Chapter 121

Warm water and soft skin is a wonderful combination.

Ever tried to dip your hand in a bucket of water and run your hand over its sides under the water?

Slippery isn’t it?

That was how I felt when I slid my palm over Lin’s stomach on my way down to her lower lips – except, the way her soft stomach gave way under the pressure of my palm and how I could feel her muscles shiver underneath was incomparably more pleasurable.

Reaching my destination, I dug my fingers into the sides of her mound, kneading the soft flesh, deliberately avoiding her slit.

Meanwhile, my other hand wasn’t idle, carefully fondling and weighing her soft breasts under water.

Old man Archimedes had a point when he went streaking yelling ‘Eureka.’

Comparing the weight of Lin’s breasts under water to my memory of their heft when I was fondling them just an hour ago assured me that they weighed less submerged.

And they felt better too.

My palm slid over them due to the lubrication of the water, making them deform into various shapes.

Despite trying her best not to, Lin moaned cutely whenever my palm rubbed her stiff nipples.

Now that I had a more leisurely mindset, without the pressure of impending death, I turned my attention to drinking in every detail of her body.

As a Cultivator, and one from Yin Demon Sect at that, Lin was obviously stunning.

Her skin was a pearlescent white and under the silver curtain of moonlight, it gleamed ethereally.

Droplets of water and sweat beaded her skin and wisps of steam wreathed her as the warm water in the barrel vaporized, enhancing her beauty.

For a moment, I nearly stopped my ministrations unable to wrap my mind around the fact that I had such a woman in my embrace, surrendering her body to me.

Then, I attacked her with renewed vigour.

I began to move my hand on her crotch closer to her slit, massaging my way closer to it gradually.

Lin tried to instinctively close her legs but my thighs made it impossible. Now that I was stronger, her clamping was no longer the threat it had been.

In fact, the feel of her taut thighs pressing against mine was arousing in its own right.

Raising one of her breasts out of the water, I leaned my head over her shoulder and included her stiff nipple into my mouth, kissing it, licking it and gently nibbling it. Her nipples were pink and cylindrical like the erasers at the backs of pencils and just as chewy.

The effect was immediate. Lin bucked in my embrace, dislodging my hold on her breast and it fell back into the water with a slight plop.

Double D’s at the very least.

Did they even have bras here, or did all women wrap their assets with strips of cloth.

I might look into introducing that here. I could imagine it already, Thimble Thornton, Sex Guru and inventor of lingerie.

Straightening, I found Lin looking at me with misty eyes, as if reproaching me for teasing her.

“I-I want you in me. Please.” She entreated and I nearly gave in to her right then and there.

Instead, I bent down and stole her lips.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected action and she stiffened against me trying to speak through the impediment of my lips, only managing to make garbled moans.

My tongue breached her defences, pushing through her lips and tangling her tongue.

She tried to move her mouth aside but I held her in place by pinching her chin with my hand.

She struggled a bit before giving in to the kiss. Admirably, she still heeded my initial orders and didn’t let go of the sides of the barrel.

Her reaction to my kiss confirmed it. It wasn’t a common practice here. Sex might be prevalent in the sect but foreplay and even masturbation was rare. Where the purpose of intercourse was to drain the opposite party’s life, looking after their pleasure was obviously a waste of time and effort.

Soon, Lin got into the swing of the thing, responding to me eagerly, fighting me with her tongue, trying to take over the offensive.

But whenever she got cocky, I would slide my finger up her slit, making her yelp and breaking her offensive. After it happened a few times, she just gave up and surrendered herself to me, and this time, I could find none of the stiffness that was there earlier.

She was leaning her full weight on my chest and the back of her head on my right shoulder.

Our lips parted and a line of saliva connected our lips, glinting silver under the moonlight.

Drawing my head back, I looked into her eyes that sparkled with lust.

Her moist lips soundlessly shaped her plea: ‘Please’ and I answered by finally touching her clit with the fingers of my right hand.

Her hips jerked upwards at the sudden simulation. Her head snapped forward. She breathed in sharply through her nose and bit down on her lip to stop up her moan as a light orgasm hit her.

Relentlessly, I massaged the tiny pink nub of flesh on her lower lips, sending waves of pleasure through her.

As she settled back down on my thighs, I could feel the muscles in her butt and thighs vibrating as multiple light orgasms hit her.

I kept rubbing her clit, gently then with increasing speed and pressure. At the same time, I resumed kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, lightly twisting them once in a while.

