I kept sucking on my stepmother's nipple with fervor, hoping her milk would soon flow.
Suddenly, my mind drifted to the pattern of the quests so far. Every time a quest appeared, it always seemed linked to my own desires—whether I was conscious of them or not.
Like when I decided to get revenge on someone, a revenge quest immediately popped up, as if pushing me to commit fully with no turning back.
By following my desires and succeeding, I would get a reward. A simple system, though there were things I needed to be mindful of, like penalties and special notes. It was just my theory, but it probably wasn't far from the truth.
While I was focused on her breast, Delilah, still under the influence of the potion, kept writhing uncontrollably. One of her hands kept frantically rubbing her pussy, her fingers plunging in and out of her soaked slit. Her other hand groped for my cock, then unconsciously guided it towards her open mouth.
