“Too far by 0.62 centimeters.”
“Yes!”
Commit no act that is not of this lady’s order.
Slickened as her love chamber is, it’s easy to disobey that only rule by pushing barely past “allowed”. After the slow thrust, one of many tests, a boy withdraws again. As he does so while biting his lip, the lightning caresses of her folds follow a cock that has become a plunger.
“… Adris, be one experimenting?”
“HAAAaaaah!”
Resistance drags his flared head back toward her interior. Jealous of this escape, an amazing experience no human could feel keeps building!
(Like she’s trying… to screw off my cock!)
This treat is worth her reproachful expression when he rests after stopping. Just before his glans would pop out is where she ordered.
“Improvise not.”
“S-Sorry. It feels good…”
“Indeed? Dynamics of proper intercourse, importance thereof, mutual safety of parties imparti—”
Words normal for Neesiette halt at Adris’ blinking; she curls her lips into a quick approximation of a motherly smile.
“Firstly, before feeling good, make…” Again she hesitates, then turns her bell-like voice deeper. “‘Match thy heart with mine own beats, so that two become one, a mutual body shared of coupled soul.’” Some poetic instruction comes from her many privately read romance stories, firing her up further when she curls a finger toward him.
“Not overly complex, but necessary to learn, this adult… ‘game’ we partake in possesses rules.”
How much do you remember of prior experiences?
This was her question before allowing him to continue.
“By one’s own intellect only one must grasp such rules.”
“Adult games… haah!?” Adris’ flared head being dragged the opposite direction curls his toes! “… have rules, too!? We usually just make them up…”
“Especially the adult… ones…!” Neesiette’s coy voice hisses at the end when his cock goes too far again. “Be not easily distracted, young man.”
This time she shakes her head when Adris grins dumbly at her.
“Inexperience be not terrible a thing, only a journey; yet, wary of a lady’s needs at all times one must be, Adris.”
“Yes, Miss Neesiette!”
(Everything is… forgiven… because I’m…!?)
Neesiette’s legs are wide, with her feet tucked behind his kneeling butt.
Precision measurements place him at the end of her passage where her womb has lifted to make space, his enraged glans filling that space without pushing further.
When he stops here, she coos. “Commendable.”
Once he, and perhaps even she, savors the relenting constriction for a brief moment, he obeys her index finger twirl to withdraw again.
(Is this intentional!? Is this the kind of “sexy lady” she wants to be!?)
In and out; sloshing and expanding.
Adris as an unclever, fawning boy nakedly pants while picking up speed ever-so-mind-numbingly-slowly. Always keeping one hand close to her chin, Neesiette tilts her head back slightly each time her finger reaches the reset point for causing a slight bump to rise from her abdomen.
Not allowed to touch her, only to plant his hands on the ground and thrust his pelvis, he can only savor her thin body and succulent innocence.
“Attractive, a man who listens.”
“Thank you!”
“One’s… tip be…”
Panting louder when being praised, Adris’ speed earns Neesiette’s face-guarding hand creeping down to lightly press upon the bump he keeps making.
“Hyah!?”
A complicated jerk of her attention rolls through Neesiette when Adris feels the pressure from within!
“Be… not thankful.” After recovering, Neesiette grows haughty. “Enticement and devotion, both equally one must express.”
“I will…”
(She’s just baiting me with this naughty hunger that she’s suddenly got, right!?)
That tempting hand she tested the bump with retreats to her chin. She watches him stay unmoving, then darkens her smile when he stays frowning.
“More? Inexperience perhaps as cause, indecision and fears also accruing?”
“It wasn’t me doing the naughty things! He… did them all…” After Adris blushes harder, Neesiette nods her head knowingly.
“How, what, all of this is just… so, I don’t know how?” Despite that, he keeps going. Fascination takes her as this clumsy thrusting proves his claim. “I just… want be in you, forever.” As he follows her shaking finger’s order as much as he can, something melts further inside this sighing lady when Adris can’t be cleverer than this.
“Cease for now.” After he sighs and stops, Neesiette ponders briefly. “Be not disappointed, for this lady loses not interest.”
“I’m not… bad?” Drawing a question from Ave, letting his timid voice repeat it, has Neesiette quickly shaking her head negatively.
“Comprehension of physical parts, lacking, technique consequently not refining; therefore…”
“Miss Neesiette?”
“Fully withdraw oneself, Adris.”
Conflicted openly, Adris scrunches his features with silent refusal as a kid would when told not to swallow sweets already in his mouth.
“Hmm? Weep not, young man.” Neesiette’s coquettish grin is a new gift as she taps the top of his hand. “Denial, being left momentarily wanting, one’s physical form’s carnal pleasure shall only be heightened further by temporary abstinence. Trust this, for this lady shall now instruct about… herself.”
“Yes! Please teach me all about Miss Neesiette!”
(Romance novel heroine or a true ‘New’sieette, who cares when it’s just this good!? I’m going to learn about YOU?)
“… B-But… pull out…?”
“Concluded, think we? Fufufu!” Her best forced laugh has Adris gasping when she plants her feet to his waist and pushes herself free up the petal.
“But, my penis is…!?”
His flared head pulls her insides partway so that her tunnel briefly drags, and her inner lips cling until they lift outwardly, too.
With a mild pop and a spilling of white when Adris’ sheathed dick jumps out, the lady lays there after to bask in his study of the aftermath.
(HOOH!?)
“That’s a healthy taste of FREEDOM!”
“Though monstrous may it seem,” Tugging on the soaked material covering his dick, its rigidity collapses inward when pressed. “As one witnesses, still only ones true form endures.” He doesn’t actually have a giant flared cockhead. In addition, what he shot out seems to penetrate the material.
(I still left the same amount inside her at least, so at least my balls were spared.)
“Rantil thinks you overcompensate for your height with a flood~.”
Adris recovers from his deep thoughts to find Neesiette staring at him with great interest.
“… Upon this lady’s swimsuit and undergarments,” Putting her finger to her lips, she then demands. “Neither comment upon, nor share knowledge elsewhere. Even from, if possible, oneself hide it.”
“Promise, I’ll try.” Adris gulps that, prompting Neesiette to sigh and then reach down to pull up the hem of her transparent flounced skirt.
Her thighs “reveal”, glittering with the mithril-plated leaf scrollery that is her undersuit. Close enough to touch this sleekness, Adris refrains and just whispers.
“It… you don’t… stay open after what we did?” She only leaks slowly from the slit he once thrust into; and, no matter how much his cock has changed and its flared head that swelled starts shrinking after being released, her superior, pristine cunny defies his girth to return to nearly tightly closed.
