Chapter 15

Zoe led us through the forest with confidence, assuring me she knew the way to the nearest town. It was meant to be only a few hours walk, and we were supposed to make it there before nightfall.

On the way, she talked about special places in the woods, how she had hunted animals, and how she had managed to survive through those years alone. It really impressed me that she managed on her own for so long, even though she had been just a kid.

The forest was really dense, which made talking hard at times, so even if she wanted to talk with me all the time, we had to walk in silence most of the time. I needed to focus on the bushes and trees around us to pass through them, while Zoe gracefully moved forward.

At some point, she stopped, squatted, and waved for me to do the same. When I joined her close to the ground, she pointed between the trees.

“There’s a house there,” she said.

Glancing in the direction she pointed, I couldn't see anything.

“A single house?” I asked.

“Yes, farmers,” she answered.

“Do you see any people?”

Zoe shook her head. “What are we doing?” she asked.

I glanced over her naked body—she refused to put anything on herself. It was an amazing view, but I doubted farmers would react well to an almost naked man with a naked demon suddenly emerging from the forest.

“You’ll wait here, and I’ll try to talk with someone there,” I decided, hoping that without Zoe by my side, it would be easier to gain their trust.

She frowned slightly, hesitation flickering across her face, but eventually gave a small nod. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her body seemed to relax, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. After a lingering moment, I pulled away, stood up, and made my way toward the house.

The trees became scarcer, and I noticed a big building. It seemed to be built from bricks, the roof was made out of tiles, and there was a chimney from which smoke was rising. I moved along the line of trees to stay hidden.

I didn't notice anyone until I was looking at the back of the house, where I saw a woman. There was still some distance between us, but I could recognize that she was older. She was hanging clothes on a line. As I focused on the house, waiting for a moment, I didn't see anyone else.

A single woman should not be a problem. With my class, I should be able to sell her some imagined story. Perhaps even seduce her. I could test my skills on someone who was not a sex demon.

I came out from between the trees with a smile plastered on my face. A plan to appear half-naked from a forest, seduce her, fuck her, and get clothes sounded like a porn scenario—that was my new life.

Slowly approaching her, I got a better look at her. She seemed well past forty and wasn't the most attractive woman ever. Her old, used clothes didn't add to her charm and didn't hide her skinny figure.

Occupied with her job, she didn't notice me, even when I stopped thirty feet from her.

“Good afternoon,” I said, smiling friendly. The woman jumped a little and turned quickly towards me. Her eyes moved over my half-naked body and opened wider.

“Umm… good afternoon,” she answered hesitantly, averting her eyes from me. “Can I help you with something?” she asked, taking a small step back.

“I’m Arthur. I was traveling with my daughter through the forest, and we were attacked by bandits.” I changed my expression to something that I hoped showed worry. “They took everything we had, even our clothes,” I said, waving down at my body. Her gaze stopped at my chest, and I had to stop myself from smiling when I noticed a slight blush on her cheeks.

I waited briefly, but she didn't answer, so I continued. “We walked for a few days until I met my cute savior,” I said, taking a small step towards her. She looked at me with a frown, showing a lot of wrinkles on her face.

“You,” I added, pointing at her.

“Umm…”

“Can I know your name?” I asked, interrupting her hesitation.

“A-Amelia,” she answered. I took another step, closing the distance between us. She glanced toward the door of the house behind her. I hoped she wasn't looking for her husband or someone else who might be inside.

“Amelia. A pretty name matching an equally gorgeous woman,” I said. Perhaps twenty years ago, she was gorgeous, but time had taken its toll on her. She glanced back at me, with pink cheeks.

“Amelia, may I count on your help?” I asked, stepping closer until I was just inches away. “I can return the favor,” I added softly, closing the remaining distance between us. She was much shorter than me, her face level with my chest. When she lifted her gaze, it lingered on my chest for a moment before meeting my eyes. She took a small, hesitant step back, but I mirrored her movement right away, staying close.

I regretted not having an active skill for seducing women—that would have come in very handy. Without it, I was left to rely on my passive skills and my new athletic body.

Amelia gulped, her lips parting as a faint, shaky breath escaped. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her pupils widened. Was she aroused, excited, or frightened? Perhaps all three at once.

I had never paid attention to details like that. It must have been an effect of my observation skill, which made me know that Amelia was interested but too scared to make a move first.

