Where were we? Ah, yes.

Master’s eyes were lit up with a delicious animal desire. His mana reached out to her and caressed her most intimate spots, making her wet for him. She was already panting, awaiting his touch. He took a step towards her and she shivered in anticipation. She bit her lip and got up on her hands and knees on the bed, looking over her shoulder at him. His presence excited her, and her juices were dripping out of her. He got into the bed behind her, and his clothes disappeared. She stifled a moan. His hands rested on her ass, and she shivered in ecstasy as a miniature orgasm rocked her world. His member caressed her nether lips, up and down agonizingly slowly. She whimpered in need, and yelped in surprise when Master slapped her ass, only to receive another slap. She buried her head in his pillow and moaned.

She was driving John insane. A lust fueled by 23 libido clouded his mind. His Gamer’s Spirit managed to keep in mind two things: keep quiet, and punish her if she doesn’t. He took a step towards her and she took up a sexy pose. He got in bed behind her and couldn’t wait to take his clothes off manually, so he used his inventory to unequip his clothes. That turned her on for some reason. He didn’t have the presence of mind to care. He grabbed her ass and she came. He tried his best to hold on to the little control he had and enter her slowly. She made a sound. He punished her. She made another sound. He punished her again. It turned her on even more. That drove him over the edge.

Master entered her, and another orgasm thundered through her. She moaned as quietly as she could into the pillow. His mana tingled her every surface, his power aroused her to no end. He reached his limit at a slightly disappointing depth, but he retreated to reenter her. His reentries became more frequent, and her moans more insistent. He slapped her again, and she cried out in ecstasy as yet another orgasm made her body spasm uncontrollably. He slapped her again, and she bit into his pillow to muffle her cries. Her skin was on fire, his mana burning her with an indescribable desire. He continued to pleasure her with his rod, and she clamped around him as more orgasms assaulted her senses.

He slammed into her, hilt deep. She came. Hard. He pulled out and slammed into her again. And again. And again. She started to get loud again. He punished her. She came again, this time loudly. He punished her. She quieted down. He kept ramming into her. Her pussy walls were tight. He was in heaven. His grip on her ass tightened as he felt his orgasm nearing.

Master’s juices flowed into her as he entered her a last time, not a sound escaping his lips. This final entry triggered a monumental orgasm in Omorfia. All of her muscles tensed and relaxed rapidly, making her shake and writhe on Master’s bed. Her vocal chords weren’t functioning, her mouth opened and closed as if to scream her euphoric release but no sound escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled up into her head, the room disappearing as she entered a sexual Nirvana only Nymphs could reach. Every nerve in her body exploded in pleasure.

He came inside her. He somehow managed not to roar like the animal he felt like he had turned into. She came, and then started having a seizure. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and then strange red markings appeared on her. They weren’t there before. They swirled and flowed across her violet skin like glowing tattoo ink. She opened her eyes and blinked them back to normal as the light faded. An info box popped up, but John ignored it and thrust in her again. He covered her mouth before she could moan and rammed into her as fast as he could.

Omorfia awoke from her Nirvanic experience to see her master’s desire burning even brighter in his eyes. He reentered her and she was launched into another euphoric episode. Not before long, she had reentered Nymphic Nirvana. His mana had increased in potency. His power had grown. She was absolutely enraptured by Him. Her master. Her lover. Her eternal obsession. She awoke again, and his desire had not abated. He sent her into Nymphic Nirvana twice more before his passions were satisfied.

It was 7:30 a.m. They had finished fiercely and passionately making love at 6:40-ish. Omorfia had gained two levels and a title modifier. His daily quest dinged forlornly, neglected. John was unsure what to make of Omorfia’s new state of being. He cast Observe on her for what could have been the hundredth time.

Omorfia, Level 7 City Nymph (Enlightened)

He blinked at the info box until it disappeared.

What the hell does that even mean?!?

Omorfia was in a seemingly comatose state, her new tattoos glowing as she laid on his bed. Her maroon aura pulsed faintly around her, and her hair floated around her head as if she were underwater or in space. It had changed color as well, from black to pink. He had tried casting Dismiss Summon, but it did nothing. He was worried for her health and safety. He paced the room anxiously, racking his brain for a possible solution.

Omorfia wandered through Nymphic Nirvana, its curving columns coming in and out of focus. Every fiber of her being was still humming from the intense love making with her… with who? She couldn’t really remember. All she could remember was the electric rush as potent libidinous energy fused with robust mana and formed the perfect enlightenment cocktail. She had reached enlightenment! The final, incredibly powerful form of all Nymph-kind! But, it was too early… Why had she engaged in the mana ritual? Her body was not powerful enough to contain so much mana. If she returned now, she would be reduced to ashes. But if she didn’t return, she would never become powerful enough to contain the mana. Omorfia fell to her knees in distress. What would she do? What could she do?

John glanced nervously at Omorfia. His fevered pacing gained speed. He glanced nervously at her comatose form again. He sped up again. He glanced at he- he tripped. He fell to his knees and looked up at his ceiling.

“What did I do to her? Developer, did I displease you in my use of my powers? Why is she the one who bears my punishment? Are you so cruel that you would-”?

“Do not make such hasty judgments without taking into account all that has been given you.”

A powerful whisper echoed in John’s head, in his very soul. It was feminine, motherly even. It sounded amused. The daily quest box was dinging a double time of its earlier dings.