[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 580 & 581. (Patreon)

Chapter 580: A moment with Noelle.

After about 5 hours of walking through difficult terrain, and especially after sitting down to have lunch after we arrived, the girls were absolutely beat. Sarah was doing better than any of them, but even she needed some proper rest before going out again. 

Exhaustion hit them right as they let their bodies relax. Sore legs, swollen feet… Noelle was spared since I carried her all the way here, but she now felt bad again. She was the one who pushed for the hike, but the others were the ones to suffer the brunt of it.

“Oh, relax,” Sarah told her. “I was pushing for it, too. Besides, even Mila and Grace ended up enjoying it.”

I was tired, yeah, but no sore muscles or any kind of pain. Supernatural powers aside, I had been working out fairly hard for just a little under a year already. Even if Frey had given me a stronger body out of nowhere, I could finally feel like I had made it mine, like I’d earned it and even improved it. I allowed myself to feel proud.

“They’re all sleeping already…” Noelle said, coming over to sit with me on the living room sofa after checking in on everyone. They all retired to the rooms after lunch and fell asleep only minutes after.

“It’s understandable. The problem is they’ll feel even more sore after they wake up, but then again, the hot springs should help with that, right?”

“I hope so.” Noelle chuckled, then went quiet as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Hey, Oliver? Thank you for carrying me here. I’m sorry I tripped and almost ruined everything.”

I sighed, shook my head and pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head. “What do you mean you’re sorry you tripped? Was it intentional? Dummy.”

Noelle giggled. “Hey, you’ve never called me a dummy before!”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” I told her, grinning at her and kissing her cheek over and over, making her laugh some more. “I told you this was the easiest thing you could ask of me. I have the strength to do it, so why wouldn’t I? Anything you need, please rely on me. I’ll do everything I can to help you. Maybe even things I can’t.”

Noelle laughed, hugged me and kissed me on the lips three times. “Silly.”

“I think I’m being very rational,” I told her, caressing her cheek. “You’re one of the most important people in my life. I want to be there for you every chance I have. Not that I want you to be in trouble too often.”

“Not too often? So once in a while it’s fine?” she asked, pouting cutely before she started giggling again. “Thank you. I love you. I’ll try not to give you too much trouble, but no promises.”

“Same here.”

Noelle’s smile never fails to warm my heart. At that moment, the image of us growing old together popped into my mind, and I knew I wanted to live my life trying to make that a reality.

“So you’ll still love me if I had a hunched back and was full of wrinkles?” she asked.

I blinked. That was definitely mind reading, but not that I minded. “Yeah, of course. You think I just love you because of your cute face, perfect curves and amazing tits?”

“No, I know you don’t.” Noelle slowly licked her lips, and suddenly I felt her hand on my inner thigh. “But still… One day we’ll all grow old, weak and ugly, so we better make the most of our youth, don’t you think?”

“Oh, come on. If you tempt me like this, all I said will end up looking like shallow flirting…”

Noelle giggled. “Maybe, so it’s a good thing I know you meant every word.”  She put her hand over my crotch and began to rub it, quickly making my dick start to harden. As she did that, she leaned in and kissed me again, this time adding her tongue. “I want to thank you for what you did for me, and I want to show you that I feel the same way you do, but most of all… I really want to have your dick in my mouth. Can I?”

I swallowed the mix of our saliva, my head already spinning. “I mean… If you want,” I said with a shrug, failing to be all cool and casual about it. 

Noelle giggled again. “You’re the cutest.” She unzipped my dark hiking pants, snuck her hand inside my boxers and pulled out my cock, letting it stand at full mast. “But I still can’t decide if this part of you is cute or intimidating, hahaha.”

Her full hand didn’t even hold half my length and her fingers couldn’t fully wrap around my girth. She stroked me with a delicate grip and slow movements while staring at it. Noelle very rarely took the initiative, so all I did was move my hand down her back, grope her butt and let her do as she wanted.

“It’s not cute… but my mouth starts watering whenever I see it.” She swallowed hard and looked me in the eyes. “I don’t really service you a lot, do I? It’s always you doing things to me. Let’s fix that.”

She got comfortable on the couch, laying on her stomach. She stroked my dick while keeping her face very close to it, breathing over it until she wrapped her cute, red lips over the head.

Her tongue ran circles around the tip while her hand kept moving. She kept it slow, relaxed, smooth. She mixed it up by letting go for a bit and licking around my shaft before going back to sucking the head. 

She was taking her time, so I relaxed, closed my eyes and let myself enjoy Noelle’s service. It felt good, and the pleasure slowly built up, drop by drop. Soon I came in her mouth, and Noelle swallowed it all with loud gulps and no complaints. I enjoyed the chills running through my body and the lightheadedness that came with an orgasm, toes curling again when I felt Noelle’s tongue cleaning me up.

