The splendor of a purple lake shines all around, casting this giant orchid that two mighty beings find themselves within its blossom.
“Disgracing!”
High up, the lady who swears off heights marches out to the sloping orchid’s edge. Folding over itself like a canopy, she can hold on to the great flower without falling due to the incline.
“Beneath one’s dignity, actions undertaken by a revealed fiend.”
Once this lady is certain that her charming backside has been followed, she whips around with mechanical precision to face the very fiend that she marched away from.
How she stares him down, capturing all that he is with her magical sight, motivates a trickster so much that he audibly sighs.
“… Too calm, to be relaxed after such offenses. Lacking contrition, even if… adopting the appropriate position.”
Though still kneeling on the cushioning surface of the inner flower, that position is one of power when lifting his head up to take in his target. Thoroughly misread by her he is. Goals that she would think “beneath” both are also where he wants her.
Or, perhaps, himself!
(I traded Kol for you, my dear lady. I realized her potential too late, so, you have become my new hope for satisfaction.)
Seduction is best planned; but the most enjoyable pursuit is one you’re left racing against the urge to jump up from your knees and push her down!
“One’s… jokes, apologies for excesses.” Lifting her chin, a chance for forgiveness is given in eternal mercy when she lifts an unseen skirt to shake it at him!
“For this insult, especially requiring.” Arrogance begs the opposite when the queen’s wardrobe has become bizarre.
(Rantil: help me lure out the Neesiette that ordered me so boldly that her swimsuit awoke!)
“‘M’ is worryingly becoming your style. How cruel~, not Rantil, but her you want to—?”
(—come down upon me! With the zeal of a ruler she’s never quite mastered, let [Verisi—!)
“—militude] make it happen~? Haaah…”
A Talent made for Adris out of his natural abilities functions despite Rantil’s annoyance.
“The ultimate joke was yours, with me as its victim.”
“Absent, apology. Madness, substituted. Clarify.”
To mix truth and lie, and to make it impossible to distinguish between them so long as the listener believes in the lies by choice and the speaker adheres to his truths.
“To make me gift you another swimsuit, I’d savored the face you’d betray when you refused this one with its unsuitability making you frown.”
“A d m i s s i o n: guilt!”
“Guilty of failing in that goal…” When Adris shakes his head and sighs again, what presents on his face when lifting his hands to praise her is nothing but complicated adoration.
(Even I never would’ve anticipated how much I needed you to wear this swimsuit, so that I could be alive to witness THIS!)
“… when you… assimilated its foreign beauty to your own, sublimating its simplistic style into the glory of the alien Traveler’s. That’s when surrendering to your supremacy again was inevitable.”
Thoughts and speech coincide, in their own way. After his lengthy submission, the lady idly smooths out a swimsuit lacking any colors presently.
“Indubitably.”
The moments after are awkwardly silent.
Her squinting, puzzled eyes that briefly shift away from Adris are the only sign of her extreme emotional inversion.
“Essential nature of this lady, ‘supremacy’ be. Excusing not one’s own actions does it.”
(Of course not, for the real “joke” is on the others!)
“Fools are the rest, for becoming pawns of your omnipresent game of seduction of me.”
“Not present nor perpetuating, any ‘game’ be! Of you, this lady’s designs be not so… immediate!” Shrilly she shouts that, before stomping closer.
(YES! That’s the spirit!)
“But the prize is already won. Why wait?” Folding his hands over his chest, Adris names the stakes while growing colder. “Oh seductress, don’t pretend that what all witnessed, and may soon comprehend, didn’t end in your total victory.”
“Incomprehensible, one’s ramblings be!? Define action—!?”
“To order me to pacify Kol. Before everyone… ME? Hahaha!” With a quick laugh of derision, he returns to being simply adoring when going on. “Ah, that was sublime, how imminently you established yourself as their superior without any further work.”
“… That… be not…”
“Spare me your false humility. Let me instead bask in your majesty’s boldness, how you took advantage of me breaking down Kol. Having her at my mercies, begging me for more… only to have a true lady steal away the opportunity to experience what she actually wanted. That set my longings loose!”
“… silent…” Neesiette’s face is blank, but she whispers one command that is unheeded as Adris roars out his approval!
“With my attentions traded, and my desires heightened beyond all control…!” With one hand he sweeps downward to highlight what is rising even further now, while his other grasps toward the moon fairy that marches slowly closer.
“Kol will forever remember the difference in stature between you and her, ‘punished by another’ as you remain clean of all responsibility! Serving as a mere teaser, an appetizer, Kol did, while elves got to witness all transpire according to the puppet strings that you pulled unobtrusively!”
“Incorrect! ‘Plot’, be NOT in effect! Emperor… often one becomes…!”
“They’re too foolish, but I knew that I was being toyed with the moment you spoke your order…”
(For me to want you, and you to want me, the only path forward is for all of this to have been a plot for you to—!)
“Stolen to a remote place, held captive by your powerful allures, oppressed by such strong ambition until the point that I will be overcome…” Both hands clenched, he tries to restrain his “collapsing control” while drawing them down his chest!
“Neesiette vera Luna, I congratulate you on how easily you’ve manipulated all others to have me only for yourself! You, alone, enjoy the true fruits of others’ humiliations!”
Slowly marching, her footsteps become a race!
“… be…”
Pursed lips are tight on her pretty face, though it turns stunning when cold anger and puffed-up cheeks unite!
“Silent.”
“Fuuaah!?”
An ungentlemanly and boyish cry comes when she lifts to precisely stamp onto the hardest rod in creation!
Her uncovered toes and sole, the softest touches in the universe, envelop with every sensation of them unrestricted. As if he also wears nothing at all there, only pleasure contacts!
(YES!YES!YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!)
Adris cranes forward toward the alabaster skin that taunts him. Desperate to lick it, he refrains and stares up into violet eyes. No longer confused, nor embarrassed, his true lady of the moon glares with noble imperiousness.
“Silence, conform to, if place in design completely comprehended.”
(I would trade any future for right now! That you’re getting into it… please, be into it as much as you look like you are now.)
Stiff-backed, with her hands on her hips ruefully, and leaning heavily onto the leg that grinds his dick into his body, Neesiette has truly let herself be poisoned by the truthful lie!
He who bears the fullest brunt of her capturing sight can only heavily pant while enjoying all of her in exchange.
(Duality!)
The shining purple of the lakes below through flower petal breaks does shine.
And captures only the waifishness of her figure, which has only the femininity of a slightly plump butt to speak of.
A swimsuit which once airily hid almost all her body has become a transparent halo that lays across her when light flares from around. Only the outline of her swimsuit is still substantial, and it hides neither the twin pink nipples that point out from slightly raised buds, nor the strict vertical line of her too squishy cleft when she twists her raised leg.
