The sensation is gentle, and delicate, but relentless.
Every time she licks you, you feel a gentle surge of heat and tingling where her tiny pink tongue has hungrily lapped. Her mouth is providing an amazing amount of saliva, which she happily spreads over the front of your cock-head, anywhere she can reach. Her thin-looking arms are working constantly, lifting her up to lick near your crown, and then work their way up to the slit, gently mashing her minute but impressive mammaries around your shaft, than your crown, then your shaft.
Her body feels hot against your cock. Her pale skin has turned almost uniformly a light rosy pink with effort and desire, and you can feel her hot sweat as she glides her body up and down the top of your shaft. And everywhere her saliva touches feels warm, and oh so right.
Finally, there's her pussy, which is the most supernaturally moist part of all, as a clear and viscous ooze seeps steadily from her innermost depths. With every hoist of her torso up your crown, she rubs her cunt against your shaft. With every gentle downward slide, she arches her back to show you her tight ass and a peek of her tiny pink nest, and lets a tiny rivulet of her juices simply drip down your shaft.
Soon, the hair at your root is positively glistening with her fluids. The smell is amazingly intense, like a powerful perfume. As you breathe it in, you start finding it difficult to stand. You want just to lie down and let the nymph feed on your arousal, drive your lust gently up into unexplored heights, like a helium baloon floating into the clouds, beyond all sight of land.
You do your best to gently walk to your bedroom, having difficulties due to the slow, drug-like assault on your sex and your mind. You manage to pull off your socks with your feet, and pull off your shirt, to lie gently on your bed, totally naked.
As you lie down, the nymph clambers around your cock to avoid being pinned between your member and your abdomen, and sits for a moment straddling the 'underside'. She looks astounding: her bruises and scrapes gone, and her hair defies gravity slightly, as though it has life of it's own.
She looks at you with a wanton open-mouth smile, her eyes heavy-lidded and slightly glassed, as she rocks her mound back and forth over your cock, her tongue lolling at you. Her juices run hot and freely, and your cock gives a jerk with the sudden pleasure.
She slides her torso down, over her juices, using her body to spread them down as she moves back to lick your head. You're starting to slowly pump pre-cum, and she hungrily laps it up, spreading the thick substance mixed with her saliva over the head of your cock.
She feeds on you all night, slowly, deliberately, torturously. Milking your body for all the lubricant it can produce. You build up to orgasm time and time again, only to find release in an achingly slow seeping of your semen to where the nymph hungrily sucks it up, pasting her face shamelessly with your sticky white essence, letting it smear over hear breasts, never drying because of her own juices. She is insatiable, and relentless, slowly milking you for as much lubricant and semen that your beleaguered body can produce.
The first light of dawn registers dimly on your consciousness, which has all but closed in on your relentless sex-fuelled tormentress, and the pure erotic pleasure of the past several hours. At long last, she stops her relentless feeding, but her saliva and juices still tingle warmly. She climbs off your cock, and pads gently across your stomach to your chest. Her upper-torso is coated in a thin layer of your semen. She smiles at you watching her, and she grasps a cum-streaked breast and claws at her lewdly spread folds for your benefit, giggling. You manage to muster enough energy to smile.
She walks up, and nudges your chin for you to lay your head back. She climbs up your chin and steps over your lips, to sit down in front of your nostrils. The last thing you remember, before the intoxicating smell of her pussy sends you spiraling into ecstatic delirium, is her bending over to kiss you on the forehead, her perfect breasts hanging too close to focus in front of your eyes.
That was when your life changed. |