“Young man, not mere objects ladies be. Conveying with more delicacy be essential, one’s lurid thoughts.” After the tempting order, Neesiette pulls familiar flotation aids behind her back so she can lean up.
“Adris… what thinks one of this lady’s…?” She sweeps her hands from shoulders to thighs, showcasing an even more erotic figure than she’s aware of. “… design?”
“You’re perfect to me! You’re… tinier than I am!”
“… E-Elaborate…?”
“Other girls are bigger, and especially like Sis, I… just can’t win. But, Neesiette is small, and makes me want to protect you!”
“Indeed…? Amusing.”
Her mirth at being treated as fragile fades into an indulgent sort of seriousness.
“One wishes to protect this lady?”
“Yeah! When I’m above you, and you’re under me, I feel it the most!”
“Incorrect that statement be in one aspect, this lady believes.”
“Why?”
When her hand snakes to her mons, she silkily goads him.
“True desire of young boys rarely be to protect, but instead to claim, to feel pleasure, and to abandon responsibility.” She introduces what will make him do that with her legs pulled up wide.
“Avoiding the ‘sheep becoming the wolf’, education shall make one aware of one’s true intentions by introducing what one desires so as to master them. By answering these desires, this lady shall temper you…”
Her outer lips part, so that next her impossibly softer inner ones become what she drags on. Claiming that he wants it, and within, more than anything, she’s not even a bit wrong.
(I’m in love.)
Neesiette vera Luna, the prickly sage that fell from the moon to constantly lord over him, tilts her head back as she lewdly presents what she has to offer!
“… be one truly paying attention, now?”
Nodding many times, Adris stares hard at the pinkness that will never blemish. “Hmm?” An eternally youthful lady muses as he drops down and moves his head closer like a dog would.
“Bold, one be. ‘Honest to one’s desires’ be appropriate for this age.” Rather than be disgusted, Neesiette reaches down to pat his head.
(Let’s not miss anything!)
“Then parts, names and functions, becoming… fond with each one must to demystify and prevent fetishistic tendencies. Beginning with [Labia majora], they be the protective outer lips.”
“Girls hide… theirs down there with those?”
“‘Hiding’ be improper a term.”
Her parting index finger allows the left side of her cleft to flop back.
“‘Reserving’ oneself, so delicate it be, and so dear, a lady does not ‘open up’ too easily. With proper arousal, naturally they shall part.”
“Understood!”
“Next…”
As Adris purposefully breathes harder upon her sacred treasure, she moves a finger to the…
“[Labia minora], inner sensory, cushioning lips, these provide…” An indulgent smile precedes her invitation. “… join in mutual touch to discover personally, Adris.”
“YES!”
Throwing himself sideways, Adris props himself up to let his freed hand slide down Neesiette’s raised thigh toward her narrow slit.
“Be wary, for even more delicate these folds be.”
“Girls are flowers down here?”
“That…!?” Neesiette’s voice rises, but then she scoffs. “Ho, an Emperor’s influence must also this be, for a lady to be remembered as a winter rose.” Her mirth is indulgent, not mocking, but he plays his part.
“Sorry…”
“Be not apologetic. This lady’s… flower, wishing to touch it one does?”
(I only got to feel her salty insides last time, to actually leer at “her majesty” while being taught is quite special!)
When his fingers once again pull on her inner lips, dragging them wide so that he can peer into her unlit depths, he watches the inner walls push out a thin trickle of her salty lubricant.
Adris mumbles something unruly. “Tasty?”
“T-That!?”
Startling at the whispered word, Neesiette deeply sighs at Adris’ curiosity.
“Another word better suited, capable one be of choosing?”
“Huh!?” Adris blinks, still red-faced to keep up his disguise. “You’re…?” He stumbles over his tongue, then cheers. “Pretty!? I guess, everything about Neesiette is pretty.”
This word sets suspicion to Neesiette’s features; then, her drawn features relax.
“Acceptable, that word.” Grinning proudly, she moves his finger up to the smallest nub almost completely concealed beneath a cute hood. Not daring to ask about the tiny hole she skipped over, Adris instead acts amazed.
“This is…?”
“[Clitoris] this be. Comparing to a man, similar function and biological origination, the corollary be…” Toward his cock she points, and he nods. “But less grotesquely male, not as sturdy, be aware of the clitoris’ distinctions as this lady elucidates.”
“Girls’ penises are strange.”
Neesiette blinks, but doesn’t comment at that.
“Rantil doesn’t mind getting strange.”
(You don’t need to be any stranger! Acting this way is rather easy, though. Surprised, constantly shocked… maybe I am a bit excited, so I can fake it well?)
Either way, how his gut burns at being intellectually corrupted by Neesiette’s sex lesson is worth the effort!
“Essential, ultimate female sensory node be this component.” Revealing it with their mutual touch, she crowds one side of the slender pink bump so that he can squeeze against the other. Slick here too, Adris is careful not to lose tension or go over her unspoken maximum on pressing!
The excitement he tries to downplay jumps so much when allowed to fondle her hidden spot that most men ignore or are ignorant of.
“How does this feel? Like… when I touch my…?” His quizzical look earns another grin, but Neesiette shakes her head and then nudges his finger away.
“Considerate; careful; loving; precise; concerning touches here upon any woman other than this lady, these words and many others should bear foremost in one’s thoughts when deciding how to… with this ‘part’ interact.”
“… You don’t…?”
“Think not that it should be one’s sole focus, with this lady especially not. No lacking, nor fault, befalls one regarding this.”
(So, she truly feels nothing from a woman’s erogenous spots.)
At least not without the power of aura synchronization, a technique that caused Adris mental agony when trying to use it with Neesiette.
Without that, Adris struggles to know what to do coming up.
(Neesiette deserves my best! I’ve got to get back in her, get REAL deep into her…)
Already he’s plotting, but doesn’t betray his ambitions as she continues.
“Only one of many, many pleasing places upon a lady, it be relegated to the category of ‘primary spots to tempt with gentle touches after introductory secondary spots receive many’. All of them, minor and major, work together and are equally deserving of a boy’s fascination. Importance of clitoral erection, however, be wary that it signifies… active interest felt by ladies.”
“So you’re…?”
“Affectation only, for this lady! Merely vestigial, replicating this lady’s human form accurately.”
(You’re definitely engorged! Not that Neesiette would ever have a large one.)
“But it’s fun to play with no matter the size.”
Properly small, hers is only peeking!
Adris wonders at Neesiette’s emotional denial, at least until he realizes she’s staring at his lips where his tongue peeks out.
“Original word usage, one’s interest…?”
A dark shine flows up the glinting metal that adorns the thin lady.
