completely, the pleasant sensations emanating from my crotch would subside almost immediately. So for at least a few minutes, I wanted to ‘ride the wave.’ There was a particularly nice warm breeze in the air that was feeling just about… perfect?
Wait… I could have sworn I made it back to the mansion. How could there be a breeze, much less a warm one?
That thought prompted me to crack open one eye. Once again, I was lying on my back on the central rug just under the flying-saucer chandelier. And when I rolled my head to one side, I took note of several bloodied green bandages tied to my arms. Evidently, Lynnria had tended to my wounds while I had been unconscious… with scraps from my clothes.
Where is she, anyway? I could not see her in my immediate periphery, but when I lifted my head, I found her quick enough. She was right by my legs. Scarcely a finger’s width from my exposed erection.
She looked near completely mesmerized, so focused on the length of flesh she might as well have been attempting to commit its every feature to memory. She had not even noticed me watching her. If I had not known better, I would have thought this her first confrontation with a man’s sex, but Mia had been so certain the girl had seen at least some action, it was difficult to dispute her.
Then again, I was almost certainly the only human she had ever seen, so the sheer exoticism of it was probably the main contributor.
It was then I noticed the young laoi rocking back and forth ever so slightly. With her hands clamped rather tightly between her thighs.
You’re kidding.
Prior to my coming to this world, I had never once entertained the idea that a girl—any girl—would ever think about doing something like this. I doubted it would even occur to them. But here I was… with a girl masturbating over my only just recently unconscious body.
I honestly doubted even the lilim would do it. Although, to be fair, they would not have bothered with even that amount of restraint. We had long since moved past the stage of discrete carriage rides, long walks in the park, and the occasional polite exchange of chaste yet vaguely suggestive letters. No, our relationship was more akin to the open buffet in downtown Vegas.
Which is not to say that I was upset. I mean, I was little embarrassed—more for her than myself—but it was also quite flattering. And kind of hot, if I were being honest.
On impulse, I flexed my groin muscle to set my member bouncing, mostly just to see how she would react. Surprised, she sucked in a breath and held it for several seconds before allowing it to escape again in a trembling cascade. A moment later, the gyration at her hips redoubled.
She seemed to like that, so obligingly, I flexed again. She gasped audibly in response, leaving her mouth open for her wanton panting. I will admit, watching the girl going at it like that—and so close to my erection—was rapidly eroding my restraint.
There is just something about a woman’s face when she is experiencing phenomenal pleasure. The strained bunching of her eyebrows, the plaintive look in her eyes, the ‘O’ of her lips, even the gentle sweep of her nose serve to magnify and enhance her beauty. It is endearing in a way that is difficult to describe.
But I was walking a knife’s edge with the girl already. If I allowed myself to falter, succumb to my own desires… well, I did not want to test how homicidal my lilim could become.
Just then, Lynnria’s eyes unfocused, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from squealing out her pleasure as her body began to quake with her self-wrought climax. I could feel the little puffs of air brushing against my exposed flesh from her shuddering breaths, and I had to struggle not to react. The minor stimulation was edging me something fierce, pushing me to the very limits of my self-control.
That would have given me away, though. And I would much rather hold the high ground for when she realized I was watching her. It would not do to let on that I was enjoying this, after all. Instead, I simply cocked an eyebrow and allowed a slight smirk to overcome my features.
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I returned to consciousness slowly, the fragments of some strange dream spinning off to the corners of my mind. I still rather vividly remembered something about a bunch of hovering pink pyramids in the sky. Then things had taken a bizarre turn, and I seemed to recall getting hot and heavy with Ahnbe of all people.
Which was kind of odd, because I had no idea what the Goddess even looked like. Dreams can be funny that way, though. The subconscious often seems to have no hangups in filling in blanks it has no business fiddling with. I have had them before where I played the role of some genius scientist and spun out a brilliant equation that, while it made sense at the time, in real life I would have no way of even reading much less coming up with.
