Lay back and relax.

Her soft, brunette hair tickles down along her supple shoulders as her back arches and she crawls forward much more like a cat than a rabbit. Her chest hangs down, and she stares forward with a timid smile and pink in her cheeks. The mattress squeaks as she pushes her hand down beside your hips, and although the bed itself is quite small, she positions the top half of her body over your legs, and then you're greeted by the smooth sensation of her hands moving up between them. The massage continues, but this time, it isn't your back getting attention.

It doesn't matter how much you've been through so far. The feeling of her hand firmly yet gently gripping your shaft and sliding up to the head elicits a soft moan from your lips. Just like before, her touch is precise--the skilled hands of a monk being used for something besides combat. She jerks slowly, up and down over and over again, and it feels great.

"How have you managed to keep going this long?" she asks. "You aren't an incubus, are you?"

"Definitely not," you reply.

She moves her lips down, and then she slides her soft, wet tongue up against the head of your cock. You can feel her both breath against it--whimpering, a quiet moan. "Those from this other world of yours... They're truly amazing," she whispers.

You shiver. "I don't think that's quite the reason why."

Lalarin giggles. "Then you're amazing." Once again, she licks around your shaft and to the tip. "Mmm. Is there anything you miss then? From your world."

"Nothing is as good as this in any other world."

"Seriously though. I want to know more about you, silly. If you tell me, I'll lick it again."

You shake your head with a smirk on your face. "I guess a lot of things. Technology. Video games, movies, stuff like that. There isn't nearly as much to do in your free time in this world."

"But this isn't so bad for recreation, is it?" she asks, shortly before once again giving you a lick. This time, however, she immediately plunges it past her lips and takes you inside as deep as she can manage. Then she slides it slowly back out again.

"N-Not at all," you mumble.

"These things you talk about sound so foreign to me." She stares you straight in the eyes. Then, she moves her legs up onto the bed and becomes to crawl up your body. As she reaches your head, she comes in close and tucks your face firmly against her bosom, squeezing you tight as she caresses her fingers down your cheek. "But I like to hear about them. You've become... very special to me. You must be so sore after everything today. Don't worry. From what I can tell, I don't think you'll have any troubles with me."

You hold your hand tight against her bare back. Slowly, you slide it down until you reach her fluffy tail. "Lala... You're special too, you know. And speaking of my world, how about I tell you about the superhero stories we had back there sometime?"

She gasps. "I'd love that!" But then she pulls herself up to sit on your chest. It's quite the view, gazing up at her naked body from this angle. "But I think we have something more important to take care of for now. Right~?"

"I know you don't like thinking of yourself as a noble, but you're so beautiful, Lala. You're really like a princess. One that can kick ass. Much better than the fake princess I met who ended up being evil."

Lalarin grins. "Thank you... I do like to keep in shape. How about I show you the payoff from all the squats that I do, hmm?"