[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 722 & 723. (Patreon)

Chapter 722: Overwhelming reaction.

Fern sank on my cock and began to bounce. They were simple up and down movements, and also just a bit clumsy as she brought her whole weight down on me without exactly meaning to. Luckily, I like it and I can take it. Not to mention that watching her boobs bounce with her added a hell of a lot to the experience.

I put my hands on her legs and caressed her thick thighs. Then, as she got tired from bouncing, I took over the work by thrusting up into her. Fern kept grinning, leaning forward and supporting herself with her hands on my chest.

“Mmm! Oliver…! I love it! Does my pussy feel good?”

“It’s amazing,” I told her. “It’s sucking me in so deep.”

She licked her lips again. “I can feel your cum inside me. It’s like I’m getting drunk...”

I thrust in slow and hard, holding her hips in place as I did. Soon enough, Fern came again, falling on top of me. She kissed my face even as her body trembled. I rolled us over, getting Fern on her back and me on top of her. I kissed her, licking her lips and moving her bangs out of her sweaty forehead.

“Again…” she muttered in between kisses. “Doggy…”

Again. “Turn around,” I said, getting off her.

I watched her turn, get on all fours and point her butt towards me. Her pussy shone with her juices and a bit of my cum leaked out of it. It was arousing, exciting. Five orgasms and she still wanted more.

I held her hips and rammed my cock inside her, and the moment I did an idea came to mind.

I remember the other girls describing sex with me as an addictive drug, and the ones with previous experience agreed it was on a totally different level than normal sex. I suppose we had grown accustomed to it, but Fern was experiencing not just sex, but magic-enhanced sex as her very first time. 

…

She could very well be actually getting drunk on pleasure. Magically-induced pleasure. Maybe. I was 100% sure there was nothing harmful happening because there was no way Frey would allow it, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t be careful.

Instead of going fast again, I slowed down a lot. I made up for it by lowering myself and aiming for a higher spot inside her, confirming a good one when she let out a drawn-out groan of pleasure. 

I gently caressed her ass, mostly because I couldn't hold myself back, but I made sure to slow down the pace. I slid in and out of her, aiming for that good spot. Fern’s loud moans became softer, almost like purring. She raised her ass and lowered her chest, putting her head on a pillow.

“Yes… Yesss…” she muttered.

Another orgasm rocked her body, only this one was smaller, gentler. It weakened her legs and had her lay on her stomach.

“So good…” she said, breathing deeply. “Again…”

“In a moment, okay? I need to go to the bathroom.” I kissed her cheek and got off the bed.

Fern watched me go with a loving smile, still squirming, but I noticed her eyelid slowly closing.

In the bathroom, I did take the opportunity to pee and clean my dick, but mostly I needed to buy some time. Time for Fern to come down from that high. I could be natural, not magical in nature at all. But I still wanted to be careful. I wanted to see if she’d cool down after a bit of rest.

Don’t get me wrong, though. If this is how she is, I’m happy to accept her. It’s not my ability to match her libido that worries me, but the possibility that this might be an extreme reaction to otherworldly pleasure. After all, I have gotten more proficient at sex and sexual energy control.

I went back after five minutes and found Fern still in the same position left her. Her eyes were closed, her smile was wide and she was breathing softly, fast asleep.

I smiled and covered her with the bed sheets, worried she might catch a cold from the heat of her body and the sweat cooling her off.

I sat on the bed next to her, took my phone and looked at the time. 4:40 pm. We got here at 4:00 pm, so we still had over two hours left. If I took Fern home after this and then went back to mine, I’d be arriving there a little past 9:00 pm. I think that’s reasonable. I don’t have a curfew anymore, but I don’t want to be the type of boyfriend who gets home late just because.

Besides, tomorrow is a big day for all of us.

I sent the group chat a text, asking how everything was going.

Diana answered with a picture I assume she took, one of Mila, Grace, Sarah, Alice and Noelle and in the pool.

-Diana: It’s hot, so we didn’t resist. Sorry you missed the inauguration.

-Oliver: It’s fine. Is everyone having fun?

-Diana: Yes, but probably not as much as you. Unless things are going south and that’s why you have time to text?

-Oliver: Fern is asleep right now. We’re at a hotel.

-Diana: Ah. Understandable. So it’s going well?

-Oliver: Yes. Very. I’m thinking of inviting her over for this Sunday, but I want to talk it over with everyone first.

-Diana: Good idea. Or ideas, really. Both of them.

-Oliver: Anything I should pick up on my way home?

A pause. Then…

-Diana: Noelle is craving chocolates, which led Sarah to admit she wants hamburgers, which made everyone else start craving hamburgers.

-Oliver: Chocolates and hamburgers, got it. Tell everyone to send their order and I’ll pick it up.

-Diana: As for me, I was all the dirty details later, okay?

-Oliver: I’ll see what I can do, but I don’t feel like pooping yet.

-Diana: This conversation is over.

-Oliver: Love you!

-Diana: I know. Love you too.

