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Chapter 218: The nymph queen
🕑 Added 2024-03-14 14:00:05 +0000 UTCMason wasn't sure how long he held Eve in his lap, but when he started noticing his surroundings again he saw the ice had nearly all melted.
"You work fast," he said, gesturing at the dripping green walls with his chin. The beautiful, maybe mid 30’s appearing woman shook with a chuckle.
"Not fast enough. It will take months, maybe years to renew what was lost. Much of me is still frozen."
Mason shook his head. He wanted to say it was weird talking to a tree-avatar, but since he was a druid he figured it would seem weirder to Eve that he found it weird.
He shifted slightly, getting more and more aware Eve was rather comfortably in his lap and not making any attempt to move.
As he shifted, she turned to face him squarely, extending both long legs, straddling him like a lover. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her eyes moving up and down his face and body as she briefly picked at some of his transformations.
Mostly Mason was trying to figure out what to do with his hands when Eve leaned forward and inhaled, closing her eyes.
"You have met the daughters of Gaia," she said, running a finger over Mason's cheek.
"I have," he agreed, most of his attention now waging war against his erection.
"Many were born here, in my image," Eve said smiling. "In a way, you might call me their... inspiration. Maybe even their queen."
Now that she said it, she did bear a striking resemblance to Thea and Calypsa—like a combination of the two. She had Calypsa's sharper facial features, the strong posture and almost regal bearing. But she also had Thea's warmth and curves...
Eve leaned forward and put her lips to Mason's ear, squirming slightly in his lap. He began to lose his battle.
"You have the power to speed my recovery," she whispered, then bit her lip as she nestled her face against his. "You've done so much already. And I have no right, but, can I ask my savior for just one more favor?"
Mason didn't bother playing coy. He could almost hear Cerebus telling him to take whatever he wished, to be like the tiger or the bear. To rule like a king without shame.
Eve was unearthly beautiful. She was wrapped around him and hungry for him. She also didn't seem to care for one second that he was half transformed into something monstrous. And nearly dying always gave him a lust for life...
* * *
Mason's eyes drifted over Eve's ragged, leafy clothes. A t-shirt and shorts might have been the closest comparison, though they were far tighter and skin-like in texture. The woman had also just woken up from maybe a thousand years of sleep.
But there wasn't much mistaking what she wanted.
"Here? Now?" Mason asked. He didn't bother pointing out he was covered in blood and only God knew what kinds of insect ooze. Not to mention he was trying not to accidentally stick his arm-bone-spear into something.
Eve smiled and stood, pulling Mason's hand.
"My pool is thawed," she said. "And you've more than earned the privilege."
Mason followed, eyes locked on the sway of Eve's hips, her eager eyes when she turned back to smile at him. For a moment there was no settlement, no other women, no endangered brother or synthetic God.
She walked him through a thick mist, then stepped into a steaming pool still surrounded by snow, like some icelandic hot spring. As she did she simply pulled her clothing apart like paper.
"Join me," she said as she turned, exposing her toned, pale body, her large and now floating breasts. Mason didn't hesitate.
He took off what was left of his shredded clothes, then shivered at the warmth of the water. Step by step he went to a waiting Eve, who pulled him close and kissed him without another word.
Mason feared he'd hardly be able to feel her touch with all his changes. But he was soon lost in her soft lips, and with every passing second he sensed the heat all around him, the 'nymph queen' pressed against his chest.
When he opened his eyes he realized his skin was normal. He looked down to see his body was returning very rapidly, the feeling strange but not unpleasant.
"There you are, my champion," Eve soothed. “And so young. How can it be possible?” A single tear ran down her cheek as she ran her hands over Mason's chest. "Did I...hurt you? Before...?"
"I'm not easy to hurt," Mason said, intoxicated by her softness, her concern. He felt adored, which was a heady enough potion on its own, but by a creature like this? He could sense her magic growing stronger with every moment, tingling as she touched him, pure life filling his senses.
"You should stay with me," she said, a hand drifting down his stomach. "I sense your hunger, your inexperience. Yet you are filled with such power already. I could teach you to wield it. I could teach you so many things."
