Torpor released me gradually, awakening dormant muscles one at a time. First a toe. Then a leg.
Faded remnants of dreams danced behind my eyelids while I waited. Endless hallways. A ghost town. That one heist thing in Ecuador, but where all the money had been replaced by chewing gum.
That had been weird. But pretty cool.
Especially once Arx had shown up out of absolutely nowhere to start kicking everyone’s ass. The ending in particular still stood out for me. It had been so beautiful. So vibrant with color. But right at the climax, I had been hit by this strange wave of sadness. It was nonsensical, as dreams often were, but emotions tend to be slow in listening to reason.
However, before that, and much more distinctly, I recalled having a conversation with Mia. And that, at least, had felt quite real.
Hmm… I hope she got around to distributing my attribute points.
A deep breath stretched my ribs before I could stop myself, and I waited, bracing for the inevitable. But strangely, no pangs from my many injuries came to punish me. I felt… fine. More than fine, actually. I was hale and healthy in a way I had not been for quite some while. Though, I was feeling a tad peckish.
New fantasies began spinning themselves out of the remnants of my dreaming mind, enticing me with bowls of blackberries and cream. A faceless waiter handed me a toddy with a twist of orange peel on a toothpick. One of those fancy balls of clear ice clinked in the glass, and I pulled the rich aroma of alcohol and bitters deeply into my lungs.
Ah… I can almost smell it. That sharp, yet decadent sweetness.
But there was something else in there, sort of flirting with the rest. More an undercurrent than anything, it was acrid. Harsh. Less refined. Though… perhaps a bit smoky? Like something just set to roast over a slow flame.
My lips parted as I drew in another breath, wishfully sampling at the air. I could smell it, I realized. Beyond a simple dream, somehow the scent of food was all over the place! Fruit. Honey. Even that weirdly acidic aroma.
But overlying it all was the spicy sting of whiskey. It was so strong, it kind of reminded me of being in the tasting room of a distillery.
Bizarrely, the realization caused my groin to tighten in response… and for a good deal of the fog to clear from my mind.
Waaaait a minute…
Just as my synapses were finally beginning to fire, a previously unnoticed weight shifted on my hips. “Mmmh~”
My left eyebrow twitched, and I cracked my eyelids open just enough to let in a bit of light. Dim—and blue—though it was, I could still make out an ephemeral, semi-opaque cloth draped overhead and the four corners of bedposts. Which… was neither the tasting room I had imagined nor the upstairs balcony I should have awoken on.
The weight shifted yet again, this time accompanied by an extremely pleasant suckling sensation along my manhood.
“Come on…” a woman’s voice whispered, and when I glanced down, I found her mounted atop me with her back turned. Slowly grinding away. “I know I felt ye stir. Please… wake up, me master. Need it so bad…”
I was shocked—in a completely unsurprised sort of way. Which is a strange emotional pairing, but no less accurate.
The last time I had awoken from slumber, I had caught Lynnria masturbating to the sight of my morning wood. I remembered feeling embarrassed for her—despite privately enjoying the scene—but that shame had been tempered by the realization that my lilim would never have stopped at a mere flick of the bean.
I had been right, it turned out. And now I knew precisely where that scent was coming from. How perverse was I becoming to crave a thing like that so strongly?
That aside, I was confronted with the realization that this was a form of sexual assault.
Technically.
I had been unconscious. It counts.
Not that I was planning on pressing charges. Waking up to a smoking hot red-head gyrating on top of me was pretty low on my list of things to get upset about. Practically non-existent, in point of fact.
Also, this particular red-head had something of a blanket permission slip.
“Please,” she moaned again, arching her back so as to address the ceiling and causing her unruly hair to fall between her shoulder blades. For a moment, she pulled her hands away from my thighs to cup her breasts and shuddered into my pelvis. “By the Master’s eyes… so hungry.”
I worked a tongue in a mouth gone suddenly dry. I had thought myself inured to the deprivations of these lilim. I had been chased. Seduced. Bargained with. Begged. But to see one actively beseeching the heavens? For me to wake up and pound her senseless?
More than that, however… I could feel her hunger. There was a hollowness, papery and thin, tracing its way through our connection. Flitting about the edges of my Core. My own seemed to recognize it in kind, and the two began to mirror one another in dance like a distant campfire reflected against a still lake.
My groin pulsed, and the lilim gasped as her own greedily devoured the additional length. “Yes! More! Please,” she whimpered, then leaned forward to clutch at my leg. Her upper body writhed against me, tickling and teasing the fine hairs below my shin with the distended tips of her chest. “Aye, there ye be… yer feelin’ yer Jax now. Can hear her calling fer ye. Ah~ Mercy’s breath.”
I did not say anything. Not that I could have. Whatever thoughts might have been swirling within my mind evaporated.
All that remained were visions of the lilim in my lap. The fine ridges of muscle playing along her spine. The smooth taper of her waist flaring out at her hips. The plush yet wondrously toned cushion of her backside nestled into my lap. Her pleas for me to awaken. To stiffen. To fuck her.