Shining, too brightly, do the leaf scrolls that spread behind her back when supporting the nothing that is her bosom so well; and also up to and around her waist, and hugging her inner thigh to cover her butt, yet avoid gatekeeping her succulent treasure.
Wherever her naked ball joints appear, it can be counted on the swimsuit to sculpt around them, to highlight the inhumanity of a handmade maiden!
(Depraved duality!)
Silverish-blue of holiest elvish mithril is plated to serve as the attachment points for glittering oval scales that hang everywhere from her torso like cascading waterfalls. Only two-or-three-lengths long per joined strand, this loose mail that he’s already plucked one shining piece from hoards the pure power of darkness gifted to the creation of the swimsuit. It’s this, not the green leaf-patterned fabric that has become invisible, that calls with glinting darklight when swaying!
(It’s impossible to guess how ridiculously expensive this swimsuit would be outside the tree.)
“Only further alarm does one raise, growing harder when castigated.” Neesiette vera Luna betrays the start of her glorious disgust when staring at what she punishes.
(She’s just as authoritative as when she wears her heavy dress, but even more erotic than being naked! I’ll be eaten by demonic lizards for this, but you’ll digest me first!)
It’s obvious with how her disgusted stare grows more placid when shifting her foot and rubbing the toes over his barely clothed cock’s head that she’s far from unhappy.
How he moans briefly, but then resolves himself to stay quiet, earns a strange tilt of Neesiette’s head and renewed experimentation with her toes.
“How absurd.”
Violet eyes that capture all of creation now hyper-focus upon the beast she’s trampling. When she adjusts the pressure and draws her entire foot down his shaft, he gasps only for a moment; but, that moment blazes forever in her widening eyes.
“One’s… ‘discontent’.” This interested scholar makes him feel like a bug under a cup.
(An unawarely naked tiny girl is…!)
“How… pliable it be.”
Glittering, stamping, and then suddenly pulling her foot away despite Adris’ despair at losing it!
“Tied to one’s unruly manifestations, also!”
(“Manifestations”?)
When Adris only stares while arching an eyebrow, for his very stature before all demands that he never be unaware of anything relating to him, Neesiette grimaces and offers her hand.
(Probably something unimportant, but…?)
Rising without any aid from the gentle lady who struggles to lift small objects, he follows her to the flower’s edge feeling only bemusement.
When he looks out over the striking purple lake below their sloping vantage point, he finds red eyes burning bright behind the sunglasses that can’t hide them anymore.
(… I’m… surrounded by a black aura.)
Milky as the Xinian emissions of aura, but wisping with black tendrils that seek the nearest living beings, where Adris just let go of Neesiette there still exists a lingering thread of smoky blackness creeping up her arm that connects back to his.
As the doll in all her nakedness is encroached upon this black aura when reflecting below, so too does it cling to and caress the toothily smiling, sly boy staring back that appears more fiendish than innocent.
(… Rantil…?)
“Being scary to others is every day for friends like us~.”
(… That’s true. This is normal.)
Clenching his left hand near the cross that dutifully hangs in his swimsuit, Adris cannot feel anything of this force he exudes that is visible to him only in a reflection.
(Just like with Neesiette’s swimsuit…)
Invisible to others when stared straight at, its outer raiments are a halo matching to Adris’ aura. His racing heart calms a bit once accepting this. With it, the blackness that was exciting further grows heavier in the air and descends toward his feet.
“Adris being powerful is great!”
(… Yeah. Why shouldn’t I be…?)
Lifting his clenched fist out toward the waters, then releasing his tension as he agitates his aura, brings a strange rippling of the lake below him that distorts his image into something even eviler to the eye.
(POWERFUL?)
“… Nothing amiss, nor unusual.”
He turns to smile at Neesiette, realizing now that the impish smile he thought he had was instead sinister.
“As energized by so many others beholding my might, I can only be expected to shed the constraining pretenses of being a mere child.”
When his modified grin leaves her crossing her arms with dissatisfaction, it’s no surprise what she yells next.
“Contrition-seeking resuming, one’s prior pose returning!”
For a time he kneels there near the flower’s center, his erection and fascination both only growing along with the citrus scents within.
The pacing lady keeps looking side-long at him. More specifically, the covered spear that juts forward without embarrassment.
“… Corruption of Kol, and of self, entirely deriving does it not from this singular organ?”
“Zennia is the corruption. I am the cure that adapts to the desires of the ones that called me.”
“Reinforce not those weird desires which come from them!” Neesiette huffs this, then weakens her angry tone.
“In fullest effect, Castillo’s prohibition of… self-abatement, correct?”
(Absolutely! But, let’s not let that be the sole motivator!)
If Neesiette were to only believe that a descent into lurid madness were all that would occur, deep within Adris he feels implicitly that this stuck-up sex demon would somehow deny him.
In the interest of having more, ever more, the truth must become a weapon.
(Who will be weak in your eyes?)
“Even if it were not true that the Castillo had hold here,” Adris unfurls his hand toward Neesiette’s close chin, refusing to touch it when she leans back with suspicion. “My existence must also answer the desires of this vessel and the repercussions of denying them.”
“Repercussions?” Placid in tone, Neesiette’s eyes still grow wider as if contemplating the past for a key to comprehending.
“An Emperor that answers desires must answer them appropriately, or they will grow into a fire that consumes.”
(A rule given to me by an evil Ascendant: “have the touch and taste of women, or perish!”)
“Perishing not from withheld… eros, an Emperor couldn’t! Then… the one…?”
Because he remains coolly collected, how the naked Neesiette gestures toward her small chest with a rare human affectation, then stares at the response of Adris’ cock twitching upward, leaves her collapsing calm fueling Adris’ next seductive hook.
(I am a suitable hostage!?)
“How much bread are you worth in trade~?”
“Not the vessel, surely?”
“My gentle lady, for an existence that is so vast as mine to feel anything as base as sexual attraction, from where do you believe all those insignificant feelings derive so strongly?”
She gapes at the question, even though it’s been broached before after their first “encounter”.
Then, she tried as hard as she could to avoid and ignore it.
“Until sated, these desires will grow, and so will my power as mirror, until both cause a shattering.” As though it’s not his problem, Adris stays goading with his expression.
(Let’s not assign blame to the wrong person! If I’m to pull you into a whirlwind of sexual satisfaction, I need to separate myself from—!)
“Hmm?” Adris blanks on his next thoughts when the exhibitionist beauty cups his face with both hands and leans in.
“… Endanger not an innocent vessel.”
“Innocent? Haha, after witnessing so much, and expecting much more in the future, to call a source of such…?”
“Innocent, be the vessel!”
After yelling that, the lady in all her glory reaches down to stroke a massively engorged penis.
With a quick tug that sends Adris exhaling, she studies his crumbling imperious facade that recovers once Adris sets his mind to resisting.
