The World Is Mine For The Taking

I think that for a while, there were a lot of times when I felt like maybe I should've been doing something—anything—but strangely enough, just lying there and doing absolutely nothing had its own kind of soothing charm. Almost like the world could burn and I'd still feel fine.

My weird girlfriend, Isiliraiellyn, was sprawled across my lap under the shade of a tree. People kept staring at us as they passed, their eyes full of judgment, throwing looks sharp enough to pierce through. But honestly? I couldn't care less. Their opinions meant nothing to me. We just did what we wanted, and we'd been in that position for almost an hour now.

Her head rested gently on my lap, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept.

And even though she was still rough around the edges, I could already see the traces of her beauty showing. Her features weren't polished, but there was this exotic pull to her—something mysterious and wild in her eccentricity that made her impossible to look away from. It wasn't just beauty, it was allure, and I doubted many women could come close to the kind she had.

"Ahhh! That was a good nap!" she suddenly said, stretching out her arms as she woke up.

"Good morning," I told her with a smile, though the sun was already setting behind us, painting the sky orange and red. "You seemed like you were sleeping well."

"Yes! I slept like a baby!" she replied, her grin bright enough to outshine the dying light of the day.

Honestly, when she made human-like expressions like that, she was really cute. But it wouldn't be Isiliraiellyn if she wasn't being her dramatic, chuunibyou self. That strange mix was what made her, her.

"So, where are we going next?" I asked.

"Someplace else! I want sweets!" she declared, striking a bizarre pose that made her look like she was about to summon some forbidden magic.

For a moment, I swore she was glowing.

But no—it had to be the sunset. The fading light hit her just right, illuminating her in a golden halo that made her look like something out of a dream.

"Well then, let's go to Leonamon Cake Shop," I told her with a grin.

When we arrived, Amy greeted us warmly, her voice light, her smile soft. She quickly took our orders.

At first glance, she seemed her usual self—calm, collected, maybe a little airheaded—but for some reason, her smile looked brighter this time, fuller amd almost too genuine.

I wasn't sure what her deal was, but it piqued my curiosity. It had been a long time since I last saw her, after all.

While she was preparing, I leaned in and asked her to come somewhere else with me.

"Master…" she murmured, her cheeks flushing red as she looked away.

I tilted my head, confused.

I hadn't done anything, yet the way she acted made me feel like I had somehow wronged her.

Her thighs pressed together, rubbing slightly against each other.

That's when it hit me.

She was horny.

"Are you horny, Amy?" I asked bluntly.

Her eyes snapped open wider, no longer carrying that dreamy, airheaded softness I was used to. Instead, she looked like someone completely honest, stripped bare of pretense. Slowly, she nodded.

"It's because it's been a while, Master. And seeing you again after so long… I couldn't help it. I'm sorry for showing you such a disgusting display," she admitted, her voice trembling but genuine.

"I don't like that word—disgusting," I told her, my voice low. "Something like this… it doesn't deserve to be called that, you know?"

As I spoke, my hand slipped under her skirt, sliding slowly up her smooth thigh until it reached her crotch.

Her panties were already soaked through.

I didn't waste time and I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers in a deep kiss.

But just as our kiss heated up—

"Leon?" Isiliraiellyn's voice called out, catching me. "Ohhh…"

Her reaction wasn't shock or outrage. No, her eyes glimmered with curiosity and amusement, like she was watching an interesting play unfold.

Without hesitation, I reached out and pulled her toward me too.

"Ah…!"

"You're fine with joining, right?" I asked.

"Well, I guess I could… though, I left the sweets behind," she said, smirking. "But oh well, I like the taste of you even more, so I'll go with that instead."

And just like that, I was buried inside Isiliraiellyn, fucking her hard.

Her pussy was insanely tight, pulling me in deeper, clenching and sucking around my cock with a rhythm that made my body shudder.

It was almost impossible to even think straight with every thrust pulling me further into the haze.

"Ahhhhnnn… ah, ahhh… ahhh… it feels so good…~ Ahhhnghhh…~!"

Hearing her moan like that—her, the eccentric, unpredictable girl known for her dramatic antics—was surreal. She was bending over, offering her ass to me as I pounded into her sloppy, dripping pussy, making it wetter with each thrust.

"Nghhh…! Ahhh…!"

Her walls were tightening rapidly, a clear sign she was close to cumming.

Her hands braced against the wall, fingers curling in so hard her knuckles went white. Every part of her body screamed of the overwhelming pleasure rushing through her veins.

And then it hit—

"Nghhh…! Ahhhhnnnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her orgasm exploded through her body. Her back arched sharply, her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, and her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, milking me for everything.

I couldn't hold it either.

I pulled out just in time, and she collapsed to her knees, trembling violently. Grabbing her head, I shoved my cock into her mouth, and the moment I did, I burst.

Thick ropes of cum shot into her throat, filling her mouth so quickly her cheeks ballooned outward, puffing from the sheer volume I was unloading inside her.

When it was finally over, she swallowed, gulping down every last drop slowly. I pulled out, and she opened her mouth wide to show me with it clean and not a trace left.

Then, my eyes fell on Amy. Her legs were trembling lightly, her body quivering with anticipation.

I moved behind her, gripped her waist, lined my cock up against her soaked pussy, and then…