Aimless Ascension

NSFW/implicit

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"Quit acting like a virgin maiden," Saarya said impatiently, "I don't have all day."

I was completely out of my depth as I heard her. I thought about acting cool, but it was immensely hard to do that when you're red like a tomato. And worse of all, my manhood wasn't making it any easier.

Saarya narrowed her eyes at me as if assessing my body language.

"Don't tell me," she was stunned as a grin spread on her lips, "you're a virgin."

"No," I said almost immediately. I lost the battle there, not to mention the tone wasn't even enough to convince myself, much less someone else.

Saarya wasn't laughing at me for my blunder, but that grin stuck to her lips the whole time led me to groan out in frustration.

"Fine," I said, gritting my teeth. "I'm a virgin. What of it?"

"Nothing," Saarya said, still with that smile. "I just thought it was funny."

"What's funny about it?" I croaked, glowering at her. "I'm not that old, only eighteen. . ."

My voice trailed off, knowing I wasn't convincing anything with that argument, only made it harder for me.

"Well, I can pretty easily foresee you being a ladies' man," Saarya said, tucking on my shoulder. "Never took you for a virgin with how you flirt with me occasionally. And I was a figure of high regard to you, several times older than you. I wonder how you act around other girls."

I simply snorted, hiding my face.

The thing was that if I found something funny or sharp, I couldn't keep that inside myself. Sometimes they were outright rude, sometimes they could be interpreted as flirtatious.

Besides, I was mostly alone in this forsaken hell, with nobody important to talk to. So when I got into the good graces of a woman such as herself, I had to pull everything to impress her. Not to mention, she was breathtakingly attractive to me.

"Fine," Saarya said at last, "taking your virgin heart into consideration, you don't have to remove your pants. I'll just tire myself a little more with the cleansing light. No big deals."

I bit my lips, couldn't agree to strip down anymore. So I let her do whatever she pleased, which was to let her stroke my legs over the clothes on.

It was still enough to send a shiver down my spine, while my manhood stood like the pillar of heaven. Another demerit of being a slave, you'll never get to relieve yourself properly.

That's why events like rape and prostitution were oddly frequent among the slaves.

Saarya was done cleaning my lower legs. She asked me to stand up, so she would have an easier time cleansing me.

I abided her, even though I stood before her like the most awkward man in the universe, even to this day. She simply ignored the tent in my groins and get to her work. Her palm touched the back of my thigh, sending shivers through the touch and the cleansing light, which was more soothing than anything I would say.

She moved onto my hips and I gritted my teeth to keep on standing straight. When done with my back, she came in front of me and crouched. She barely touched my thigh, and I couldn't endure it anymore.

I lunged at her, grunting through my gritted teeth. I held her strongly with my arms, catching her off guard before both of us tumble on the ground. Although I have seen Saarya showing a varied estimation of physical strength, she was soft and tender to my touch.

As I fell on top of her, she only made a whimper of surprise. I hadn't injured her in any way, not that I would ever laud this kind of behaviour of mine.

She whimpered in surprise once when I jumped at her. And she whimpered again when I sealed her lips with mine.

I didn't know what got into me, but I kissed her so roughly, as if I was starving for ages. On the ground, I held her in one place and sucked the lights out of her lips, as sweetness and everything I ever wanted blossomed inside of me.

Saarya was flabbergasted at first about what to do. She whimpered into my mouth, unable to struggle out of my grasp at first. She hadn't protested when I kissed her so violently and seemed to ask if returned the favour a little on her part as well.

But that was merely a couple of seconds. Or simply my misinterpretation.

After that, it was merely me playing with her lips rigidly.

Only then did the things I had done come to me. It came like a wrecking ball in my direction as I remove my lips from hers as she looked at me, with not-so-humanly eyes.

"Are you done?" she asked, her voice neutral.

I didn't have anything in me to answer. I got off her and stood with a remorseful look in my eyes.

"I'm sorry. . ." My voice trailed off as I repeated those words again. I was literally screaming inside with the urge to hit my head against the stone wall.

Saarya's eyes narrowed on me for an extended period of time, and then she regained her softness again, though I couldn't say what It didn't change anything between us.

"Don't be," she said with a sigh. "I'm profoundly older than you, and this is a failure on my part. I might have given you the wrong signal the way I converse with you, and that. . ."

"I'm sorry," I repeated. "However you may have acted didn't reflect on how. . . what I did just now. Punish me in whatever way you deem it necessary. . . just don't. . . don't leave me."

Saarya didn't say anything, just stared at me for a long, before she came forward and finished what she had started. She cleansed all the filth and stench of me, albeit more awkwardly than before.

Done with everything, she considered me. "I'll come tomorrow to teach you to gain your prestige."

She left me with those words. It took a moment for me to recognise the words I said, as I was sure she would leave me to my devices after what I did.

I leapt into the air and crashed down onto the ground, my palm on my chest.