Object of Worship (3)
Mela's sex was slick and thoroughly wet, parted slightly as if waiting for something.
Flushing, she spoke to me.
"Please… touch me here."
I reached out and caressed her entrance — a place she had never allowed anyone before. The sensation was slippery and soft.
"Mmnh…"
Mela trembled faintly. It seemed to be the first time anyone's hand had touched that intimate place, and she was tense.
I slowly traced my fingers along the parted cleft, her juices serving as lubricant. There was a slight viscosity to them, producing sticky sounds as I moved.
"Haa, ah…"
As I rubbed her sex, Mela let out sweet little moans. My finger grazed the slightly open entrance, almost but not quite slipping inside.
I tried to ease a finger in. But Hex's fingers were large and thick, and Mela's virgin hole couldn't take them.
"Nngh."
When she whimpered in pain, I abandoned the attempt. She wasn't ready yet, so I decided to caress the surrounding area and ease her tension instead — spreading the closed folds, sometimes stroking her back or her buttocks with my other hand to give her new stimulation. Each time, Mela responded with small moans.
Enjoying that sensation, I moved upward. At the end of the path leading from the cleft, I felt a small nub.
"Haah!"
Even the lightest touch made her body shudder with a tiny cry. Satisfied with the reaction, I swept back down.
Before long her sex was thoroughly soaked, and every time I moved between certain spots, Mela exhaled hot breaths. Usually so poor at expressing emotion, she now wore a lewd expression as she panted. My heart raced at the sight of her.
As her parted folds grew thoroughly wet, I decided the time had come and pushed a little deeper. There was a small hole within the cleft, and I eased my finger into it.
"Ah…!"
She had loosened somewhat — unlike before, it went in smoothly. Of course she was still tight, so even one finger was a struggle. The hole that gripped me clenched hard around it. Her insides were probably molded to the shape of my finger right now.
When I gently rubbed the vaginal walls with my fingertip, Mela trembled in response. She seemed to rather like the slightly dangerous smile I wore.
Then I'd better do this properly.
I gripped her waist with my other hand and began fingering her in earnest, moving slowly while stimulating her walls with my fingertip. Lewd, wet sounds rang out with every motion. Even as she blushed at the fact that those noises were coming from her own body, Mela focused on the stimulation with a slack, pleasure-drunk expression.
Panting hotly, she spoke to me.
"A little faster…"
When I sped up as she wanted, the atmosphere changed completely. There was more wetness, and the sounds grew louder. The composure vanished from her face.
"Ah, nngh! Mmnh!"
The pleasure must have been stronger than she'd expected — Mela clung to me for support. Tremors transmitted from her body as she held on. From the changing strength of her grip, I could tell which spots she liked.
"Ah, uh. Th…at's…"
With each stimulation her heels gradually lifted until she was standing on tiptoe, enduring it. But even that had its limit. Panting, she said to me:
"S-stop…! It's getting weird…!"
Sensing her climax approaching, I firmly pressed the spot she felt most intensely.
"…!"
Mela couldn't even make a sound as she experienced her first orgasm, her body convulsing. Her vagina contracted, squeezing my finger as if wringing it dry — the motion of trying to take in even one more drop of a cock's semen.
"Ah…"
When the climax ended, she collapsed into my arms. Her soft body was burning hot, and the sweet scent of her skin had transformed into a smell meant to entice a male.
"Huu. Ahh."
Panting, her limp form occasionally twitched with the aftershocks. The sight was so lewd I nearly surrendered to impulse, but I managed to hold back.
After a while she recovered and sat up. But when I saw her face, I couldn't help but be surprised. Her eyes still glittered with lust. Even after such intense pleasure, her desire hadn't subsided — Mela sat down in front of my stiffly erect cock.
My gaze was drawn involuntarily to her twitching pussy. With a dazed expression she nuzzled her face against me, then slowly opened her mouth and took the tip between her lips.
"Haup."
