Vol.5 Ch.27.2 – Illusory Lover II
Apparently, 'slow' wasn't really on the menu when it came to Melinoe and me because just seconds later we were making out again as if nothing had happened, me getting lost in the flavor of apples and her exploring my body with hands that were tentative at first and then grew increasingly bolder as she realized I wasn't going to stop her. Not anymore.
The situation still irked me but none of that annoyance was aimed at her; if anything I felt bad this had happened to her and I would be giving Alisha and Yume a piece of my mind for this before long. But not right now. Right now I was enjoying the gorgeous demigoddess atop me, the one getting lost in our kiss. She felt light as a feather above me, everything about her soft and smooth and her sex feverishly hot against mine, even through the layers of cloth separating us.
Soon she grew bolder, rolling her hips against me, pressing her pussy against my once again hardened cock in an almost desperate way on every pass. Her breathing grew more and more uneven as she did and soon she was moaning into our shared kiss. I could empathize with her desperation. I needed her as well. I should have been utterly exhausted but, somehow, instead of sleep I felt an overwhelming need to bury myself in this gorgeous woman. But that wasn't going to happen with her just grinding into me.
I cupped two handfuls of her sexy ass and lifted her up, onto her knees and away from my crotch.
She broke our kiss and stared down at me, worried. Before she could get the wrong idea I told her:
“Take my cock out.” My voice sounded gravelly even to my own ears.
She hurried to comply, reaching into my pants and wrapping a hand around my shaft, and I experienced no small amount of satisfaction from the way her pupils dilated as she felt how big and hard I was for her.
“A-all for me?” she asked, the suave quip ruined by the way her voice had cracked.
“All for you,” I agreed as I lifted up her toga and found out that she wasn't wearing any undergarments. “Don't tell me you went through this whole ordeal without smallclothes.”
“I'm not that much of a pervert,” she muttered, her face turning a little redder still. “I took them off before you approached me.”
“Good girl,” I muttered and while she was still shuddering from the compliment I reached out and pressed the back of my hand against her pussy.
“Stars...” she gasped, pushing her hips into my hand.
She was so warm, so wet and so soft, her pussy quivering with anticipation.
“Are you going to fuck me right here?” she asked, her voice full of eagerness and concern in equal measure.
“Not quite yet,” I rumbled and turned my hand so I could touch my fingertips to her lower lips. “Start stroking me. I want to make you come a couple of times before I fuck you.”
“A-a couple?” she squeaked out, though it didn't stop her from grinding into my hand. I had switched to cupping her pussy while pushing the tips of two fingers inside her. Even that was nearly too tight a fit, her pussy almost virginal.
“First I'm going to make you come on my fingers,” I said, laying it out for her, “make that cute little pussy clench around me. Then I'm going to shove you down and eat that pussy, find out if you taste like apples everywhere.” At this point her face was red like a candied apple. “And while you're still dizzy from that I'm going to shove my cock inside you.”
“But I want to make you feel good, too,” she whined.
“Better get to it then,” I said, thrusting into her pumping hand.
Her overconfident act shone through once again as she took it as a challenge, trying to get me to come before her. She pumped my cock with surprising expertise and I wondered if she was drawing on her own experience or was using a technique she'd seen in a memory of one of my girls servicing me. But regardless of where she got it, her expression as she pumped away was the most adorable combination of competitive determination, utter mortification and affected sultriness. Or at least that's what it had started out as. Because despite her determination she was fighting a losing battle. Her mind might have experienced some of my girls' sexiest experiences but her body evidently hadn't because her pussy was entirely unprepared for what I was doing to her.
Two fingers were enough to stretch her out deliciously, to the point that I was worried about whether my cock would even fit inside her, and while I had never been with Melinoe, not even in a memory, I knew my way around a woman's pussy, knew exactly how to tease that bumpy spot inside her that made her legs quiver on every pass, and I wasn't giving her any quarter.
Soon her pumping became erratic and the determination gradually bled from her face until only pleasure remained.
“Please...” she whimpered.
“Please what?” I demanded, sawing my fingers in and out of her in time with her breathing.
“Please...” she squeaked again, more desperate now.
“You're not getting it until you tell me what you want.”
“Bully...” she whimpered, then took a deep breath. “Please make me come, Felix.”
“Good girl,” I told her and then crushed her clit under my thumb.
“Fmmmck...” she ground out after burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her legs shook even harder before her entire body seized up and she screamed into my shoulder as the orgasm rippled through her. All attempts to make me cum were forgotten as she just clung to me, shivering with an orgasm so intense I was starting to wonder when she had last been with anyone outside of an experienced memory.
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It took Melinoe quite a while to recover and I just held her and listened as her breathing gradually grew more even.
“That was... intense,” she finally admitted.
“Are you sure you're not just a pushover?” I teased.
In response she grabbed my cock and gave me that competitive glare again. “I'll show you who's the real pushover.”
“Lose the toga first,” I told her, grabbing the hem of the garment. “I want to look at you.”
She blushed scarlet and averted her gaze but when I pulled the toga up and off her she raised her arms to assist me nevertheless.
Melinoe was gorgeous. Her skin was pale, though not quite as pale as living most of her life in the Underworld would imply. Her body was lithe and slender, looking eerily like Alisha's, her small breasts almost identical in size, though with nipples that were more rose-colored than light pink. I normally didn't compare women like this but she looked so much like an Olympian version of Alisha I couldn't help myself. One thing that most definitely wasn't like Alisha was her hips, a good bit fuller than the adorable little peach my little elf had for a butt. Melinoe wasn't built like Yume or Selene, didn't even have the same sexy hips that Anna had, but she had just enough there to look beyond sexy.
“Gods you're gorgeous,” I whispered. I hadn't even meant to say it, it had just slipped out.
“Y-you think?” she asked, sounding so vulnerable my heart felt like it was about to break.
In response I simply looked into her eyes and then looked down. She followed my gaze until she reached my cock, hard as rock, just for her.
She bit her lip and began pumping it once again, her movements less desperate and more languid now, feeling so much better than before. Honestly I would have liked to bully her even more, to keep her from playing with me and simply continuing with my plan to drive her crazy, but I let her. Not only did I want to give her that little hit of confidence, showing her that she was so sexy she made me lose sight of my stated intentions, I was also quite simply too horny to keep on teasing her. I wanted to shoot my load all over this gorgeous creature's tummy.
And so I let her. She kept pumping me with one hand while the other cupped my balls. She licked her lips as if she couldn't wait to take me in her mouth but she didn't, perhaps scared to mess that up. Without my fingering to distract her she could focus on pleasuring me and in this state she was doing an excellent job, working me into a frenzy until I was the one gasping and twitching.
“If you keep going it'll make a mess all over you,” I told her.
“Good,” she breathed, her mind only half there. Even if I couldn't see her pussy dripping, her expression alone was enough to let me know where her mind had wandered. She was clearly imagining my cock filling her up and scraping out her insides and she couldn't wait to feel it for herself.
“Here it comes,” I warned just moments before I exploded, jets of sticky seed hitting her chest and tummy, running down her body. Whenever something ran too close to her pussy she scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to herself. She was so absorbed in it, so shameless about it, that I could tell her mind was in a daze, lost in a fantasy.
“Pervert,” I whispered, trying to break her out of her daze.
Instantly she looked up, her face flushing red as she froze.
I gave her a soft smirk, scooped up the last of the cum on her body and held the dirty fingers up to her mouth.
She licked it off without hesitation but then, as I started to praise her, she lightly bit my fingers.
“Jerk.”