"One day," Mason said, knowing if he'd been single and not responsible for so many lives, he'd have been utterly unable to resist. "I have obligations. We only have a little time."
He kissed her and held her more roughly than he intended, concerned for a moment she might still be weak and he might hurt her. She shook with a little laughter against his lips, then pulled back with half lidded eyes as she slid her fingers around his manhood.
"You can't harm me, champion. At least nothing that will last." She stroked him and moaned as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. "I want all your roughness. All your strength. I want it inside me..."
She didn't quite finish the thought before Mason's tongue was in her mouth. He gripped her ass with both hands, giving her just enough space between them to keep stroking him. He groaned at the feel of the warmth and the magic, of this beautiful woman working him with both hands and sucking his tongue.
But he wanted more. He intended to give her everything she wanted, but first he wanted to be calm, to relax, and enjoy his reward. The pool had many seats and steps, and he pulled her with him as he sat far enough out for his erection to be exposed, then pulled Eve on top of his lap on her knees.
"I liked you there," he said, sliding his fingers between her legs to find a hairless sex more than ready. Before Eve had a chance to respond, he lined her up and and pushed the tip of his cock inside.
She practically froze in place, incredibly tight despite her wetness. She shivered as she slid inch by incredible inch down his shaft, gasping slightly and pausing as she went.
"It's been...a very, very long time," she muttered, clutching his hair as she worked him deeper.
Mason didn't mind in the slightest. Quite the opposite. He just watched her doing everything she could to fill herself with his hardness, his hands again on her ass, leaning forward to take turns sucking on her nipples.
She felt and tasted incredible, her body responsive and eager. When she finally reached the bottom, she sighed and pressed herself against him, motionless with him buried to the hilt as she kissed his forehead.
"Do I please you?" she whispered as Mason put his head back and closed his eyes.
"You know you do." He sighed, resisting the urge to start thrusting.
"I am yours, however you wish," she said, hands on his face. "You need not ask. The answer is always yes."
Mason opened his eyes to meet hers. Her words and body and probably magic were turning his dick to concrete, but he wanted to see her ride him. He helped her move with his hands, showing her what he wanted. Her silky wetness slid up and down his shaft, and soon he was laying back again as she took over.
It wasn't like with the nymphs.
With them he felt...affection, and lust of course, but not much more. With Eve…he had seen her mind, her past. Even if he knew it was all some construct plucked from the database of a God, she existed. She had thoughts and feelings. So what the hell was she if she wasn't 'real'?
Mason let his mind drift as Eve rode his cock in the warm water. She seemed lost in the moment too, a smile fighting to replace the open mouthed moans, a glowing sheen of sweat on her glistening body.
He soon gave up any thought of swapping positions. He just explored her body with his hands, letting her move until her breaths came faster as she ran her hands through her hair and ground her hips into him.
Then she was panting and riding him at full speed, gripping his cock until she stopped and shook with orgasm. Mason was still on the edge.
"Keep riding," he ordered, and Eve fought through her own pleasure to obey. Her pale skin was flushed red, her pussy dripping down his shaft. He just watched, still unmoving, wanting her to give him the release on her own.
He slapped her ass red in encouragement, groaning in relief as she worked him over the top. When he finally started to cum she leaned her tits in his face and twerked on top of him. He gripped her ass and exploded deep inside her, feeling her whole body seize up and shudder at the sensation.
He was reminded, then, she was some kind of nymph queen, desperate for the magic in his body. She rode him until he'd drained every drop inside her, and then a little more. When he was finished she slowly eased him out, dropping to her knees to suck him absolutely dry.
"Jesus," he said, hardly able to stand it as she worked him, his hands on his face. "I'll make more, you know."
Eve giggled and trailed kisses all over his cock, finally laying her head in his lap with a sigh.
"I'll want that, too."
Mason looked down at the goddess still playing with his dick like a toy, and vaguely remembered a life of kinesiology classes and quiet evenings alone. But only vaguely.
Comments
Kim-Jong-Jesus
At this point u might as well make a gag power/skill for hot nymphs in your area