Kissing my way up her exposed neck, I enjoyed the feel of her pulse against my lips as I lingered over her carotid before moving up the line of her jaw too her ear.

I gently bit her earlobe. “Ahh..” she couldn’t help but leak her voice. Blowing into it brought a greater reaction as she shuddered and squirmed.

The corners of my lips curved up. I loved ticklish women.

I nibbled her ear, massaged her breasts and kneaded her clit, under this trifecta of stimulation, the convulsions of her thigh and butt muscles increased in intensity in proportion to the intensity of her orgasms until …

“Whaummmm…” with an unrestrained moan of pleasure, she climaxed strongly, her whole body from head to toe, locking up in a rictus of pleasure.

Hugging her tightly to my chest with my left arm under her breasts I rubbed her clit harder and faster, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible.

Her moan died out as she released all the air in her lungs and forgot to breathe back in from the waves of pleasure blanking her mind.

With how her soft ass wriggled and squirmed against my rock-hard dick, I had to clench my teeth and endure to prevent myself from reaching a climax of my own.

Slowly, she came down from her high and collapsed against me, softly. Her chest heaved as she breathed in air in gulps.

“T-that was a-amazing.” She gasped out as soon as she was able to talk.

Letting go of the sides of the barrel, she twisted in my lap and hugged my neck, burying her head into the crook of my neck. She inhaled my scent greedily.

“That was amazing.” She repeated breathily.

Her skin was flushed a light red from the warm water and her recent violent climax.

Contentment radiated off her in waves. It was almost palpable. The purr of a cat, the patter of rain against tin roofs, the trilling of songbirds in Spring… that’s what it sounded like.

When I hugged her tight, the purr intensified, the rain fell harder, the songbirds sang a chorus. It was then that I realized that I could read her emotions in the form of sound.

Curious, I reached up and grabbed a breast – her signal dropped in pitch momentarily before taking on a new urgent cast.

I twisted a nipple and her signal trilled. Looking up at me with lust filled eyes, she hugged me tighter, crushing her breasts against my chest and mashing her lips into mine.

Her fingers twined with my short hair and pushed my lips harder into hers. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her signal played a marching song in the background of the war of our tongues.

My erection was so strong that I couldn’t wait anymore. Grabbing her ass, I raised her hips slightly and let her shift in my lap till she was facing me again. All the while she kissed me passionately, holding my face in her palms. Her signal grew stronger and stronger till it was filling my ears with her lust.

Reaching down with a hand, I rubbed the tip of my stiff member up and down her slit and her signal peaked each time it touched her clit.

Without any warning, I bucked my hip and slammed my entire length into her, the water and her fluids letting me slide into her fully in a single stroke. Her signal dipped for a moment before it came back stronger than ever before.

Standing up in the centre of the barrel, the water cascaded off our joined bodies.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking us together as I supported her weight with my hands below her ass. She let go of my neck and leaned back in my grasp, arching her back and using her hands to grab the edge of the barrel behind her, exposing her breasts to me.

Despite their side, they didn’t splay to the sides but stayed perkily in the centre, heaving in time to her rapid breaths. If I wasn’t something of an expert in such matters and knew that hers were natural, I would have assumed that there was some surgery involved.

Impatiently, I pulled back a little, her signal dropping in pitch the further back I pulled and then slammed back into her depths, making her breasts jiggle from the motion and her signal shoot up the scales as she threw her head back and moaned.

Her pussy was seriously the best I had ever had, warmth, moistness, tightness, undulations, everything was the very best. I could feel myself extremely close to my limits.

But I hadn’t forgotten the danger of sex with her. If I came before her she, unlike me would drain me dry even if she didn’t want to.

So, I had to hold on until she came again.

I desperately tried to distract myself from the intense pleasure by figuring out her signal worked. When I teased her with long slow thrusts, her music had the undulating cadence of a violin serenade. When I pounded her hard and fast, her signal played like a guitar riff at a rock concert.

I pounded her relentlessly, playing her like an instrument by listening to the song of her lust. The water splashed and turned choppy from the intensity of our movements. The barrel even began to rock and I was afraid that it would tip over but I was too horny to care and increased my pace instead. Her signal peaked as she came and her folds clamped down on me so hard that it almost hurt.

Reaching my limit, I came in her after six to seven hard thrusts. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her up and kissed her. And she kissed me back.

I sat back down in the water and placed her on my lap with my still hard dick inside her.

