“I showed you my bits extensively, so now it’s time to see yours,” Ashe said.
Standing beside the bed, Ashe knelt at my feet. Her white hands reached out and slowly began to pull down my pants.
I was half-dazed and half-filled with lustful anticipation, watching the scene unfold from above without moving a muscle.
“My, you’re quite something. Young men really are amazing.”
As she laid eyes on my exposed manhood, Ashe’s eyes sparkled with eagerness. Her greedy gaze was clearly different from Claire’s or Racine’s, who were virgins before I slept with them. The realization that I was having sex with an experienced adult woman hit me with full force.
The sense of forbidden intimacy, knowing she was a married woman, intensified my arousal, sending a sweet, itchy current coursing through my spine, hip bones, and the tip of my dick.
Ashe gently cupped my fully erect dick with both hands, which twitched and pulsed. The smooth, cool touch of her fingertips soothed my hardness.
“You’re so warm and hard,” Ashe sighed.
“You can’t take it anymore, can you? There’s lewd juice dripping from your tip?”
She blew gently on the tip of my dick.
“Ngh… kyu… ah…”
I couldn’t help but groan. My glans, already slick with pre-ejaculate, felt exquisitely sensitive, tickled by her breath like it was being caressed by a feather fan. In Ashe’s hands, my manhood twitched and throbbed with renewed vigor.
“So sensitive. Alright, I’ll make it even more pleasurable for you.”
With that, Ashe slowly began to move her hands up and down. It was, essentially, a handjob. She gently stroked the curve of my glans before applying stronger friction to the shaft.
“Oh…! Fuh… ah… aah…”
I arched my back and gasped. Her fingers moved with a supple, flowing technique, as if she knew exactly where to stimulate the male erogenous zones. She smeared my dick with the slick pre-ejaculate, using it as lubricant as she increased the speed of her handjob.
“How is it, Abel? Is it feeling good?” Ashe asked, peering into my face with a lustful smile.
“Y-yes… very… oh… ah…”
My voice trembled with excitement as I nodded repeatedly. Her bewitching smile, exuding an almost seductive aura, made my heart pound like a drum. Even as she watched my face to gauge my reaction, Ashe’s handjob never faltered. The rhythmic up-and-down motion provided a perfect balance of friction and pressure. A sweet pleasure slowly spread from my dick to the depths of my core. In her soft hands, my dick remained hard and throbbing, pulsing with pleasure, swelling almost to the point of bursting.
“Ugh… ooooh… S-so good… qwaaaah…!”
The physical stimulation was the same as if I were masturbating, yet being caressed by her graceful fingers and palms created a pleasure that felt like it belonged to another dimension. The ecstasy coursed through me like lightning, from my hips to my thighs and down to my toes, making it impossible to stand.
“I-it feels too good…!”
My knees began to buckle. I desperately tried to stay on my feet, but it was a futile resistance. Ashe’s fingers continued to draw out my pleasure, pushing my dick towards its climax with astonishing speed. The rapidly increasing urge to ejaculate was beyond anything I could bear.
“Guuh… ah… I’m gonna… qwaaaah!”
A haze spread through my brain as I realized the moment of ejaculation was upon me. My overwhelming desire was about to break free, and a torrent of semen would soon erupt from the tip of my dick. Eyes gleaming with this lewd premonition, I looked down at Ashe.
“Don’t come yet,” she said.
At that instant, the delicate fingers rhythmically stroking my dick suddenly stopped.
“…Huh…?!”
The building climax rapidly subsided. Yet, the afterglow of pleasure lingered, and my manhood continued to twitch and throb in Ashe’s warm hands.
“Satisfy me here too,” Ashe said, standing up and returning to the bed. She lifted her long, slender legs with a graceful sweep, adopting a daring spread-legged pose.
“A-Ashe-san…?!”
Flustered, I gazed at the female mage on the bed. Ashe rested her hands on her inner thighs, maintaining her M-shaped spread. It was as if she were presenting her forbidden garden to me.
Indeed, I stared with wide eyes at Ashe’s area. I was completely fixated. Frankly, there was no way I could tear my eyes away from such an erotic sight. Thanks to the extensive cunnilingus, her tightly closed labia had parted to reveal a strangely shaped slit. Beyond it, I could glimpse wet, red inner flesh. The continuous quivering of her internal mucosa seemed to invite my penetration.
“Ugh…”
I was speechless. The ethical dilemma of whether I should cross this line with a married woman was rendered meaningless by the overwhelming lust that was about to erupt within me. The feeling of my lower abdomen burning like magma was the same sense of conquest I felt when I was with Claire and Racine. At the same time, a bittersweet yearning to be united with her, body and soul, welled up. I just wanted to make love to Ashe. I just wanted to be with the beautiful female mage who was beckoning me before me.
“Come on, Abel. Let’s make love,” Ashe invited with a smile. I realized my reason was being completely overridden.
“Oh… ooh…”
I let out a muffled cry and lunged at Ashe’s body, driven by the burning impulse—
