A rather intriguing fact required his attention. It was how the manor seemed to respond to his needs. In the bathroom, he had not specified what supplies to use, but they were present, as well as the ingredients in the kitchen, which seemed rather fresh and ready to use. When he recalled the description of the manor, it was no longer so surprising, being one of the greatest creations of the primordial divinity.
After washing his hair and body, which he rinsed with a basin of cold water, he headed toward the center and went down the small steps to settle into the hot water. His somewhat stiff body melted at his immersion. The fibers of his skin and his organism seemed to vibrate while blossoming like a flower in the sun's bath. It was invigorating. Aelion had decided to lose himself in this sensation and empty his mind. Unfortunately, one thought had survived: Seraphina.
He could not get her out of his head: pale but lively skin, her crimson hair and blood-red eyes, her defined curves, her firm breasts and nipples pointing through her clothes... The more he thought about it, the more it turned into erotic allusions. The culminating point was remembering the scene where she had sucked her own finger in a rather suggestive way.
What if it was my.... instead?
A tingling was felt in his lower abdomen, his phallus, previously at rest, being exposed to his mental stimulation, had started to lengthen, taking on a noticeable form.
"My faithful companion, this is not really the time to get excited."
Aelion's hand covered his mouth, and he closed his eyes in order to calm himself and prevent the erection from growing further. Nevertheless, nothing worked, as he began to imagine Seraphina before him in the bath, inviting him to her. This time, his companion had risen like a blade drawn from its sheath, rigid and flexible, with no soft part. It looked like an iron bar but covered with bleeding organic veins.
"And with that, they called me a saint... what nonsense."
This situation reminded him of his ex-girlfriend Lydia, and how he had managed to conquer her, she compared to a fierce beast with hot blood. On one hand, it was his empathy and his personality that had weakened her, but what had really made her fall, what had tamed this wild beast, was sex and the uncommon size of his manhood. He was not fond of rough relations, but rather sensual and gentle ones that explored the power of touch and intimacy. That was the point that had made Lydia fall.
Finally, he managed to calm down a little, the size of his erection having decreased, and he had relaxed enough. Upon reaching the exit, he used a bathrobe to cover himself and hurried to his room to avoid meeting Seraphina in his state. Obviously, he ran into her in the hallway, which could not make the situation more embarrassing. She had finished what she was doing in the kitchen and was heading to her room to rest. She did not expect to see Aelion in the hallway in a bathrobe.
"Hey, I thought you still had things to do," he said, embarrassed and agitated.
"Didn't you tell me that I could take a room? That's what I was going to do, so why do you look so feverish?" retorted Seraphina, before letting her eyes be guided toward his crotch.
There she got a glimpse of his man's equipment, which, although at rest, still drew a noticeable shape through the garment.
"You—" she had begun, however, Aelion did not let her finish her sentence.
"Seraphina, my eyes are up here," imposed the young man, his two fingers guiding the woman's eyes toward his.
Was that his thing through the bathrobe?
"I... whatever, there were tremors earlier, should I be worried about anything in particular?" she continued, trying to stay focused.
"Oh, it's nothing serious, don't worry... if you want to take a bath or relax, the door behind is made for that."
"Isn't a manor supposed to have personal showers attached to each room? Why do we have to use the same one?" added Seraphina, frustrated.
"Sorry, I'll fix it later."
"Oh, alright..."
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Thus, the two parted, each going to spend the night on their own side. Seraphina entered her room and collapsed on her bed, tired. Her room had the same layout as Aelion's, moreover, she had already visited and knew the locations of what she needed. She went to the wardrobe where the outfits were stored to find a comfortable outfit in which she could sleep.
"What is this?"
She was rather surprised to find clothes in her size, and especially a sexy black lace nightgown, transparent, which revealed certain parts of her body, namely her nipples, part of her breasts, her curves, and her long, thin, elegant legs. For Seraphina, it was the last straw. She knew he had had a certain idea about her, but to go as far as to sow suggestive clues about his desires... How could she explain the fact that there were women's clothes while he supposedly lived alone in the manor? Could he have had the audacity to lodge her in a room that had probably served one of his conquests? She could not let that pass.
She left her room in fury, which, moreover, was next to Aelion's. About to smash the door with her hands, rough and deep moaning coming from the other side alerted her. Instead of using violence as she had intended, she delicately opened the door without Aelion noticing in order to observe what was happening. What she saw shocked her: it was simply Aelion in the middle of good old self-pleasure.
His manhood upright, being stroked by hand, its size much more imposing than what she had glimpsed earlier. His hand moved faster and faster, and his heartbeat accelerated. Soon he would reach his climax; however, in the middle of all that, only one word came out of his mouth. It was the name of Seraphina.
She was surprised; however, another strange emotion coursed through her whole body. Her face flushed, and her lips twisted into an involuntary smile tinged with something new: desire.
Aelion, sitting on his bed, climaxed, propelling his semen a long distance. Seraphina, who was spying discreetly, did not expect to receive it on her face through the little gap where she was watching.
Seraphina went back on her steps, taking care to close the door delicately. She hurried into the shower to wash off the semen that was stuck to her face and had spread into her hair. The smell was strong but not unpleasant. After quickly changing and choosing a towel, she sat in the shampoo area.
Her fingers touched the white liquid with disgust and reluctance, trying to remove it from her hair, now sticky and viscous like the substance. Yet, a misguided curiosity seized her mind when two of her fingers were covered with it. She had the urge to taste it, the exposure to the smell and the scene she had witnessed pushing her into all sorts of thoughts to which she gave in.
Her fingers plunged into her mouth, placing the samples of semen on her tongue. It was not the taste but rather the reaction triggered by this action that led to what followed. Her body was becoming hotter and hotter. Her hand, now soaked with saliva, was no longer content to be sucked; it traveled over the young woman's body from her lips, sliding down her neck, her belly, and slowly toward her lower abdomen, to end in front of the slit of her vagina, which already tingled at the thought of receiving.
There had been no warning; she plunged her two fingers inside, her body trembling slightly while her lips released a soft moan of pleasure. Seraphina felt it, her whole body too: her nipples were now pointing, and her clitoris had swollen. She followed no pattern, sometimes her fingers explored her inner cavity with periodic movements of penetration, sometimes she caressed the button at the top of her slit.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her back arched in response. She felt it, soon she would reach the peak. Her other hand moved instinctively and pressed her right breast. Nevertheless, she wanted even more, pressing her nipple at the same time. Finally, she reached climax.
The sensation of a slight electric discharge seemed to course through her body, her feet trembling frantically to the point where they could no longer find support on the ground. Her whole body bent forward, her legs shaking in the air, her expression no longer dignified. On top of that, the force with which she came had made her fall backward and collapse onto the floor.
"I feel like this place has a bad influence on me."