Chapter 4 - Part 25 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Pulled out of her trance, Brittany squirmed as she used both hands to grip Helania's forearm, her fingers turning white while attempting to escape the vice-like grip of the Floor Protector.

Helania's mind was in a fog. Her body hungered after tasting the fluid of her Master, and any civilized behavior was ripped out to be replaced with burning primal carnal desire. Though her existence hadn't been long, she felt like someone who had traveled through an endless desert under the blistering sun without water, and now she'd seen through the haze signs of life. The air was filled with irresistible moisture, and she'd not let anything stand between her and salvation.

A snarl escaped her mouth as she pulled Brittany off the erect engorged pulsating monolith. Her eyes gazed at the source of her passion, her ears not hearing the flood of venomous curses hurled at her by the shrieking infuriated maid.

Mounting her Master, Helania leaked overflowing amounts of viscous vaginal juices onto the steaming rod, which would soon pierce into her. She took quick short breaths while lowering herself, hearing the blood pounding and coursing through her body as it prepared to receive the gift. An enormous smile split her face as she fantasized about herself being spread open as it penetrated deep inside her.

"Yes, Master," Helania tousled her hair with one hand, dominated by the feeling of pleasure as her Master entered her welcoming embrace. A long moan drifted out of her mouth as her lips grazed the head of the monolith, gradually moving them aside the lower she moved her lower body. The undulating wall proceeded to envelop the pulsating rod as it slid past the slippery flesh.

Helania felt torn between plunging her Master into her and allowing herself to savor the slow pleasure.

She moved her hand down from her hair, sliding across a slick face -- burning from the fire within. Sticking out her tongue, Helania licked her fingers as she felt herself being gored. Her mind was a hurricane of emotions, having been so long since the last time she was able to partake in his love. Gasps escaped her throat, words being inadequate to express the joy she felt the deeper she felt it enter her.

Sitting on her Master, feeling his entire length inside her, Helania couldn't help but take a moment to relish the sensation.

Uncontrolled, rebelling against her wishes and desiring more of the water of life, Helania's hips gradually began grinding forward and backward. Each thrust of her Master inside her making her gasp and moan, her skin feeling alive like never before. Each time her hands touched her skin, waves of emotions rippled out.

Moving both hands, Helania began to squeeze her breasts as though she would spray milk from them. The sensation, an eruption of adoration and lust -- multiplied by how she thirsted for her Master. "Master, please," sucking in air through an open mouth, her sight obscured by a wondrous sight as though she stared at a sea of stars.

Reality flowed differently as Helania continually thrust her hips while riding on top of her Creator. She felt as though she were merging with a river of consciousness, never before experienced by her. Images floated into her thoughts, countless worlds, some peaceful while others overwhelmed with conflict. She saw cities below the ground, marvels beyond anything in their current world.

Tears streamed down her joyous face as she continually implored to feel her Master on her body.

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Han opened his eyes, waking up from the passionate night they had experienced. Moving his left hand to rub his eyes, he realized that something restrained his ability to move. Trying the other hand, the same feeling was felt.

As his brain slowly woke up, there was pressure felt on top of him. Breathing in the floral scent, Han couldn't help but grin, looking to see that it was Brittany lying on his chest. Turning to look on either side, there was Helania and Queen, nestled against him while lying in his arms.

Han took a second to make fists with his hands, trying to regain blood flow, sighing at the pins and needles.

"I guess things could be worse," Han grinned, thinking how fortunate he was to be surrounded by three stunning women who cared for him to such a degree.

Memories of their passionate and lustful activities were like the morning dew, slowly fading as the sun rose. It would be a valuable memory he'd cherish in the future. He could sense the shattered pieces of his heart slowly merging, though it would be a long while before being whole again. But even if the trauma of his past stayed with him for ages, the warm bodies lying against him reminded him that things would get better. Even Queen's cool body was refreshing, the warmth like the short daylight during the winter.

The rising sun flowed into their room, lighting the areas between the bed's curtains. A warmth spilled throughout the room.

Resting his head on the plush pillow, Han wondered if he should go back to sleep. It was a seductive idea as he enjoyed the company of his three creations.

There was a click and sound of the door opening. Light footsteps, like a cat, were heard approaching the bed. Paws were seen before they opened the curtains, flooding the interior of the bed area in sunlight.

Han quickly fled from the light, unable to shield his eyes, blinking and trying to remove the purple spots in his vision.

"Master, have you and the Mistresses had a comfortable sleep?" A gentle voice asked.

Adjusting to the morning, Han looked to see the maid, a leopard beast person, going through and organizing the curtains.

Sniffing the air, there was the smell of breakfast.

Due to the light, the three women began to stir, their long smooth legs sliding against one another as they buried their faces into Han's body. Adorable sighs were heard as each of them slowly woke up.

The first to open their eyes was Brittany, who smiled upon laying her eyes on Han. "Master," She moved and pressed her lips against his, her tongue slowly emerging and entangling with his. Her hungry moans resonated through her energizing breath. Upon moving away from him, a string of saliva connected them before breaking.

"Good morning, Master," Helania's soft voice entered his ear.

"Master, are you hoping for another serving?" Brittany's coy eyes looked deep into his, a slim curve of her smile indicating how she felt him becoming even more erect after Helania's seductive salutation.

Ignoring Brittany's teasing, Han turned to look at Helania, "Good morning, my beloved Helania."

Helania's cheeks reddened before she moved to kiss him, distracting from her embarrassment.

Han felt cool lips on his shoulder. As he finished kissing Helania, he turned his head to see Queen. "Good morning, my Queen."

"My Master, I wish you a wonderful morning," Queen smiled as she wiggled closer to share a kiss. Compared to the other two, her lips were cool but filled with heated passion, her tongue trying to pull out all the heat from Han as it joined with his.