We kissed and cuddled with Lin acting like a dog and nuzzling her face against mine and licking my neck. Her signal grew diffuse and mellow – something I was realizing represented contentment.

Hugging her to me tightly and basking in the afterglow, I used my soul to inspect the changes taking place within us.

After all, I couldn’t forget my real purpose, now could I?

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“I’ve finished with her wounds, you can come in now.” I sighed, laying back.

Jerard burst into the room and immediately walked up to Rosetta. “Rosetta! You’re alright.”

Rosetta was deliberately avoiding looking over at me, but she couldn’t stop the pink from forming on her cheeks. “Y-yes, of course!”

Jerard smiled in relief as the other girls piled in behind him. He sat next to her bed and grabbed her hand in a reassuring way. Meanwhile, I also avoided looking at Rosetta. Well, it wasn’t like I was bothered by having to use Cat’s Meow. Perhaps that big gash on her leg shouldn’t be so high up, but with Mental Resistance firing, I felt fine. However, it would have been nice if it did bother me just a little. That would have at least meant that I didn’t see putting my head between Rosetta’s legs and licking as something sexual.

Regrettably, my skills couldn’t lie to me. I got enough out of licking Rosetta’s legs that Mental Resistance cut in. So much for convincing myself this was purely professional. At the end of it all, I had to accept that I was a pervert in one way or another.

“I’ll be heading to my tent then,” I said.

Jerard barely nodded as his eyes were focused on his injured friend. However, I felt Rosetta’s eyes on my back as I left the tent. We were now in the area immediately outside the labyrinth. As labyrinths posed a real danger, there was a small grouping of soldiers stationed in the area to act as an early warning system. With that came merchants who wished to sell stuff to the traveling adventurers. The tent where we were stationed was a traveling healer, but there was also a makeshift bar and blacksmith for light repairs. Even though it was only about a five-hour journey to the town, sometimes that journey was too dangerous without a stop or rest.

“Ahhhh!” A small boy collapsed to the ground, a man behind him whipping the boy.

I glanced over at them. The boy had a collar around his neck just like the other slaves. It looked a bit like mine, except cheaper and more decrepit.

“Move!” The slave trader shouted. “Get up! Get up!”

He lifted the whip, ready to bring it down on the boy’s back. A woman ran over, throwing her herself around the boy. The whip struck her face instead.

“Naaaa…” She let out a cry as she weakly held the boy.

“Mother, no!” The boy under her cried out.

“You fucking whore!” The trader grew angrier.

The woman was pretty and likely had the potential to sell well. Giving her a scar on her face devalued her. The trader was basically angry at himself for damaging his profits, but he’d never say that out loud. Instead, he had both the mother and child pulled to the side and stripped down to their privies. Each one received five lashings on the back. A few adventurers or merchants watched, but this was mostly ignored by everyone.

I turned around and left with a forced smile on my face. It wasn’t my problem. It was only when I made it back to the small tent we had rented earlier when I realized that this behavior was different then what I once did. There was a time I would have run forward and taken her place. There was a time I would have seduced the slaver to go lenient on them or tried to buy them, using my body as the price. However, I realized that I didn’t care, and I wasn’t bothered by it at all.

This world, it was changing me into somebody I no longer recognized. Life wasn’t as important to me as it once was. Having lost so many people along the way, perhaps I was growing callous. Even earlier, I thought nothing of running that ogre through the neck. He looked at me with loving eyes, and I felt nothing. I wasn’t creeped out at his adoration. In fact, it felt normal to be looked at that way.

Thankfully, no one had seen me use my abilities. The group had retreated a distance by the time I slew the ogre. They found it difficult to believe I had killed it, especially when I wasn’t opened to details on explaining how. They summed it up to be pure luck as if the ogre had fallen on my blade by accident. Well, for all intent and purposes, he had. However, I wasn’t up to making up some kind of story, so as far as they were concerned, it was a serendipitous event.

As for my leveling, I didn’t even read the options that were given to me. I selected no instantly, locking myself out of making a choice. It would only tempt me to gain another special skill. I had over 40 special skills already, and yet none of it really made me all that powerful. Even if I selected another skill that I wanted, I didn’t think it could be as useful as evolving. If evolving turned out to be impossible, then I always had the point for my next level. And so, I sat in the tent with my status screen floating in front of me.

“What should I pick, seriously.”

