Chapter 181: Imagine My Mouth Is a Delicious Candy Made of Flesh, Then Take Your Fill

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.

Instead she tried to apologize with my dick still filling her mouth, so what came out 7was this garbled, muffled mess: “Sho Showey. Vhehjhawin khoksk ish shooo ghooo.”

The words vibrated right along my dick, turning the apology into something that felt way more stimulating than it had any right to.

Saliva was already dripping in thick strands from the corners of her lips, sliding down the dick in slow, glistening trails before she chased it with her tongue—lapping upward in long, deliberate strokes that collected every drop and brought it back into her mouth.

Then she’d swallow me again, deeper this time, lips sealing tight around the middle while her tongue flattened against the underside and dragged back toward the head in one slow, dragging pull.

The wet heat enveloped me completely each time she sank down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, creating this perfect, cadence-like pressure that made my toes curl.

Yikes.

She was quite good. Too good.

The way her tongue kept swirling right under the ridge, flicking against that sensitive spot over and over, combined with the constant, slick glide of her lips sliding up and down—coated in her own spit, making everything slippery and hot—it was building fast.

At the rate things were going, I was going to come any moment now.

Anyway, I reached over and grabbed Vaelora by the waist—her skin so warm and impossibly soft under my fingers—and pulled her closer until she was pressed against my chest.

I had buckled myself up a bit, scooting back so I could rest my shoulders against the flat bed headboard, pillows propped behind me for support.

And Titania followed without missing a beat.

The second my body moved, her mouth moved with it, like my cock was the only thing keeping her alive, the air she breathed.

She adjusted seamlessly, never breaking contact, lips staying locked around me as she shifted forward on her knees to keep that perfect angle.

Vaelora was flushed hard now.

The red bloomed across her cheeks, spread down her neck, over the tops of her small breasts, even tinting the very tips of her pointed ears a soft rosy pink.

Heh. She looked so adorable being this flustered; with her eyes darting between my face and where Titania’s head was moving, her wings fluttering faintly behind her like she didn’t know what to do with her hands.

“Do you want to do it with me?” I asked her quietly, voice a little rough from everything building up. “Even though I just made that body…”

The truth was, if it was going to hurt her—even a little—I wouldn’t want to push it.

But god, right now I so wanted to have sex with Vaelora.

I wanted to feel how tight and warm she’d be, how her lack of experience would make every little reaction feel brand new and raw.

“A… Are you sure? Can your own body take it?” she asked softly, her big pink eyes wandering over my face, searching like she was genuinely worried.

What the hell? Was that a challenge or something?

I literally made the body you have now.

A real flesh-and-blood vessel, built from my own tissues and magic.

Haven’t you started seeing me as some kind of aberration that can take on gods?

Because I’m starting to see myself that way too, and the casualness of it all is honestly starting to scare me a little.

My confidence has been growing on its own, creeping up with every system upgrade, every new title, and every woman who looks at me like I’m more than just a guy anymore.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or if my personality is just warping with my power.

Will I become a different person when I reach god-level?

Nonetheless, I assured her I’d be fine.

I told her that my body could handle it, and that I felt stronger than ever after whatever Sys and I just did, so she finally calmed down a bit.

Then she pushed her lips out intensely, eyes squeezing shut tight, mouth puckered forward like she was offering it up.

She looked like a cute little anteater with her mouth stretched out like that. Was she… asking for a kiss?

“Haha. Not like that…”

I laughed under my breath and gently grabbed her cheeks—soft and warm, slightly chubby—and pulled her in for a real one.

A warm, slow, and deep.

Ah… She tasted so sweet in there too… Vanilla, almost, with that same floral sparkle I’d noticed earlier, but richer now that our mouths were pressed together this properly.

Though her inexperience showed clearly; she only opened her mouth a tiny bit before closing it again, hesitant and unsure.

So I decided to lend her a hand;

[Just relax your mouth… Imagine my mouth is a delicious candy made of flesh, and take your fill. Mimic how I’m doing it…] [Ben]

[Y… Yes, Master Benjamin] [Vae]

Is it me, or has she shifted the way she addresses me now?

That little change from “Benjamin” to “Master Benjamin” hit different.

I hope nothing weird is rising up from it; like some new dynamic I didn’t ask for.

But thanks to my professional lecturing (if you can call my mental telepathy that), Vaelora—who’s known to be a genius anyway—grasped it immediately.

She started licking into my mouth gently, so tenderly at first, the tip of her tongue tracing small, exploratory patterns along mine.

Then she got bolder, drawing little symbols inside my mouth with slow, intentional strokes, like she was mapping every inch.

She’d deepen it suddenly, pressing our mouths together harder so her small breasts squished softly against my chest, nipples brushing my skin and sending fresh sparks straight down to where Titania was still working.

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