Legacy World 4.28 Trouble For Vanora?

After the incubi left, Vlad rushed back to Vanora's side to find Vanora barely conscious. Her breathing was ragged, there was a little frown, and her face was flushed, but she appeared knocked out. She opened her eyes soon after he appeared by her side, though.

When she made eye contact with him, she beamed like she had met her saviour. Her trembling hand reached up to touch his cheek. From that, he could tell that the sedative effect was wearing off.

"Damn it, what am I to do with you…?" He groaned.

His power of sloth told him exactly what she was drugged with, and that the only cure was sexual gratification. Depending on how much aphrodisiac had entered her system and how concentrated it was, it would affect how many orgasms she would have to reach before its effect wore off. After fantasizing so much, this was the perfect chance for him to have her. She was even going for him by herself. This may even be the only chance he would ever get!

He held onto her raised hand and kissed her palm, drawing a soft giggle out of her. However, an image of her disappointed and crying face flashed in his mind, and made him freeze. /She'd hate it. I can't do this./

He breathed in deep then sighed. "Goddammit, you've really tamed the devil, huh." He mumbled against her palm. He turned to face her properly again. Studying her unfamiliar expression solidified his resolve. It would leave a bad taste in his mouth if he had her in this state.

The issue was that leaving her in this condition was not an option either. Her mind would continue to degrade. The more it degraded, the less chance of recovery even after the effect wore off. She would simply become a sex-crazed maniac.

Vanora's finger landed on Vlad's slightly pursed lips. When he did not respond, she stroked it while pouting, "Kiss..."

He gritted his teeth hard, then hugged her tightly. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "Trust me."

His lips landed on her earlobe, while fog gradually surrounded them.

Feather light kisses trailed from her ear, down her neck, across her collarbone, up the other side of her neck, across her jaw, then ended at her lips. The sensation made her shiver and gasp in anticipation and nervousness.

The whole time, Vanora loosely held onto his head with her fingers entangled in his hair. The moment his lips met hers, she kissed him like he was water in a desert. Having no experience, her kiss was sloppy and messy. She only knew that it felt good and that she wanted more of him.

Vlad wrestled back the control by licking, sucking and lightly biting her bottom lip. His tongue eventually slid into her mouth, caressing its inside and wrestling with her tongue.

“Ngh…” Vanora let out a throaty moan. His kiss stoked the flames of desire within her, so she relinquished control and let him lead.

Without breaking their intense kiss, he removed the towel and threw it to the side of the black bed that they were now on.

His fingers glided across her arms, to her hands that were at the back of his head. After he interlaced his fingers with hers, he brought her hands down to the soft small mounds on her chest. Through her hands, he massaged them well and teased its firm peaks, earning him a small cry of pleasure.

He guided one hand down to where it ached most and found it already dripping wet. She let out a sharp gasp.

"Hot damn…" He half whispered and half growled.

Her hips squirmed as he continued to use her finger to gently caress the lips of her honeypot.

Very soon, she whimpered to let her frustration be known.

In response, Vlad gently pushed her down onto the bed, rested on his elbow by her side, then whispered against her ear. “Slowly slide your finger in… Here...”

His hot breath tickled her ear and his hoarse whisper gave her shivers that ran down her neck.

While he pushed her finger into her sweet entrance, he nibbled and sucked on her earlobe.

“Ngah!” Vanora lew out a lewd sound that was between a moan and a gasp.

Vlad frowned as he tried his hardest to maintain his self-control. His lips left her earlobe to instruct her further, “Slide it in and out…”

In between raining kisses along and below her jaw, he continued guiding with his words, “You can... Explore... Inside… Find where… It feels best.”

He then insistently sucked on her neck, leaving behind dark red marks. Vanora’s erotic pants was all he could hear.

However, not long later, she groaned in frustration. Vanora had no experience with pleasuring herself. With her muddled mind only thinking about wanting to be taken down, she was even less capable of following instructions and learning something new.

"Vlad... I want you..." She whined and whimpered. Having recovered enough strength to move herself, she used her free hand to tug at his belt.

Vlad groaned deeply against her neck in response. /Fuck.../

He firmly held onto her hand before she ripped his belt off, then raised his head to look down into her eyes. Their eyes were equally filled with pent up sexual frustration and desire. "Be good, Vanora."