I left my phone on the nightstand, then lay on the bed to try and rest my eyes a bit, too. But, as usual, sex filled me with more energy than it drained, so I couldn’t sleep.

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Chapter 723: Feedback.

Fern stirred beside me some 15 minutes later. She groaned softly as she stretched her legs and shoulders under the sheets. She took her hand to her eyes and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before she found me next to her. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes again, like she was making sure I wasn’t an illusion.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her with a small smile.

“I feel… good. Very good,” she said, smiling back and slowly sitting up while keeping the bed sheets close to her chest. Once up, though, she looked down at herself and chuckled.

“There’s not much point to covering myself now, is there?”

“How you feel in the heat of the moment and after it are different things. If you feel un–”

I didn’t even finish my sentence and Fern had already let the sheets fall. Again, it could just be her being genuinely comfortable around me, but I needed to make sure it wasn’t something else.

“Sorry to ask again, but how are you feeling? Anything out of the ordinary? Anything weird? Maybe… magical in nature?”

“Ah.” Fern understood. She turned her head up to the ceiling, then down at herself. She touched her own body, her hips, her waist, her boobs. She touched her own forehead and licked her lips. She breathed deep a couple of times, then turned to me again with a shake of her head.

“No, nothing weird. Well, not now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I… think I did go a little overboard just now. Um… It might sound weird, but thank you for stopping even though I kept asking for more. I really was getting overwhelmed but didn’t want to stop…”

“And you don’t think there was anything magical about it?”

“Magical? Oh, for sure. Magic-related? I… don’t think so? I mean, you did say you have… abilities regarding your, um… sexual prowess, right? I think you just… knew exactly what to do, and everything you did felt… amazing.” She giggled.

I let out a sigh of relief, leaned in and gave Fern a kiss on the forehead. “Thank god. I got worried something might have happened.”

Fern smiled wryly. “I take it my reaction wasn’t… normal?”

“Kind of? Normally, the others need at least a short break after two or three orgasms. You went for six and still wanted more.”

“I’ve… always been one to obsess over the things I like. When I find something I’m into, I do it for like two weeks straight.” She smiled shyly. “M-Maybe it translated here?”

I crossed my arms and pondered. Maybe it wasn’t that the magic affected her, but rather that the sexual energy reacted with her own quirks and… enhanced them? Could that happen?

“Could be,” I said. I turned to look at her and smiled. “It was really hard to stop myself, though. That was really fun, Fern. It felt great for me, too.”

Fern smiled brightly. She took a deep breath and went quiet for a long moment before she spoke again. “It’s weird though. I… I can’t tell if this is or isn’t what I expected. No, scratch that. It’s definitely not what I expected. What I mean is…” She sighed. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, go ahead.” I told her, nodding encouragingly. “I want to hear it.”

She smiled back. “This will sound stupid, but I always thought that… once I had sex for the first time, my whole worldview would change. Like I’d open the grates of truth and understand things that were a mystery to me.” She chuckled. “I’m exaggerating, but I did believe things would be clearer when I stopped being a virgin.”

“And?”

“Well… The only thing that’s any clearer now than before is that I really like sex,” she said, giggling. “Or at least, sex with you, because… My only frame of reference is masturbating on my own, but I still feel confident saying that, whatever this was, wasn’t normal. I’ve never felt my brain turn to mush like that, never felt my heart beat so loudly, never felt like I was burning from the inside out and loving every second of it. In that sense, this was WAY, WAAAY more than I was expecting, and I was expecting a lot.”

I chuckled. “Glad I could deliver. And I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re finally feeling more comfortable with all this stuff. With me in particular.”

Fern swallowed and grimaced. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t sure what I…”

“I’m not blaming you, Fern. I understand. It’s just… It’s more fun when we don’t have to second guess our every move, don’t you think?”

Fern smirked. “Yeah. I… I liked how you touched me, and I liked it everywhere.” She shivered and looked down at her chest. “My boobs in particular. I’ve always liked pinching my nipples, but this was different. Um… W-What do you think I could do better?”

I was about to tell her to ‘just focus on having fun and feeling good,’ but she looked at me with eyes I understood well. Particularly well. She looked at me with the eyes of an artist, one who had reached the level of competence in something to start understanding how little they truly know.

Really, Fern was a lot like me. She wasn’t comfortable just letting things be. She wanted to actively improve, only this time…

“I’m already feeling crazy good. It’s not fair if I don’t put in the effort to make it better for you, too,” she said.

I never expected I’d be giving concrete feedback on sex, but… Communication is key, folks.

“You’re already getting the hang of kissing, but try to focus on what the other person is doing, too. It’s easier to match our movements that way. Also… You have insanely flexible hips. You could…” I coughed to clear my throat and push through the embarrassment of saying this stuff out loud. “You could use them more when riding on top…”

“Got it.” Funnily enough, Fern committed the feedback to memory without a drop of shame. “And… how long do we have left here?”

“A little under two hours,” I told her.

She nodded. “Let me go to the bathroom and… you’ll help me put all that stuff into practice, okay?” she said, grinning sultrily.

“I’d be happy to.”