“Treat not one’s vessel poorly, no matter how… beneath one’s eminence the contradictory feedbacks be.”
“It’s just a servant, even if I favor him. One of infinite, no matter how he suits me.” Adris laughs at that, seemingly shocking her more when she frowns. It’s a line used by a maidwright that left an impression on him before he suddenly exited their conversation.
(For someone that loves only “the perfect Emperor that reached across worlds solely to validate you”, you sure are…?)
“If this vessel regrettably shatters, another suitable one wi—”
“Denied.”
Adris stops speaking when the standoffish shortie places her hands upon his shoulders and swings in to hug around him. With their bodies so close in size, but Adris still larger by far, she can only rely on struggling to not impale herself.
(Oh!? OOOH? What is this interest!?)
With a long cock being part of what she sits upon after wrestling it down between her butt cheeks, the entire mood cataclysmically shifts!
“Serving exuberantly, even competently, this vessel does. Far too regrettable, its destruction would be.”
“Why does the fate of this vessel matter? As the source of the desires that push toward self-destruction if not fulfilled, should that not…?”
“Normal, natural, and expected such desires be of youths! Duty of those wiser, more refined, to reign in youth, to modify unnatural behaviors!”
(This is the same fire you had with Kol’s outbursts.)
No longer unsure in any way, Adris’ domineering moon fairy inches her face next to his. Her pure symmetry still unnerves slightly with no distance between them, especially since the rhythmic pulses that he feels from her skin cannot be produced by a heart.
She stays this way for over a minute, some calculation being finished while she stays focused on him.
“Miscalculation made, for future reconditioning of the boy inhabited, it be the… duty of this lady to relieve current… disharmonies.”
“You’d go so far for this boy?”
Agitating flashes of prior pleasure spark back up, with his tryst in another world setting him ablaze with equal anticipation and terror!
(You’re going to ride me into the… petal to save me!?)
“For future rehabilitation of both this boy, and by extension this lady’s Emperor, fulfilled in full shall be every agreement this lady makes! Only for this reason.”
Just having this waifish antique soaking up his body heat has him close to cumming. The alien scent of Neesiette that absorbs the citrus unto itself, then suffocates him in its artificial fragility, leaves him wanting to suck on her neck at this very moment.
“Emperor, obey this lady.” She leans upward after wrapping her arms behind his back. Her cheek to his, basking in the uproar she sends through him, Neesiette’s concise voice turns gentler.
“… A boy named Adris, also, for one’s own preservation… entrust oneself. Be not afraid, nor obsess with injurious sexual fantasies.”
Lifting her body up ever so slowly, she brings his cock to flop into the territory between their two bodies. The invisible outer flounced dress and shawl can be felt like whispers dragging over Adris’ skin.
Both elvish swimsuits inhibit no sensations, perhaps even amplifying them.
“Relearn the proper closeness of romantic bonds. Perhaps forgotten in part due to transference, or corrupted by other encounters since, Adris…”
She tugs at the elvish cloth fully encasing his dick, struggling to earn any removal.
(She’s… doing this for me?)
But “who is me?” is the question on his lips when hers start to purse in annoyance.
“Removing how does one, this loathsome fey clothing!?” On the other hand entirely now, it’s the lady instead of the man that cannot free the parts of another they seek. His thong is so tight that Adris yanks to follow each direction she tugs.
“… It… wasn’t like this when I first put it on.”
“When, then!? Our mutual student, demeaning thereof; or, serpent perhaps, consorting with?”
(All of you make me hard!)
“Once you came around the corner and into my sight, my fate was foretold.”
That strikes the anger from her, then the frustration follows when she coyly pulls on an errant lock of her hair.
“Reduce one’s size briefly, so that removal may be possible.”
(No aura training in history could make a man’s dick smaller when a beauty is ready to strangle it with a honeyed vice!)
“This vessel won’t get smaller until sated or it perishes, I promise you. Can’t you manipulate it?”
“Elvish trollop wear be not Art, nor does the enchantment upon it conform to any known system! Though, truly matters this barrier? Entry and… stimulation of… the organ to culmination being possible with cloth present, should or should it not be? One’s opinion being?”
As if it doesn’t concern her, Neesiette tilts her head quizzically at who is about to be inside her.
(I can feel EVERYTHING you do even with it on, so does it really need to be…?)
“… If it becomes an issue, then I’ll cut it free.”
“Impossible using standard blades that would be given the particulars of this material, yet…?”
Again Neesiette lifts, letting the clothed head ride over her clit and press against the firm, but sick, mound entrance that’s yet to be burst open. The overly bright scrolled leaves wrapping around and clinging to her body, held in place by the same magic that kept Hessalian’s banners on her breasts, make a guiding invitation for him to both suck on a nipple and plunge as deep as possible into the core of this lady.
As Adris stares down between them with suffocating interest at whether or not he’d create a bulge where the scrolled leaves circle her belly button, he’s shocked when Neesiette tsks at this concentration.
“Constantly staring at what, inquires this lady?”
(The smallest hint of your perfect, immaculate slit as you lean back just ever so slightly…! BUT, that’s not the right answer for the moment and your status as being fooled by me!)
“Shouldn’t you take off your swimsuit?” And so he deflects with an awkward question, which brings a blank stare.
“Removed already… inhibiting material.” Neesiette hurriedly blurts out this, before wrinkling her face when Adris’ outwardly curious expression turns demonic with happiness.
“I see. Not just a game of status. You’ve truly wanted me all th—?”
“Uncomprehending, this fiend be all this time!” After yelling, Neesiette grows viciously shrewd. “Designing and creating this swimsuit, should not the exact particulars be…!?”
“Creating? No, I didn’t create it. I am only its…? Ah, a guiding principle in its creation.” Adris firmly shakes his head, the lie completely believable since it uses only the truth and the implication of ignorance that it brings.
“Mython and Ave did all of the creating and weaving. Only at the lake did I get to enjoy the interpretation of this vessel’s wishes.”
“R e – p r i o r i t i z e d: Zennian half-fey extermination.”
Her words are irregular and leave cracks in Adris’ sight briefly, proving them to have been spoken in her own native tongue. A curiously Avenallian trait, Neesiette’s blank rage and inhuman twitching fully convey why she chose to be incomprehensible when speaking in a forest that probably hears all things said.
(But it’s not just the hearing that they’ll do.)
She blinks twice, calms, and then resumes her descent. If Adris has correctly read the darkly shining oval mail she wears, then everyone will shortly witness how…
(… She’s… going to kill me again…!)
“It’s just sex, jeeeez. You’re not gonna die. Probably.”
Even the mildest entry into her soft, wet, and springy hole has him gasping.
When she looks up into his face with concern, he lunges toward her mouth with his!
