Chapter 180: Stop Biting It, Titania

Yeah. You must be so happy, Sys.

She strangely enjoys making me more beastly these days, sounding way less mechanical than she used to—almost like she’s getting some kind of kick out of watching me turn into this escalating monster of a guy with every upgrade she throws at me.

Anyway, it felt like I’d been knocked out for days straight, like time had just stretched into this endless void where nothing existed except darkness and the faint echo of that insane pain from before.

But apparently it was just some minutes of unconsciousness. A quick blackout, and nothing more dramatic than that.

“You are awake, Master Benjamin…”

Eh…? That voice—motherly, mature, and carrying this tender lilt that wrapped around the words like warm cotton.

I turned my head to face whoever was speaking, realizing my head was resting right in her lap, pillowed on soft thighs that felt impossibly smooth and comforting.

I saw Titania, at the left, smiling down at me with this gentle, relieved expression, like her favorite broken toy had finally started working again after being left on the shelf too long.

But the person who’s lap I was using was…

“Who are you?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them, because the woman looking back at me with those big pink eyes wasn’t anyone I recognized at first glance.

“Ah, that’s awful, Master! It’s me… Vaelora!”

…Huh?

But that’s impossible.

The Vaelora I knew was a…

Well, she didn’t have a physical form.

She was this presence, this essence tied up inside Titania, not someone with actual skin and hair and curves I could see and touch.

Ohhh. So this is her new vessel?

The one Sys just finished building out of my melted-down body parts? My baby?

Her long flowing hair spilled everywhere in waves of pure pink, streaked here and there with thin lines of deep black that caught the light like hidden shadows.

Her ears came to slight, delicate points at the tips, fairy-sharp but soft.

Those eyes—huge and luminous pink, framed by even longer pink lashes that fluttered every time she blinked, right now fluttering extra hard because she was pouting at how rude I’d just been.

Her cheeks had this slight chubby roundness to them, cute enough to pinch, but I could still make out the elegant line of her cheekbones underneath.

Her lips were full and plush-looking, the kind that assured softness if you ever got close enough.

Skin glowing with that glossy fairy sheen, flawless and practically luminous under the pink bedroom light.

Her nails were painted the same soft pink, a little long and elegantly shaped.

And she was… completely naked.

So yeah, I could see everything.

Right above my face, her small breasts rose and fell gently with each breath—petite hills tipped with pink nipples that looked so inviting they nearly demanded attention.

Her body stayed petite and short even while she sat on the bed like this, legs tucked under her, everything delicate and perfectly proportioned in that fairy way.

Behind her, translucent butterfly wings shimmered faintly, veined with delicate lines of pink and silver that pulsed softly like they had their own heartbeat.

She was so absolutely breathtaking—every inch of her—that something inside me just snapped.

I reached up without thinking, cupped her face in both hands, felt the incredible warmth and silkiness of her skin against my palms, and pulled her down.

Our lips met in a sudden, craving kiss.

“Eh…? M-Master?!”

Her surprised little squeak vibrated right into my mouth as my tongue slipped past her lips, exploring that small, warm space.

It tasted like a different kind of sweetness that was lighter than Titania’s rich honeyed flavor, almost floral and sparkling on my tongue, but just as strong and just as addictive.

I sucked gently on her mouth for a long moment, savoring how inexperienced she still felt, with the hesitant little movements of her tongue trying to match mine, and tiny shivers running through her as she figured it out.

Then we finally pulled back, both breathing harder.

She looked dazed and flustered, as those shiny pink eyes searched mine like she was trying to understand what just happened while her cheeks burned brighter.

“Sorry… your form was so perfect, I wanted you immediately…” I muttered softly, voice low and rough from everything I’d just been through.

Then my gaze drifted lower—way lower—to where my pants were missing and my dick was out, hard and standing straight up like it had a mind of its own.

“But… tell me, why is my dick out?”

“Ah…” Vaelora glanced sideways at a very flustered Titania, who immediately looked away, her cheeks flaming, still wearing nothing but those tiny panties.