My cock roared to life. In the same instant, the whole of her body seized and contorted. The tunnel within her clenched at my length, crawled along it, greedily sucking it ever deeper. But I had only just started.
Taking firm hold of her wondrous backside, I twisted, toppling her over so that I could mount her properly. And as a special treat, I decided to activate the Hammer of Glory. We had been too long apart, and I wanted her to remember this.
Just as I was coming to my knees, the flow of raw pleasure lanced through our bond, and she let out a long and tortured moan into the bedsheets. Whatever orgasm she had just endured was suddenly jolted to another level, making it look like just the foreshock of the earthquake to come.
And… I could feel all of it. Though faintly, as from distant echoes. Her body was connected to mine in both a literal and metaphysical sense. I could feel the aftershocks, the plateaus, the spasms. I could feel her catching breaths, her convulsions, the heady rush of endorphins flooding her mind. I could feel her flesh clamping onto my cock, seeking to draw every scrap of essence from me.
The whole of her was laid out before me like an ocean of the faithful, chanting mantras in worship to the sensations I was pouring into her.
Far from distracting, it only served to heighten my own state of arousal. For of course, she too was influencing me. I could feel her own skill trickling through my blood. Subtly fanning the fires of my passion.
She wanted my eyes to crawl over her body. To fixate on the ripples I pounded into her backside. To shiver at the music of her cries of ecstasy. She wanted me to desire her. To see her as the most glorious woman that ever could be.
Rather than fight them, I embraced these feelings. She was my First. I wanted to love her and every inch of her.
“Ah~ fuck me eyes!” she yelled wretchedly. “Come! Fill me! I can’t wait anymore. Three above, please!”
Her outcry sent a shiver down my spine, and my groin tightened precipitously. I was close.
Taking firm hold of her hips, I began to pound in earnest. Her passionate wails—each laced with inhuman undertones—rose even higher and thrummed through my chest. Her nails pierced into the bedding as she sought the traction to match my vigor, thrust for thrust.
My eruption came upon me far too slowly, to the point it was almost painful. I had been teased and prodded by Lynnria for what felt like days. My reunion with Arx had been cut short by the collapse of the labyrinth. I had even suffered under the Lust Ailment.
In short, my balls were about as blue as they could get, and now that the pressure valve had been released… Well, when that sort of thing happens, the result tends to be…
Dense.
There might have even been some crying involved.
Seleroan
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Torpor released me gradually, awakening dormant muscles one at a time. First a toe. Then a leg.
Faded remnants of dreams danced behind my eyelids while I waited. Endless hallways. A ghost town. That one heist thing in Ecuador, but where all the money had been replaced by chewing gum.
That had been weird. But pretty cool.
Especially once Arx had shown up out of absolutely nowhere to start kicking everyone’s ass. The ending in particular still stood out for me. It had been so beautiful. So vibrant with color. But right at the climax, I had been hit by this strange wave of sadness. It was nonsensical, as dreams often were, but emotions tend to be slow in listening to reason.
However, before that, and much more distinctly, I recalled having a conversation with Mia. And that, at least, had felt quite real.
Hmm… I hope she got around to distributing my attribute points.
A deep breath stretched my ribs before I could stop myself, and I waited, bracing for the inevitable. But strangely, no pangs from my many injuries came to punish me. I felt… fine. More than fine, actually. I was hale and healthy in a way I had not been for quite some while. Though, I was feeling a tad peckish.
New fantasies began spinning themselves out of the remnants of my dreaming mind, enticing me with bowls of blackberries and cream. A faceless waiter handed me a toddy with a twist of orange peel on a toothpick. One of those fancy balls of clear ice clinked in the glass, and I pulled the rich aroma of alcohol and bitters deeply into my lungs.
Ah… I can almost smell it. That sharp, yet decadent sweetness.
But there was something else in there, sort of flirting with the rest. More an undercurrent than anything, it was acrid. Harsh. Less refined. Though… perhaps a bit smoky? Like something just set to roast over a slow flame.
My lips parted as I drew in another breath, wishfully sampling at the air. I could smell it, I realized. Beyond a simple dream, somehow the scent of food was all over the place! Fruit. Honey. Even that weirdly acidic aroma.
But overlying it all was the spicy sting of whiskey. It was so strong, it kind of reminded me of being in the tasting room of a distillery.
Bizarrely, the realization caused my groin to tighten in response… and for a good deal of the fog to clear from my mind.
Waaaait a minute…
Just as my synapses were finally beginning to fire, a previously unnoticed weight shifted on my hips. “Mmmh~”
My left eyebrow twitched, and I cracked my eyelids open just enough to let in a bit of light. Dim—and blue—though it was, I could still make out an ephemeral, semi-opaque cloth draped overhead and the four corners of bedposts. Which… was neither the tasting room I had imagined nor the upstairs balcony I should have awoken on.
