The attention to your body is endless and uncontrollable. It’s only a matter of time before you can’t take anymore. As you finally find release, your body spasms uncontrollably and you scream your pleasure. Waves of pure pleasure ripple up and down the insides of your skin, every muscle contracting in turn. Your eyes shut immediately as you ride the waves and finger your madly, bringing yourself down slowly and comfortably.
The peace of your orgasm is broken when you hear an audible sound of disappointment. You open your eyes and see the faces of a bunch of depressed dryads. Only now does it hit you that you have failed to learn the art of the sex battle.
“If this had been a real battle,” one dryad says, “you would most likely be at their mercy by now. Part of the battle is to get your opponent to orgasm before she can focus her energy into something destructive. Still, you’ve learned a lot and have nearly mastered the basics.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, your head still woozy from the effects of your orgasm. “I’ve just never been brought to such heights before.”
“That is so sad!” another dryad says. “We dryads are pleasure-filled creatures and can’t understand how you have never felt such pleasure.”
“I’ll try again,” you reluctantly say, believing that another chance will see you make it to the end.
“Are you sure you want to?” another dryad cautions. “If you do learn this skill, you will have opened yourself to all kinds of horrible fates. Wouldn’t you rather just go home?”
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