❤ Let's make it intense

You hoped that some intensity wasn't too much to ask for. Your other options, as a reminder, were a rough-and-tumble thief, an openly freaky paladin, a nun who was constantly making love-struck doe eyes at you, a genie eager to serve your every wish, and a very sexually confident demon chick. In other words, every other potential option offered you a night full of intrigue and, most likely, actual sexual intercourse. It seemed to you not too big a deal to ask for something a little more exciting than having her watch the machine pumping.

The usual scowl returned to Liens' face as a deep sigh escaped her throat. "Tch. You're pushing your luck. I don't buy into Geod's whole thing. You know? Whatever it is. It sucks. I'm not going to jump on your dick just because I'm a saintess. If that's what you're thinking."

You shook your head and told her it didn't have to be like that. You'd just like her to assist so that it felt like a husband-and-wife thing instead of a wife watching her husband get his dick milked.

"I don't have. You know. A lot of experience with this."

That part you certainly believed, but you told her it didn't matter. She was a genius inventor. Surely she knew a way to help you get in the mood and have a more satisfying ejaculation.

"I mean. Biologically. Yes. I know what will biologically help you do that."

Good enough!

From here, you fit the rubbery suction cup of the angel-craft mechanism over the head of your cock, finding it a surprisingly tight fit once the vacuum started-- it ended up tightening on like the fit of a condom. It was an uncanny feeling, having yourself serviced by a machine rather than your own hand or, ideally, some part of a woman, but it wasn't totally unpleasant. Still, you defiantly tried not to cum while letting Liens do what she was going to do.

{if Liens Milked = 1}The elvish inventor had already freed her tits earlier, so she apparently figured she might as well use them.{else}The elvish inventor's first step was to unhook her apron at the shoulder straps, allowing it to fall to the ground, then lift up the thick wool garment she wore underneath, revealing a sizable belly, but an equally impressive bosom. Her undergarments were as you might imagine: no nonsense, beige in color, the type that would appear nearly skin-tone on someone without her milky white complexion. With no hesitation, she unhooked that as well, allowing her tits to hang out-- just a bit of sag, but well-sized, with big nipples that acted as an oasis of color against her otherwise pale flesh. You were actually pretty surprised she'd jump right to this.{endif}

"No reason to pussy-foot around. You said you wanted intense. We'll do it that way. This once. Anyway."

You weren't quite sure where this was going, but you thought you liked it. Still, you were a bit confused when she asked you to turn around and face the wall. The instructions only became more confusing from there, as she asked you to pull your pants down further so that they were around your knees, exposing your butt besides just your cock. Then, you were made to spread your legs as well, with the machine resting upon the table in front of you. You were becoming worried you were about to shoot your jizz before this odd sequence of events could finish playing out.

You felt your cock pointed downward, and suddenly, the softness of her breasts cradled it from below rubbing up and down. Awkwardly, this placed her face right at your butt, and you felt her bury it there. It was, all things considered, pretty amazing to think that the famed elvish inventor who'd created so many of the world's treasures was now kissing your ass. It actually felt more intense than you thought you'd manage to get out of her-- you were well pleased that you were getting this kind of surprisingly kinky titjob from such a prudish woman.

Unfortunately, perhaps, she was doing more than just that. You felt her pucker her lips against your butt and put her tongue inside.

{if Freaky = True}Just the way you liked it. You groaned with the familiar pleasure of a woman's tongue in your asshole.{else}You had a few objections and made them known in a noisy cry out loud.{endif}

"Trust me. You wanted intense. And you wanted to cum. Right?" Her words came between breaths as she momentarily left her place to speak. "Don't complain now. This sucks for me too. Guys respond to anal stimulation, though."

She continued with an intensity that made you question that. Still, you couldn't argue with biology-- your roughly used flesh won out over your hesitant brain. It didn't take much of this treatment at all to make you start shooting into the vacuum tube of the dick pump. {if Freaky = True}You could keep doing this all night, but unfortunately, Liens switched off the machine and extracted her face from your butt as soon as she saw the jar on the back of the machine start to fill up.{else}You pleaded with Liens to turn the machine off and stop licking your ass, as you quickly passed over the comfortable threshold of cumming this way.{endif}

"Fair enough." She responded, pulling back and reaching around your belly to turn it off. When it finished you were shocked and a little alarmed to see how much semen she'd managed to collect from you inside of the jar. Unbothered, she went to place it inside a safe-like contraption over near her work-bench, perhaps for later use in her experiments. "Hey. Not doing that again. Just so you know. Turns out. It's gross. For me. I need mouthwash."

{if Freaky = True}That was the worst news you'd heard all night, but tis better to have loved and lost, as they say. You asked if, that aside, she'd be willing to try something else along those same lines next time. Maybe one that didn't leave such a bad taste in her mouth?{else}That was the best news you'd heard all night. You told her you appreciated that you'd gone alone with her request for intensity, but maybe next time, it would be best to keep to a more standard type of intimacy.{endif}

"Hm. I'll consider it. This one was a misstep on my part. So. I guess I owe you. We'll see."

With that vague promise, you left Liens for the night. At least you wouldn't have a need to masturbate when you got back to your tent...