I could pick something seemingly strong, making it even more powerful. Or, I could pick something somewhat weak, hoping it becomes more useful in its next manifestation. There was the celestial whip, except that I was training with the sword now. Then again, if I leveled the celestial whip, would it become the celestial sword? Maybe something like that was possible. See? It wasn’t that easy selecting the ability I wanted to evolve.

Leveling up has become exceedingly slow. I convinced myself I didn’t need to level anymore, but perhaps a skill that amplified my experience would help? Wait… there was one thing that I wanted to try. When Masochism became BDSM, I gained control over a skill that was previously uncontrollable. Originally, all I could do was accept the extreme pleasure delivered by pain, causing me to nearly lose it at times from extreme sexual lust. Now, I could simply ignore the pain if I so chose. That was a very powerful change that imprinted on me deeply.

So, if an evolution of a passive skill made it controllable in the past, perhaps it could work again. The thing that hurt me the most, I felt, was the same thing that kept me alive the longest. Mental Fortitude was a skill that allowed me to resist all the horrifying things I experienced during sex. If I evolved it, maybe I’d have the ability to turn it off and on. That would be deeply helpful. Acting was like second nature to me now, but there were plenty of times when I couldn’t act. Situations where it took too long to react, for example. If I could have mastery over my mind, then perhaps I could finally start to feel human again.

“Very well, let’s do it!” I said to myself.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the best choice. Leveling up my mental fortitude would allow me to feel human again. Perhaps, I’d care about that slave boy and his mom. Perhaps I’d care more about the formation of adventurers I put in jeopardy. As I evolved on this path, I think it only fitting that my mental abilities evolved as well.

I concentrated on putting my point into mental fortitude. Instantly, I felt a surge of strength not unlike when I leveled up. A moment later, text appeared in my vision. It worked! I was so excited that it worked that it took me another minute to finally settle down and read the flavor text describing it.

{Your skill has evolved into Sexual Fortitude.}

{Replaces Mental Fortitude, every action is considered sexual in nature, the normal effect of mental fortitude remains.}

“Huh?” The words popped out of my mouth before I could help myself.

Every action is sex? I looked up, suddenly finding myself mildly aroused, just sitting there in the tent all alone. I crossed my legs quickly, my forehead furrowing as I glanced at the words again, and then a third time. No matter how much I looked at it, the words didn’t seem to change at all. Every action is considered sexual in nature. That means… I’m always horny?

“How does that help me?” I shouted, likely scaring anybody walking by my tent.

Isn’t this the exact opposite of what I wanted? I wanted my skill to become something I could shut off? This just did the opposite. If everything was sexual, then my mental fortitude would now never stop working. I would have cried, but apparently crying was too sexy, and thus mental fortitude could only allow me to fake cry. I barely felt human before, and now in an attempt to reclaim my humanity I had thrown the last of it away.

“Aria, are you here?” Jerard poked his head into the tent, causing me to jump.

I went to wipe the tears from my face, but when my hand touched my cheek, there were none. Right… Sexual Fortitude. I’d have to really work to push out tears now. A need suddenly rose up in me. I needed something emotional. Since I couldn’t cry, there was only one thing left that could make me feel. My eyes landed on Jerard, who was looking a bit more attractive to me now. I stood up and immediately walked up to Jerard, wrapping my arms around him.

“Aria?” Jerard gave me a confused look as I pulled him to me.

“Shut up,” I responded, my lips immediately attacking him.

Jerard barely offered resistance as I kissed him roughly for several minutes. He fought even less as I dragged him over to the bedding and pushed him down on it. Jerard may have been surrounded by beautiful women, but they play games with him all day. I wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to play games. No woman had ever come on to him so directly before, and thus his true nature was revealed here.

Jerard was just a spineless boy. I could do whatever I wanted to him, and he’d allow it. Did he care more about those other girls? Sure. But, they didn’t push him down as I did. They didn’t pull down his pants as I did. They didn’t take his dick, and run their lips over it, letting puffs of breath run over it and sending shivers down his spine. They didn’t hold his cock, caressing it to life, and once hard, they didn’t stick it in their mouths.

While those girls sat in their tent, waiting for Jerard to return, I fucked him. Everything is sex? That’s the direction this world was pushing me to? Fine then. There was no longer any use holding back.

My lips rocked up and down Jerard’s shaft while he looked down at me with a permanently surprised expression on his face. I didn’t know for certain if he was a virgin, but he seemed to ever expect to be having sex at the moment. Well, I delivered as well as I could, providing a blowjob of a lifetime. Soon, he was gasping and moaning.