“… if five seconds alloted by this lady’s permission…?
Her grin after the flash seems almost human. She lifts up her pelvis to point her blooming dish for him to devour!
“… seeking confirmation of expectations, perhaps one would?”
Adris gapes with his mouth open, but he’s crawling right up to it before she can goad him further!
(YES!)
“… Five…” Her precise count begins even before his extended tongue can strike. Totally unfair to rush him, Adris takes advantage of her lifted aid to flick her clit with his tongue tip before pressing down to circle it.
“… Three…” The semen that he exploded at her center is within the slurry of her leaking juices. It’s a mad balancing act to only suck on her clit noisily while avoiding touching his chin against that thin stream! When he inevitably fails…
“… One…!” Neesiette almost giggles after his hands clamp onto her thighs with “panic”! Laying flat with legs turned so his stiff dick isn’t crushed, Adris sucks up all of the lingering salty juices clinging to her peach just in time.
(Mmmm! Nothing acrid, just salty and thick! You’re like a rare drink you find in some behind-a-dune village!)
Thoroughly tonguing all around her clit, when he strikes her unused urethra, the lady makes a tsking noise and then announces…
“… Zero.”
(I wish your taste was a pleasure you felt, too!)
When Adris pulls away, the lady sits up to wipe off his lips with her fingers. Hers glisten with her juices until she cleans them on the giant petal.
“Quite perverted, one becomes.”
(You’re the one perverting me!)
And she enjoys it.
Neesiette purposefully leaves Adris frozen in place as she judges him with musing happiness, tapping her wiped fingers on her mons.
“Not… incompatible with this lady that fact, if only temporarily afflicting.”
Her shining swimsuit ceases to darkly glint, but the erotic fascination that’s gripping Neesiette harder now may even be infesting her beloved logic!
Adris waits for her next order as Neesiette’s fingers pull wide her tightness.
“[Vaginal entrance, canal thereafter].”
What no sun shall ever shine upon while within this huge flower that shelters them, alabaster skin that becomes pink succulence goes visibly deeper into the just-parted canal. He longs to be scrubbed clean by it.
Then dirty her anew.
“One’s primary focus shall be upon this… ‘finest envelopment by a lady’s affection’. One’s own organ designed explicitly to interlock with, romance and love being proved, in part, by the act of penetration… what thinks one upon seeing?”
“I was inside you here? That’s… really ‘sexy’!”
“That word be…!?”
“Your girl hole is sexy, Miss Neesiette!”
Rather than becoming disturbed, the Lunamaton covers her mouth sheepishly and then makes two lilting laughs before sweetly whispering.
“Haha! Inarticulate one be at times; yet, one’s candor, purity be… attractive.”
(… I… can’t be honest as an Emperor, can I?)
It’s strange though, because Neesiette calls the Emperor a “rake” and clearly desires that persona. Every time Adris defies her, but also pursues and seeks to steal her love, Neesiette escalates her own attempts at equal attachment.
To have her want both corruptible innocence and fawning evil, Adris cannot define how to reconcile that if forced to set these two against each other.
(Almost like a paradox?)
“Instead of further distractions, to continue our lesson a young man must return now deeply toward this lady’s core, called the…” Neesiette dwells on her thought, then shakes her head. “No, reserving introducing that part for later let us. Rolling out of sockets, one’s eyes shortly shall if not resolving one’s lusts. Digital examination, permitted however, if interested in tactile discovery?” Eyes wide and waiting for more, Adris earns a tease; but, he intentionally hesitates.
“‘Digi’?”
Neesiette blinks at his confusion, then without a word merely smiles, grabs a hold of his fingers, and slowly plunges two into her tightness when she ceases spreading her clam.
The inner lips slide over his joints up to his knuckles, and he feels only velvety lukewarmth!
“It’s so… springy, and wet, like cooked milk rice!”
“Such…!?” The analogy has Neesiette’s brow twitching twice, then she sighs deeply and scoots closer to Adris. “More eloquent, this lady requests one be!” Into her depths she coaxes his wrist to pump, though she appears to receive no feedback that pleases.
“A reward exists for eloquence. The wetter a lady shall become if one refines it.”
“Yes! Girls get wetter when they’re feeling good, right, I remember that!” He starts to moving his fingers on his own. “Talking like him is best?”
As Adris pretends to be in awe, though actually enjoys how her sloshing tunnel grips his fingers as he curls to massage her cavity and let the folds tempt him, Neesiette fakes a cough.
“Being true to oneself be preferable, Adris. One’s fun lesson be concluded, then?”
“I really like… feeling you inside. But, okay…”
“Fufu, then, neither with words nor fingers, a young man’s true potential must now be proved by examination.” Neesiette tickles under Adris’ chin to entice him. “Prepare to offer again to this lady’s entrance one’s ‘complementary’ self.”
As if bewitched he follows her hand up from the ground like a puppy. “I want to be inside Miss Neesiette!”
Adris smiles innocently despite Neesiette’s goading, haughty tone; but, its his extreme hunger that betrays his true thoughts, and it’s when he’s allowed to shove her leg aside and fling himself upon her again with a manly sort of urgency that Neesiette regains her matronly presence from earlier.
“Quite exceptional, such manliness be.”
She pulls him into a kiss with the same intensity!
“Increase aggression, nnnnhhh, but ever… incrementally.”
Without using her tongue, only teaching him the simplest kiss of love by plucking at his lip with hers, Neesiette has Adris panting for real by attacking a known weakpoint.
“Let one’s heart inflame, then burn; yet, never incinerate.” Pretending to be the predator drives her wild when Adris forces a clumsy kiss of his own back.
“B e g i n: make love to me, my young student.”
(I can’t believe I just got taught “a woman’s privates” by a living doll!)
“She keeps so formal, but you’re happy-horny with just a sex lesson?”
(Yeah, Rantil, because isn’t she into it!? I want Neesiette to teach me everything with the voice she just used…)
“Honestly, even Rantil might be learning today~!”
Over the shining exhibitionist that could perform a whore’s lewd dance before an Emperor without losing any self-esteem, letting his arms stretch her invisible swimsuit exterior as he presses down upon her, Adris licks his lips and waits for instructions like a good kid would.
“One remembered the primary instruction. Excellent.” Neesiette’s happiness is Adris’, and he reaches down to grip his dick when her index finger points at it.
“Indeed, that. Aiding with precise instruction though this lady has…” After pushing the flotation aids out of the way and laying back down, Neesiette renders her final aid by slowly pulling up her legs. When they’re up, Adris runs his hand over her hip. Her ball joint is where he stops to squeeze, finding it reassuringly as soft as the rest of her.