(If I’m going to go insane, I want a kiss first!)
“Spare me your cowardice in victory, Crossbearer…”
“Mmmph!?” At first frozen, her tiny tongue asserts by raking his over her teeth.
Lifting up and pressing down, grinding his against her pearly fronts, the clever automaton stops punishing on one side while rewarding on the other when she slips her tongue to the underside of his to scrape it when withdrawing.
“Mmmfff… Emperor… too sly one be at times.”
(Isn’t that my problem with you!?)
Still wanting to drink up her salty tongue fluids, Adris refrains from obeying his body’s urge to wrestle her to the ground.
“You underestimate your appeal.”
After blinking once with surprise, this smug lady smiles broadly and chastises him.
“Vessel’s influence notwithstanding, an Emperor overestimates his resistance to this lady’s attractions, and how… tainted he has become by the many ways he reciprocates them.”
(Fuck me! That was a smooth line! As smooth as—AAAAH!)
Facing her for the first time in coitus, Adris is embarrassed by the face he makes when she sinks onto him. While his feelings are overtly plain, as she ever so slowly controls her descent, Neesiette’s fascinated watch of Adris makes him her total subject.
Not even a twitch of pleasure mars her vigil. Once his head pops past her tight entrance that rapidly conforms to the exact diameter of his shaft, she stops moving long enough to purr a question.
“Pined for, despite being granted only days earlier, be this not the refined pleasure an addict sought?”
Studying his very humors as they go wildly out of control, Neesiette vera Luna positively glows with the gloom of a conquering lady. Whatever blackness leaks from Adris, it cannot compare to the self-satisfied exuberance of a woman totally in control.
Before he can answer, another inch vanishes into her hungry, sodden sheath. It doesn’t contract or shift as if it is alive like other Zennian monstrous women’s, and its temperature isn’t an inferno like Kol’s.
Instead, it with gradual delicacy adjusts. To match his rapid breathing, it will grip harder; to save him from flinching with pain, the passage softens just enough to leave its many folds sliding over him, while the passage itself stays springy enough to cradle him close.
(I’m not gonna last with this personal touch, even if my mind isn’t melting from what’s around me!)
Neesiette’s hands behind his back pull on his shoulders to stay up, while her legs firmly lock his arms behind him.
“Too passionate, one’s needs. Prompted by evil magic even if, to surrender to elvish excesses be…”
Caught still kneeling, this erotic position of servitude also seems to inflame Neesiette.
“Dis—”
“Guhh!”
He moans when she settles upon him to the depth she’s chosen.
“—heartening.”
Not fully inside and withdrawing already, because three-quarters of his cock is already milked so completely leaves his surroundings as pink as her inner flesh.
“So overwhelmed one be.” She pumps atop him with precision, returning always to the same depth as the last thrust. Adris’ cock is washed by the gripping folds on the way in, then caressed going out to ensure being missed.
“False one’s desperation, once thought.”
The ambient temperature of Neesiette is just above lukewarm. Her inner fire churns harder to warm him within, and it fuels her whispers into his ear when her face comes close. The scent of her flower crown hasn’t lost any of its vivacity.
“Needing this lady so much. Resisted pursuing her, though, why?” A mixing of their two sexual organs grows heavier of smell, while the rest of Neesiette is flowery. “At any moment thus inviting… ‘release’ from errant exuberance of another, opportunities existed.”
“Hooh, opportunities? When can I get only… you, you and nothing more in my lap so quickly…?”
His lady drops her passivity to frown at him after stopping her ride.
“Now be an exception, assuredly.”
After she calls it that, she resumes her plunge. So wet is she with uncommon fluids that taste salty and lubricate far better than a mundane woman’s, that Neesiette makes squelching noises even at this low speed. Because she grips him, she won’t release, and those noises have her constantly readjusting her rhythm with visible discomfort.
“Every aspect of you is special, so exception or not…!”
“… Mind one’s own pleasure.”
“Hah, yes.”
Ever hating to be read by him despite demanding his efforts to do so, Neesiette’s awkward shifting stops and she commits to pumping despite the audible slurching.
Adris moans again and again, for despite his bravado he’s already well primed by Kol’s show!
“Slow down… I’m…”
“R e g i s t e r e d: culmination likelihood, duration elapsed and conclusion oncoming.”
Methodical and emotionless, Neesiette only stares at him as he twists his head. Resisting even as she grips his shoulders harder. Grinding his teeth when this tiny lady shows no pleasure herself, nor urges him to commit to any goal.
(It’s so good, but…!?)
Like a masturbatory session, the lady forestalls a gradual development and mingling of their bodies. Adris moans again and again, but earns only shifting gazes that seem more worried than engaged with him.
Attempting to free his hands brakes her motions.
“Cease interferences.”
A perfunctory kiss without any tongue action is gifted before she resumes.
“Achieve ecstatic release.”
“… Believe me… I’d like to… but…”
(This feels like… non-involvement! But, she’s…)
“‘Ill-tempered, teasing youth’ shall NOT be accurate for long.”
Studying him so hard from belly to ears, noting all that she sees when leaning back to adjust his entry.
“Ill-suited such an outfit be for an Emperor.”
As far as her slender arms can send her back when cradling him, she chews on her disdain for the swimsuit.
“… But you… keep looking!”
“Dislike, majority reason for why!”
When almost falling away, she leans against him again and starts pumping straight up and down. The feeling of her tight passage closing at the tip of his cock only to part of its own volition when he wants to reach her core is impossible to replicate elsewhere.
“Emperor as this lady wills him to be, style perfectly maintained at her behest, the one that seeks this lady shall not become… strange!”
“S-Slow down…! I’m…!”
“‘Cumming’, the term be!”
“Not yet…”
A delicate flower watches him find his release. Pushing against her soft bosom, feeling the metal rake over his exposed chest and swimsuit, Adris gasps while trying to hold back.
“Release! Preserve…!”
Once she traps him again, becoming so tight against his front that they cease to be two people, Adris starts to nakedly pant.
She picks up pace to match each exhalation, becoming almost a blur as the sickly slick pussy she turns into a weapon extracts from him all his ambitions!
(Shit, shit, shiiiit! It’s like… no other woman’s…!)
Her succubus nature unleashes completely!
At only her whim, the perfect sheath ensnares him completely. So tightly wound around him that he couldn’t pull out if he wanted to, it forestalls his release as he shakes!
Neesiette stares at his face, then tries to look down between them, but then is back to staring with a strange expression of surprise.
“AAAAH! NEESIETTE!” The surprise is his, not hers!
“Experience.”
He twitches hard multiple times as dry orgasms hit him! Without being allowed out by the mystical nature of her female trap, his balls are over tight!