Grabbing her hand, I placed it over my heart—or rather, over my muscular chest. “Amelia, please, you are my only hope,” I said, squeezing her small hand against my muscles.

“I promise to repay you,” I added, licking my lips. Her eyes focused on them and wouldn't move anywhere else.

I leaned closer, my face just inches away from hers. She stared at me, frozen. I felt like a predator ready to pounce, my prey unable to move, already caught in my trap.

I placed my hands on her hips, feeling that she was really slim. Her breath warmed my lips. Moving my hands up along her body, I came close to her chest. Amelia drew a breath in and held it. I brushed her sides gently, with my thumbs grazing her tits. She didn’t have large ones, and I was sure that I actually grazed against her nipples, making her moan softly.

Still staring into her brown eyes, I smiled. “Amelia,” I whispered. “Would you help me?” I asked, moving my thumbs over the material that hid her small tits.

“Yes,” she whispered. I barely heard it, but it was enough.

I connected our lips. Hers were dry and rough, but I didn’t stop the kiss. She was much older than me now, though in my old body, our ages would have been much closer.

Despite her age and appearance, I still wanted to fuck her, and it was clear she wanted it too. I shifted my hands fully onto her tits and squeezed. Honestly, there wasn't a lot to grab.

Amelia moaned into my lips, breaking the kiss. I turned her around in my arms, pulling her back against my chest. Thanks to her shorter height, I could kiss her easily even in that position, as I shifted her head back and to the side.

My hands landed on her tits, kneading them as her body pressed against me. We kissed aggressively while I continued fondling her chest, though the material of her shirt was in my way. I pulled at it, sending a few buttons flying, then grabbed her plain white bra and dragged it down to expose her tits.

From my vantage point I had a perfect view of them. The advantage of their small size was that they hadn’t sagged much with age and still stood firmly, capped with small, hard nipples.

I pinched them between my fingers. Amelia moaned, but I quickly returned to kissing her. She pushed her ass against my hard cock and rubbed against it. Her eyes were closed, lost in the passion of our kiss, but I was looking around for a good place to fuck her. We could go inside the house to her bed. Perhaps she shared it with her husband.

My eyes fell on the wall of the house. There was nothing particularly special about it, but the idea of doing it here, outdoors, in the open air was too enticing to pass up. I had never done anything sexual in public in my old world. Sleeping with Zoe in the forest didn’t feel as special, as it was so secluded.

There were so many things I could have done in my old life, and all of them slipped through my fingers because I spent my whole life with a woman who was very vanilla in bed—at least until she decided to cheat on me.

I pushed my hips forward, taking a small step. Amelia followed my lead as I held her hard nipples. We moved slowly forward while still kissing.

When we reached the wall, I shifted my hands, placing one on her stomach. I pushed with the other on her back. She fell forward but quickly reached out in front of herself, bracing against the wall. Now her ass stuck out toward me.

I grabbed the material of her long skirt and pulled it up until it bunched on her back, revealing her large, white underwear, which were far from sexy.

“God,” Amelia groaned. I grabbed her underwear and pulled them down. They fell to the ground, stopping around her ankles, revealing her ass.

The day spent with a succubus had raised my standards, but Amelia's ass looked even worse than my ex-wife.

“What am I doing?” Amelia asked, seemingly to herself. She rested her head on her arms, leaning against the house. She stood there naked, sticking her ass towards me, clearly wanting me to take her.

I ripped the fur skirt off myself and threw it aside. My cock was hard and ready. Amelia wasn’t the most attractive woman, but just the idea of doing this with someone I had just met in a public space aroused me.

I moved my hips closer to her, my cock resting between her ass cheeks. Leaning over her, I brought my lips close to her ear. I blew hot air slowly against it, making her shiver.

“You’re enjoying your life, Amelia,” I answered her question. “Let me make you feel amazing,” I added in a deep voice.

Amelia groaned softly, pushing her hips back, squeezing my cock between her cheeks.

“Quick,” she panted. “Before my husband returns,” she groaned.

Hearing that she had a husband brought me a strange sense of satisfaction. Perhaps it wasn’t the most moral thing, but it was gratifying to know that this time I will fuck someone else’s wife. I leaned my hips back and used my feet to spread her legs wider. I grabbed her small tits with one hand and slid the other between her legs from behind. I felt a lot of hair but quickly found her wet pussy.

“You’re so wet,” I said, sliding two fingers between her lips. They sank in easily as I felt her warm entrance stretch around them.