“… ‘for the final hurdle to be cleared and an older boy to become a young man, into adulthood he must thrust by his own efforts’.”
When Adris blanks at how Neesiette’s very tone shifts when recounting some story passage, possibly even some rich noble’s manual for teaching adolescents about sex, the tiny lady can’t help herself from grinning widely and laughing.
“Hoh, ‘cute’ one be when unsure; yet, now be not the time for timidity, Adris.”
Once more she reaches down to spread her lips wide.
A passage that is as mighty as it is soft wants to devour him.
“‘Peel one’s first skin; shed ignorant youth with these nether lips slick with need for you’.”
Adris responds by grabbing onto her waist, sliding forward on his knees! He aims his dick at that hungry hole.
(Ascended, she sounds so… needy, even if she’s just reciting something!)
The juices that form thin strings between the opening stick to his shrunken head when he presses against it. His cock stirs, ready to flare out once inside her if he understands the alien sensations correctly!
“After entry this lady shall…” Letting her short amber hair become disheveled now that her sunflower circlet and hood are pulled off, Neesiette becomes defenseless again when coquettishly relaxing her rigid posture.
“… pamper you.” A normally eros-deficient Neesiette makes insane promises while staring up into his eyes with a hawk’s sharpness, but a mother’s forgiving grin!
(Eat me up, NEESIETTE!)
“Mmmm, let’s dine on a, pfffft, mature lady together!”
Adris’ burning head firmly plants to close Neesiette’s sticky entrance.
“Good.” A single word almost makes him jam it in!
His mouth opens, a silent sigh released when the wet slit at his penis’ tip pulls open from the entering friction. Every fraction of an inch that slips past stretches the anticipation to eternity.
“Head, only, remember.” His transformed head encounters such resistance from her tight hole that is much smaller now than his girth, defying him until the very moment friction inverts. Her muddy, perfect hole suddenly draws him inside such that he has to brace himself not to fall further!
His “skin” is peeled, though.
“Brave… so very brave one be, adulthood penetrated into by necessity.” Onto the hands that hold her waist, Neesiette’s rub lovingly.
“Neesiette! It’s… so tight!”
“Preparing this lady be. Reconfiguring. For… you.”
Not a lie, a boast, it is when she lays passively before him, but her vagina is alive with these alterations. The pleats restrict less violently, the friction abates, and the slickness triples!
“Forward, now. Pleasure, seek.”
Whatever semen was left is either locked deep within or already expelled when Adris presses slowly toward her core.
“Ultimate joining, welcome it.”
“Neesiette…! Haah!”
“Recall stopping point.”
“Yes!”
The lips that slide down his cock’s length, huge as it is by the standards of the doll that he screws himself into, are his guides!
When they clamp down two inches from the base of his dick, he is close.
“Excellent, Adris. Then, now.”
Adris sighs when the space at the very back of Neesiette that has made room to accept him pulls his head in. His monsterized glans push outward. Plugging up perfectly here, the moment he tries to withdraw he will receive that familiar lightning tingle.
(She’s going to work me up from nothing, until I can’t hold back!)
“Commences: one’s test of prowess. Obey this lady and increase speed incrementally.”
“I already feel fluffy inside!” Half a jest, Adris underestimated the liability of having such a sensitive foreign cock.
“Endure. Knowing it possible that one may prevail, this lady does.”
Her hands on his wrists tighten. It’s a sign not to run!
(If I can last until she lets me even deeper… I’ll…?)
Out he pulls, gasping when the space leading to her womb tries to pull out too but jerks off his head!
Feeling like he’s taking her entire inner walls out with him is a depraved fantasy. Neesiette betrays no pain as her muscles resist his caterpillar-crawl to her entrance.
“One.”
Adris survives the first thrust, earning a count.
The next plunge is even deadlier because he slides faster; but, not faster enough to satisfy the growing urge in his loins to pummel her.
“Two …”
A second count blurs into dozens.
Once he’s going fast enough for the friction to count, Adris begins to hunch with his growing, burning need.
“One’s cock be manlier… than a boy would claim.”
Neesiette stays attentive, but only horrifies him with how easily she nearly flips him into overdrive. Squirming slowly as he thrusts in and out, she doesn’t yelp yet and only seems to be testing some possibility.
“… Forty-Eight…”
“So good! Haah! Aaah! Neesiette is perfect! I’m going to get it sucked out!”
“… Truly? Does one wish ‘mercy’?”
“No! Pamper me, please!”
Her smiles aren’t polite when his lusty requests earn that pampering, but instead show pearly teeth.
Tiny feet knock against his kneeling legs!
“Fifty-Two, my young… suitor? Perhaps this lady shall ‘drain one’, now.”
Neesiette’s cunny squeezes when he reaches her core with his head!
Onto the glans, the canal resists even more his withdrawal!
“Can all girls do that!? Draining guys!?”
“Saying that only this lady could be so dangerous, that rationalization a clever boy would offer.”
“I don’t know if…!?”
“A lie matters not for pillow talk…”
Neesiette squeezes his wrists when her walls tug more toward her own entrance!
Like a dredge he plows her, but abuse isn’t called out.
“… thusly, no other lady matters now, even if she may later.”
“No man, either!?”
Dripping sweat, Adris lets himself look as haggard as Neesiette wants him to be. She grins, but doesn’t mock him.
“From the moment one became this lady’s ward, no other men existed. Only this lady may… drain one dry of lust.”
“NEESIETTE!”
She omits a truth at that moment when he breaks his oath and accelerates too quickly.
Her complicated smile denies that the Emperor is a consideration for who this succubus really wants to drain…
(A kid wouldn’t know that, so I’ll give her her fun! AHH!?)
“Cheating is bad.”
Who and with whom, Rantil doesn’t specify, and Adris doesn’t care when this motherly type keeps chatting.
“So much will be new now, Adris.”
“Show me! Haa! HAH!”
Almost popping out, Neesiette resists that by pulling on his arms to draw him deeper on the return!
“Kindness shown must one also reciprocate. Devote oneself solely to this lady.”
“I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want! Please let… me stay, naaah, with you!”
“Haha…!” She laughs openly at his earnestness to sell out, if only she will keep him. “Confuse this lady not with bartering witches and desperate newts!”
He’s pulled down, craning so that his face can come to hers as she lays there. She dodges his attempt to kiss her lips to instead hit her cheek! Despite being like a doll created to only lay there lifelessly so that he can vent his lust, Neesiette is so alive.
“Kisses should not to be shared freely, but kept ‘true’ between—”
“Lovers!?”
