Illiote Namir
patreon
Chapter 96: To Be Satisfied
🕑 Added 2023-07-23 09:38:22 +0000 UTCSeeing her composed demeanor and complexion, Venelana realized that she must have been mistaken.
"Haah..."
But more importantly, what on earth had happened to me? The heat wouldn't subside. There was no feeling of lethargy or chills. If anything, it felt like her entire body was submerged in warm water. Among all of it, the heat in her lower abdomen was particularly unique, tracing a path like licking its way around.
Moreover, the heat wasn't constant; it amplified capriciously.
"Mmm, ah..."
Venelana jerked her back.
This was definitely something she couldn't overlook. Sweeping aside the sheets Grayfia had put on her, Venelana lifted up her skirt. Uncharacteristically flustered, she quickly grabbed her panties and pulled them aside, then without any hesitation, Venelana ran her finger along her vaginal entrance.
"Mmnh..."
A low, undignified sound escaped her lips. Without even the composure to be surprised by the voice she had never made before, Venelana scratched at her vaginal entrance with her finger. With just that, her feminine juices gushed out, assisting her in self-pleasure.
What on earth am I doing?
Suddenly, Venelana regained her sanity. Grayfia had ensured privacy, and no one would approach her room. The soundproofing in each room, especially the bedroom, was impeccable, so even if she were to raise her voice loudly, no one would hear her.
It was for a nighttime tryst.
"Ah...!?"
Her thoughts wandered, and Venelana recalled her intimacy with Zeoticus. Not the recent one, but the time when he passionately thrust himself into her. Skin against skin, mingling their fluids, and the joy she felt when he filled her with his seed.
In the room where she was currently suffering from the fever, the genetic material of a male had once flowed inside like muddy liquid. The smelly source of life that surged and pounded, trying to root itself within her.
She desired it.
Venelana's index and middle fingers sank into her vaginal entrance.
Squish, squelch.
Making swallowing noises, her fingers went inside.
She desired a male dick more and more.
Her vaginal entrance tightened around her fingers, entangling them. The vaginal folds sensed the intrusion and tickled her fingers, but as if disappointed with their identity, the movements subsided. It seemed she had expected something thicker, a male organ filled with reproductive power. Unfortunately, such a thing wasn't there.
That's why she wanted it desperately.
Her uterus descended on its own. As if yearning for the glans, it tried to suck it in, drink the semen greedily. Unlike the vaginal folds, her uterus seemed to have lost its reason, as it eagerly tried to close the distance with the finger despite knowing that it was just a finger.
Her uterus provided Venelana with a sense of intoxication and pleasure, and encouraged her to engage in even more indulgent self-pleasure.
"Mm, ah, ahh, oh, hi, oh, ooh..."
Bending her knees and pushing the soles of both feet against the bed, she opened her legs widely. Revealing her mommy pussy to the nonexistent male, she assumed a position for him to penetrate her while she explored her own depths with her fingers. While doing so, Venelana indulged in delusions about the partner who would violate her.
At first, it was the young Zeoticus.
However, gradually, that image started to crumble.
The figure of Zeoticus collapsed and transformed. What should she do? What kind of man did she desire? In her delusional state, it wouldn't be infidelity. With her rational thinking impaired, Venelana let her mouth slacken and created an ideal man in her mind.
And thus, one man was born in her imagination.
His slightly long hair was golden. His sharp eyes and cold smile suited his villainous appearance. He had a robust build, and the sense of security she felt when embraced by him surpassed that of Zeoticus. The treasure he possessed was incomparable to Zeoticus as well, both in thickness and length. His jawline curved attractively, mercilessly scraping against her soft vaginal flesh. He could easily penetrate places that even Zeoticus had never reached, and leave his scent imprinted on her.