It wasn't the devoted service of last time. She seemed simply to be satisfying her own hunger, savoring my cock with her eyes, mouth, and nose. Meanwhile both her hands were busy below — with me in her mouth, she was caressing her own sex.
The sounds of her sucking mixed with the wet sounds of her fingering herself. I could feel Mela's scent and the play of her tongue licking my glans. With multiple senses stimulated at once, my head spun. But clearest of all was the sexual sensation. I felt a strong urge to cum, and she seemed to sense it too — she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
My cock throbbed and sprayed white liquid.
"…Huu!"
When I came to from the afterglow, Mela's face was a mess of cloudy fluid. She narrowed her eyes and licked the semen dripping down her cheeks. Smiling seductively, she began cleaning the cum-slick cock with her tongue.
After a while she started tidying up — pulling my pants back up, wiping the semen from her face. Then she glanced at my hand as if regretting she hadn't cum again, but soon seemed to give up and rose to her feet. Still occasionally staggering from the aftershocks, she somehow managed to erase the traces and get dressed properly.
Mela shook me awake from my daze.
"Please get up."
"Hm?"
When I looked at her, pretending to come to my senses with a straight face, she smiled and said:
"We should head back now."
"Ah, right. We should go back."
Good. My acting was flawless. It was the perfect reaction of someone under hypnosis. With this, nothing had happened here.
But Mela somehow looked like she was holding back a laugh as she watched me.
No way… right?
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
She said that with a satisfied smile.
"Ah, wait a moment."
As Mela was about to leave with the paper bag containing the dildo clutched to her chest, the witch called her back. The witch stared at Mela's face, then pulled out a small bottle and handed it over.
"I think you'll need this. On the house."
"On the house?"
Still unused to kindness from others, Mela gave her a suspicious look. Moreover, things freely given by underworld figures usually led to bad results, so wariness rose as well.
Despite that look, the witch smiled leisurely.
"Young lady, you've got something on your mind, don't you? Man troubles? How about this price?"
When the witch held up three fingers, Mela shook her head and set the potion back down. As she walked away, the witch's voice came whispering from behind:
"For instance… whether I like this person or not… something like that?"
At those words Mela stopped, and the witch chuckled.
"There's a very good way to confirm your own feelings… Want to hear it?"
After a moment's hesitation, Mela held out a few coins. The witch smiled with satisfaction.
"If you can't figure it out with your head, figure it out with your body."
"My body?"
When Mela looked puzzled, the witch wore a mischievous expression.
"Try holding them, or kissing them. Or if not that, having sex is fine too."
"Se…"
When Mela blushed, the witch looked at her as if she found her adorable.
"Sex is an honest conversation of the flesh, you know? Once you actually do it, you can learn more than you'd think."
How much the other person cares for you. How they differ from their usual self. And whether you yourself can feel and pour love into that act.
"If you use that, he'll move however you want."
At the witch's words, the hesitant Mela opened her mouth.
"That kind of thing won't work on him. He's sharp — he won't fall for it…"
According to rumors circulating in the underworld, he was a man who could endure three days and nights even after being hit with deadly poison. Even a potion made through alchemy would be of little use.
But the witch spoke as if it were no big deal.
"If it doesn't work, that's fine too. In fact, if he notices and still pretends to fall for it, watching how he acts might be interesting in its own right, no?"
Inside the shop where dampness lingered, the shadows flickering in the candlelight moved as if alive. There the witch chuckled and spoke to the owl.
"She was a cute customer, wasn't she?"
So fresh and innocent. The witch smiled with satisfaction and turned her head. A man stood at the shop entrance.
"There was a time when you were that cute too."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
With an indifferent expression, Beyond held out a pouch before the witch. She glanced at it and tilted her head.
"Smells like dirt?"
"I'd like you to appraise it."
"Hmm? Where did you dig this up that you need an appraisal?"
"It's nothing special, so don't worry about it."
Beyond answered indifferently.
"Just some dirt from the yard."