His interruption has Neesiette scrunching her eyebrows with alarm.
“… Perhaps. Wanting that ‘status’, does one?”
Then she melts once more, kissing him as some mental calculation demands Adris be cradled by her.
Almost in missionary now, it’s hard to push into Neesiette slowly and stop without going too far.
(CHA—!)
“—NCE!”
Three “mistakes” careen into each other during the next kiss.
Adris’ tongue slips past Neesiette’s lips when he turns his head, widening her eyes in shock.
After, she grabs harder and tries to push him off.
That causes a “missthrust” that plows his engorged head past the Neesiette Safe Zone and into…!
“HYyiing!?”
The motherly queen that “feels no pleasure” squeaks into a boy’s mouth.
Eyes wide and shaking, Neesiette presses hard on his tongue with her teeth in reproach!
“Huh!?” Adris pulls back, and “by mistake” jolts upward at Neesiette’s womb with his curving saber.
“Ghaa!?” Again she cutely squeaks. Neesiette’s hands on him weaken their hold, then clamp back after the shock runs its course.
(That is it.)
The plan is complete.
All he needs is to line up the “mistakes” until they build to something.
“Miss Neesiette?” After stopping, Adris earns a burning stare of contempt.
“… Disobeyed, one did.”
“How!? I’m sorry!”
“Oh…?”
Neesiette’s ire vanishes when he starts to tear up. She closes her eyes and sighs.
“Disregard, Adris. Eighty-Six.”
“Keep… going?” Panting as hard as he is, Adris makes an effective stooge.
“One’s pleasure shall be difficult to resist from now on.”
Minutes pass and the numbers become hundreds.
“A-Adris!”
“Haah! Wrong!?”
“Not terribly wrong… no.”
With time and numbers, the cries also grow sweeter when the “misses” stack up.
A snail crawl when first plundering her depths has become a dash to the finish.
That Adris has survived this long is only because…!
“Virile, manly, and…! L-L-Loyal, one must be!”
“I want… to… be!”
A human can’t be perfect, so his huge dick keeps splitting her further in when “missing”. Covered in sweat both are now, for it keeps falling onto Neesiette’s stomach. The forest’s humidity keeps Adris’ sweat from burning off. Exposing the wetness upon her by being lifted and jostled, she’s made no tidying actions after reaching…
“… F-Four-Hundred-Eighty-Nineee!”
“Good! Feeling good! Haah! HAAAH! Burning up!”
“One’s sweat and disgusting sounds prove!”
“I like ‘em! Neesiette makes the sounds!”
“Improper attribution!”
Saying he likes something about her forgives that she sounds like a rag swishing through water at her crotch each time his rod pumps. Legs that once played have crept to firmly sit at Adris’ butt when they don’t jerk loose with a deep strike.
“We’re… feeling good, Neesiette!”
“That be…!”
It’s true. Completely, utterly, nakedly true as his glans thrust against her cervix again.
When the bump on her stomach returns, this lady gets…!
“… plausible! But, not this lady’s…”
Screwing her eyes shut when another pang of satisfaction strikes, Neesiette’s hand hovering over her mouth is the only non-moving part of this jumping lady.
(It’s working! She’s feeling it!)
In a violet hell far above, he’d suspected it wasn’t just his size.
It’s the length, and how the tip strikes deeper than her canal’s end!
Any girl would have already stabbed him back for brutalizing her cunt like this; but, Neesiette’s perfect love passage is immune to harm. The pressure is the key to making her shake.
“Pleasure…! Release! Achieving this, a young man must soon!” Only her self-control is assaulted. Only her pride crumbles.
But her hunger doesn’t diminish.
“I already feel… gaaah, like I’m gonna die, Neesiette!”
“Perish, one shall.” Neesiette isn’t angry when saying that, instead growling with superiority. “Imposing oneself, seeking pleasure, HYAAH! Beyond… one’s current capacity, repercussion thereof!”
“Not…! Me…!”
His hips are getting tired, even his knees are scraped by a petal whose flesh now cakes his shins. This growing pleasure would annihilate him if he gave in, for she’s mastered the art of nearly tearing off the head of his cock such that he pants like a little girl would if forced to labor!
“I want…!”
Drenching her again when he hugs to her with a whine, Adris stops thrusting and just lays there.
“Adris!? What… ails one?”
She wraps her arms around him, not breathless but still unsure. With his dick so deep, some lasting tremor settles into her frame before she squirms back off where he’s impaled her.
“… Neesiette…! Miss Neesiette!”
“Cry not!? What bothers…?”
“You… you…!?
You can feel good, RIGHT!?”
(This will be my emotional wedge.)
“T-that…”
“I know you can, because… well… when you had sex, you…!”
“This lady…!?”
Her perfect features widen with shock as his claim rolls out, her mirth evaporating!
“The Emperor kept bragging that you got crazy on top of him!
He can’t be wrong, right!?”
“…
… R e c o r d e d: lapse of boundaries, relationship privacy.”
Neesiette’s dead stare is shining with repressed violet anger.
“P u n i s h m e n t:
…!”
She only looks through Adris, not at him, for her need to murder is reserved for “another Adris”.
Then, she relaxes her seriousness when noticing that she causes him to only cry harder.
“Fear not.”
“But, if Neesiette isn’t feeling good, then… then, it’s… because of…!?”
“Be silent.”
To his chest she clings even in their bent coitus posture, unwilling to let him see her face.
“… But…!”
“Silence.” Cutting him off curtly, Adris stifles a fake whimper. “… Allow this lady a moment of recalculation.”
Patting his back for that moment, Neesiette is the one now put to the test by Adris.
(And this will be the Carrot of Pleasure~.)
“Ahahah, you really are insane, Adris!”
While she dwells on it, he digs up into her with the overt lack of slyness that young boys reserve for stealing their way.
His overly agitated, throbbing head presses deeply as his thighs flex.
Neesiette’s silence doesn’t break even when her forehead presses into his chest, and her arms squeeze.
“… Incorrigible.”
“Huh!?”
“Inevitable, though, this must also have been from the start. Difficulties of this lady, principles endangered, these be not easy to convey why… ‘pleasure’ be not sought, Adris.”
Pulling away, Adris feels himself throb even while motionless. When she touches his cheek and sighs, Adris wants to give in and explode into the motherly saint that forces herself to keep her expression bright.
“‘Pleasure’, similarity to allowed feedback for Lunamaton, such a… ‘reward’ be tied only to duty.”
“Neesiette does her duty all the time! I… I want Neesiette to feel good for all the times she’s helped us!”
“… Adris, complicated the issue be. Petulant and loud and coarse, be not so—?”
“No!”