Did one of the girls come over to the tent to see what the hold up was? Did she hear those strange moans, glance inside, and then walk away in shame and embarrassment? How long will she keep in those thoughts and doubts… knowing the man she’d love would put out for any woman? Those cruel thoughts danced through my head, but in truth I didn’t notice anyone come inside. When I was pretty sure he was a moment away from exploding, I carefully lifted up my skirt and then squatted on his dick.

A moment later, I was riding him for all he was worth. To Jerard’s credit, he held on to my hips. As I gyrated against his cock, grinding it into me, his hands followed along, maybe even helping push and pull me so that I maintained the rhythm. His cock was ordinary. I’d call him neither large or small. He wasn’t proactive during sex, but he wasn’t a limp noodle either. Other than that initial kiss, I didn’t kiss him again. There was nothing intimate about this. This was a pure sexual need. I needed to fuck right now, and Jerard was there to do the job.

“Ah… Aria…” Jerard moaned, encouraging me to move my hips faster and faster.

Jerard started to thrust up into me, trying to pierce me with his cock. I’ve had bigger men than him get inside me deeper and harder, but for a girl like me, it was enough to make me cum. I let out a light moan as the euphoria overtook me. Sex felt… good. I didn’t know why I kept looking for so much more. As long as I could have sex, it was fine. After Jerard came inside me, I cleaned it up quickly using my immaculate skill and then stood.

“Thank you, Jerard,” I responded, my throat not meaning to come out as flat as it did.

“Ah… ye-yeah…” Jerard had an awkward look on his face, clearly not sure how to take what we just did. “I-it was good.”

I nodded simply. “Why did you come, Jerard?”

“Huh? Oh!” Jerard suddenly smacked his head. “I forgot! Another group came in with someone who has a status misalignment. Although we decided to head back and skip the labyrinth for today, I thought it’d be good to do them a favor.”

I smiled wryly. “I don’t kiss for free, what do I get out of it?”

“Ah?” He looked down at me as I put on my stockings and then blushed. “He… isn’t doing it to be kind sufficient.”

My smile twisted a bit. “Maybe… once… but that was a long time ago…”

Jerard scratched his back, looking uncertain. I didn’t mean to act so callously, but I wasn’t in a generous mood. I had healed Rosetta to pull my weight in the group as well as try to ingratiate myself with Rosetta. Now, I just wasn’t feeling like the type to help people anymore. Any part of me that dreamed of being a hero died with Min. It took far longer for me to accept this than it should have. I lost… too much.

“They look… rich…” Jerard offered the information, looking like he didn’t want to. “I think they might be lords. They could reward you.”

I let out a sigh. “Very well, show me then.”

The pair of us headed out of the tent. It felt like we had eyes on us, people who knew that we had been fornicating in the tent. To Jerard’s credit, he only withered a little under the stares of those people. As for me, Sexual Fortitude was strong, and I had no shame left in my body.

The place we were heading was only three tents down, closer than the medical tent the girls were likely still waiting in. As soon as Jerard opened the tent flap and I stepped in, I took a step back and hissed.

“You…” A man sitting on a cot suddenly stood up, his eyes locked on me with shock.

“What are you doing here?” I said, taking another step back.

“Oh, you know each other?” Jerard said, not grasping the mood as quickly as the man’s nearby guards, who put their hands on their swords.

“I know Aria…” The man’s voice was dark as he gently stroked the hilt of his blade. “After all, you never forget your first… right, Aria?”

Jerard’s mouth fell open. All I could do was stand tall and survive this storm.

“Hello, Devon… it’s been a while.”

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Walking over to the barrel, I studied it under the silver curtain of moonlight.

It was one of those wooden casks you expect to find in a cellar. The only difference was the size of the thing and that the planks it was made of were nearly three finger widths thick giving the barrel considerable heft.

Running my hand over the grain of the wood, I felt something metallic. It was one of the two bands of iron that held the planks together.

I vaguely remembered watching some program on wine-making where the process of making the oaken casks that the beverage was fermented in was shown. There was a part where iron hoops were heated to expand them, slipped over the cylindrically slatted planks and allowed to cool and contract, pressuring the planks together and sealing the gaps between them.

At least the metallurgy of this period was advanced enough to make strips of metal and weld the ends into rings. Which told me… nothing really. I was a chemistry major, not a blacksmith.