I pulled my fingers back and pushed them inside again, fingering her quickly. She worked her hips in rhythm to meet my movements, panting loudly. I couldn't see her face, which she hid between her arms.

Was she hiding from me? Or from the world?

She was doing it because she was cheating on her husband.

Like this bitch, my ex-wife. Amelia was hiding her face in shame, but she couldn't stop her hips from fucking herself on my fingers. I stopped moving them entirely and only held them in place while she stuffed herself with them time after time.

The anger I felt at the memory of my wife developed into a spank that landed on Amelia’s ass. She moaned louder but didn't stop fucking my fingers.

I pulled them back suddenly. Her hips pushed a few more times, fucking the air helplessly, looking for any stimulation. When she didn't find anything, she looked over her shoulder at me. Her whole face was red, her mouth hanging wide open as she panted. Her eyes met mine questioningly.

I smiled. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” Amelia moaned, nodding.

“What about your husband?” I asked. A frown crossed her face, but then lust and arousal returned.

“He will not know anything. Be quick,” she said, wiggling her ass from side to side.

I grabbed her hips and moved my cock to her pussy, brushing it against her lips, feeling how wet she was. I aligned myself at her entrance but didn't enter her. Instead, I brought my lips back to her ear.

“What do you want, Amelia?”

She whimpered pitifully in response and tried to push her hips back, but I held her in place, not letting her impale herself on me.

“What do you want, Amelia?” I asked again, shifting to her other ear and breathing into it.

Amelia hid her face in her arms again, fighting with herself. I felt a strange satisfaction seeing her slowly break.

“I-I want your cock,” Amelia mumbled into her arms, but then she lifted her head, looking at me. “Push it in, please!”

I could have teased her longer, but I was aroused by the whole situation and preferred not to meet her husband. I pushed my hips forward. My cock spread her lips, stretched her entrance, and plunged fully into her in one push.

Amelia quickly turned her head and tried to hide it between her arms, but she didn’t manage it in time to muffle her loud moan completely.

Now that I was done teasing her, I started to pound her quickly. She wasn't as tight as Zoe, but she was warm and wet. I fucked her hard, pulling almost all of my cock out, then slamming it back in as hard as I could. Amelia braced herself against the wall, and I was curious how long her arms would hold out.

“Gods!” Amelia screamed, tilting her head back. I felt her pussy squeeze around my cock. She exploded suddenly and didn’t need much time before an orgasm wrecked her body. I didn’t stop pounding her even as bliss surged through her.

[Achievement Completed: Spreading the joy - Bring women to ten orgasms.]
[Reward: +1 Endurance]

I completed one of my achievements, but at the same moment, Amelia’s hands gave out as her orgasm passed. She started to fall forward, but I still had one hand on her tits and the other on her hip. I grabbed her, took a quick step forward, and pulled her up, pinning her body against the wall while I was still fully inside her.

I fucked her, pushing her against the wall with every thrust. I doubted it could be pleasant for her, but every time my cock bottomed out in her heat, she moaned in pleasure. I quickened my movements, feeling my orgasm approaching.

The pressure in my abdomen built, and it was only seconds before I exploded.

I brought my lips to her ear. “I’m going to flood you. I’ll fill your pussy with my hot cum,” I groaned between thrusts.

Amelia moaned loudly, her pussy tightening around me at my words, and I exploded with a final push into her, pressing my hips against her flat ass.

It was a quick fuck and an equally quick orgasm. After I spilled my load into her, I pulled out. She was still shivering from her own orgasm. My cum leaked from her and cascaded down her legs.

I wanted to let go of her body, but she was limp, so I slowly lowered her to the ground. She turned on her side and curled up, her knees bent to her chest as she panted.

Her shirt was ripped open, her bra still pulled down, and her skirt had fallen lower. Her pussy remained exposed, now a mess with her pubic hair clumped from my cum and her juices. Her whole face was red, and her tits had marks from my fondling. She looked well fucked, and I smiled, proud with my performance.

I knelt by her side, brushing her hair away from her flushed face. She opened her eyes, focusing on me with a wide smile.

“Gods,” she said. “That was… amazing,” she murmured. Her eyes shifted to my cock, which was still half-hard. She licked her slightly parted lips. I could have pushed it between them, and I doubted she’d object.

“Mom! I’m home!” Suddenly, a male voice sounded from within the house.