The air between us crackled, our breaths misting as they mingled – steam meeting steam, a tangible friction in the space between our bodies. I unzipped my trousers, a little too quickly maybe, and let it hang free. It sprang to life like a coiled rod snapping to attention.
I'd measured myself before – seven inches, dead on. Enough to find any secret spot this body could offer: the G, the F, maybe even that mythical S-spot, if that was even a real thing. But what was staring back at me now… well, it was something else entirely. My cock looked longer, thicker. At least three inches more than usual, I'd swear it.
Her eyes were locked onto it, a fierce, hungry look. She licked her lips slowly as I shifted her legs higher. I nudged the tip forward, trying to slide in, or at least thinking that's what I was trying to do.
'Huh. This is the part where it usually just… goes in. In the movies, anyway.'
My awkward fumbling earned me a soft, almost musical chuckle.
"All that swagger about making me beg, and you don't even know where to start?" she purred.
I swallowed, a hot wave of shame washing over me.
"Here, let me… let me help you."
Her fingers, cool at first, wrapped around me. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through my nerves. I almost yelped, but bit it back. She guided me with that impossibly soft, teasing touch until I felt it – a slick, welcoming heat that seemed to pull me in. Instinct took over then. I pushed deeper, the tightness around me yielding, then blooming into a molten, full embrace.
She gasped, her head snapping back, hands gripping my shirt. "Fuck! Gently, otherworlder! I want nirvana, not death!"
But stopping was the furthest thing from my mind. The heat swallowed me whole. Her body pulsed around my length, every inch of me suddenly alive with sensation.
"Ahh—damn, ge—gent—"
I tuned her out, lost in the rhythm. My hips started to move, grinding, my body pressing forward. Each thrust drew a different sound from her throat. Her moans came in waves, building and breaking with every stroke.
I found a pace that felt… divine. Cupping her breast, I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I picked up speed.
She moaned again, biting her lower lip, her eyes glistening, brows furrowed as if she were wrestling with the pleasure overwhelming her.
"What is this nirvana you keep talking about?" I managed between breaths, still deep inside her. "Back home, it's not exactly supposed to be reached… like this."
She gasped through her words. "Ahhn—yes, there—ahh, fuck! I'll tell you when we're done, just—keep hitting it there!"
Her voice was cracking, her thoughts dissolving into pure sound.
'Guess it's a bit hard to form coherent sentences right now. Let's just finish this properly, then.'
Summoner's Touch might be useless on her – she wasn't my summon, after all – but my other two traits were clearly working overtime. The tireless stamina, and, well, a dick size perfectly tailored for her… unique needs. This body, molded for pleasure, it was all coming alive now.
I upped the pace, fucking her hard, making absolutely sure every thrust landed deep against that sweet spot inside her.
Her cries grew louder, rougher. Her face twisted, beautiful in its ecstasy, as she clung to me, pulling me closer. Her legs locked around my waist, drawing me in until our skin was slick and fused, radiating heat.
Her nails dug into my back; her lips crushed mine. I could feel her trembling, her tongue against mine as her moans turned guttural, broken.
"Fuck—fuck—yes—YES! Oh heavens—this feels different! THIS IS IT!"
Her whole body convulsed in my arms. I held her tight, thrusting harder, faster, instinct screaming at me not to stop. Her legs straightened, toes curling, every muscle tensing as pleasure tore through her.
Then, something started to stir inside me. A thrumming charge, like electricity pounding against the base of my cock with every single thrust. The sensation only intensified. Her slick, molten heat seemed to massage pure pleasure out of me, coaxing it from my body in waves.
As a man well-versed in the fine art of self-release, I knew that feeling. It was time to pull out. But before I could even think about it, her trembling legs shot up and locked tight around my waist, refusing to let go.
One last thrust – and a sudden, violent jolt ripped through me. A blinding surge of electricity flooded my veins, my body shuddering violently, perfectly in sync with hers, as though our pulses had somehow merged.
[System Notice: Yin and Yang Spirit Energy has perfectly harmonized.]
[Threshold surpassed: The River of Essence from the Spirit Realm has opened.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Your Spirit Essence has increased beyond limits.]
[Attribute Proficiency has increased]
[Attribute Perfect Fit has increased to level 2]
[Attribute Proficiency has increased]
[Attribute Infinite Vitality has increased to level 2]
We both collapsed against each other, panting. My face rested on her soft, pointed breasts, the midsized curves rising and falling as her heart hammered a frantic rhythm beneath my cheek.
She stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide and unfocused, murmuring, "I did it… I did it… I did it." Each repetition grew louder, more breathless, as if she were only just beginning to grasp what she'd accomplished.
I rolled off her, catching my breath, and the sheer weight of it all slammed into me. I'd just slept with a nurse I knew absolutely nothing about. Not her name, not her age, not even if she was some kind of weapon sent specifically against me. If she decided to twist this, to claim I'd forced her… well, the Kingdom would have my head.
'Fucked. Literally and figuratively.'
Still, something inside me whispered that she wouldn't do that.
I scrambled to pull my clothes back on. She did the same, though her gaze lingered on me as I stood. The silence between us thickened, the heavy kind that hums with too much memory.
She looked… flustered. Half embarrassed, half intrigued, her eyes darting down.
'Why does it feel like she's looking at my—'
I glanced down. My mountain hadn't calmed. Not even a little bit.
When I looked back up, her expression had shifted again – something darker now, glimmering behind that mature, sultry calm.
"If you want…" she murmured, her voice low and honeyed. "I can use my mouth and we can go again. One can never get tired of reaching nirvana."