Understanding that she would unlikely be able to help herself reach the climax, he helped by gently rubbing and pinching the tiny mound above her honeypot.

The more he stimulated it, the more something built up within Vanora. She stopped fingering herself and hugged Vlad so tightly that their upper bodies were flushed against each other. The more the strange sensation built up within her, the more her nails dug into his back. Their pants and moans filled each other’s heads. Their breaths brushed against each other's ears.

Suddenly, she cried out in pleasure as waves of a pleasant and shocking sensation washed over her, and consumed her entire being. As good and satisfying as it was, her body craved for more of that pleasant release.

She bit his earlobe like he did to hers earlier, except a little rougher, then licked it once before whispering, “More…”

Listening to her soft sexy voice filled with yearning was so stimulating that it almost made him cum.

/Goddammit…/ He pried her body away from him, then crashed his lips onto hers without giving her a chance to complain about the sudden loss of his warmth on her body.

While he hungrily consumed her lips, his finger plunged deep into her honeypot.

“Mm!” She cried out through sealed lips. Since she had just orgasmed, everything felt more sensitive than it already was.

With how wet she was, his finger slid in and out smoothly. He skillfully located her sweet spot while doing so, using the sounds she made as a guide. When he got it, Vanora turned her head aside, breaking their kiss, to cry out in pleasure. “Ah! There! Vlad!”

He claimed her lips again, and used his thumb to rub the throbbing tiny mound. The combined pleasure from the stimulation of her sweet spot and clitoris quickly helped her reach another orgasm.

However, it was not enough and Vlad knew it. Not giving her another chance to entice him again and risk losing control of himself, he resumed fingering her immediately after the waves of pleasure died down.

The room was soon filled with her yelps, gasps, and moans as she continued to climax repeatedly with Vlad's help.

Half the night went by and Vanora climaxed over and over again. When her body finally went limp on the bed after the pleasure waves died down, he sighed heavily in relief. This should be the end of his beautiful torture.

Still panting, she slowly blinked a few times like she was waking up from a daze. She then frowned and shook her head a little. She still felt a little off and woozy.

"How're you feeling now?" Vlad’s gentle and deep voice pulled her out of her head and back to reality.

She groaned as she sat up with Vlad's help. Her body felt sore in areas that never felt sore before in her few lifetimes. She felt drained and wiped out, but there was still a lingering yearning for someone’s touch and warmth. "I feel horrible..." Her voice was a little raspy.

"You should feel better with each sexual release you attain. We can deal with the soreness afterwards.” He moved away from her while he continued to speak, “Now that you're more conscious, you should be able to take care of things yourself." His voice sounded almost normal, but he felt so close to bursting that it hurt. He was dying to take care of his needs as soon as possible.

While he spoke, Vanora was busy processing and recalling the faint memory of everything that happened through the night.

Vlad was already getting off the bed when her soft voice reached his ears. "Vlad, wait."

Vlad groaned inwardly and froze at where he was without looking back. He could almost hear the crack in his self control.

The last thing he wanted, after spending a whole night fighting with his urges, was to lose control and pressure her into making love with him.

"Since you've already helped me a lot... Why not... We continue this way..?” It was on the tip of his tongue to reject, but Vanora was not done. “And… I could... Maybe help you too..." The more she talked, the softer her voice became. By the end of it, Vlad almost could not hear her voice, so he thought that he hallucinated her offer.

He continued to keep his back towards her and his hands tightly gripped onto the edge of bed. "Can't you reproduce everything I've done to you now that you're conscious?"

"Well... Now that I'm conscious, I can feel how sore I am... It feels bad, uncomfortable, and disturbing. I was thinking that with your experience… It'd feel better."

Although Vanora could tolerate those, if she could choose, she would still pick comfort over tolerating needless discomfort.

A deep frown formed between his brows. "My experience?" He got momentarily distracted from the pain he felt in his crotch.

He turned around and crawled to her, while he spoke, “Just to let you know..."

He stopped an inch away from her face and trapped her legs between his arms, with his hands on the bed. "I don't have any experience. If anything, I'm just talented at it."

Vanora stared back at Vlad with wide eyes. /Is he serious?/ “Got it.” She whispered.

As if satisfied with her answer, he put a leg between hers, and leaned closer to her face. "I'll begin then." His breath tickled her lips, making her heart pound.