Attacked [r18]

End Of Warm Up.

Something in Denny's groin revolted, stirring things inside of him. If he could guess correct, he would say it was some kind of a liquid struggling to find its way out. He was going to orga...

'Oh gods! Is this really how the legendary orgasm feels like?'

When he started trembling, as if Amellia knew what was happening... of course she knew. She was a creature of lust and a professional in that field of riding men to climaxes, after all... she hurried to rise to her feet, kneeled beside him and grabbed his still erect one-eyed-dragon that was trembling.

She stared at it in anticipation with longing and admiration, almost as if she was thirsty and the liquid threatening to come out of Denny's one eyed-dragon was the only thing she could drink to quench her thirst.

Still staring at it as if she was waiting for salvation, she licked her lips and pleaded, "Why don't you come? Please!"

Not long after, something sprouted out of the dragon's eye, shooting in the air like lava from an erupting volcano.

Amellia struggled to direct each and every droplet into her mouth, licking the little that had stuck at the dragon. Her gaze lingered on his one-eyed-dregon, her right hand squeezing it to get everything out. Then, she shifted her gaze on Denny, offering him a lustful smile.

"Boyfriend, don't you dare do this thing again. When you feel like erupting, my mouth is the only place to direct the delicious magma. You know, being somewhat a petite in this world is worse than being a criminal. Now that I have you, I need to get on Voluptuous level soon."

Denny who was still struggling to catch his breath just stared at her, his expression a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

Amellia was still talking.

"Can you help me erupt, too? Uh... If you don't mind of course."

Denny struggled to understand the meaning behind her suggestion, but then it dawned on him. She also wanted to reach an orgasm—a sign That Denny was still lacking in these matters.

'Oh gods! Am I even weak in the bed?'

As if Amellia knew what the sad expression on his face was, she filled and waved her hands in the air.

"No no! Boyfriend, you have did a great job. Considering it's your first and that the body needed a warm up, you are more incredible than most men I encountered before. It's only that I'm a creature of lust."

Denny thought she was trying to boost his courage. To don't let him feel weak. It was a pity. That's why a crazy idea slipped into his mind. He was no longer a virgin, not to mention he had lost his virginity to a succubus. What was there to fear?

He lifted himself off the ground, pushed Amellia to lie on her back, then thrust his fingers inside the hot honey pot. He knew parts of that organ and what were their function. That's why his focus was on the upper edge of the honey pot, rubbing it with high intensity.

This time, it was Amellia's turn to be confused.

"What are you... ah! uh! ah~~ ah! ah!"

Not longer after, Amellia trembled, a liquid as pristine as holy water splashing out with a tremendous pace. It was as if her honey pot had suddenly turned into a geyser.

He glanced at her with a snobbish look on his face and said, "You thought I'm a novice in this field? No! You've put me to a pro level, remember?"

Amellia gave him a weak smile and replied still struggling to catch her breath.

"I didn't see that coming!"

Denny chuckled.

"You better prepare yourself for lots of unseen oncomers then!"

She pouted her cherry lips as a child trying to throw a tantrum, but it was obvious she had liked this unexpected personality of Denny.

"I look forward to receiving them, Boyfriend."

With that, she unceremoniously fell to the ground, looking at the cave's ceiling with a satisfied expression.

"Boyfriend, give me a minute to catch my breath. You know, I haven't had an orgasm for quite a long time. It was 40 years ago when my ex-boyfriend became a king. Now he's a god."

Denny stared at the beauty sprawled on the white floor and shook his head when his little brother started waking up.

'Buddy, that's not right!'

He then rose to his feet unsure of what to reply at her words. It was obvious that she wanted to opened up and tell him about her past. She knew his, after all. But there was many things he needed to know first.

Knowing the nature of the world he was in right now was his first priority. About her past and her boyfriends, kings and gods he would have to know later.

However, he also didn't want to show her he was not interested in her past.

"It must really have been painful."

She sighed, but before she could say anything, Denny added, "What's your plan, Amellia? I mean, what are we going to do next?"

As he asked that, he took a few steady steps toward something that resembled a glass coffin. Apart from shards of ice which decorated the small cave here and there, that coffin was the only other thing around, then the rest of the cave was as white as if it was curved in a marble rock.

"We're going to push our way to the Dungeon of Desires, complete a few quests so you can charge power to return to earth in upcoming six hours."

Denny felt excited at his return on earth. What was going to be his life after becoming rich and handsome? Would he be a bully too?

Maybe a little.

With this, he didn't respond. He was also busy running his fingers over the glass coffin, trying to discern the meaning of the shape inside.

He would have asked Amellia, but it was not that had to understand. Inside, only ice could be seen, a shape that resembled a figure of a muscular guy curved into the ice.

"So, this is where my body was kept?"

'Why am I even asking? Isn't it obvious?'

The battle within him didn't take long to erupt.

'If course it's obvious. You should really ask something else. I mean, something important.'

Meanwhile, Amellia didn't mind answering him.

"Yeah! That's a..."

A loud bang that sent tremors vibrating inside the mable walls of the cave didn't allow her to finish her sentence.

Tensed, she rose to her feet shouting.

"We are under attack. Spiky Spiders are coming."

Denny blinked couple times, furrowing his brows at the unexpected turn of events. Quenching her lust, he could manage. However, fighting he did not know.

"You said it's only to come and see. I don't remember hearing fighting."

Collecting her dress from the marble ground, she corrected him.

"It's not fighting. It's protecting me. I mean, you can tell by looking at my body that I'm not a fighter, right?"

"Damn it!"

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