“One’s instruction be more impor—!”
“NO!”
Just yelling “no” makes Neesiette furrow her eyebrows and stare at him as if he is the alien creature.
(Kids are selfish! You’re gonna get plenty of that from me for now on~.)
“GOOD, GOOOOD! LET THE IMP FLOW THROUGH YOU!”
(R-Rantil, calm down…!)
But she doesn’t calm, instead jumping within Adris’ Inner Expanse like she’s a cured leather bouncing ball!
“WE — WANT — !”
Rantil’s crazy juvenile energy knocks through Adris’ logical thoughts, making him whine!
“I wanna make Neesiette ‘cum’ too!”
“Vulgar, that word be…!?”
“Don’t care! Cum!”
“Adris!? Impose not…!” When Neesiette’s expression turns acidic finally, the petulance shifts with an imp’s practiced innocence as the next weapon.
“Why?”
For Adris’ teary eyes become full on crying, his nose filling up as his lips shake.
“Please!?”
“… One’s… behavior…? Be…?”
Adris just cries with his dick ready to burst, poking every so often up into her.
“… Please…!?”
Neesiette keeps flinching with the pokes, her facial expressions a blank shock, then a fluttering of her eyelids, until finally she slides her hands over his flanks and whispers.
“… Art, and Eros, both being equal subjects for this lady’s duties…?”
“They should be! You’re good at both! Shouldn’t you be thanked for doing good things!? Isn’t that what ‘sex’ is for, to make people feel good because they should?”
Neesiette opens her mouth to chastise him, then closes with a mirthful grin replacing her ire.
“Ridiculous in all ways, any life form named ‘Adris’ be. Romance be… difficult to claim now, given one’s demands. This be only indulgence.”
“So, I’m just as… I’m like Kol, I guess!? I don’t care if I look bad now! I’m with Miss Neesiette, I’m already a winner!”
At that, Neesiette chuckles into hand she brings up to her face to hide her expression with.
(What are you making me say, Rantil!?)
“THE COUP DE GRÂCE, OF COURSE!!!”
“As long as… it’s you…” Like a proper boy his age, Adris starts blustering while his eyes shake, not able to look at her. “B-B-Because, I, with… with… with you, I want, like…!”
“Waist of this lady, grip firmly.”
Adris’ rambling admission of SOMETHING is intentionally sidestepped when Neesiette relaxes and also looks away.
“Yes?”
“Commit to order, Adris.”
“Ah!? Yeah!”
By her command, Adris gingerly lifts Neesiette’s waist off the ground with his dick still firmly all the way in. Like he’s holding a noodle, she braces her feet upon him.
“Purely experimental territory, proceed we now into.”
“Huh?”
Neesiette blinks at him, then smiles.
“One’s wish one may achieve. Beware of the cost, for this lady knows not the cascade of errors that may occur.”
“Eh? Errors…?”
“Laudable innocence, never lose this even when growing up, Adris. Now: resume prior efforts and obey commands.”
“Yes!”
(HERE WE GO!)
“What’s going to happen, Rantil wants to knooooow~!”
Giddy inside and out, Adris withdraws his thick cock!
No pleasure is felt from this by her; but, when he’s thrusting back in while moaning she—!
“Adjust angle, upward.”
“Hah!”
The Lunamaton jolts with sudden spasms when the outline of his cockhead bulges above her stomach!
“HIIIEhhhhmmmmuch, too much!”
“Sorry! Aaah! HAAH!” Adris pants while thrusting below this mark just as deeply!
“Core strike…”
“I hit…!? Haah, hit…?”
“Chatter not, entice this lady!”
Looking up from the ground at him, the small empress whose stomach is higher than her head barks a sudden need.
“Neesiette! You’re so…!”
(A kid… gah, doesn’t know how to…!)
“Tight!”
“Wrong! Factual, that be…! Not enticement! Lis-TEN!”
Her hand muffles her heavy barks, but her indignation comes through well enough when she reaches out as if to cup his cheek.
“Bravery, one has…! Not all one gives this, but also…!
Hhhngh!?
… Hope, one’s hope for this lady, growing within, more furious than one’s thrusts, a need for you, this lady’s need burning!”
A compliment ends in just the right words to earn a faster pummeling!
“I need Neesiette, too!”
“M-More eloquent…!”
Her rolling ball joints shake when she lifts and falls with his dick almost being strong enough to keep her aloft by itself!
“Neesiette is… more than anyone else, guuh! My… favorite!”
(As a kid!)
Calling her that at the same time as angling to bottom out launches an undulation from her stomach to her head.
“Hhha!? Nnnaah!?”
“Tiny, but cute!”
Muffling her report, the lady watches with wide eyes as a boy sweats like a pig, his ugly expression of naked pleasure twisting any attempt at clever words!
“Cute girls… haaah! Neesiette is, the cutest ever!”
“Caaaaall not…!”
“Sexy, cute, naaah! ‘Erotic’! My penis… gets hardest for you!”
“Ahhhhh, one’s vulgarity…! Too young, one be still!”
So she says, but milks his cock with a ferocity that seems to like that youth!
When Adris’ eyes roll from the sudden kisses about his glans that what can only be her cervix gives, she coos at him.
“Too early…!
Too unripened…!
Sinful, perhaps this… tryst! This lady, re-regretably… indulging as three others beeeHAAH!? As… AN EMPEROR DOES!?”
Calling herself sinful mars Neesiette with a permanent handicap against Adris, because she’s just admitted that her perfection desired to commit a naughty act like seducing him!
“Miss Neesiette is lewd!?”
“SAY… NOT…!”
“I like lewd girls!”
“Knowing not, what one… speaks…!
No, no, too… muuuuCCCHHAAAAH!?”
After another deep thrust, Neesiette’s open-jointed fingers spread in wild directions!
A wildness grips her that she’s never shown when clawing the petal floor.
To control them, she forces her shaking hands to her breasts like a “V”, pressing upon her sternum and pushing down against Adris’ pummeling!
When she reaches her diaphragm, her head drags upon the floor with a sudden panic that lifts her up.
“N-Neesiette!?”
“… Ttoooo… much… compression-n-n-n…!”
“I’ll stop!”
Loose fingers squeeze shut into deathgrips on the air when he offers that.
Neesiette’s sharp gaze is a hammer to Adris’ psyche when the empress at his mercy hisses.
“Defy not… this lady. Cease… NOT, her experiment!”
“Yes ma’am!”
When Adris squeals that half-seriously, the strange way that Neesiette lifted off the petal to stare ends. Held up entirely by him, she pretends to be human again and falls onto her back to continue shuddering.
