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Head tilted back, the widow props herself on her hands, pressing her palms on my abs. She must like the feel of me— these hard muscles I now have. Women had never leaned on me like this in my original body.Captivated by her rhythmic up and down movements, my breathing grows deep and fast, matching her every ascending and descending motion. My focus wavers between the incredibly warm feeling of her walls arousing every nerve ending on my cock and her flawless tits enticing me to feel them the more she arches her back. Completely bewitched, I reach out, and my palms cage the two alluring mounds, the nipples hardening as I ensnare them between my knuckles. Her cry of pleasure drives me to the edge, but right when I am about to explode inside her, she drops over my chest. Her breathing is swift and shallow, her body shuddering in a flood of sensations.“I’m not done yet, you know,” I whisper, tucking away a strand of her hair behind her ear before seizing her hips. With a fierce grip,
Squeezing tits as if they were stress balls and grinding my dick against juicy asses— the world is mine every time I dream. I've been having vivid dreams ever since I learned what makes my dick tick. This night is no different. As the sunlight creeps through the window and my fluttering eyelids, my sweet fantasy doesn’t fade away as expected. Instead, the experience intensifies as I focus on the body next to me. The widow’s nipple is almost hard enough to stab my palm, no need to mention my dick is stiff as well between her buttcheeks. Oh, there is no better way to start a day than this! "Good morning," I mumble as I kiss her neck. The widow moans softly and stretches, making my cock twitch in response. My hands find her hips, stroking them gently. “I see your vigor has returned,” she whispers. “My vigor was never the problem. You are the only problem I have to worry about right now.” My hand moves from her hip toward her inner thigh, searching for her sweet spot. “Tell me, Nao
Trying to play the hard part of being the dutiful blacksmith’s apprentice, here I stand next to the anvil with my facial muscles all tensed up, my eyes moving up and down following the hammer in motion as it falls upon the heated iron.All I can think of is that I don’t want to hit my fingers so I guess I’m pretty tense. Let’s just say that having a blacksmith’s memories doesn’t actually make you a blacksmith. Just as if someone were to have my memories, it wouldn’t make them the sex god I am. Of course, because David McConnell is one of a kind, in any universe he’s in. [Do you really want to make me barf? Your thoughts are obnoxious]Good! I was just about to start thinking of you.[...]No, no! Nothing obnoxious about you, you’re the best system ever![What do you want?]Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering what do you know about this world, Zhenaria.[Zhenaria is the country you’re in, named as such after the ruling dynasty, the Zhen dynasty. And Kerenza is the name of the wor
Huffing out an annoyed sigh, I enter the smithy. The hot bread is still whole as I toss it over the table where Aslan and I usually eat together. A small note comes flying out of the paper wrapper and lands in front of me.Resembling the handwriting of a toddler, it reads: “Meet me in three days' time at the haunted mill beyond the graveyard. Don’t eat. I’m bringing dinner.”A baker doesn’t have time to exercise writing and calligraphy. I’m amazed she can write, but I guess it’s important for her to be able to read recipes. Moving my fingers over the note, I frown, remembering I acted like a fool in front of her. When faced with her presence, I was unlike my usual self and acted like a shy boy instead. Wrenn’s memories and feelings might impact me more than I think.When I tried to say something, my words failed me. Wrenn has had a huge crush on this baker for a long time, but never had the courage to ask her out. His jitters seem to pass onto me. She’d given me the bread, and I nod
Darkness has settled as I scour cave after cave. Night or day, it makes no difference here in the gloomy depths of the earth, through stony passages and narrow, twisting tunnels. The only light comes from the candle lamp I’ve brought.As I place the lamp next to an obsidian deposit, I’m happy with my choice in lighting. Torches are very useful in the darkness, but it’s hard to use a pickaxe while holding one of the damn things.I strike the obsidian vein, the pickaxe ringing through the caverns and echoing off the walls. Every swing sends a shock wave throughout my body. However, I remain steadfast and unyielding, committed and intent. I continue to chip away at the obsidian until I have a sizable chunk of the precious ore. With my prize in hand, I grin with satisfaction. My job is half done.After shoving the obsidian into the giant leather backpack, I pull out and enjoy a small snack Aslan prepared for me. As I lean down to pick up my lamp to get ready to leave, I see something c
Everyone turns to me, the men’s faces a bit hilarious as they struggle to see me through the dark. If I weren't so petrified of what is looming ahead, I could laugh.When they reach into my hiding spot to drag me out, I scream internally as I pointlessly struggle to break free from their grip. System, where the fuck are you? I need you now! Stop the radio silence bullshit!They take my trusty pickaxe and throw it away near the entrance to the cave. Still holding tight the backpack containing my precious materials, I’m huddled between the three thugs as they easily get me to kneel in front of their boss lady. She crosses her legs and looks down at me, mindlessly playing with a pair of daggers. Her fingers move deftly as if she has been well-trained in the art of combat. She expertly wields the two blades in a deadly dance, grace and beauty to the way the daggers shift in the air as if they are an extension of her body. I hold her gaze for a second before my eyes— totally ignoring t
Choosing daggers to fight against swords might not be the wisest choice, but Bree’s speed and reflexes are so sharp that I can easily see her winning any fight. Her blades flash as she fends off the two men's strikes with poise and precision. I remain in my current position, my eyes transfixed on the brawl with intense interest. Dodging a horizontal slash, she leans backward, her backbone forming a perfect arc; slender and curved. Her chest pushes out and up, exposing the perfect tits pointing toward the ceiling as the sides of her bra slide down along her sides. Bree jumps to her left, letting the men’s swords fly past her. Strands of her black hair fall onto her face as she pivots, her hips swaying in a seductive manner.One of the bandits deflects her retaliatory blows with his blade, catching her wrist, while the other man applies a kick to the back of her knee to knock her off balance. She grunts in pain and rolls away, my breath hitching in my throat as my stomach knots anxi
My mind goes blank as I watch her approach me. Am I really going to die? [....][Just pick the +1 life if you’re so scared. Why in the world am I always given the worst users in the Multiverse?]Fine. I choose the +1 life reward. [Reward granted]Without a word, Bree pushes the tip of her dagger against my throat and then slides it up and down. My heart beats wildly in my chest when the cold steel ventures downward, tracing a line across my chest as it cuts through my shirt. I wait for the pain to come, but it doesn’t. And when I look up into Bree’s eyes, I notice her eyes are glazed over as she stares at my bare chest. Desire flickers in her gaze as fascination replaces her earlier fury. Oh, my, how tables have turned. A grin of satisfaction dies before having the chance to bloom on my face. The gag is too tight for my lips to form a smile. “You’ve seen my men. I’m not picky as long as they’re eager to please me,” she says as her blade reaches my navel. “When the nights are cold