…

Except it was no cleanup.

Noelle didn’t stop. She continued stroking me, sucking my cock, licking my shaft. She added her other hand, gently massaging my balls as she ran her lips up and down my length.

I gasped when she took me inside her mouth again, this time a little deeper. She bobbed her head with the flat of her tongue against my cock, her mouth full of drool. Again, she didn’t flinch when I let out a second load inside her mouth. She swallowed it all, even scooping the drops leaking from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and licking that as well.

I let out a sight of content, but Noelle dove in again, taking me in her mouth and sucking me without any urgency. I guess she really did want to have my cock in her mouth after all.

In 30 minutes, Noelle got three orgasms out of me, and it was like she wasn’t even trying.

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Chapter 581: A boyfriend’s duties and an apology.

About an hour later, when the girls began to wake up from their nap one by one, I was put on Heavy Boyfriend Duty, which is a fancy way of saying I had to give them all leg massages.

It started with Grace, who was the first to wake up and literally couldn’t get off the bed. She called me from the room she was sharing with Alice and Sarah with a mix mix of drowsiness and pain.

“Oliver… I can’t even move my legs…” she groaned.

“...Let me see if I can help.” I didn’t know if a massage would work, but we didn’t have any pills for muscle pain. Maybe we should’ve thought to bring some.

I helped Grace get on her stomach and began to massage her, rubbing and pressing on her thighs and calves. Can’t say I wasn’t enjoying running my hands all over Grace’s legs, but I questioned if it would have any effect. Well, even if it didn’t, Grace was enjoying it as well.

“Mmm. You know, I think my butt is sore, too,” she said.

“Nice try.” I gave her a light spank. “We can do that when you can stand on your own.”

“What? You’re not gonna take advantage of this helpless girl? What are you, a decent man?”

“I try.”

Grace laughed. “Good thing, too. A degenerate with your libido would be a real danger. And speaking of libido, how many times have you done it today?”

“Um… Alice made me come twice, Diana once, and Noelle just blew me for almost 40 minutes straight and made me come three times.”

“Ugh, lucky redhead. Did she swallow?”

“Yeah.”

“UGH, so jealous!” She kicked her legs on the bed. “I need to squeeze in my own turn somewhere. Somewhere I can get plenty of time, too.”

I blinked. “Hey, do your legs still hurt?” I asked her, letting go for a moment.

“Hm? Oh. Oh, they’re… a little better, yeah,” she said, shocked as she moved them more, now kicking the air. She looked at me and she put into words the questions we were both thinking of. “Is this magic, too? It shouldn’t have worked so well so quickly.”

“I… don’t know? I didn’t try anything in particular, but it wouldn’t be the first time Frey does stuff through me, right? I remember you said you’d like a little warning before she tried more magic tricks on you, but…”

“Yeah, screw that. If she’s helping me get rid of this pain, she can do whatever she wants.” Grace sighed into her pillow with deep, deep relief. “God, I was scared I wouldn’t be able to walk. Bless you two…”

Alice slowly began to sit up, waking up and wincing at her own sore legs. “Did I hear that right? A magic massage?”

I smiled. “Shall I?”

Alice smiled bashfully at me. “Please?”

After Alice came Sarah, and after her I went to check up on Mila and Diana. Both were awake and gladly accepted my offer for a leg massage. By the time I was done it was almost 6:00 pm. All the girls were on their feet, and though still tired, they were willing to get out there and explore what the resort had to offer.

“Sorry to be so obvious, but I want to check out the bars,” Diana said. “I know they have one in the hotel and another one outdoors. I want to see what they’re like.”

“I want to check out the river before it gets too dark,” Sarah said. “Supposedly, it’s wide and with a gentle enough current that you can swim in it.”

“I… I want to go with you, but what if I trip again?” Noelle said.

“Then you’ll fear ever walking again,” Sarah told her. “Come on. It wasn’t bad enough to worry so much. Also, the terrain should be less rocky here.”

Noelle giggled. “Okay, you’re right. Let’s go.”

“I read in the website that they have a spa,” Mila said. “The pictures looked good but I won’t believe it until I see it.”

“I’ll be the nerd and check out the library,” Grace said. “I want to see if it’s nice enough to steal ideas from for the one at Oliver’s house.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea in itself,” Alice said. “I’ll go with you.”

“I want to see the gym,” I said. “I don’t want to skip my Saturday routine if I can help it.”

“Look at you, being a jock,” Sarah teased.

