Saga of The Night God

Aldeaide asked with an amused smile, "Is my pet going to lick me?"

Erwin didn't answer and focused on targeting the red glowing spot on her vagina. 'This will be the last time she is calling me a pet,'

Thoughts swirled in his mind, fueled by a potent mix of desire and revenge. This would mark the ultimate turning point, the last time she dared to belittle him with that pet name.

The system functions are now at his useable once again. The sex counter, a tool of exquisite torment, beckoned him. Adealiade's count stood at a tantalizing 24, but Erwin had no intention of allowing her release. He would push her to the brink, her body trembling with need, yet denying her that sweet release, to reclaim his power and dominance.

In this wicked game of pleasure and control, Erwin relished the anticipation, knowing that with each touch, each maddening stroke, Aldeaide's desire would heighten to an unbearable crescendo until she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy, teeming with unfulfilled longing.

Erwin's tongue contacted with the lower end of her vagina, and with slow and deliberate stroke it move upward. As he moved upward, he intensified the pressure, a deliberate dance of sensation designed to awaken every nerve ending within her.

Her thighs instinctively tried to close, seeking to capture the intoxicating pleasure Erwin was delivering, but his firm hands denied her that respite. Her hips lifted from the couch, as if Erwin's tongue had lifted her, carrying her to new heights of pleasure.

Erwin's lips curled into a devilish smile, his eyes shimmering with mischief as he leaned in closer to Adelaide. His voice dripped with a taunting edge as he began, "my dear Professor, how you crave the touch that only I can provide. Like a bitch in a heat."

Adelaide's gaze sharpened, a flicker of defiance awakening within her. She retorted, her voice laced with a challenge, "Is that your feeble attempt to provoke me, Erwin? A pitiful charade that only reveals your own perverse desires."

Erwin's confidence grew, fueled by Adelaide's defiance. He reveled in their verbal dance, knowing full well the power his words held over her. "Ah, my delectable temptress, you mistake my intentions. I freely admit to my deviant inclinations, for they are the key that unlocks your deepest desires."

Adelaide's eyes blazed, her voice imbued with a mixture of frustration and defiance. "You may revel in your wickedness, Erwin, but do not mistake my strength for weakness. I am not a pawn to be manipulated by your base desires."

Erwin's smirk widened, a glimmer of triumph shining in his eyes. With audacity, he extended his hand, revealing the evidence of her undeniable pleasure. "Oh, my dear Professor, the proof is in these intoxicating traces of your ecstasy. Deny it all you want, but your body speaks a truth that words cannot mask."

Erwin eagerly returned to his task, his mouth once again exploring the depths of her thighs. As he indulged in his intimate pursuit, a thought crossed his mind, causing a cringe to ripple through his being. 'What the fuck was that conversation? So cringy,' he silently pondered, momentarily distracted from the intensity of the moment.

However, the allure of their desires quickly consumed him, erasing any lingering discomfort. He refocused his attention on Adelaide's vagina.

Erwin continued his intimate exploration, parting Adelaide's wet folds to reveal her inner pink skin. Her anticipation was evident as her pink hole opened and closed, yearning for Erwin's tongue. 'Her pink hole is practically waving a 'Welcome' sign at me. Time to give it the VIP treatment.'

With a calculated movement, Erwin pressed his tongue against her inner skin, slowly teasing her pink hole. Adelaide's body reacted instantly, arching in pleasure and releasing a passionate moan.

"ahhh." As the sensations intensified, Erwin's tongue delved deeper, encountering a soft bump along the way. Adelaide's body tensed once again, her hands gripping Erwin's hair as he attempted to prevent her thighs from squeezing his head. 

Erwin's hands moved with purpose, exerting a firm pressure to keep Adelaide's thighs at bay.

'I'll make her body sing a symphony of pleasure, hitting all the right notes with my talented tongue.' His tongue traced along the delicate contours, teasing the mysterious bump with delicate flicks. Adelaide's moans grew more urgent, her body responding to the tantalizing pleasure coursing through her.

Erwin focused his attention on that sensitive spot, alternating between gentle strokes and more intense pressure. With each touch, the sensations intensified, pushing Adelaide closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Adelaide's grip on Erwin's hair tightened, her body responding instinctively to the mounting pleasure. Her thighs quivered with the desire to envelop his head, to exert her own form of dominance over him. 'Erwin, you're the sneakiest player in this pleasure battle. But mark my words, I won't let you win that easily.'

