The hammock swayed as our clothes ca off. We took our ti. And our desires were palpable.
I kissed down her neck, tasting the fresh water on her skin. She arched when I took hold of a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard with slurp sounds filling the room; my tongue flicking it sporadically until she moaned low in her throat.
Her hands then gripped my hair, pulling closer to her chest. She was already soaked when I slid down her groin.
I moved spread her thighs wide, then moved to licking her—slow from bottom to top, tasting her fully.
She bucked against my mouth, the soft lower lips pressing against my lips, so much wetness coating my chin, and her moans turning to sharp gasps when I lightly nipped her clit.
"B-Benjamin—" My na broke on her lips as she ca, her thighs clamping around my head, and her hips grinding against my tongue.
I didn’t stop until she tugged up, her eyes almost dappled, her lips parted.
She pushed onto my back and straddled , guiding my cock inside the warm, wet enclave with one slow, slurpy slide.
We both groaned. Her tight and hot interior compressing , and filling her completely.
She rode slow at first, rolling her hips, her breasts swaying. I watched her face, her eyes half-closed, mouth open, with sweat beading between her breasts. Saliva glistened where she’d bitten her lip.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, thrusting up to et her. Skin slapped wetly as the sound made us more aroused; the wetness of her love hole dripping down my balls.
Suddenly she kissed ssily, her tongues sliding inside my mouth and rolling on my own tongue, our saliva mixing and dripping down, our breaths shared in total ecstasy.
Sothing... sothing about this sex was different than the others.
"Harder!" she gasped against my mouth.
As you wish!
I flipped us, pinning her beneath , then proceeding to pound her deep, our groins smashing hard.
The hammock rocked wildly, threatening to snap, with vines creaking. Her nails scraped my back, and her legs locked around my waist.
She soon ca again; harder this ti, with her pussy squirting passion spray and pulsing around , as a sharp cry muffled against my shoulder.
I followed seconds later, burying my face deep in her voluptuous chest, and spilling my offshoot inside her with long, throbbing pulses.
We stayed locked together, sweating, breathing ragged. Then I kissed her again, unhurried—forehead, cheeks, lips—until our hearts cald down.
When we parted, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But I’m still your first. Always."
"Obviously," I assured.
Minutes later, curled and satisfied, Sara rested her head on my chest.
"Our scouts returned today," she murmured drowsily. "They saw strange tracks beyond the borders. Clawed and burning. But it wasn’t another chira."
I tensed a bit. "What was it, then?"
She hesitated. "Old stories tell tales about them. Things that used to be sealed away long ago. So say horned ones out of fear of invoking them... But commonly, they are called demons."
Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud. The forest outside seed suddenly quieter after I heard the word "demon."
In my old world, they were sowhat story bound—at least, I have never seen or heard of one. But they were usually linked with malevolent exploits and activities.
Outside, the forest whispered, and for the first ti since arriving in this paradise, I felt the chill of sothing ancient stirring...
h. Whatever.
No matter what was coming, I’m sure we’d face it together.
***
The summons ca unexpectedly that morning. A mature attendant nad Marina appeared at the entrance to our treehouse, her expression polite but firm.
She wore the green-and-gold livery of the royal household, her dark hair braided tightly and posture straight as a spear.
"Queen Elara requests Sir Benjamin’s presence in the royal quarters," she said to Sara, bowing slightly. "There are matters of protocol to discuss before the summit."
The summit? What’s that about?
She continued, "Sara, you are also needed with the border scouts. Please, report to duty... There’s been unusual activities, as you should know."
Ah yes, I think Sara was the head of the border scout, or sothing.
Sara frowned, but nodded.
She abruptly pulled into a quick, fierce kiss before leaving.
"Behave," she whispered against my lips, eyes sparkling with that mix of love and possessiveness.
Right. She’d confessed the night before.
"H-Huh? When have I not behaved myself?" I blushed.
"Haha." She laughed and ruffled my hair, "Just make sure to co back to on ti."
I watched her descend the vine paths, then followed Marina up the winding paths to the heart of the Spire.
The royal quarters were higher than any other part of the village, woven into the crown of the colossal central oak.
Sunlight filtered through living leaves, turning the rays golden. Guards nodded as we passed, as Marina led through quieter corridors, away from the main hall.
"The Queen is currently occupied with preparations," she explained as we walked. "But the royal household runs on more than just the Queen’s word. The attendants and helpers keep everything moving. And many of them are young virgins, and... curious about the god-touched male."
So they weren’t with us during the Rites?
She stopped at a sunlit side chamber, opening the woven door to reveal a small group of won, about five in total, busy with tasks like polishing crystal lamps and arranging fresh flowers.
They looked up as I entered, eyes widening with a mix of shyness and excitent.
Marina smiled gently. "The Queen asked to ensure you are... properly welcod. These helpers rarely leave the upper levels. So a mont of your ti would an much."
I understood imdiately. It wasn’t a command, but a gentle request.
"You’re not joining them?" I turned to Marina, but she shook her head.
Was she like Lotus? Restraining herself from desires?
Anyway, I dived into the pool of beautiful young won. They all served the royal family tirelessly, their lives basically bound to the palace. A chance to share intimacy with the village’s only male was a rare gift, considering the males never stayed long.
I spent the next hour there.
It was tender and easy-going. Kisses shared on soft cushions, clothes shed slowly, bodies explored with quiet wonder.
They were eager but respectful, taking turns for the penetration, while others guided my hands to their mouths or thighs. My mouth was filled with different lips, with soft directions.
It was basically a wish-fulfilnt for all virgins I knew. So surreal.
I lost myself in giving them pleasure, the spanking sound of flesh hitting flesh, listening to their gasps and sighs, feeling the new bonds form between us like warm threads in my chest. They all drank my seed with both their upper mouth and lower mouth—thanks to [Infinite Stamina], that bastard, I could service them all.
As I gazed at the five won kneeling before , white rubbery substances on their faces, mouths, and breasts, I thought, "I’m so damn blessed, aren’t I?"
I also gathered a bunch of skills from them too; the system almost making nuts with the constant, endless notification.
Isn’t there an off switch or sothing? Or maybe a silent button?
Anyway, when it ended, they thanked with flushed cheeks and soft laughter, helping dress again. Marina led out with a knowing smile. "The Queen will be pleased."
...Sigh. I would like it if she opened up to too.
Not like I want to get under her legs or sothing. But it’d be too sad if she felt she didn’t deserve to be happy too.
Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait for her. Don’t want to be a burden or nuisance.
She guided deeper into the royal quarters, to a bright chamber overlooking the canopy. The door was open, and laughter spilled out.
Oh? Those are familiar voices.
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