Regardless, I was a little disappointed. Things had just started getting interesting, and as ever, that was the moment the dream decided to end. I blamed my adolescence. There was no shame quite like waking up with the bedsheets glued to your junk.
I was not quite ready to open my eyes, though. There were a number of points along my arms and legs that had that a certain dull ache. They were okay for now, but my intuition was telling me if I moved that would change.
Also, I was still quite erect, and I knew that if I succumbed to wakefulness completely, the pleasant sensations emanating from my crotch would subside almost immediately. So for at least a few minutes, I wanted to ‘ride the wave.’ There was a particularly nice warm breeze in the air that was feeling just about… perfect?
Wait… I could have sworn I made it back to the mansion. How could there be a breeze, much less a warm one?
That thought prompted me to crack open one eye. Once again, I was lying on my back on the central rug just under the flying-saucer chandelier. And when I rolled my head to one side, I took note of several bloodied green bandages tied to my arms. Evidently, Lynnria had tended to my wounds while I had been unconscious… with scraps from my clothes.
Where is she, anyway? I could not see her in my immediate periphery, but when I lifted my head, I found her quick enough. She was right by my legs. Scarcely a finger’s width from my exposed erection.
She looked near completely mesmerized, so focused on the length of flesh she might as well have been attempting to commit its every feature to memory. She had not even noticed me watching her. If I had not known better, I would have thought this her first confrontation with a man’s sex, but Mia had been so certain the girl had seen at least some action, it was difficult to dispute her.
Then again, I was almost certainly the only human she had ever seen, so the sheer exoticism of it was probably the main contributor.
It was then I noticed the young laoi rocking back and forth ever so slightly. With her hands clamped rather tightly between her thighs.
You’re kidding.
Prior to my coming to this world, I had never once entertained the idea that a girl—any girl—would ever think about doing something like this. I doubted it would even occur to them. But here I was… with a girl masturbating over my only just recently unconscious body.
I honestly doubted even the lilim would do it. Although, to be fair, they would not have bothered with even that amount of restraint. We had long since moved past the stage of discrete carriage rides, long walks in the park, and the occasional polite exchange of chaste yet vaguely suggestive letters. No, our relationship was more akin to the open buffet in downtown Vegas.
Which is not to say that I was upset. I mean, I was little embarrassed—more for her than myself—but it was also quite flattering. And kind of hot, if I were being honest.
On impulse, I flexed my groin muscle to set my member bouncing, mostly just to see how she would react. Surprised, she sucked in a breath and held it for several seconds before allowing it to escape again in a trembling cascade. A moment later, the gyration at her hips redoubled.
She seemed to like that, so obligingly, I flexed again. She gasped audibly in response, leaving her mouth open for her wanton panting. I will admit, watching the girl going at it like that—and so close to my erection—was rapidly eroding my restraint.
There is just something about a woman’s face when she is experiencing phenomenal pleasure. The strained bunching of her eyebrows, the plaintive look in her eyes, the ‘O’ of her lips, even the gentle sweep of her nose serve to magnify and enhance her beauty. It is endearing in a way that is difficult to describe.
But I was walking a knife’s edge with the girl already. If I allowed myself to falter, succumb to my own desires… well, I did not want to test how homicidal my lilim could become.
Just then, Lynnria’s eyes unfocused, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from squealing out her pleasure as her body began to quake with her self-wrought climax. I could feel the little puffs of air brushing against my exposed flesh from her shuddering breaths, and I had to struggle not to react. The minor stimulation was edging me something fierce, pushing me to the very limits of my self-control.
That would have given me away, though. And I would much rather hold the high ground for when she realized I was watching her. It would not do to let on that I was enjoying this, after all. Instead, I simply cocked an eyebrow and allowed a slight smirk to overcome my features.
Seleroan
Hey there, gentle reader.
Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
Each chapter is now being personalized with some... passable chapter-inspired AI generated art. I try. But it gives things a bit of color. And you can read ahead!
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
