Isn't It Obvious?

“I’m not sure I understand.” Amelie replied, but then caught sight of my gorging member. “Oh, I see.” She smiled at me. “You wish to use my body for sexual release?”

“Yeah.” I agreed, though I might have put it more delicately.

“Feel free, I am here to serve you in whatever way you desire. I would suggest that we move back to the lounge, the couches will undoubtedly be the most comfortable.” She smiled and opened the door leading to the lounge.

When we arrived and took our places at one of the couches, I was beginning to get nervous. “I have to come clean to you about something, this is actually my first time. I don’t have much luck with the ladies.” I said, a bit shakily.

“No need to be nervous, Master.” She guided me so I was laying down on the couch and then climbed on top of me. “You will find that your days of having poor ‘luck’ will be over, should you wish them to be. Your predecessor created a number of magical tools with the Atlas and Quill that can aid you in that department.” So, my grandfather was a pervert. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, he apparently made Amelie appear as a naked, curvaceous woman. I didn’t want to think too much about his contributions, else my imagination take me to unfortunate places. “And even if you choose not to use those methods, I will always be ready and willing to serve.”

After saying this she grasped the shaft of my cock and began to pump her hand up and down. Her skin was amazingly smooth, and the feeling was totally different from when I masturbated. Her movements were perfect, almost machine-like in their precision. Her hand would grasp and drag itself along my sensitive rod with just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. After just a few short moments of pumping I could feel my climax welling up inside me.

With a groan I ejaculated, sending sperm into the air and back down onto my belly and her arm. A wave of shame washed over me, I came so quickly after just being stroked. This was not the way I wanted this to happen.

“Oh!” Amelie said as the white spunk began to fall back down. Her face betrayed no amount of disgust or disappointment at my quickness, just warmth and understanding as usual.

“Ah, fuck, I’m sorry. That’s embarrassing.” I said.

“Not at all, Master, I am happy to have made you ejaculate no matter the speed. I am here to ensure that you are satisfied.” I wasn’t satisfied, though. And perhaps that much was obvious from my expression, since Amelie went on. “This is your world, Master, you have no obligations, sexually or otherwise. You need not even regain the Quill if you do not desire it. However, perhaps you would have a more enjoyable experience if I gave you one of the aforementioned tools. The magic will work here in the studio as well.”

I blinked and suddenly she held a ring in her hand. It consisted of two woven silver bands looping around each other in a criss-crossing pattern. The center of the ring was inlaid a pearl. She took my hand and placed the ring into it.

“This is a ring of sexual fortitude and stamina. While you wear that ring, you will not ejaculate until you will yourself to do so. In addition, you will recover from sexual activity within seconds of the ejaculation. Finally, the ring will make your sperm taste delicious.”

This seemed like a pretty handy tool to have if I was horny. And knowing me, that would be quite often.

I thanked her and slipped the ring around my index finger. It’s shape suddenly adjusted so it fit me perfectly. As soon as I put it on, my penis stood at attention once again, becoming fully erect almost immediately.

“There we go. Now how would you like me, Master?” Amelie asked, her smile becoming a tad sultrier. At this point, not only was the prospect of losing my virginity too hard to turn down, but I actually felt an obligation to finish what I started, given the poor performance a moment ago.

“Uh, let’s fuck, I guess?” I said, still a little unsure of myself and awkward to this kind of interaction.

“Would you like me on top?” She asked.

I couldn’t lie, the thought was enticing. “Yes.”

With a nod and a giggle, she scooted herself forward until my fully erect dick was just barely below her glistening, shaved pussy. With only just enough hesitation to prepare my mind for what was about to happen, she lowered herself down on top of me.

I felt my cock enveloped in a cavern of absolute bliss. The softness yet firmness of the pussy gripped my shaft tightly. I couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure. My instinct would have been to distract myself as best as possible in order to draw out the experience, but I didn’t have to do that anymore, and I could tell. The feeling was glorious in almost every conceivable way, but I felt like I had perfect control, and the need to climax was infinitely distant. I could just enjoy the ride, literally.

She started to move up and down, sliding my huge member, now glistening from her pussy juices, in and out of her tight hole. In the meantime, she was panting hotly, confirming that she didn’t just look human, she apparently had human feelings too. Or she was good at faking it, in either case I was satisfied.

“How’s this, Master?” She asked me between breathy moans.

“It’s fucking fantastic.” I said with no degree of exaggeration. Amelie’s breasts were bouncing wildly and delightfully with each movement. I couldn’t help but remember how amazingly soft they were when I felt them earlier and reaching my own hands up to manhandle the wonderful fleshy orbs I was once again filled with delight. Feeling their weight shift up and down in my hands as they bounced was oddly satisfying.

“M-master,” Amelie began, looking me in the eyes suddenly, “I am going to cum soon.” So, she wasn’t faking it after all, that was good to know.

“Let’s cum at the same time then.” I said. I was pretty sure that was an enjoyable thing, if porn and hentai had taught me anything.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled and bounced a bit faster on top of me, also coming down into my lap with more ****, like she was trying to drive my rod deeper into her body with each downward movement. “I… I’m cumming, Master!” The last syllable dragged out into a loud moan as I felt her pussy suddenly grip down tightly around my cock. Not only that, the walls of her vagina were pulsing slightly, making it feel like they were trying to milk me.

In that moment I willed myself to ejaculate inside of her. It really was as simple as wanting it to happen, and I felt the wave of pleasure that came with every climax, but this one felt even greater with her pussy trying to desperately milk everything I had out of me. I felt like I came far more than I ever had before.

When it was finally over, Amelie slumped down on top of me, and I felt her hot breath on my cheek as we lay on the couch. My cock was still inside her as we cuddled together in the afterglow for a bit longer.

After a minute or two, she pulled herself up and off my sticky cock, and knelt down on the ground next to the couch. I wondered what she was up to and turned my head to look just in time to see her lips wrap around my penis and begin to lick and suck on it. This sensation was also amazing, comparable to having it in her vagina. Her tongue deftly swirled along every square inch of my shaft, licking it clean and her gentle sucking squeezing out every last drop of cum.

Just to make things interesting, and also because this act was extremely enjoyable, I willed myself to ejaculate again while my cock was in her mouth. Another wave of bliss washed over me as a flood of sperm shot from my dick and directly into her mouth.

Her eyes widened a moment in surprise, but then she started to dutifully suck and drink down to liquid with a steady gulp gulp gulping. Watching and hearing her swallow my load like it was a tasty treat (and with the ring, I supposed it was) was extremely satisfying to me. In a similar manner to hearing the crackling of an ice cube as it’s dropped into a warm drink.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I heard myself say as my second ejaculation subsided.

Amelie pulled herself off of my cock and licked her lips, smiling warmly as she did. “Thank you for the meal, Master.”