“Queen Titania was licking it while you were unconscious. I begged her to seek your consent first, but she was like a crazed animal mumbling ’cock, cock, it’s been so long!’ with deranged eyes.”

“N-No need to be so detailed about it!” Titania yelped, slapping both hands over Vaelora’s mouth to shut her up.

Ehehe. So I got assaulted while I was out cold, huh?

I better punish her now.

“So you like cock that much huh?” I smiled mischievously, letting the words come out teasing and low. “Fine. Let’s play with Mr. Cock. He’s itching for some fun too, actually.”

***

Without waiting for any kind of real permission—because honestly, after everything, no one needed it—we began.

Titania slid down my body, positioning herself between my legs on the soft pink mattress that still smelled faintly of citrus and whatever floral scent clung to her skin.

She widened her small mouth over the head of my cock and let it slip inside.

She was not trying to take the whole length down her throat right away, but just enough so the swollen tip rested fully on her tongue while her lips sealed snug around the ridge.

Her tongue immediately went to work, slithering slow and wet circles over the sensitive crown, pressing flat against the base then curling up to flick right at the slit where a bead of pre-cum had already gathered.

The heat inside her mouth enveloped me completely, wet and enveloping, every tiny movement of her tongue sending sharp sparks straight up my spine.

Then looking down at her—THE Titania, Queen of this whole fairy realm, reduced to this eager, focused position with her lips stretched around my penis—made the whole thing feel surreal and insanely hot.

I never imagined this kind of power dynamic flipping so completely, her on her knees (well, on the bed) servicing me like I was the one in charge.

The pressure built fast from how tightly her lips hugged the head, sucking gently while her tongue kept lapping in steady, insistent strokes—up one side, across the top, down the other—coating every inch she could reach with slick warmth.

Her cheeks drew in slightly each time she drew inward, creating this perfect suction that pulled at me in beats, making my hips twitch upward without conscious thought.

Her breath came in soft, heated puffs against my skin whenever she exhaled through her nose, little huffs that brushed over my crotch and balls.

The sounds filled the room—quiet, intimate ones: the subtle shift of her tongue sliding along slick flesh, the faint, wet glide every time she adjusted her angle, the low hum she made in her throat when she tasted more of me, vibrating right through the head and down the length.

My hand found its way to the back of her head, fingers threading through her slick hair—not forcing, just holding, feeling the way her scalp warmed under my palm as she worked.

Every swirl of her tongue felt deliberate, exploratory, like she was rediscovering the shape and taste of me after too long without it.

The contrast between her regal, but bratty queen aura and this raw, needy focus made my pulse hammer harder.

Vaelora watched from the side, still dazed from our kiss, her pink eyes wide and pupils blown as she took in the sight of Titania’s mouth working over me—lips glossy now, cheeks flushed deeper, small breasts swaying gently with each bob of her head.

The warmth, the tight seal, the constant motion of that talented tongue, it all built into this overwhelming rush that had me gripping the sheets, breath coming shorter, every nerve ending lit up from the intimate press and slide happening right there between her lips.

Vaelora’s new form was breathtaking too, every detail of it hitting me harder the longer I looked:

Those flowing pink-and-black waves of hair, the glossy fairy skin that seemed to glow from within, the delicate point of her ears, the way her translucent wings caught the light and shimmered like stained glass.

But she clearly wasn’t too experienced when it came to sex.

She just sat beside me on the bed, knees tucked under her, and her big pink eyes wide with curiosity as she watched Titania hungrily devour my cock.

Literally.

Titania was going at it with zero restraint now, lips stretched wide around me, head bobbing in a steady rhythm that had me gripping the sheets.

…But she was biting down a little too hard… enough that sharp pinpricks of real pain shot through the base every time her teeth grazed the cock instead of just framing it.

“Uhm, Titania,” I said, forcing an awkward smile even as my hips twitched involuntarily, “Please, not so much with the teeth.”

She didn’t pull off.

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