Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 90 My demon spirit?s getting “it” to stand? (R-18+)

Chapter 90 My demon spirit?s getting “it” to stand? (R-18+)

Holy Sword Tournament Arc

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(POV: Lumiere)

After securing our accommodations, Genny and Garret brought me up to speed on the events of the preliminaries (I was there, but still). I laughed at their jokes about Salmarc's defeat by Fanatio. The humor caught me off guard - Genny was Salmarc's full sister yet had no qualms about mocking him. Perhaps this indifference stemmed from her own disinterest in the suite provided by Zarbon City for the two royal families.

Maybe, in reality, she yearned for more intimate nights shared with me.

Ahem. I was certainly not one to protest.

"I wonder where he is.." (Lumiere)

In my own room, I anxiously waited for Umbra's report.

Suddenly, Isadora emerged from my body in a cloud of darkness.

Her form wrapped around me sensuously, and I inhaled her delicious, hypnotic scent.

"What's the issue?" I asked.

She frowned lightly, "Nothing serious, but I miss our intimate moments back at the Silva Citadel. At least there I didn't have to hide all the time."

The mere thought of it stirred my deepest desires.

If only she had the [Transform] skill like Serena.

"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"

She coyly responded, "Always, master. Maybe if I suck your cock a little and have some of your cream I'll be fine."

Of course. It was always that. Maybe Isadora was part Succubus?

With each moment that passed, my cock grew firmer under her touch.

Her dainty hands slid down my pants, caressing my member.

"Don't you want to spoil me a bit, master?" she asked, her voice aching with desire.

"Always, Isadora." I told her with a genuine smile.

For some reason, a natural smile formed on Isadora?s face. Normally, she'd have talked about being turned on or wet to the point her panties were drowning in her juices. But this time, she genuinely smiled.

Was I a horrible person for not noticing that until now? Yes.

"So how was your day?" she inquired.

"I met a strange girl.." I said simply.

"Anything more?" she asked, more curious than before.

Her dainty finger ran up and down my slowly deflating cock. Occasionally, she'd tickle the cap of my member with her fingers.

But it was obvious she did this instinctively. From the looks of it, she was more invested in our talks.

"So... what's she like?" Isadora smiled sensing my hesitation.

"She talks about weird things, but it's not important.."

COCKS! SHE TALKS ABOUT COCKS!

In a tender display of affection, Isadora pressed her lips against my cheek, noting the visible signs of stress etched upon my face.

"...It's fine, as long as my master?s happy..."

Deeply moved by her concern, I reciprocated with a slight nod, appreciating her understanding.

As our dialogue continued, an undeniable wave of sexual tension permeated the air, electrifying our connection.

Isadora, her delicate touch still discreetly wrapped around my cock beneath my pants, coyly alluded to her desires, leaving no room for doubt.

"My lord, uh... it's not standing anymore..."

Indeed, my magnum had fallen.

From a once loaded magnum had become a slab of meat.

I sheepishly confessed, "Uh... Isadora, I'm not sure I'll be able to rise to the occasion. I'm a bit... tired."

However, my reservations extended beyond mere physical exhaustion.

After my encounter with Fanatio, where explicit discussions about cock sizes casually flowed, I couldn't help but feel a subtle pang of discomfort, momentarily inhibiting my arousal.

In simpler words, she talked so much about cock I couldn't get mine to stand.

Isadora's mischievous smile appeared. Then she told me, "Is that a challenge?"

"Eh?" (Lumiere)

Undeterred, Isadora continued her tender ministrations, delicately cupping my flaccid cock, teasingly jiggling its weight. My cock slapped my testicles and laps several times.

It was still flat.

With discerning eyes, she discerned that its surface seemed slightly moist.

"It's sweatier than usual, master.."

Isadora applied small pressure on my cock using its moisture as a lubricant to sensually massage my cock with her thumb. However, nothing worked.

"Sorry, I walked around a lot today.."

"It's fine master, I love sweaty cocks... their natural saltiness was something absolutely fuck worthy." (Isadora)

Isadora gracefully positioned me on the bed before delicately removing my clothes.

"Master, you know I care very little about sharing you with others. But I'm happy I'll be the only one to choke on your cock tonight right after I get it standing. So please, as a reward, throat fuck me the best you can.."

She thought of something for a second and moaned.

"Nnngghhh~nnyyessss! I can't wait to have that sweaty monster down my throat.."

Her nipples vibrated like they had a mind of their own. Isadora didn't lactate, but I had a feeling she would tonight.

Climbing on top of me, she straddled my crotch with utmost care.

