I let her hold me there for a moment, her palms warm against my jaw, her thumbs tracing idle patterns over my cheekbones. The smile on her lips was soft, genuine, and it did something to my chest that I wasn't prepared for.
Even if I tried convincing myself I could do it. The real thing was still intense, but I definitely meant that in a good way.
"Faye," I murmured. "Kiss me."
"Okay..." she whispered back, and then she was the one pulling me in, rising onto her toes to press her mouth to mine.
This kiss was slower than the others, less frantic. She kissed me like she was learning me, her lips moving with a tentative reverence that made my stomach clench.
Her fingers slid into my hair, tangling in the strands, and she sighed against my mouth.
My hands found her waist again, thumbs brushing the bare skin just above the waistband of her thong.
She shivered at the contact, her hips tilting forward instinctively, and I felt the heat of her through the thin mesh, through my own skin.
I wasn't about to waste this time slacking off.
My hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her thong until I touched her directly. She was already wet—soaked, even—her arousal spilling down her inner thighs.
"You're so wet already."
"Of course I am. It's hard not to be when the man of my dreams is right in front of me."
I pushed a finger inside her. With how slick she was, there was no resistance, just the soft give of her body welcoming me. Her back arched at the sensation.
"Ahhh… your fingers, they're so big~!"
I pumped my fingers inside her, one hand gripping the back of her head to keep her eyes locked on mine. With each thrust, I watched her grow wetter, needier.
"I-I can't stand… ah~!"
Faye clutched at my arms, her knees buckling beneath her. But I held her up, forcing her to stay on her feet. Her eyes were glazed, her smile wide, delicious, and passionate.
"C-Cassian! I-I'm cumming~!"
I didn't stop. If anything, I pushed deeper, curling my fingers against that spot inside her that made her whole body seize up.
"Cum for me, Faye."
Her back bowed, a raw, broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. I felt it, the way her walls clenched around my fingers, the hot gush of her release flooding my palm and dripping down her thighs.
But she didn't just cum.
She squirted.
A sudden, forceful rush of liquid soaked my hand and dripped onto the floor between us. Her body convulsed, shaking violently as wave after wave of it pulsed out of her, her legs giving out completely.
But I was still holding her, helping her stand as her legs twitched and trembled from the orgasm
"O-Oh my god," she whimpered, her voice muffled against my skin. Her entire body trembled, twitching with every residual pulse of pleasure. "C-Cassian… I've never… that's never happened before…"
"You touched yourself before?"
Faye nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "The night you left me after we went shopping... I-I couldn't stop thinking about you, and before I knew it..."
Her words flipped a switch inside my brain. The fact that she had touched herself—the same night we bought that lingerie? There was no way I could hear that and stay composed.
"Can you stand on your own?" I asked, my voice taking on a sharper edge.
"Y-Yeah... why?"
The moment I let go of her, I moved to the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, taking my underwear with them.
And... it was not what I expected. I knew this body was built like an Adonis, but even the sheer size of what I revealed caught me off guard.
It was a full eight inches. No question about it, it was huge. I'd seen it before, back when I took a bath, but seeing it fully erect like this was something else entirely. And even back then, I'd already thought it was huge.
I saw the way Faye's eyes went wide, her gaze dropping to what I'd just freed, her lips parting on a sharp, shaky exhale.
"Oh," she breathed, and there was something in that single syllable, wonder, hunger, a flicker of nervousness that only made me harder.
She didn't look away.
"You're…" She swallowed, her throat working visibly. "That's…"
"Too much?" I asked, though I already knew her answer.
[Faye Amberlyne: Personality heavily shifted due to actions.]
She shook her head slowly, her eyes still fixed on me. "I-I want it..."
Even she couldn't believe what just left her mouth.
I stepped closer, and she didn't move back. Her chest was rising and falling faster now, the white mesh of her bra straining with each breath, her nipples dark and tight beneath the see-through fabric.
"Then look at me," I said.
Her gaze lifted, meeting mine. Her cheeks were flushed all the way to her ears, but there was no fear in her eyes. Just that same steady, adoring warmth, now mixed with something rawer.
"Touch it," I told her.
She didn't hesitate.
Her hand rose, trembling slightly, and her fingers wrapped around me. Her touch was soft, her thumb brushing over the tip where I was already slick. A small, curious moan escaped her.
"It's so warm," she whispered, almost to herself.
I watched her explore, watched her fingers trace the vein along the underside, watched her palm stroke from base to tip with a kind of reverent fascination. Every little movement sent sparks up my spine, but I held myself still.
This was better than every time I'd ever jerked off. Completely different. I couldn't believe it took me this long to experience something like this.
"Squeeze a little harder," I instructed.
She did, her grip tightening just enough to make my jaw clench.
"Like that?"
"Yeah. Just like that."
Encouraged, her strokes grew more confident.
"Faye," I said, and her eyes flicked up to mine immediately, eager, attentive. "On your knees."
The words hung in the air between us for a heartbeat.
Was I too straightforward?
And then she sank.
I guess not...
Slowly, gracefully, her knees pressed into the hardwood, and she settled back on her heels, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked up at me from there, her lips slightly parted, her eyes half-lidded and glistening.
This was definitely a new side of her...
The system didn't lie; her personality did shift. Even when it came to the original MC, she was never this submissive.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice soft, almost breathless.
"Yeah. Exactly like that."
I stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin. Her hands rose again, one wrapping around the base of me, the other resting lightly on my hip, steadying herself.
She didn't wait for more instructions.
Her tongue darted out first, a tentative, kittenish lick across the tip, tasting. Her brow furrowed slightly, like she was processing the sensation, and then she did it again, slower this time, her tongue flattening against me.
"Good girl," I murmured.
I never thought I'd actually say that. But it didn't feel as bad as I expected. This body really turned things I'd never actually do into reality.