[…lations!!!]
[You have received a hidden reward for resisting Sex!]
[The system has deemed you worthy!]
[NEURAL CHAT decoded into the system]
Instantly, the pain stopped.
"Hello, Devon. I am Neural Chat. I communicate with you through your thoughts. Any command, question, or opinion you have can be shared with just your mind."
"This is awesome, but can you read my thoughts now?"
"Yes, I can. But I don't control your actions.
I'm just an assistant to guide you toward your destiny. I can't control your mind, even if you think I might try."
"Haha, it's only natural to think that," Devon said as he walked toward his room.
As he reached the door, a soft creak revealed bright light. Luxurious Astral lamps glowed, illuminating Miranda dressed in black. She wore a black corset that ended at her ribcage, a black belt, a short mini skirt, a cowboy hat, and boots. She lay on the bed in a seductive pose.
Devon stepped inside and froze, captivated by the sight. The room smelled of a deep floral fragrance that could enchant any man.
Miranda called to him in a sultry voice. "My big hero is back. Ready for your reward?" She lifted one leg, revealing her smooth, bare thighs.
Devon's body reacted instantly. His pulse quickened, a warm rush spreading through him. His emotions swirled with surprise, desire, and curiosity, his senses overwhelmed by her curves, the shimmer of her skin under the lamplight, and the intoxicating floral scent pulling him closer. His eyes locked on her, and his erection grew, pressing hard against his trousers.
Miranda purred, "I've been a bad girl. I left boot tracks on the floor."
Devon glanced down and saw faint marks on the floor.
His arousal intensified, his focus sharpening as she turned onto her stomach, her round ass partially exposed, the mini skirt teasingly high.
Devon wasn't patient. He walked toward the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of the games he and this 40-year-old seductress must have played to make her so bold.
Even without clear memories, the idea stoked his desire, imagining heated moments where she surrendered to him.
Her scent hit him like a wave: citrus and flowers with a hint of amber. It consumed him, urging him to free his cock and take her right then.
The air felt charged, wrapping him in her essence.
The system HUD appeared, but Devon spoke in his mind. "No need to explain. I know: three sessions, all those rules," he thought.
Miranda spoke with emotion, looping her lasso around his neck. Straddling him, she said, "I couldn't manage the house, knowing you might be in danger." She pulled his head to her chest. His hands instinctively grabbed her ass, squeezing gently, feeling the firm warmth beneath his fingers.
"You care about me that much?" Devon asked, breathing in her scent from her neck, the citrusy musk sending a shiver through him.
"Of course, my dear Devon. How could I not, after everything we've shared?" she replied, grinding against him slowly, her hips rolling, pressing her heat against his straining erection, building a sweet ache.
"I didn't realize," Devon said, his tone serious.
"Quiet, she playfully taps his head. let me enjoy this, You know how it always excites me." She freed one breast, guiding the nipple to his mouth. He sucked eagerly, his tongue circling the hard peak, tasting her flesh, the real arousal was the result under his pants. his hand kneaded her other breast, feeling its weight spill over his palm.
"That's it, my young lord. Suck my nipple. Ooou, yes— mmmh!" she moaned, her voice needy. "Squeeze harder."
"I'm glad you're here, but you've been acting odd since you returned," she said.
"Have I?" Devon replied, parting her ass cheeks, smirking at the wet sound of her pussy.
The slick noises confirmed her desire, coating his fingers as he explored.
"Only if she knew," he thought.
"No matter. It must have been a tough fight, but I'm here to care for you now, Feel how naughty I've been." She guided his hand to her bare, shaved, throbbing pussy.
It was hot and dripping, her folds slick under his touch. He traced her wet slit, finding her clit, circling it slowly, then pressing harder, feeling it pulse.
She moaned softly, her body arching, hips pushing against his hand as pleasure rippled through her.
'I can't mess this up, even if I don't remember her. I have to play along,' Devon thought.
"I missed you, Miranda," he said, tasting her sweetness on his fingers, the tangy flavor making his cock throb.
Miranda grinned playfully, tightening the lasso around his neck. "I know you want to lick me down there, You usually would have done it by now." She slid off him, lying on her back, legs spread, her mini skirt hiked up to reveal her glistening pussy, lips parted invitingly.
She was right. Devon's erection ached, desperate to ravish her. Her floral scent, the black corset and skirt, and her fresh, wet arousal drove him wild. He was ready, his body buzzing with need.
"You're so wet," he said, voice low, eyes fixed on her slick folds.
She pulled the lasso, drawing him into a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing in a hungry, wet dance, the taste of her nipple lingering on his lips.
"Pull my hair, Devon," she said, gripping the lasso.
He tugged her hair, tilting her head back, nipping her neck, making her gasp.
"Call me your slut, Devon, or have you found another?" she teased, turning her head in mock sadness, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
He lifted her chin, locking eyes. "You're my slut."
Her face lit up, a sly smile spreading.
"Really?"
"Yes," Devon said, roughly freeing her other breast from the corset, pinching the nipple until she whimpered.
"Kiss me again," she demanded.
Their mouths crashed together, tongues swirling, the kiss raw and primal, teeth grazing lips, hands roaming heated skin.
She pushed him onto his back and, without warning, took his balls in her mouth, sucking gently, then harder, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin, sending shocks of pleasure through him.
"My poor boy, I can tell you didn't enjoy Valia," she purred.
Schlupp!
Her mouth enveloped his cock, taking nearly its full length. "That's why I'm here now."