Thinking he’d slipped her control, that maybe Kol had freed him from this enslavement when she’d lured him into pummeling her pussy while picking other sweet fruits, it’s all a lie when Neesiette relaxes her own tightness even a bit.
(Ugh, I’m gonna… lose it so fast, while she tortures me!?)
“Try your weird core thingie!”
(Synchronization…! Make her… feel me!)
For that, he reaches within toward the sphere that glows green and orbits opposite of the yellow one that is Ave’s!
This orrery within his Inner Expanse sparks and shines darkly when he concentrates; but…?
“Haaah! GAAH, I CAN’T!?”
“Sublime closeness.”
No connection forms except to suffer a one-way barrage of random, mind-bending impulses from the shaking green sphere. Nothing of his ecstasy transfers through that tide to her.
The pink hue of the entire world drains from sight out of Adris’ cock.
In ropes of pent up semen spilling into her passage only mostly within, the boy that she’s milking whines once when not allowed to press upward against her womb.
“Inside… Inside you…! All of it!”
“Observing intimately, this lady notes. Where Kol fails to embrace, this lady performs unto the proper conclusion carefully for both.”
He blinks often, catching Neesiette’s professorial expressions only in passing. Nearly blanking out, he struggles to survive his balls being milked empty.
Only when the passionate release is almost through does he feel duplicated; that he’s also experiencing the pleasure from elsewhere.
“… Haah, haaah! You’re… the one… aaaah, staring now…”
“Capturing completely oneself, how else could this lady prevail? To save one from violent impulses, those that drove one to… assault our mutual student, draining them entirely be optimum.”
Unchanged, unbothered, and totally cradling him, Neesiette’s violet eyes are what truly ensnared him. The entire time he was building to release, she dug deep into him to comprehend all that he is more powerfully than any aura synchronization could offer in turn.
“… Exceedingly… ‘cute’, one’s many faces.” She smiles somewhat imperiously, inches from kissing him when she pulls his head down, but refraining at the last. “Outrageous as an Emperor usually be, when his lusts consume him he be quite more entertaining to witness when facing each other. By parameters alone love be not relevant to intercourse, existing independently of sexual release; yet…?”
Adris stops panting even though her inner passage still milks him, staring back with a growing dissatisfaction when Neesiette’s vision of sex warps in his expectations.
(I thought… that it would be… ‘Neesiette as my… master’…?)
But to be studied by her like this, when she suffers neither an errant hair out of place nor released even a single cry like the first time they fucked, isn’t very satisfying.
“Degrade not further, this lady’s Emperor.”
Instead, it only feels as if he’s lost something valuable when she hugs him tightly.
“Processed for review: all inputs. Averted: potential catastrophe. Another time, romance perpetuating.”
As if it was all to avert a problem, she says this and then starts to lift off of him.
“Extreme circumstances prohibit further indulgence.”
“… Indulgence?”
(What reason is there… for sex other than to indulge!?)
When he grabs her shoulders after effortlessly freeing his hands, she flinches violently.
“Neesiette, wait… haaah, what do you think… motivated me to do what I did with Kol?”
“By observational data, a vessel’s overwhelming libido caused malfunction with an Emperor’s better judgment and social mores.”
“Social… mores…? Hahaha!”
That the tiny lady can say this while still seated upon him, soaking her insides with his seed, is such an insanity that Adris has to laugh past the remaining ecstasy.
“My lady, there is a fundamental misunderstanding.
What, then, is sex to you?”
“Sex… be…?”
The delicate girl drops her confidence, turning to an unfeeling stone mask before responding.
“Uniquity of joining.
Mutual spiritual elevation.
Trust developed beyond simple gain.”
Starting with these three ideas, Neesiette’s stony face grows disgruntled when Adris’ grin turns wider. He can feel his sweat gather on his lips, but discovers how nice it is to feel dirty when his lady suddenly recoils as if afraid of dirt or stains.
“… A passion that arises, inflamed by innocuous suggestion, the combat of social cues and miscues…
The… the ecstasy of a single banal moment culminating into lifelong ardor…”
When Adris still doesn’t praise her, Neesiette’s eyes turn dark with anger.
“… Sex be only a stream feeding into a far greater ocean called ‘love’.
By definition, and by observation, purposeful intercourse be… thusly perfected toward this.”
(What an… indescribably pure girl.)
“Rantil wouldn’t buy that for one peca.”
For having the gifts of a semen-draining monster, and the callous willingness to apply them at the very moment she felt totally in charge, Neesiette vera Luna’s view of mindless fucking is so terrifyingly sweet that Adris almost hesitates in his response.
“Lies! Damned lies! Donkeys bay about ‘frigid girls’, but they’re just not giving what’s needed! Prissy, thieving foreigner, she DID feel something back then.”
(She did… she felt something, because she was losing control as much as I was.)
“Then tell her like it is!”
“How appealing that purity is…”
“In-Indee—!”
“… to an Emperor’s will in isolation of the colors of this world.”
“Q u e r y: girth, length increasing?”
Recovering from the attack on him, Adris feels his young son rapidly re-engorging; so, too, does Neesiette notice when asking about it.
Holding her tightly again, Adris finds the missing part of their tryst was a sense that Neesiette had succumbed to her own efforts.
For a few times in his torment within her “Oracle of Arts” room with bizarre geography and angles, Adris is certain that he heard her squeak in pleasure.
(I’d like that again.)
“Then don’t give up until she gives it up!”
“If you say that I have failed to correctly teach Kol, then I think that’s because you haven’t truly met her.”
“Kol? Physical meetings, established and often.”
“That girl is not innocent, and believes nothing in your idealistic vision of sex.” Adris allows his presence to grow darker as his voice shifts to become meaner.
The effect is wonderful, for Neesiette’s apprehension also grows.
“In my own way, each time I’ve broken her down to watch her rebuild herself… I’ve come to know the true Kol. Every time she goes berserk, that is also her true self desiring to be bred like an animal.”
“Falsity! Explaining completely, deprivations of Castillo do such inclinations! Born within Castillo, maturing also, instincts of demi-race multiplying, her… disreputable impulses therefore be too oppressively strong!”
(Kol was… born inside the Castillo?)
“A lot of us were.” That Rantil is also from there comes back to mind, worries Adris more.
“Supreme example of kobold potential Kol be!” Whatever face he makes prompts Neesiette to hurriedly continue while trying to free herself. “Higher calling she seeks of her own volition, committing to greater ideals and deeds! To resist the impulses of the Castillo and wait so long to… ‘mate’ with a superior being and for greater ‘romance’, this be proof of wider possibilities for her development!”
“… Kol grew up there? But, I thought the Alchemaster only returned…?”
“Awakened recently, affirmed this be; but, residency in unawakened Castillo, Kol and tribe claims thus! During the less wild times thrived did they, until…”
(Something attacked Kol. And… killed everyone but her and Echo.)