(Scary! She was… gonna drain me dead if I disobeyed!?)
“… Angle… be too direct. Impacts, too many. Progression… too…”
“What if I… um, pushed in from a different way?”
“… Elucidate.”
Adris has her undivided attention as the doll reaches up to stroke his knuckles.
“Mmmmm, she’s… getting kind of…?”
“I, think I could enter into your…”
“[Vaginal canal].”
“That, but instead of on top of you and just deep, maybe if I, or you were…?”
“Manual manipulation, until achieving suitable position this lady permits.”
Imperious to a fault now, it’s an order and not a suggestion when Adris pulls out with his huge dick just far enough for her overly slender right leg to be swung upright in front of him.
“… Position, novel, achievement of it, noted.
D e s i g n a t i o n: [Leg Glider].”
Though her toes barely come up to his shoulder, Neesiette’s wide smile that gloats over Adris’ choice feels smothering.
“One’s potential develops, the rate perhaps beyond even this lady’s expectations.”
“Um…?” Acting like the prey she seems to favor, Adris keeps huffing. Not an act, he finds it hard not to stare down at where they’re joined.
He’s seated on her extended right leg as enormous presence that threatens her small pelvis. A flared cock is already seated deep within her core. The full length is something he can mentally envision as it enters to be clamped upon by her soothing pussy lips so that it can take up much of her inner abdomen.
(The tip points at a different part of her, so this might work?)
“Miss Neesiette!? Do you… want me, now?”
Instead of poking up through her stomach, he can feel implicitly that he’s nudging against her side.
“Anticipation…
… this lady admits… much quantity of it exists.”
(It’s my cock she wants!)
Adris’ ambition to be wanted, and all of his false mistakes, finally add up to a lady that’s horny for him!
“Neesiette, should I…?”
With her upper torso turning to her left side, she can hide everything but her shining eyes using her unruly amber hair and a tactically held up hand.
“Vigorously so, yes.”
Adris flinches when her violet interest flares up! After her sight captures him anew, his nerves feel jittery.
“As a man, to this lady… with alacrity, empty one’s testes.”
“N-Neesiette!?”
“Desiring not more instruction, being unwilling to accomplish as my student?”
“Sultry” is a personality trait Adris would’ve never ascribed to this prickly sage; but in the radiance of her sight, and when she releases her hold on his thigh so as to run her hand over her chest and cup as much as she can of one of her small puddings as a temptation, Adris has to drop his jaw over her sudden shift.
“I… do want instruction!”
“Then, one purpose alone remains: man, woman, coupling of the two outside of platonic discourse…”
Neesiette drops her blocking hand minutely to let Adris witness part of her bizarrely lurid expression!
“… ‘procreation’. Until culmination of act, proceed.”
With errant amber locks hanging loosely, a strange memory starts to come to mind that has similar energy to this wild lady’s.
Nipping at him, Adris wants to remember it.
(First a teacher, now…!)
“YEEEEEEEES, THIS IS AMAZING!”
(She wants sex!? Just for herself!? Neesiette is being selfish…!?)
“Okay, Rantil forgives this doll. She doesn’t have to be destroyed~!”
He doesn’t spare any energy, already licking the ankle of this moon-made sex toy that demands he breed her!
“NEESIETTE!”
His overly sensitive cock hammers so that instead of pummeling it, he merely grazes her womb!
“… Yes…! Hhhhaaaah, experience sssssought!” The hand that cupped her lacking breasts returns to hide her face when she cries out, and the one that grips his thigh squeezes so hard. “Five-hundred… naaah! And… twenty!”
“You’re so tight! I can’t…!”
“Endure!” Her hand squeezing him comes free, flopping about as if out of control!
“Five-hun…! Hundred…!”
“Like… Neesiette, I do!”
“Lady, this Lady…! And to—ol…!”
The leg Adris clings to spasms at both thigh and shin. A brutal “compression” that Neesiette spoke of traverses out to toes and head, then back. Lukewarm alabaster skin tingles to Adris’ touch!
“My… young man…! This Neesiette’s… personal student!”
Her thrusting hand clutches for him, and so Adris grabs on tightly to it!
“[Womb]! Core of this… lady! Rendering to it… requiring this lady… does, one’s…! Ooooooh!”
Unable to finish, Neesiette just silently moans.
(I’m hers! Neesiette’s mine… aaah! Because I surrendered twice… I’m hers in a new way!)
The “testes” Neesiette demanded be emptied start to constrict.
Within someone else’s creation, Adris will now gleefully place his mark of having conquered her for a second time!
By hook or crook, even if he has to pretend to be a simpleton that worships her with his tongue sliding over her perfect birdlike ankle…!
(AHAHAHA! I’ll be, haah, any sort of bastard… for my Neesiette!)
“… Naaaah!?
HIGGGHEEEEE!?”
Her hand gripping him shakes and tingles, too!
Two thrusts per second just barely pushing up into her cervix with a flaring cock is working.
An unprecedented accumulation of some energy becomes detectable even by Adris’ lust-warped senses!
(She’s going over!)
And in the instant of victory, where swirling emotions seem to spin around them both so fast and thickly that the shadows of the petal dance with the purple from outside of it, Adris longs to see this lady’s face revealed.
The strange giant flower’s smell, once citrus, becomes impossible to distinguish.
(My…!)
Bottoming out sends the lady’s head jerking back!
Her amber hair swinging out of the way, Adris becomes able to see…!
— Sheer terror fills him before any recognition of her face does. —
Something uncomfortable pierces his temple at the moment that this woman’s shining black hair falls back to reveal her.
(No… NO!)
Equally black eyes are mostly dead when she stares up at him.
Even though she’s sweating the same as him, and cries out at his thrusts and clever fingers, she’s almost dead.
The very last night they made love, just after committing to finding the Emperor’s tomb,
he’d sent her into orgasm so many times with all his effort to deny this expression!
But Serras, locked away in his arms and buried beneath his attempts at love,
had only stared impassively.
Fully accepting him into her,
even begging for his seed when she knows he’s as close to orgasm as she is, still, she had…
This swordmaiden had wanted him despite what was to come, but her eyes didn’t show it!
(THIS ISN’T…!?)
Revulsion,
Outrage,
Absolute hatred!
All these old friends suddenly shatter the realistic Serras beneath him, despite the sounds and smells of their old tent being the same as now!
Into a blinding black mist she swirls, to reform as…
— Relief floods through then, herding the rest away! —
“Indeed, this Lady…! Is…!”
In another place, full of different smells of spices and expensive perfumes,
a somewhat solvenly, but still stunningly beautiful, princess moans her surrender.