"You like that?" she asked me.

"Always.." I mumbled in-between my momentary enjoyment.

Despite the presence of her panties, they were drowned in her overflowing juices to the point of leaving my pants dampened.

Isadora's natural inclination for constant wetness was apparent; her vaginal fluid possessed such a subtle quality that I had never witnessed or tasted before.

Serena's juices tasted like honey.

Isadora?s tasted like honey but a tad tangy which was most likely because of her occasional squirt and pee.

Then again, that added to the flavor.

It made perfect sense, as she remained perpetually wet, minute after minute, hour after hour.

"Get that cock standing already master... come on.."

As she lowered herself onto me, her supple breasts pressed against my chest, each breath intertwining in an intimate rhythm.

With a tantalizing flick of her tongue, she began to trace the bend of my neck, evoking a shudder of delightful surprise.

The serpentine motion of her tongue gracefully explored the contours of my neck, tracing an ethereal path up to my jawline.

Our tongues converged, a magnetic force igniting an immediate embrace.

A symphony of saliva cascaded from the edges of our mouths, as Isadora's superior vantage point resulted in her mouth releasing a copious downpour of her viscous fluid into mine.

In the midst of this rapturous kiss, I reveled in every second, consumed by passion.

In the height of our fervent exchange, my hands instinctively reached upwards, seizing Isadora's exquisite ass.

The impact of my touch elicited a halt in her movements, causing a moan to escape her lips.

"Yesssss! Grab it! Tighter! Tighter!"

My hands applied more force on her ass, leading from a firm grasp to a gentle massage that dazed Isadora.

Her tongue, reminiscent of a sinuous snake, retreated from our kiss, a glistening strand of saliva tracing its trail and gently touching my face.

Indeed, my cock had unmistakably risen.

The rail gun in between my legs were firing off.

Its presence brushing ever so slightly against her dampened panties, teasingly making contact with the surface of her pussy.

"Finally... it stands..." Isadora spoke, thirsty.

Isadora, with a seductive demeanor, gracefully lowered herself towards my cock, her actions flawlessly executed.

Using her teeth, she teasingly dragged my pants down, causing my glistening, perspiring cock to unexpectedly graze against her face, instantly standing erect and pointing towards the ceiling.

"You should slap me with your cock more master, trust me... I'll take any amount of violence from you, it just makes my love hole overflow with joy..."

Isadora, positioned at a lower angle, had a captivating view of my balls and my pulsating, veiny cock that trembled with an insatiable desire for her touch.

Approaching closer to my eager cock, her tongue playfully swirled and danced around the tip, skillfully exploring every inch.

"Mmmnnnhhhhgg~nnyesss... just the way I like it..."

Then, she proceeded to sensually lick the sides of my veiny shaft, savoring and relishing the enticing saltiness it offered.

Pausing momentarily, Isadora withdrew, her hands instinctively covering her hardened nipples, concealed beneath a tight black dress that consistently provoked sensations.

Concerned, I asked, "Are you alright?"

To which she reassured me, "Nothing, I just feel a bit hotter than usual.."

With a renewed determination, Isadora leaned back in, opening her moistened mouth wide and submerged my throbbing cock into her welcoming warmth.

"Damn... so wet..." I winced.

"Shh~sooo... Sshhaalty..." Isadora?s words were fumbled. She was so focused on sucking my cock she barely spoke intelligible words.

The sensation is captivating – her mouth radiated an irresistible heat that engulfed my cock.

The viscosity of her saliva gradually enveloped and coated my member, intensifying the pleasure I experienced with each passing second.

She proceeded to gorge on my member fervently, her expert technique causing delightful sensations to surge throughout my body.

Her mouth moved up and down at an incredible speed, offering an exhilarating rhythm that transcended pleasure to new heights.

"Nghk! Nghk! Nghk! Nghk!"

She gagged on my cock countless times.

Momentarily pausing, Isadora withdrew completely, allowing the thick strands of saliva in her mouth to languidly trickle down her chin, caressing her supple skin and finally settling into the inviting crevice of her cleavage.

Her breasts were messy with the saliva painted all over it.

With a masterful stroke, she proceeded to amplify my pleasure using her hand to expertly stimulate my cock, skillfully rubbing it with remarkable speed.

As she continued her ministrations, a devilish smile graced her lips, accentuating the enthralling connection we shared.

"...I want to have you inside me... master..."

Each stroke administered by her skilled hand caused my cock to grow ever harder, pulsating with an almost vibrating intensity.

?Gained points — 600 skill points?