Erwin struggled to control her thighs as Adelaide's strength proved to be more than he anticipated. The desire to bury his face between her thighs was overwhelming, but he resisted, knowing that losing this battle would mean she had the upper hand. Determined not to be outdone, Erwin sought a way to increase his strength in the shortest possible time, all while his tongue continued to wiggle inside her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

As Erwin continued his intimate exploration, a realization struck him. He remembered that he had attribute points at his disposal, and without a second thought, he decided to invest half of them into increasing his strength.

[Strength: 5 → 10]

With a sudden surge of newfound strength, Erwin's hands confidently gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly and pinning her back to the couch. In this vulnerable position, her legs spread in the air, she couldn't help but feel a surge of vulnerability and excitement. Adelaide's body quivered with a mix of anticipation and hesitation. 

Her breasts, now larger and more prominent, rested on her stomach, their weight adding to the electrifying sensations coursing through her. The tips of her nipples, hardened and sensitive, stood proudly, begging for attention. They were aching to be teased, kissed, and drawn into the game of pleasure unfolding before them.

Her thighs trembled, caught between a desire to resist and a longing to surrender. Her stomach tightened with a mix of nerves and desire, accentuating the sensual contours of her body. Each breath she took seemed to intensify the sensations, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

She glanced at Erwin, his tantalizing tongue delving inside her, while his mocking eyes stirred her anger. However, the overwhelming sensation rendered her unable to act, so she redirected her focus on surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure that enveloped her.

Adelaide's gaze flickered between Erwin's eyes and the raw power he exerted over her. She was caught between the boundaries of her own desires and the allure of the moment. The warmth and wetness between her thighs betrayed her, a testament to the pleasure that awaited her.

Adelaide's gaze shifted downward, her eyes captivated by the sight of her own intimate folds. The pink, glistening petals of her vagina were moist with desire, their delicate texture beckoning for touch and exploration. As Erwin's tongue navigated the intricate contours, a tingling sensation spread through her, heightening her awareness of every nerve ending within.

'Why am I just lying here, allowing him to consume me?' she questioned, her thoughts tinged with frustration. 'I'm stronger than this. I want to take charge, to show him my own power.'

Yet, the undeniable truth remained—Erwin's touch ignited a fire within her, a primal response she couldn't ignore. Each gentle movement of his tongue set her ablaze, eroding her resistance and heightening her desire.

Her body betrayed her hesitations, pulsating and clenching in rhythm with his actions, driving her ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Amidst the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a soft whimper escaped her lips, mingling with the undeniable pleasure that consumed her.

'I...I shouldn't want this, but it feels so good,' she whispered to herself, caught between surrender and resistance.

As the sensations intensified, Adelaide's body trembled on the brink of climax. The pleasure surged through her, threatening to engulf her completely. Her breath came in ragged gasps as Erwin's tongue skillfully explored her depths.

Just when she thought she couldn't bear the anticipation any longer, Erwin abruptly ceased his ministrations. The abrupt halt left Adelaide in a state of frustrated longing, her body craving the release that was denied.

Confusion and need warred within her. Her eyes locked with Erwin's, searching for an explanation, but his face revealed nothing.

"Why did you stop?" she managed to speak through gritted teeth, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

Erwin's casual shrug only intensified her anger. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to unleash her pent-up fury.

Adelaide's folds glistened, their moist, delicate texture reflecting her heightened desire. A tingling sensation radiated from her intimate core, each nerve ending awakened and yearning for more. Her breasts heaved, nipples hardened with anticipation, begging for the touch that had abruptly ceased.

The absence of Erwin's tongue left her craving, her body pulsating and clenching with a frustrating ache. Her intimate depths throbbed, throbbing with a demanding need that remained unfulfilled.

Confusion and longing clashed within her, written across her flushed and perspiring skin. Her body, a canvas of desire, exhibited the physical manifestation of her frustration. Adelaide's eyes, blazing with a mix of longing and anger, locked onto Erwin's, silently demanding answers.

In response, Erwin's hand traversed the contours of her thighs and buttocks, adding fuel to the raging fire within her. The touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, each caress stoking the flames of her desire.

"Do you want to orgasm?" he asked, his words laced with command. "Then say, that you are my pet."

Adelaide's body trembled with conflicting emotions, her intimate core throbbing with a desperate ache. The choice beckoned her, an enticing yet perilous path between surrender and asserting her own power.