In the lonely realm of hatred and resentnt, a man who has never had the chance to experience intimacy made a move on soone who harbors such deep hatred that, upon ascending to godhood, she beca the Goddess of Hate.
She feels no emotion aside from hate and resentnt—only if those can even be counted as emotions worth having.
The two are like blank sheets of paper, unmarked and untouched. One might say they are innocent in that regard, and this was especially true for Vexthra, who stood frozen like a statue when their lips t.
Kent though, was rather good at it, sohow
In his previous life, Kent had been a movie director; he had seen and written countless intimate scenes. So, at the very least, he had so idea of what to do.
But the sa couldn't be said for Vexthra, who, despite her lips being pressed to Kent's, simply stood there idle. A few seconds later, Kent broke the kiss and looked at her.
'Looks like she doesn't have even an ounce of emotion. I'll have to loosen her up a bit,' Kent thought, smiling at her.
"Do you by any chance have a bedroom in this realm?" Kent asked.
Vexthra looked at him for a few seconds before waving her hand. In the next mont, they were standing inside her bedroom.
'Looks like she's not entirely hateful, at least,' Kent mused, admiring the gray-painted room with a large enough bed to fit four adult humans.
Kent gently pushed her down onto the bed. Vexthra's eyes never left him; she watched him intently the entire ti. Her stare was unsettling, but to Kent, who had a mission to complete, it was a scene to conquer, just like in the movies he had written back on Earth.
'If this were a movie, this would be the scene where the male lead massages the lady to loosen her up,' Kent thought, taking her arm in his hand.
He began massaging her slowly, drawing on all the research he had done when writing scripts for movie scenes. Though he hadn't felt much in his past life, that didn't an he hadn't learned anything.
He started gently, making sure to target each pressure point. Gradually, he felt her stiff body begin to loosen. Yet, while that was progress, Kent noticed no change in her expression.
'Maybe that's just her natural gaze. But by the ti I'm done with her, she'll look cheerful enough,' he laughed inwardly.
After a while, Kent moved to her legs, which were covered in black leather jeans. He smiled and began massaging her through the fabric. It took only a few more monts of careful pressure before he finally got his first reaction.
"Mmmm..."
'Did she just moan?' Kent wondered, intrigued. He began applying more pressure, his hands venturing deeper along her thighs.
"Mmmh..."
Another soft moan escaped her lips, and Kent allowed himself a small smile.
'So, even the Goddess of Hate has a pleasure spot... who would have known?' he thought, his mind now set on his aim to be the first to lead the Goddess of Hate to the peak of pleasure. He continued massaging her inner thighs, carefully avoiding the folds of her Nether Region.
"Mmmmmmh..." This ti, Vexthra let out a more audible moan, the sound echoing softly through the room.
"Is everything okay?" Kent asked, feigning concern, though it seed Vexthra was either too absorbed in the sensations or hadn't heard his question.
Either way, Kent didn't hold back much longer. His hands slid deeper along her inner thighs, and with a swift, calculated motion, he let his fingers brush past the caltoe that had ford thanks to the leather jeans she was wearing.
Her caltoe was rather visible...this made Kent's mind go back to many he had sensed up close during filming. Back then, he just fild them and moved on. But this ti, he felt a sensation move through his bones just by looking at the caltoe through the jeans.
"Aaaaah..." Vexthra moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for the first ti. Encouraged, Kent repeated the gesture, brushing lightly against her caltoe again.
The sensation seed to be working its way through her bones, so Kent continued for two whole minutes until, suddenly, he felt her thighs grow damp.
'She ca,' Kent thought, a smile spreading across his face.
He leaned in and unbuttoned her jeans in preparation for what would co next. For a mont, he found it odd that Vexthra had chosen jeans instead of a gown. Sothing he had always envisioned goddesses wearing.
'I guess I'll have to re-evaluate my perception of stuff,' he mused, smiling.
Carefully, he unzipped her jeans, revealing her soaked nether region, now exuding a sweet nectar that seed to imdiately course through Kent's body, stirring his own desire.
"This feeling..." he muttered, sensing his dragon began to awaken. He felt heat move through his body, settling in his groin. He had never felt his dick move like that before. It was his first ti so it felt great.
"So this is the feeling," he murmured, almost overwheld by emotion. He had anticipated sothing like this for many years, but fate had decreed he would have to die before experiencing it.
Now, he is dead and was indeed experiencing it.
'Then again, not many can boast about making a Goddess release her love juice.' Kent moved forward and gently removed her jeans, feeling no resistance whatsoever.
He observed her soaked panties for a mont, then leaned in, tongue extended as he drew closer to her sweet-slling p*ssy.
"Aaaaahhh..."
Vexthra let out a loud moan as Kent's tongue slid over her sensitive wet cave through her panties. Kent moved his tongue again, tasting her love juice, which coaxed another soft moan from her.
'Tasty,' Kent thought.
With a gentle movent, he slid her panties aside, revealing a narrow, pink entrance glistening with desire. Like a hungry lion, Kent leaned in and let his tongue explore, licking up the juices.
Vexthra's hips trembled on the bed, but Kent held onto her thighs firmly. He wasn't letting go just yet.
"Mmmmm."
"Aaaaaah"
Vexthra's moans filled the room as Kent continued to lick her. The taste of her juices was simply too enticing for him. He licked her dry, but he knew if he kept going, another wave would co; he had seen this happen many tis during filming.
Although he had never had sex or gone down on a woman before, he had studied it and even mastered so techniques—at least theoretically. But now, that knowledge guided his tongue as he dug deeper, exploring every inch of Vexthra's soft, sensitive folds.
Vexthra cried out, her moans filling the room. Despite her nature, hardened by hatred, the pleasure seed to overwhelm her. Kent wasn't holding back; he knew he had to give his all to bring out that elusive smile.
Vexthra kept moaning, and Kent found himself lost in the mont, swept into the pleasure he was giving her. He gripped her thighs, pressing his tongue deeper into her, licking her clit and inner walls with intensity.
"Aaaaaahhh…"
The goddess of hate scread, wrapping her legs tightly around Kent's neck. A flood of her warm, sweet nectar gushed out over his face, and he smiled, swallowing eagerly as he continued to lick.
For the first ti in the Realm of Hatred and Resentnt, the sounds echoing through the air were surprisingly pleasing.
After a few more monts, Kent finished, then looked into her eyes, smiling. For a second, he thought he glimpsed a hint of a smile on her face—but it might have been his imagination.
Progress nonetheless. With a mischievous grin, he gently laid her back on the bed and murmured,
"Why don't we take it up a notch…"
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