So similar in how each refers to their self, it’s only obvious after he feels how he settles onto her plushness that they would overlap as equally comfortable thoughts.
“… I AM… YOURS, MY SUITOR!”
A self-proclaimed inheritor of an Emperor and a Priceless Lunamaton of Traveler would be similar to each other in passing.
“… Oooh, no, please, torment me not with… haaah!?
My suitor’s fingers… I’m not, I can’t resist them…!”
How she’d twisted in his clutches after pretending for so long that he would never have a chance to touch her; that woman, too, had inevitably succumbed to his tongue, fingertips, and cock.
She’d shed her finest dress the instant he wished to enjoy her naked body and wouldn’t accept further games.
“… leave me not after… turning me so lewd…
… become… mine! I… I beg you…!”
It’s satisfying to remember how this stuck-up old princess grew to want only his godlike sexual prowess.
Such a pleasant thought, that another human being could willingly become dependent and shed all pride merely because he addled her mind with ecstasy when no other could or would.
(R-Rant—il!)
Calling out that name, there is no answer.
All he sees is the plump bitch princess who begs for a kiss, her jade eyes revealing neither shame nor superiority when her new master is reflected in them.
When he’d looked into her face in the throes of pleasure, how her plump cheeks stretched because his “enormous rod” plowing her furrow below at just the right angle, the satisfaction of revealing this older slut’s true nature might have been what jolted Adris out of his belief that she
“Adris!”
Someone’s cry joins with uncountable trillions of other screams.
They ask why…!?
— WHY HE THOUGHT THAT EITHER WANTED HIM,
INSTEAD OF JUST THE PLEASURE HE COULD GIVE THEM —
“CROSSBEARER!? Where… Where did you go!?
EEEEEH!? YOU’RE GONNA SPURT!”
“R e p o r t: errors accruing, multiplying, overload…! HYAAH!?”
Two different women scream at him, one outside and the other from his shadow.
He’s still thrusting, even through the pain.
(What was… aaaah!? THAT!?)
A daydream nightmare of similar smells, sounds, and sensations passes by, and then he’s only with this wayward empress named Neesiette slapping the petal to beg his attention.
The transition strips away whatever control he thought he had, uniting dream and reality, mixing their certainties and doubts!
Adris’ hips swing like a monkey’s. His knees ache from the abuse he bestows.
“Danger!?”
The tiny girl he traps by kneeling on her leg shakes with his full impacts against her raised thigh.
(She’s feeling pleasure…!)
“UncertaintyyYYY!?” The Lunamaton shrieks into her hand, but her eyes that capture him silently beg for even more danger. This once sexless creature milks him within!
That knowledge destroys him.
Because corrupting her into a sex fiend by temptation was what he wanted, but now he’s afraid after his delusion; because, this doll who is far superior at gifting pleasure than he is may decide that pleasure is all she wants!
(… Diff… Different, she is! Back then, that was, aaaah, my mistake!)
He begs her not to escape by drooling onto her as his emotions shred him! Not even pulling out would be something he could survive without going insane and plunging back in, so he’s unable to try and force love upon her by holding her.
So, he just keeps pistoning, to enjoy how her juices spill out when he overfills her pussy.
“Release…! ADRIS!” When Neesiette screams an order, his clenching loins obey!
“Oh MY GAWD,
Rantil is FLYINGGGGGGGG!!!”
(CUMMING!)
Both master and allip who have been overlapping too much ride their psychic ecstasy at the same time, feeding into each other as the lumps of molten heat expel from his dick.
Diminished, but somehow churning out ropes, Adris finally becomes worried by how he can produce so much semen so regularly.
(AAHHH! It’s… a big one!)
“HAAH!? HYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
He uses her presence to keep grounded to Zennia, jerking into Neesiette’s sodden pussy as long as even a single drop is left to shoot out. A pussy remade for his length abandons comfort to thoroughly suck up everything he gives.
A spark like lightning striking rolls across Adris’ skin.
“AAAAH!? HAAAH!? What is…!? Ah, run…
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNNNNNN———————!!”
At first screaming, Rantil suddenly goes silent.
(Where’d she go!? No, geh! My… woman is…!)
“Neesiette!” He screams her name, and she only stares at him in panic with violet eyes that glow too violently! “… Mine…!” Choking on the word, something tears through Adris’ psyche. “… Sex means… means… haah, being together! And I’m… an adult!” Starting with a child’s reasoning while thrusting his hips again, Adris tries to do what only a child can get a way with in the eyes of those older by demanding the impossible.
“So…!
MARRY ME, MISS…!”
Neesiette’s succubus tunnel crushes on his glans so hard that he screams!
“Aaaaaah!?”
The suction after releasing his glans ceases being kind when Neesiette’s gaze despite her pleasure is heartless, and she intentionally bullies him until he can only groan!
“Why!?”
“… to make one… marriageable…”
Then, her voice is unbearably kind with every syllable that Adris can make out.
“… promising… this lady, she…!”
(Is… OOOH!? Yes, or no!?)
These words as her last though, for Neesiette’s whole body goes berserk when Adris pistons jealously harder for lack of knowing!
“… shaAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA—!!!” An unnatural shriek from her rises as Neesiette’s pupils roll back into her head! He violates her already overwhelmed perfection to breaking.
(She’s cumming!?)
While Adris rides out his crashing waves of pleasure that come with each dry orgasmic spurt, Neesiette swings out her hand that was hiding her face to uncover it. Tragically, she also twists at the same time away from Adris to face out toward the lake when flopping about like a living puppet with suddenly cut strings.
(I almost saw her orgasm face!)
Romance has escaped him after his daydream nightmare, and seduction has collapsed, but still Adris’ skin prickles from more than just the burning pleasure of his groin.
He hoards the lingering feeling of having won, but also lost…
(Ah? Glowing… she’s glowing…?)
At first enjoying the victory, the lightness of the air of the petal’s interior falls like hard stone ceiling upon his back when his skin touching Neesiette brings bizarre sensory spikes!
Violet, crackling energies escape from every exposed joint of Neesiette’s artificial body to climb Adris. Where Adris’ still-throbbing cock lodges, a similar tingling sensation coats it and banishes the molten heat of his semen.
(Rantil, Still, HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE—!?)
Adris’ consciousness, lust, and his very shadow vanish when the exhibitionist moon fairy expels outward an expanding violet sphere of her orgasmic impulse!
Every nerve Adris possesses fires at once as he is shoved into his own locked mind, incapable of screaming from Neesiette’s greater existence flooding through and over him.
He dances like a dying roach, then flops onto his teacher. Their mutual pleasure is all that remains fixed inside to combat the total insensation.