concentrate.’
Crystal placed her face into a pillow of perfectly woven satin and awaited his touch. She had to put quite a lot of effort into resisting the exquisite feeling of the bedsheets and the pillow against the caress of her skin; the way the fabric tickled her, and the way that tickles made her body shiver with the pleasantness of vigor. Crystal's awakening was a literal term, and she came to wonder if she would not be able to sleep ever again in her entire life – so filled was the world with sensations of the most splendid sort.
She hung on this thought as the seducer brought two chalices of seed over to her bedside, and then began to pour a small puddle of one in the dip upon the small of her back. Indeed the seed did not look as gluey and gross as other semen, but instead a kind of exquisite oil that smelled almost as wondrous as Crystal's sweat, and looked finer than the richest perfumes.
He poured another small pool in between her shoulder blades, and then placed both chalices aside and began to massage the seed across her skin. He made pleased sounds with his mouth, quite like a chef spreading the frosting on a delectable cake.
He rubbed the oils across the slick white flesh of her waist, curbing his hands adeptly down her womanly curvatures, pressing ever so slightly against the rise of her buttocks and the healthy slimness of her back, and delighted when Crystal shifted with pleasure underneath him. His fingers explored her like tiny people throwing themselves upon the soil of Eden, digging themselves into her body one moment and then delicately tiptoeing across the length of her the next. He massaged the seed between her shoulders across her body as well, slicking down the back of her neck, wetting her arms and then gently taking her hands in his and working the oils between her fingers with the most ticklish and soft sensation that was almost motherly – and forbiddingly erotic.
The tender nature that existed between the mother and child was a strange and uncomfortable addition to the many sensations of seduction, but it was essential, for pleasure did not have to be explicitly sexual in order to be enjoyed with similar ecstasies. The seducer touched her with the respect and devotion that a caregiver would use when tending to a child, and Crystal, for her part, did not feel unworthy of the affection. She indulged in it, stretching out her body and shifting again and again, repositioning herself so that he would need to reapply his strange oils and she would get to feel the wiping of his hands as they dressed her up and down with creamy and aromatic liquids that she had already forgotten had come from the nether regions of twenty people she had never seen before.
‘The people of my land use this to keep their youth caught inside their skin,’ the seducer whispered, working the oils into the small creases and wrinkles that naturally stretched into the body of even the most supple woman of twenty years. ‘This is my first gift to you,’ he said, rubbing the oils against the skin until the wrinkles and creases were vanished into the nutritious seed solution that he had gathered from twenty of his most prized citizens from the foreign place that he called home.
He even found himself slightly surprised by the ease at which Crystal took to these practices; it was his experience that women from other places needed to be encouraged, and at times forced, to enjoy the healing properties of seed. It was hard for many to hide their revulsion at using oils sapped from the human body; something which the seducer found odd, considering that those same people readily applied tree saps and herbs and even honey and maggots into their wounds for the good of their health. This was no different. No, that was not quite right – this was better, and as the seed dried on Crystal's back it turned into the most wondrous rainbow color that caught the light like sprinkled of sparkling paint.
‘How do you feel?’ he
Crystal placed her face into a pillow of perfectly woven satin and awaited his touch. She had to put quite a lot of effort into resisting the exquisite feeling of the bedsheets and the pillow against the caress of her skin; the way the fabric tickled her, and the way that tickles made her body shiver with the pleasantness of vigor. Crystal's awakening was a literal term, and she came to wonder if she would not be able to sleep ever again in her entire life – so filled was the world with sensations of the most splendid sort.
She hung on this thought as the seducer brought two chalices of seed over to her bedside, and then began to pour a small puddle of one in the dip upon the small of her back. Indeed the seed did not look as gluey and gross as other semen, but instead a kind of exquisite oil that smelled almost as wondrous as Crystal's sweat, and looked finer than the richest perfumes.
He poured another small pool in between her shoulder blades, and then placed both chalices aside and began to massage the seed across her skin. He made pleased sounds with his mouth, quite like a chef spreading the frosting on a delectable cake.
He rubbed the oils across the slick white flesh of her waist, curbing his hands adeptly down her womanly curvatures, pressing ever so slightly against the rise of her buttocks and the healthy slimness of her back, and delighted when Crystal shifted with pleasure underneath him. His fingers explored her like tiny people throwing themselves upon the soil of Eden, digging themselves into her body one moment and then delicately tiptoeing across the length of her the next. He massaged the seed between her shoulders across her body as well, slicking down the back of her neck, wetting her arms and then gently taking her hands in his and working the oils between her fingers with the most ticklish and soft sensation that was almost motherly – and forbiddingly erotic.
The tender nature that existed between the mother and child was a strange and uncomfortable addition to the many sensations of seduction, but it was essential, for pleasure did not have to be explicitly sexual in order to be enjoyed with similar ecstasies. The seducer touched her with the respect and devotion that a caregiver would use when tending to a child, and Crystal, for her part, did not feel unworthy of the affection. She indulged in it, stretching out her body and shifting again and again, repositioning herself so that he would need to reapply his strange oils and she would get to feel the wiping of his hands as they dressed her up and down with creamy and aromatic liquids that she had already forgotten had come from the nether regions of twenty people she had never seen before.
‘The people of my land use this to keep their youth caught inside their skin,’ the seducer whispered, working the oils into the small creases and wrinkles that naturally stretched into the body of even the most supple woman of twenty years. ‘This is my first gift to you,’ he said, rubbing the oils against the skin until the wrinkles and creases were vanished into the nutritious seed solution that he had gathered from twenty of his most prized citizens from the foreign place that he called home.
He even found himself slightly surprised by the ease at which Crystal took to these practices; it was his experience that women from other places needed to be encouraged, and at times forced, to enjoy the healing properties of seed. It was hard for many to hide their revulsion at using oils sapped from the human body; something which the seducer found odd, considering that those same people readily applied tree saps and herbs and even honey and maggots into their wounds for the good of their health. This was no different. No, that was not quite right – this was better, and as the seed dried on Crystal's back it turned into the most wondrous rainbow color that caught the light like sprinkled of sparkling paint.
‘How do you feel?’ he
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