“If anything, today was a good reminder not to lack off,” I said. “What do you say we come back here in half an hour, change into our swimsuits and then go to the hot springs together?”

We all agreed and we left the cabin, goin our separate ways little by little.

I asked at the front desk where the gym was and if it was available to use. They told me it was on the first floor and that it was available to all guests from 8:00 am to 8:00 pm. Good.

I went to check it out, expecting it to be empty at this hour. It wasn’t. He wasn’t working out, but Mr. Carlos was inside, likely checking out the place just like I was going to. He was inspecting one of the leg press machines when he noticed me.

“Ah. Oliver, my boy,” he said smiling at me, His booming voice restrained by the general silence of the area. “You came to inspect the equipment as well?”

I nodded. “I never feel good skipping a day. I guess the routine is engraved in me by now.”

“That’s good. Motivation is momentary. Discipline is what truly gets you results. That applies to everything, not just exercise.”

“You didn’t have any troubles on the way here, I hope?”

“None at all, thankfully. We took our time.”

I began to pace around the room, looking at the machines. There weren’t many, but there were at least two of everything you’d need. it wasn’t a big, professional gym, after all. Just a place to get a workout in. In fact, they were missing some of the heavier dumbbells, but it was fine.

“...”

I began to feel uncomfortable when I noticed Mr. Carlos’ eyes following me without saying anything. I tried to appear busy by checking the settings on the treadmill, but Mr. Carlos finally spoke after clearing his throat.

“Oliver, I need to apologize for before.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” I don’t know why I feigned ignorance. I guess I didn’t want to make him feel guilty about it, but I did know what he was going to say.

“My wife and I… We both gave at that older woman in your group weird looks. I’m very sorry. It was rude of us.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to fight the awkwardness in any way. “No, I understand it’s weird. She’s very important to me, so I don’t like it when people judge us, but it’s not like I don’t get where they’re coming from. We’re well aware, and… she’s very self-conscious about it. But it’s fine. Thank you, sir.”

“How did you meet her?” he asked, now in a more relieved, friendlier tone. He was trying to make conversation rather than question me.

I smiled. “Do you remember Maria? Your daughter’s boss at the coffee shop? Diana is Maria’s best friend. I met Diana through her.” It was true, in a way, and better than telling him I first saw her at a love hotel.

“Is that so?”

I nodded, and before things could get awkward again, I asked Mr. Carlos my own question. “How’s Fernanda doing, by the way? She looked well last time we were at work. She even showed me her sketches. They were amazing.”

Mr. Carlos’ face lit up. “She’s doing better, and I thank God every day for it. I believe she’s sleeping a little better, and she’s taken up the pencil again after a big slump. She’s…” Mr. Carlos sighed heavily. “She’s going through a heavy depression, my boy. We try, but we don’t know how to help her.”

My chest hurt. I kinda had an idea that was the case, but he had just confirmed it. “Why not try therapy? Is she against it?”

“We tried. We got unlucky and went to a terrible psychiatrist. We’re afraid trying again will make things worse.”

“...” Okay, yeah, that’s fucking awful. Picking a random doctor and getting the worst draw would totally put you off trying again. Ah, but… “I… I know a psychiatrist if you’re willing to try again. He’s the father of one of my girlfriends, though, so if you don’t trust me on this, I totally understand. That said, I’ve talked to him at length and he helped me realize some important things about my own anxiety. I know it’s anecdotal experience, but I’d say he’s pretty good.”

Mr. Carlos pursed his lips, crossed his arms and looked down. “Would you give me the number of the place he works at? I’ll talk about it with my wife and daughter.”

Shit, I didn’t have it, but I did have Mr. West’s personal number. “I’ll text him and ask him to give it to me. I’ll send it to you when he does if you give me your number.”

“Yes, of course.”

Kind of funny to think that I’d known Mr. Carlos for a while and yet I was only now exchanging contact info with him. But I suppose we were only just acquaintances then.

“Thank you, Oliver.” Mr. Carlos grimaced. “I’m very sorry for all this. I shouldn’t be burdening a young man with my problems.”

“It’s not a burden, sir. There’s not much I can do, but I’d like to help if I can.”

“And I’m ever grateful for it, my boy. If there’s anything I can help you with, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“...” I knew how it was to feel indebted to someone and not knowing how to repay it. Not that I was doing anything big for Mr. Carlos, but I did have one thing I wanted to ask him. “Actually, I’ll be moving to my own place soon and I want to have a gym in it. Can you think of what kind of things I should keep in mind when building one?”

Mr. Carlos’ face lit up again. We sat down one two of the machines and talked for a while, with him giving me plenty of advice. Mr. Carlos really is a good man.