Shrugging and dismissing that line of thought, I picked up a wooden mug that was lying beside the cask and dipped it into the warm water.

I rinsed the dried blood off my face as well as I could and poured a few mugs of water over my head to wash off the worst of the sweat and dirt.

Discarding the mug, I vaulted over the edge of the barrel and into the water. The edge of the cask came up to my chest when it stood upon the ring of stones. I would never have managed to vault it in my old body but in this one, it was effortless.

Unlike Lin’s elegant entry, I made quite the splash when I entered the water and she had to turn away to protect her face.

The warm water felt heavenly, the heat seeping into my body, relaxing my muscles and washing away the built-up tension. I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly as I sank back against the wall of the barrel opposite Lin with my arms slung over the edge of the barrel and my eyes closed.

After soaking for some time, I opened my eyes and looked at Lin. She was quite flustered with blushing cheeks and a shifting gaze. I felt like teasing her. “So… what do you want me to do?” I asked something already known.

“Let’s have sex again.” She replied straightforwardly, seemingly relieved by my question.

I was taken aback before I realized that I kept forgetting her different values.

Despite her inexperience, bringing up intercourse was far from enough to make her bashful. It was as natural in her mind as having a meal or sleeping. Actually, simply taking a bath together with a man might be more embarrassing.

My lips curved upwards. I knew just what to do.

I let my feet slide forward on the base of the barrel until my toes touched the opposite edge.

Squatting down slightly and keeping my back pressed against the walls, I made a chair with my thighs.

“Come,” I invited her, “take a seat.”

Nervously, Lin moved to me through the water and straddled me with her front facing me.

“Not like that,” I said, “turn your back to me.”

Though she was confused about what I wanted to do, she complied and maneuvered herself until I could see the beautiful curves of her back.

“N-now what?” she asked.

Wordlessly, I pulled her down against me, so she was sitting on my thighs, her back flush against my chest.

Even under water, I could feel the soft elasticity of her rear against my thighs and the contours of her back against my skin. My dick showed its approval the only way it knew how, leaping up and pressing against her crotch which was exposed as her legs were prevented from closing by my thighs.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

Silencing her with a finger on her lips, I whispered in her ear. “Leave it all up to me. Close your eyes and that pretty mouth of yours and just enjoy the experience.”

She trembled in my arms as my breath tickled her sensitive ear. “O-ok.” she said before obediently closed her eyes and leant back against me.

Her stiff back, the rapid movement of her eyes under her lids and the way she bit her lower lip showed that she wasn’t relaxed yet.

I would remedy that.

But first, I raised her hips slightly and adjusted my cock so that it was sandwiched between my stomach and her butt. With the lubrication of the water and her clear arousal, it was in very real danger of accidentally sliding in.

She saw sex as a means to an end, a very mechanical act performed as a part of her cultivation. Even now, she wanted to fuck me, not because it felt good, or it meant something, but because it would allow her to understand how my powers worked.

I needed to change that mindset of hers.

Snaking an arm around her taut stomach under the water, I pulled her to me so her but squished against my cock harder and her back pressed up against me.

Her eyes flew open in surprise and she struggled to sit up but I wasn’t having any of that.

Covering her eyes with my free hand, I pressed her head back against me until the back of her head was touching my shoulder, exposing her neck and giving me a splendid view of her shapely buoyant breasts.

“Don’t move.” I admonished her and she settled down but I could still feel he stiffness in her body.

Letting go of her eyes and ensuring that she kept them shut, I slung her wet hair over shoulder so it wouldn’t get caught between her back and my chest before adjusting her arms and letting her grip the edges of the barrel.

“Don’t let go.” I warned in a low voice and she shuddered.

When I was done, I glanced over my handiwork and a thrill ran through me. She was a magnificent sight exposed to me so fully.

Her fair neck was exposed to me, as were her heaving breasts. My thighs between her legs spread her apart and she couldn’t close them if she wanted to. Her arms were raised to the sides and she was helpless to resist me.

Her trembling lashes and bitten lip. Everything about the situation triggered my desire for dominance.

The best thing about it was that she was letting me do this. Her arms weren’t shackled. Her eyes weren’t blindfolded. She wasn’t gagged.

All it took was a few whispered words.

This was true bondage.

True surrender.

True trust.

It was intoxicating.

One of my hands slid down her toned stomach to her crotch while the other traced her collarbone and wandered over to her full chest while she shuddered under my touch.

For this she would be rewarded.

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