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Chapter 38: Banging the Tree spirit.
After getting dressed, Alan quickly followed the Ice Witch.
Soon they entered to a room, that was located in the tree itself.
The space reminded him of a suite at a 5-star hotel.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling.
It was all in the plain style, but he could tell the table, the bench, the shelves, and all the other furniture were of the highest quality.
There were so many books present here.
And there was a figure lying in the bed.
The figure was plump was mature.
"You may not know but the reason I asked you to follow was... Mm... I want you to mate with her,"
Ice Witch said while pointing at the figure sleeping in bed.
Alan walked closer and looked at the figure.
The woman was stunning, clad in a beautiful flowery dress, exposing her homogenous cleavage.
She had a tall curvy figure with wide hips and long legs.
She had brown skin, black hair, and closed eyes, but there were some purple marks on her skin.
Looking closely the figure seems fully unconscious and the vitality was very low, as if she could die anytime soon.
??
He has to fuck an unconscious woman?
However it’s worth a shot.
Those big breasts... He wanted to grab them and play with them. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Not to mention, The look of defenseless sleep on her face did nothing to diminish her beauty.
In fact, it gave her the charm of a sleeping beauty.
It was enough to ignite the flame of sin in anyone’s heart.
’Damn, She is really sexy even though she is sleeping... I guess, I should enjoy her thoroughly...’ Alan thought to himself while gulping.
He turned to Ice Witch but she just nodded her head.
???
What was that?
Alan was confused about why was she nodding her head like that, but he couldn’t ask more.
Maybe she was saying go ahead.
Could it be that she wants to watch?
Well, that makes sense since she wants to see if his seeds can really help the tree spirit.
Alan nodded, his heart pounding as he approached the bed.
The tree spirit’s beauty was almost overwhelming, her unconscious form radiating a quiet power that made the air hum.
He climbed onto the bed, his movements careful, almost silent like an assassin, as he positioned himself beside her.
Her scent was pretty hypnotizing making his blood boil.
He could feel his testosterone rising.
The masculine urge to breed any women that smell nice.
The flowery dress clung to her curves, accentuating her plump, mature figure, and the sight of her cleavage made his breath catch.
He reached out, his hand hovering over her chest, then gently brushed against her skin, the contact sending a spark of warmth through him.
The purple marks on her skin pulsed faintly under his touch, and a soft moan escaped her lips, so quiet it was almost inaudible.
Alan froze, his eyes flicking to the Ice Witch, who nodded again, her expression unreadable but encouraging.
"She feels you," the Ice Witch said, her voice low.
"Even in her slumber, her spirit senses your power. Let it flow."
Alan: "..."
Damn... What can he say... Just what can he say!!!
Nonetheless, it’s good that she can sense it.
Alan’s hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
The material was soft, almost gossamer, and her skin was warm despite her weakened state.
He cupped her breast, his fingers sinking into its softness, and another faint moan slipped from her lips, her body shifting slightly as if responding to his touch.
The flame of sin burned hotter, his guilt fading as desire took over.
If this was what it took to save her, he’d give it everything he had.
Of course, he doesn’t do it for fun.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, the scent of earth and flowers filling his senses.
Her skin was heavenly, her pulse faint but steady, and as he kissed her, he felt a subtle shift in the air... a stirring of miasma, a flicker of life.
His hands moved to the straps of her dress, easing them down to expose more of her chest, her breasts spilling free, full and inviting.
"Ohhh" He groaned softly, his lips trailing lower, kissing the swell of her breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak.
"Mmmm!"
The tree spirit’s body arched slightly, a soft gasp escaping her lips, her unconscious form reacting to the stimulation.
So cute.
She wasn’t even resisiting.
Alan’s hands roamed lower, sliding the dress up to reveal her wide hips and long legs, his fingers tracing the curve of her thighs.
The purple marks were more pronounced here, but they seemed to fade slightly under his touch, as if his energy was already working to restore her.
Could it be that three spirit senses his energy so, she doesn’t resist?
But he didn’t have an actual answer.
Either way, his arousal was undeniable as his cock was straining against his trousers.
It was throbbing.
He positioned himself between the tree spirit’s legs, after slightly spreading them with his hands.
He eased the dress higher, exposing her core, and groaned at the sight of her, her body a perfect blend of divine beauty and mortal allure.
"Nnnn, Mmmm.... Mmm"
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, his kisses slow and deliberate as he worked his way closer, her faint moans growing louder with each touch.
He parted her thighs even more, his fingers teasing her entrance, finding her already wet.
It was a sign that her spirit, even in slumber, craved his dick.
She was ready.
He was too.
"Damn... you’re perfect," he muttered as he pulled down his trouser.
his voice was rough with need as he positioned himself, his cock pressing against her.
He entered her slowly, a low groan escaping his lips as her warmth enveloped him, her body yielding yet tight, a paradox of softness and strength.
It was best.
