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"Ready for round two?" I ask my sexual partner, after waiting a few seconds for her to recover.
"Yes. More than ready," says Melisa, but she doesn't look at me as she speaks, her face flushed; instead, her gaze is fixed on the small crowd that has gathered on the edge of town.
A crowd that is surely watching us with rapt attention.
"Hey! I want your attention too. They're just spectators. We're the actors in this play, aren't we? Wouldn't it be bad acting to focus only on the audience?" I say mockingly, pretending to be a little annoyed, as I give her a gentle tap on the forehead.
However, despite my words, the farmer's attitude has just given me an idea about how we could continue with this show.
"Sorry, you're right," says Melissa, with an embarrassed smile, as she turns her gaze toward me.
'If she likes watching her audience so much while we're doing it...
Well, I'm going to make sure she can only see them for a while.'
"That's better. Now that I have your attention again, let's try a different position..." I say as I move my arms to turn Melisa's body in the air so that she is now facing away from me.
The movement causes our private parts to separate momentarily, but I have no intention of letting that last long.
"... Lean your upper body forward..."
Following my words, Melisa does as I say, so now she can't help but look at the ground beneath us.
"... Didn't you want to see your audience? Well, now you'll see them perfectly while we do it."
Then I move my hands to her hips, and after repositioning my meat spear right at the entrance to her cavern, I begin again to generate friction inside the farmer, which causes me to hear her moans once more.
'I guess no one has ever had sex this way before...
That gives me the right to name this position...
Hmm, I think I'll call it the flying doggy style.'
"I-ghah... nevhaa... haah!"
For a moment, Melissa seems to want to say something as I move.
But she ends up giving up because she is so pleased with this new position that she can't articulate the words properly between her moans.
As I move, I can feel her insides squeezing me constantly, as if she wants to squeeze every last drop of semen out of my balls.
Once again, the situation we're in complicates things a bit, as we can only find support in each other's bodies.
That's why in this position Melisa has nothing to lean on, as her arms and legs hang from her body towards the floor.
So almost all the effort falls completely on me.
That's why I combine the movement of my hips and arms as best I can so that the feeling of pleasure begins to rapidly build again in both of us.
My hands cling tightly to her hips, while I put all the energy that my Sex Mode Profile allows me to use into my movements, eliciting constant moans of pleasure from my partner.
As I move, thin layers of sweat have begun to envelop my body, allowing me to fully feel every little breeze of fresh air.
After a few minutes, Melisa tries to say something again between her moans.
This time with a little more success.
"Ehmirrr, I ahmmm... soh! So clohh... Close"
"So soon? It seems... that this really turns you on," I say, my breathing slightly agitated by the physical effort.
Even though this was my idea, the fact that Melisa is so turned on by the gaze of strangers begins to irritate me slightly.
I'm still quite far from my release, but judging by what I'm feeling through our physical connection, Melisa isn't willing to wait.
Then I see the farmer clench her fingers and toes as strong shivers run through her entire body.
But this time I'm not willing to wait for her to recover from her orgasm, so, with my penis still deeply embedded inside her, I take advantage of my grip on her hips to start turning her body 180 degrees.
"What are you...? Wait, Emir, I'm still so sensitive," Melisa says breathlessly in protest, but I don't pay the slightest attention to her.
'Now she won't be able to look at anyone but me while we do it...
Well...
I guess she could also look at Arya...
But I don't think she'll pay much attention to her.'
All this time, the elf has been watching us with a disapproving look, but she still diligently continues her task of keeping the Wind Brazier and the three of us in the air.
The crowd on the edge of the city continues to grow by the minute, and now every so often a lone arrow comes very close to where we are, obviously shot by some envious person.
But the elf constantly moves us in the air to dodge the occasional projectiles, without me having to say anything about it.
As I turn Melissa around, for a moment, the fleeting thought crosses my mind to spin her more and more, taking advantage of the freedom this situation gives us.
But then it occurs to me that this would probably make her dizzy, so I dismiss the idea.
"You know, I've gotten a little jealous of all the attention you were giving those onlookers down there," I say to tease her a little.
"I didn't..." she begins to say.
But I don't let her finish the sentence, because then I quickly lean over her, hug her tightly against my sweaty body, and resume my hip movements.
This time, I activate the Agility Profile for short periods of time to delay my release while Melisa receives small bursts of violent stimulation.
In this position, our weightlessness does not affect our freedom of movement in the slightest, so we can both be much more creative with our actions.
At first, Melisa is so surprised by this new type of assault that she can barely moan as she stares at me open-mouthed.
But after a few moments, she manages to acclimatize a little to this new irregular rhythm.
Then her arms and legs move to wrap around my body, after which she also begins to move her hips, trying to match her movements with mine.
As our bodies are so connected, while I move, I can feel Melisa climaxing several times in my arms.
Each time the event happens, her movements stop for a few seconds, but somehow she recovers surprisingly quickly, after which she resumes her efforts to try to move at my pace.
"I - I love you, Emir," Melisa says in an exhausted voice as she looks at me with a fervent gaze of adoration that leaves me momentarily stunned.
After her words, our mouths meet in a furious kiss, savoring the slight saltiness of our sweat, while we continue to give each other pleasure.
The sight of the beautiful woman beneath me, giving her all to please me, is intoxicating.
So much so that waves of pleasure begin to build rapidly inside me, while a hitherto unknown primitive feeling urges me to impregnate Melisa with my seed.
After a few seconds, the sensation is too strong to resist any longer.
*Splurt Splurt Splurt Splurt*
Wave after wave of hot semen floods deep into the seductive farmer, painting her insides white.
Noticing my release, Melisa's hips press tightly against mine as she redoubles the strength of her legs' grip around my waist.
However, she is having some difficulty controlling her movements, as I can tell from her trembling body that she has also climaxed one last time upon sensing my release.
"I love you too, sweetheart..." I whisper as we finally separate our mouths, the cool twilight breeze filtering between our sweaty bodies.
"... Ready to go home?"
"Yes, darling."