My body was stiff as a two-by-four with anxiety. Kneeling next to the couch I was laying down on, Lysandra’s hand was still under my blanket and firmly holding my stiff length through my sweatpants. Her threatening grip on my junk and the imperious way her glowing eyes stared at me made my heart race in my chest. “Your feelings appear to be honest and true, but to get a more thorough understanding of your passion and heart, I will fuck you,” she said seriously. “W-what?” Confusion joined my fear of her making me into a eunuch. “What I can discern through sensing one’s feelings is sometimes abstract. Sex gives far more insight.” “If that’s true, why didn’t you just fuck my brains out before threatening to rip my dick off?!” I asked incredulously. “If what I suspect of you is true, I’d feel too repulsed to bed you.” Frowning, her brow furrowed in consideration. “But, now I admit there’s a slim possibility I was too hasty with my judgment. “With your apparent sincerity, it wou

Only using one of her hands to jerk me off, there were long strokes of the delightful friction of Lysandra’s skin against my cock as she slid her soft grip up and down my length. The pleasure rippled through me and I silently offered Nikki thankful prayers. There’d been some fucked up things since coming to this plane, but stuff like this was well worth it. I relaxed on the couch as the angelic woman knelt between my legs and jerked me off.. She kneeled between my legs, watching me through amused, glowing eyes, Her wings shifted behind her and she let out a musical chuckle as she continued her slow, manual pleasuring of my length. My eyes caught on her vibrant, scarlet wings at the slight movement. Since I met her, I’d been fascinated by the angelic aesthetic she put out, but before now I’d been unsure about seeing if I could touch her wings, certainly more than when I’d asked to feel her ass. But with her currently jerking me off, it was a simple thing to not resist my desire to

Just like last time, Lysandra didn’t budge when I gripped the back of her head by her hair and tried to push her mouth down towards my cock. She only continued to kneel between my legs, firmly gripping me by the base and smiling smugly at my efforts. “I like this dominant streak,” she said, voice filled with notes of lust. “It’s cute..” A groan of frustration and pleasure escaped me as she agonizingly slowly slid her hand up my shaft before brushing a thumb across the tip of my currently very sensitive tip. I released her auburn locks and gripped the arm of the couch, squeezing it against the jagged pulses of sensation. “You’re worse than Saelia… Teasing me like this.” My mind blurred with pleasure as I searched for ways in which I could turn myself on and build my orgasm. She smiled up at me and her scarlet wings rustled behind her. I guess they do that when she’s excited or mad… kind of like a tail or something? She brushed her thumb over the tip of my cock again and my bod

Saelia, Lysandra, and I hiked through the Forest of Embers towards the flame kroll encampment. The warden and I were in our usual outfits, she in her black coat, pants and white button-up, me in my cloak and armor. Our third companion on the other hand had stayed in her dark summer dress and hadn’t bothered even to put on shoes. “Doesn’t it hurt to hike around without shoes?” I asked the angelic woman. “If anything in this portion of the forest can pierce my skin let alone harm my feet, it would be humiliating.” “Does that have to do with you being a demi-empyrean?” “No, in this case my fate aspect is responsible.” “Lysandra’s of the knight fate aspect, Bryan,” Saelia said. It grants her body more durability, strength, and endurance as her spirit grows larger. With her level of power, she would be rightly embarrassed if stepping on a thorn caused her any discomfort.” “Oh, that’s awesome!” I looked at Lysandra, excitement brewing in my eyes. “What divine aspect do you have?” “I

“And that makes five…” I said. I crouched in a small clearing of flame-colored grass near the flame kroll village. My chest welled up with satisfaction as I looked at the splintered trunk of the tree my most recent creation had destroyed. I’d had to tinker until late afternoon to figure out how to make five fairly complicated traps using my magic, but it had totally been worth it. Saelia and Lysandra lounged on a nearby couch I’d conjured for them. As I’d experimented, they’d made out, taken a nap, offered suggestions about what I should make, and bickered. The warden leaned back and absently stroked one of Lysandra’s wings. “How much spirit will you have left after making that one?” “With all the current items I’ve had to imbue to keep around, making these five traps leaves me with a little over ninety spirit left.” “That’s not much left over…” “Yeah, the spirit I gained from the torchboars and flame krolls didn’t boost my maximum as much as I’d hoped. But does it really