The weight shifted yet again, this time accompanied by an extremely pleasant suckling sensation along my manhood.
“Come on…” a woman’s voice whispered, and when I glanced down, I found her mounted atop me with her back turned. Slowly grinding away. “I know I felt ye stir. Please… wake up, me master. Need it so bad…”
I was shocked—in a completely unsurprised sort of way. Which is a strange emotional pairing, but no less accurate.
The last time I had awoken from slumber, I had caught Lynnria masturbating to the sight of my morning wood. I remembered feeling embarrassed for her—despite privately enjoying the scene—but that shame had been tempered by the realization that my lilim would never have stopped at a mere flick of the bean.
I had been right, it turned out. And now I knew precisely where that scent was coming from. How perverse was I becoming to crave a thing like that so strongly?
That aside, I was confronted with the realization that this was a form of sexual assault.
Technically.
I had been unconscious. It counts.
Not that I was planning on pressing charges. Waking up to a smoking hot red-head gyrating on top of me was pretty low on my list of things to get upset about. Practically non-existent, in point of fact.
Also, this particular red-head had something of a blanket permission slip.
“Please,” she moaned again, arching her back so as to address the ceiling and causing her unruly hair to fall between her shoulder blades. For a moment, she pulled her hands away from my thighs to cup her breasts and shuddered into my pelvis. “By the Master’s eyes… so hungry.”
I worked a tongue in a mouth gone suddenly dry. I had thought myself inured to the deprivations of these lilim. I had been chased. Seduced. Bargained with. Begged. But to see one actively beseeching the heavens? For me to wake up and pound her senseless?
More than that, however… I could feel her hunger. There was a hollowness, papery and thin, tracing its way through our connection. Flitting about the edges of my Core. My own seemed to recognize it in kind, and the two began to mirror one another in dance like a distant campfire reflected against a still lake.
My groin pulsed, and the lilim gasped as her own greedily devoured the additional length. “Yes! More! Please,” she whimpered, then leaned forward to clutch at my leg. Her upper body writhed against me, tickling and teasing the fine hairs below my shin with the distended tips of her chest. “Aye, there ye be… yer feelin’ yer Jax now. Can hear her calling fer ye. Ah~ Mercy’s breath.”
I did not say anything. Not that I could have. Whatever thoughts might have been swirling within my mind evaporated.
All that remained were visions of the lilim in my lap. The fine ridges of muscle playing along her spine. The smooth taper of her waist flaring out at her hips. The plush yet wondrously toned cushion of her backside nestled into my lap. Her pleas for me to awaken. To stiffen. To fuck her.
My cock roared to life. In the same instant, the whole of her body seized and contorted. The tunnel within her clenched at my length, crawled along it, greedily sucking it ever deeper. But I had only just started.
Taking firm hold of her wondrous backside, I twisted, toppling her over so that I could mount her properly. And as a special treat, I decided to activate the Hammer of Glory. We had been too long apart, and I wanted her to remember this.
Just as I was coming to my knees, the flow of raw pleasure lanced through our bond, and she let out a long and tortured moan into the bedsheets. Whatever orgasm she had just endured was suddenly jolted to another level, making it look like just the foreshock of the earthquake to come.
And… I could feel all of it. Though faintly, as from distant echoes. Her body was connected to mine in both a literal and metaphysical sense. I could feel the aftershocks, the plateaus, the spasms. I could feel her catching breaths, her convulsions, the heady rush of endorphins flooding her mind. I could feel her flesh clamping onto my cock, seeking to draw every scrap of essence from me.
The whole of her was laid out before me like an ocean of the faithful, chanting mantras in worship to the sensations I was pouring into her.
Far from distracting, it only served to heighten my own state of arousal. For of course, she too was influencing me. I could feel her own skill trickling through my blood. Subtly fanning the fires of my passion.
She wanted my eyes to crawl over her body. To fixate on the ripples I pounded into her backside. To shiver at the music of her cries of ecstasy. She wanted me to desire her. To see her as the most glorious woman that ever could be.
Rather than fight them, I embraced these feelings. She was my First. I wanted to love her and every inch of her.
“Ah~ fuck me eyes!” she yelled wretchedly. “Come! Fill me! I can’t wait anymore. Three above, please!”
Her outcry sent a shiver down my spine, and my groin tightened precipitously. I was close.
Taking firm hold of her hips, I began to pound in earnest. Her passionate wails—each laced with inhuman undertones—rose even higher and thrummed through my chest. Her nails pierced into the bedding as she sought the traction to match my vigor, thrust for thrust.
My eruption came upon me far too slowly, to the point it was almost painful. I had been teased and prodded by Lynnria for what felt like days. My reunion with Arx had been cut short by the collapse of the labyrinth. I had even suffered under the Lust Ailment.
In short, my balls were about as blue as they could get, and now that the pressure valve had been released… Well, when that sort of thing happens, the result tends to be…
Dense.
There might have even been some crying involved.
Seleroan
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