The hammock swayed as our clothes came off. We took our time. And our desires were palpable.
I kissed down her neck, tasting the fresh water on her skin. She arched when I took hold of a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard with slurp sounds filling the room; my tongue flicking it sporadically until she moaned low in her throat.
Her hands then gripped my hair, pulling me closer to her chest. She was already soaked when I slid down her groin.
I moved spread her thighs wide, then moved to licking her—slow from bottom to top, tasting her fully.
She bucked against my mouth, the soft lower lips pressing against my lips, so much wetness coating my chin, and her moans turning to sharp gasps when I lightly nipped her clit.
"B-Benjamin—" My name broke on her lips as she came, her thighs clamping around my head, and her hips grinding against my tongue.
I didn't stop until she tugged me up, her eyes almost dappled, her lips parted.
She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, guiding my cock inside the warm, wet enclave with one slow, slurpy slide.
We both groaned. Her tight and hot interior compressing me, and me filling her completely.
She rode me slow at first, rolling her hips, her breasts swaying. I watched her face, her eyes half-closed, mouth open, with sweat beading between her breasts. Saliva glistened where she'd bitten her lip.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, thrusting up to meet her. Skin slapped wetly as the sound made us more aroused; the wetness of her love hole dripping down my balls.
Suddenly she kissed me messily, her tongues sliding inside my mouth and rolling on my own tongue, our saliva mixing and dripping down, our breaths shared in total ecstasy.
Something… something about this sex was different than the others.
"Harder!" she gasped against my mouth.
As you wish!
I flipped us, pinning her beneath me, then proceeding to pound her deep, our groins smashing hard.
The hammock rocked wildly, threatening to snap, with vines creaking. Her nails scraped my back, and her legs locked around my waist.
She soon came again; harder this time, with her pussy squirting passion spray and pulsing around me, as a sharp cry muffled against my shoulder.
I followed seconds later, burying my face deep in her voluptuous chest, and spilling my offshoot inside her with long, throbbing pulses.
We stayed locked together, sweating, breathing ragged. Then I kissed her again, unhurried—forehead, cheeks, lips—until our hearts calmed down.
When we parted, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But I'm still your first. Always."
"Obviously," I assured.
Minutes later, curled and satisfied, Sara rested her head on my chest.
"Our scouts returned today," she murmured drowsily. "They saw strange tracks beyond the borders. Clawed and burning. But it wasn't another chimera."
I tensed a bit. "What was it, then?"
She hesitated. "Old stories tell tales about them. Things that used to be sealed away long ago. Some say horned ones out of fear of invoking them… But commonly, they are called demons."
Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud. The forest outside seemed suddenly quieter after I heard the word "demon."
In my old world, they were somewhat story bound—at least, I have never seen or heard of one. But they were usually linked with malevolent exploits and activities.
Outside, the forest whispered, and for the first time since arriving in this paradise, I felt the chill of something ancient stirring…
Meh. Whatever.
No matter what was coming, I'm sure we'd face it together.
***
The summons came unexpectedly that morning. A mature attendant named Marina appeared at the entrance to our treehouse, her expression polite but firm.
She wore the green-and-gold livery of the royal household, her dark hair braided tightly and posture straight as a spear.
"Queen Elara requests Sir Benjamin's presence in the royal quarters," she said to Sara, bowing slightly. "There are matters of protocol to discuss before the summit."
The summit? What's that about?
She continued, "Sara, you are also needed with the border scouts. Please, report to duty… There's been unusual activities, as you should know."
Ah yes, I think Sara was the head of the border scout, or something.
Sara frowned, but nodded.
She abruptly pulled me into a quick, fierce kiss before leaving.
"Behave," she whispered against my lips, eyes sparkling with that mix of love and possessiveness.
Right. She'd confessed the night before.
"H-Huh? When have I not behaved myself?" I blushed.
"Haha." She laughed and ruffled my hair, "Just make sure to come back to me on time."
I watched her descend the vine paths, then followed Marina up the winding paths to the heart of the Spire.
The royal quarters were higher than any other part of the village, woven into the crown of the colossal central oak.
Sunlight filtered through living leaves, turning the rays golden. Guards nodded as we passed, as Marina led me through quieter corridors, away from the main hall.
"The Queen is currently occupied with preparations," she explained as we walked. "But the royal household runs on more than just the Queen's word. The attendants and helpers keep everything moving. And many of them are young virgins, and… curious about the god-touched male."
So they weren't with us during the Rites?
She stopped at a sunlit side chamber, opening the woven door to reveal a small group of women, about five in total, busy with tasks like polishing crystal lamps and arranging fresh flowers.
They looked up as I entered, eyes widening with a mix of shyness and excitement.
Marina smiled gently. "The Queen asked me to ensure you are… properly welcomed. These helpers rarely leave the upper levels. So a moment of your time would mean much."
I understood immediately. It wasn't a command, but a gentle request.
"You're not joining them?" I turned to Marina, but she shook her head.
Was she like Lotus? Restraining herself from desires?
Anyway, I dived into the pool of beautiful young women. They all served the royal family tirelessly, their lives basically bound to the palace. A chance to share intimacy with the village's only male was a rare gift, considering the males never stayed long.
I spent the next hour there.
It was tender and easy-going. Kisses shared on soft cushions, clothes shed slowly, bodies explored with quiet wonder.
They were eager but respectful, taking turns for the penetration, while others guided my hands to their mouths or thighs. My mouth was filled with different lips, with soft directions.
It was basically a wish-fulfilment for all virgins I knew. So surreal.
I lost myself in giving them pleasure, the spanking sound of flesh hitting flesh, listening to their gasps and sighs, feeling the new bonds form between us like warm threads in my chest. They all drank my seed with both their upper mouth and lower mouth—thanks to [Infinite Stamina], that bastard, I could service them all.
As I gazed at the five women kneeling before me, white rubbery substances on their faces, mouths, and breasts, I thought, "I'm so damn blessed, aren't I?"
I also gathered a bunch of skills from them too; the system almost making me nuts with the constant, endless notification.
Isn't there an off switch or something? Or maybe a silent button?
Anyway, when it ended, they thanked me with flushed cheeks and soft laughter, helping me dress again. Marina led me out with a knowing smile. "The Queen will be pleased."
…Sigh. I would like it if she opened up to me too.
Not like I want to get under her legs or something. But it'd be too sad if she felt she didn't deserve to be happy too.
Well, I guess I'll just have to wait for her. Don't want to be a burden or nuisance.
She guided me deeper into the royal quarters, to a bright chamber overlooking the canopy. The door was open, and laughter spilled out.
Oh? Those are familiar voices.