That was Kol’s memory when they fell together through the Viscous Veil.
So clear now despite being murky before Adris’ apotheosis in the manse, neither it nor Neesiette’s hopes serve to explain away Kol’s aberrant sexual behaviors.
(The Castillo only brings out by Greed what is already there.)
Recovered completely, and growing ever more desperate to fuck Neesiette again, Adris finds a joke they can share.
“Thinking that Kol is a pure soul if you simply clear the corruption is a fallacy. Kol is who she is because of the darker parts.”
“… That… be…”
“Desires, no matter how dangerous they might be, are a part of the barest truth of all of you. Romance wasn’t what motivated Kol to seek me. If you can’t understand that, then I question your perfect comprehension of a False God.”
“Interferences of a boy, all… illogical parts derive from this joining!”
“Then why not get rid of him?”
With the question asked, Neesiette blankly gapes when trying to answer.
Usually lightning fast with her thinking, it’s instead some time before she averts her eyes and pouts.
“… To protect, to encourage, and to return, this lady shall honor these assurances once offered… even if… imperfect to this lady, he…?”
When she seeks some excuse, Adris’ eyes are pained by the oval mail and scrolled leaves that bind her body glinting darkly.
“Oi, that was a hit!”
(A hit? A sign, you mean?)
“No, idiot, a HIT! When a girl wants something nailed, you gotta hit that!”
(What does she want!? We’re talking about… me…?)
‘Adris, the boy’ is the discussion.
Sharing the same body, Adris and “the Emperor that Neesiette wants” have been at odds with Neesiette’s own designs often.
Despite riding him twice, and stealing his mind and soul away in pleasure, she’s resisted discussing at length anything to do with the lesser one, because…?
“… Hahaha! I see. You’re afraid to talk about ‘him’ with me paying attention?”
“‘Him’, identifying… whom!?”
Adris leans in for a kiss that is promptly refused.
“Nngh!? Interrupt… not withghk!?” When she tries to talk past his lips, he slides his tongue past hers.
Neesiette’s gruesome expression melts a bit when she instinctively services his tongue. Sliding against the other’s, dancing in her mouth, then his as she pursues before ripping back, he finishes the kiss by pulling away to enjoy how she seethes.
“Negative in perpetuity, one’s future allotments be!”
“I’ll borrow some. How did it feel to once more teach a lover’s kiss?”
“Not intending to instruct ANYONE in… sexual acts, this lady states, excepting in perfecting an Emperor’s own!”
(Then why are you so agitated?)
How she can be trapped by him by her lacking physical strength and lack of desire to obliterate him with moon rays is only part of this twisting game.
Adris also intrinsically needs her to be trapped by her own hidden wants.
(What if you have no choice but to try…?)
“All Kol understands IS violence. That’s why she’s not your student anymore.”
“Rephrase statement.”
Finally furious now, Neesiette ceases to appear sharper in Adris’ view when he grins and says:
“You already have the worst student in the world to salvage, my lady.”
(How did it feel to become that faggot Fehl?)
“Like you, a total asshole, but prettier.”
Wearing a second skin was hard, especially because what overtook him was the memories and wants of another.
But it taught the most valuable lesson possible, one Adris starts to utilize when he purposefully sends his circulating aura into insane directions!
“Emperor! DESIST!”
His lady is screaming at this display, but soon it will be with him! Visible now since there’s so much of it, the darkness that swirls around Adris is born of the cross and a lie taking shape with so much truth behind it.
“Wait… waitwaitwait, you’re not gonna!?”
(YES! I’m going to become… myself.)
By the power of the endless night, such a confusing lie is possible…!
“… Miss… Neesiette…?”
“… Adris?”
Out the other end of the torrent of night that consumes him, the Emperor of Black Skies leaves behind only a boy who is staring at a smaller girl straddling him. Dropping his proud shoulders and slightly hunching is all that’s needed to complete a weaker male’s presence.
(In apparent mentality, but definitely with the stamina of youth!)
“FUAHAHAHA! This is absolutely disgustingly erotic~!?”
Her scowl of anger becoming a line of astonishment makes her beauty even more enticing.
“…”
“Adris… of this lady’s Emperor… be one bereft again?”
Blinking profusely, then sweating, then reddening his face until he resembles fresh blood, Adris nods shyly while drinking Neesiette up and down.
“… We’re…”
“Dwell… think not about the situation presently.” To her credit, Neesiette handles herself well by gingerly placing her hands to “Adris’” chest and keeping him still. Her expression is a congenial but frozen smile. If she weren’t looking anywhere but at him, she’d still seem self-assured to a young boy.
“Confluence of… events merging to present be unexpected, even for this lady. Feelings one be exposed to, no doubt overwhelming, best they be… controlled and denying the—eeeEEEEM!”
When it seems like she’ll cut and run,
a devilish, no-good boy named Adris springs forward off his folded legs.
“You feel… SO…!?”
“Desist!”
Onto her back she’s crushed into the soft flower’s surface.
“DESIST!”
“GOOD!”
“Not soooOOOOOOO!?”
With her legs already around him, they go skyward when Adris folds her up almost onto her neck! Locked within her semen tunnel, desperate to send more, “in” is as simple as “down” once situated!
“Penetrate not rapidly!”
“Miss Neesiette! MISS NEESIETTE!”
To the halfway mark he hammers into her with an ungainly balance making her squelch loudly. Unyielding tightness spooks at his deep thrusts; a predictable pattern of tightening and releasing upends when her precious pussy tries its old routine, only to meet a gyrating cock head that plunges in from every angle as Adris “tries” to keep balanced on her.
“STOP! DISGRACEFUL BEHAVIOR!”
“I LIKE YOU, MISS NEESIETTE!”
“Hah!? Like this Nee—YAAHAA!?”
Finally landing a deep hit when she gives up using her juicy walls as a constricting barrier, Neesiette makes the first delicious squeak when a random plunge hits a joyful spot!
(She’s not frigid! SHE FEELS IT WHEN I’M IN HER!)
“Name a woman that’d do this with you if she didn’t~.”
Extra squishy since warm cum lubricates too after seemingly escaping confinement by his thong, a lady’s collapse into a boy’s plaything totally inverts everything!
“Finally… again…! I’m with…!”
“Cease attack! Cease attAAACKIIEEE——MPF!?” One of her hands clamps to her mouth, suffocating a sudden screech.
(Nobody could resist you! Especially not after…!)
“Everyone was… haah, doing this…! Weird kids…! And, water horses with HUGE…!? Miss N-Neesiette, did they… naahaa!? Feel this good, too!?”
True motivations expand the false ones, make them real when spoken in a boy’s loud voice!
Neesiette’s shrill reply sends shivers up Adris’ spine.
“D-Different! Acts, motivations, annnnd! Ugah!?” Both hands go to cover her face as he looms over her. Propped up so that her butt is what he lays on, Adris becomes all that she can see if looking. “Loveless acts be…! Disgraceful!”
(I’d usually agree…! But, if they still, nnngh, feel good!?)
“Miss Neesiette…! You’re feeling good, right!?”
“Incorrect assessment! Stop! This… be…!?”
Even with a sudden shift of persona, the lady of the moon grows so much more responsive than before. Her occasional squeaks and shrillness when speaking aren’t from pain, a sensation she cannot feel, but from something else when rutting with a “boy”.
(S-Shit…! It’s strange! Why wouldn’t she do this with… me, as normal!? Or… the… “Emperor” me… rather!?)
A loss of a firm self suddenly strikes that has Adris panting.
Woozy from cumming so hard and then throwing himself into more mind-bending pleasure, a boy’s wild thrusts are what the supreme joy toy starts constricting its satiny folds to service now.
“Abusive…! Demeaning! C-Cease… one-sided attack!”
His large head finally reaches the end of her tunnel to expand the flesh there; when angled just right, something seems to kiss his tip along with Neesiette’s squeals.
(You keep denying me… aaah, but, your legs…!?)
Just like the elvish slut Hessalian, when the most that can fit within Neesiette is slid in further, she responds by clamping her legs around Adris’ back.
“… Haah! Haaa! Miss… Neesiette! I like you!”
Her entire passage squeezes tighter when those words come out!
“Re-Repeat not that…!”
Face still covered, she refuses to let him see what she feels!
(All women… they, just like us… aaah, they can’t resist feeing…!)
“THE BEST! Ahhhh, Rantil feels…! Very,very,very,VERY GOOD!”
Adris’ shroud on his consciousness clings tighter, too. Rantil’s own feelings distort both of them as they wash through Adris; all the stolid rejections of what he witnessed, and what infuriated him before absconding with Neesiette to here, are picked up by the flood of Rantil’s self to be felt once more.
(How could… a girl want to have a beast like…!?)
“Because it’s a beast!? Because beasts are strong! Because you can’t, shouldn’t do it, it’s —FORBIDDEN— to give yourself to a wild thing! Because he’s a male that can’t talk, can’t be reasoned with, you just HAVE to accept how he — makes — you —
HIS!”
Whatever Rantil thinks is a crushing burden enough that the allip herself flashes into being beneath him instead of Neesiette.
Freed of any restraint and the control that age forces on a male, a boy feels like he’s king of all creation when the girl he likes surrenders her body to his. Her overly white skin is the same unique inhuman shade while squirming beneath, and Rantil’s love for Adris as she reaches for him, but can’t grasp, is the love he wants when her hips squeeze harder to stoke his inner fire!
“Niahhh!” Bottoming out with a slight curve upward jolts the shrieking allip, curls her toes and fingers!
Then the illusory replacement blurs away.
It’s only Neesiette that shakes with her mouth open beneath her hands, her cute cry silent after escaping once. Still covering her true feelings…!
(Neesiette likes it very deep!)
“Every girl is different! For instance, Rantil actually likes when you let her twist on…”
How deep is the real question, since Adris’ aura synchronization doesn’t seem to work!
Why she avoided seating upon him completely, only tormenting him with most of his dick being within so that she could toy with him from her own position of control, is answered forever.
(If… I could go deeper…?)
“That’s dangerous… sounds fun~.”
But there’s no means of testing it.
It brings Adris to a stop, which Neesiette finally croaks out a pleased cry for.
“Desisting…!? Good! Disobeying a lady… a boy should… not!”
As deep as he is, Adris is only a human boy as Neesiette says.
Even a slightly abnormal gift that makes him larger than most his age can’t do what…
(… Those mindless bastards… that just plunge in and thrust…!)
Thinking about the sheer size, and how they were permitted to use no technique and only abuse an elf who wanted only more…!?
A rush of disdain wars against the envy; shadowy parts of Adris’ psyche exult at the sheer size, while the better parts only desire the differences between physiology that let them be unique!
After the conflict becomes too wild, something snaps!
(I hate anything that I just can’t do!)
If it could be learned, it would be!
If he could be handsomer by trying, he’d achieve it!
But to be stopped by sheer reality…!?
“Ahhh!? What… what is this tightness!?”
(Why is Neesiette squeezing harder bit by bit!?)
“Expansion…!? Why… occurs this…!? CEASE!”
Neesiette questions the same phenomenon that has her slapping at Adris’ chest!
(I’m feeling!? My glans feel… so weird!? She’s scraping over them from a lot more area!?)
“Changing! It’s changing! You’re changing, not her! But, it’s not really you… but feels like it is!?”
Trying to push deeper earns a yelp from Neesiette, while trying to pull out feels like dragging everything with him on the way out!
“… Flared!?
Q u e r y: WHY!?
O r d e r: Cease moving!”
“I’m… the one who’s different!? It’s not you!?”
(But I… feel good!)
The tightness is not too much more on the shaft, but at his cock head he can feel it being clamped!
A million questions overload Adris. The rush of a sudden pleasure cascade has him shaking.
(… What should I do!? I’m… the…? Something’s…!?)
After realizing that his cock feels completely alien, Adris for the first time suffers complete apprehension for this whole day!
Of entering the forest to begin with, of meeting elves…!?
(Mython didn’t tell me about this!? I’m gonna slap her!)
“Be not… afraid!”
Neesiette finally removes her hands to grab at Adris’ chest.
“Trick of… clothier, this be! No true transfiguration affects one, only swimsuit fabric rigidly expanding!” Hooking under his swimsuit to yank, the moon fairy loudly asserts herself. “… Ad-Adris, be not afraid…! Listening does one to this lady’s information!?”
With Neesiette’s face only showing concern aside from the distorting effects of pleasure, Adris’ heart skips a beat.
“No… change… in one occurs. Beloved ward, still one be to this lady…! So…
Calm down.”
(Cute!)
And something more, because Neesiette’s brave face comes with patting him gently.
Controlled by her care, Adris ceases all movement.
(If this swimsuit makes her cute, then I’ll forgive this weirdness.)
“Wooow, really staying strong, aren’t you…”
“Response, excellent…! Current posture, reprehens—!
Ah… Adris, return us to the ground.”
“… Pull out…?”
“DENIED!”
Neesiette’s cry makes Adris flinch for real; but, then she squares her perfect features into a curling smile and hisses instructions.
“Slowly and with balance, with—within this lady, keep oneself firmly lodged. To the ground, work one’s way …”
After some care, Adris finds himself atop Neesiette still. She props her legs up, then brings her arms around his back. The height difference asserts now, with Neesiette’s visible discomfort that she can only place her head against his clavicle.
Smelling her amber hair again has Adris feeling mischievous, but he obeys each instruction until Neesiette relaxes.
“… Brave and… admirable, a boy be.” She smiles when saying that and stroking his cheek, making Adris’ heart skip another beat.
(This feels… familiar…)
“Hooh… hooh, yes… she got this wishy-washy when you were ‘just a boy’ last time, too! Rantil is feeling a pattern…”
When he stares at her quietly, unsure of what to say or do, Neesiette’s eyes narrow with concern.
“Innocent of fault one be, Adris. No boy should face such circumstances, nor be thrust into them. Forgetful of one’s shared experiences this lady be.” Faster and softer she strokes his cheek while forgiving him.
(… Innocent am I?)
Being treated like a little boy by this Lunamaton causes so many unknown sensations and thoughts to swell up.
“Ah! Disparity of frames, cover not the lady! N-Nor move within!”
Rather than sexual in nature, he enjoys how pressing against her forces her to pat his back to not crush her.
“One’s… penis to deflate, let us await that goal.” Neesiette coos at him as she pulls close to him. “Averted danger of lustful overflow, this be only… unnecessary affectation, potentially ruinous to a boy’s proper development without Emperor’s guidance.”
“But…! I don’t want to stop!”
She freezes when he says that and he goes quiet; after some time of patting him, Neesiette talks again.
“Love in this, exists not, corre—CT?”
She squeals when Adris plants his arms around her and pushes into her inexpertly!
“I’m the one who likes Miss Neesiette the most!”
“Restrain oneself!” Neesiette plants her hands to the petal, clawing at its skin that is much harder than her inner workings! “One’s… inclinations, controlled by externalities!”
“No! I…!” After a few rough thrusts, he stops and stares.
(But then again… isn’t that the perfect reason!?)
“I… I’m burning up, yeah…” Adris frowns, then lets tears fill his eyes. “It does hurt not to… move…! But, it’s not just because I’m… afraid…”
“Adris… in totality share with this lady one’s thoughts.”
She strokes him faster, soaking up the heat of his body as she encourages him.
(My thoughts!? Then… let’s make this about you and me!)
“… Not with Kol… because she’s always trying to hurt me, somehow!”
“Adris? Referring to what?”
“Even Ave… she’s nice, but, I’m… I don’t understand her when we’re… naked together. She’s always confusing me! She also doesn’t know what to do, either, especially when…?”
No longer questioning because she comprehends, Neesiette only frowns.
“And… with… her…”
To completely sell the experience of being troubled, Adris entirely refuses to name Still while averting his gaze.
“Such be… the nature of Zennia. With kin one should seek proper advice and explanation firstly as just oneself.” Neesiette relaxes her grip on him, instead laying back.
Her freed hair spills out around her when she takes off her crown of flowers. These rejections seem hollow when she seems to be actively preparing for something, and Adris’ motivation peaks higher upon realizing that!
“Even… my sister, how she treats me now is… strange.” Perhaps overselling it, Adris names a family member before making his final entreaty. “After we finally met again, and we were free, I thought… just a hug with me, but… it wasn’t just a hug after…!?”
“Deplorable, that be!” When Adris flinches and acts like he’s going to cry harder, Neesiette’s angry face warps back to a smile. “Not guilty, one’s lesser self. Dwell not upon what weirdness befalls one. An Emperor’s extravagances be not one’s own.”
Closer she brings him into a hug, despite flinching when his transformed dick also moves.
“Ad-Adris… how feels one… about this lady…?”
(This is it!)
“Honesty is best!”
“Only you cared about… me! Didn’t ask for anything, didn’t make me feel bad that I couldn’t give it. Helped me to win, be somebody! You know, when I had nothing from him…”
Bashful at first, milking the role, he then lets his libido out.
“I want Neesiette ALL the time!”
His boyish, cheerful shout leaves Neesiette’s mouth hanging open, before she scrunches her fine eyebrows.
“… Correcting if mistaken, relying on observational data only,” Almost a whisper, she speaks louder. “One’s proper maturation already being well begun, true this? Of one’s apparent age, specifically, one nears…?”
“Maturation? Huh?”
(Why are you so easily into me when you think I’m just a kid!?)
“BECAUSE SHE’S GOT THE ITCH!!!!!!!!”
(She’s not a kid-lover like Lycia!)
“No, she’s not you, you braindead little girl adorer. Neesiette wants…!”
“…
… Step-by-step, obeying explicitly one’s instructions throughout as requirement, a… young man far from home… encouraging this lady to…?”
As if losing the words entirely, Neesiette blushes in her own peculiar way while staying totally emotionless. Her guard drops, and her waifish figure clad by glittering leaves opens up when she shifts under him.
“A young man shall this lady guide, and only this young man? The proper manner of lovemaking… into this realm does one wish to enter willingly?”
The overly tight passage begins to relax, recalibrating its soaked wetness around his changed cock as if anticipating only one answer!
(O-Oh!? She’s inviting me!?)
“NAILED IT!”
“If it’s Neesiette, then…!? It’s not going to go down, is it, it just seems harder now!” Playing the part consummately, despite having no idea what is going on, Adris rapidly shakes his head.
“YES! Every time, yes! Any time, YES! I’d want Neesiette to be my…! I can’t take it anymore!”
“Move… not!”
A cock that’s fully engorged and now feels mutated has Adris ready to cry if he can’t sate its own needs! He thrusts in further, earning Neesiette’s head tilting back as she breathlessly gasps.
“Please be my girl!”
Blinking at that idiotic request, then sighing, Neesiette’s polite, troubled smile widens.
“Precocious, one be.”
In a fever dream where Adris sees multiple dynamic changes subvert into this chaos, he finally receives the gentlest kiss from a lady that rarely gives them. After a brief taste of cured candies, they part lips, letting saliva be shared without tongues.
“Enabling warping of his nature, one’s own precociousness does. Correcting, perhaps, furthering one’s… ‘education as a man’.” She strokes his chin with one finger exactly when speaking of him becoming a man.
“This stuck up tinker toy’s ‘best fun’ is actually wanting to…!”
The essential parts of Neesiette all fuse.
Nobility; obligation; and the subtle compassion of someone who behaves as an “older lady” join with something much deeper, and possibly darker, within Neesiette’s logical alien psyche.
Why she chooses now to be seductive is ever more confusing with her thighs closing to nudge him.
“… teach a lost boy how to be a man!”
(Just like with Kol, the swimsuit brings out the best parts of her!?)
From his chest she strokes down to the bare skin of his stomach. “Shall we proceed, my student?”
Not actually a question, but a matronly order with a suitably bemused smile, it’s what inflames Adris to his melting point when this sparkling tiny beauty wants to play adult games.
(THIS WAS WHAT I—!)
“—WAS LOOKING FOR! KYAAAAAAA~!”