Chapter 143 – How to blow somebody away. [Erotic Content]

Chapter 143 – How to blow somebody away. [Erotic Content]

Sylph stopped her constant chanting once he was naked.

In the ensuing silence, her hungry gaze spoke louder than any words. Not that it prevented her from going back to babbling. “Ho-ho-ho, never really got to look at you in all, really ALL, the details before now....”

Sylph’s mouth twisted into a teeth-revealing grin as she looked at John’s defined body. From what he understood Strength had the physical change of muscle growth while Endurance made them more defined. His slim build overall remained but his high Endurance had taken away whatever excess fat or skin he had and left nothing but a toned body. He wasn’t quite Greek statue level but if he raised Strength some more he might get there eventually.

He was not used to being checked out in such an open manner though. He was even less used to being looked at with eyes more perverted than his own. The lecherous intent may have disturbed him, if it hadn’t come from a person he was quite literally connected to.

“....Nice, really nice,” Sylph finished her sentence and then jumped at him. John easily caught her, the little bundle of energy weighed next to nothing. Instincts took control over the situation. Two perverts with the same thought, mouths closing in on each other.

Sylph’s lips were soft little cushions. Eagerly, their mouths opened. Tongues carefully probed. Their tongues touched, then fenced and wrestled without holding back. An electric tingle discharged from Sylph’s tongue, it was not enough to numb him even, just a pleasant, soft prickling. Any designs Sylph had on being in charge had already melted away, and so John stepped into his preferred role.

John reached to the back of her head. Her hair, incredibly fine and fluffy, ran through his fingers with the whisper of silk, despite its wild appearance. Deeper, he pulled her into the kiss. He breathed her scent in, innocent flowers and honey. It filled his nostrils and his lungs with sweetness. Thus enraptured by the soft prickling of her tongue, the delicacy of her hair, the sweetness of her scent, John’s dick swelled to full hardness.

Pressing against Sylph’s cunt was easily done, even standing. She was so light and so small, a combination as if made for manhandling. His cock was covered in moisture. Her scent crept through every corner of his being. Eager for more of her, he pulled her down with him as he dropped onto the bed.

Sylph now lay beneath him. Their kiss broke, her amber eyes stared into his. His hand, next to her head on the bed, vanished in the sheer endless storm of her hair that seemed to shift into varying wild patterns even as everything else was still. The only other things in the room that were moving were their chests, pumping heavily in desire.

John lowered his head towards the tempest elemental's shapely breasts, unable to resist the temptation that their rise and fall presented to him. His mouth greedily sucked the top of the tit that he caught, playing with the hard, pink nipple, twirling his tongue around it. His right hand got busy with groping Sylph’s other breast, teasing the sensitive nipple with his index finger and thumb. He continued to caress the soft flesh – or was it fluffy air? – for a bit longer.

“Mhm, Johnny, I like that, can you maybe, use your tongue on the base a bit more...? Yeah, like that, and then maybe change the side?” Sylph blabbered out her requests.VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for new novels

John obliged, shifted his focus and the arm he was leaning on and in response got Sylph to giggle. A light-hearted sound, interrupted by the sigh of desire that went along with John’s tongue flicking her nipple.

“Okay, okay, enough of my tits,” Sylph decided and pulled his head back up to her face to shower him in kisses. Then there was a literal whirlwind that had John lose all sense of perspective for a moment before he found himself leaning against the wall. He caught a glimpse of Sylph greedily wiggling her fingers between his legs, eyes glittering with mischief and lust, before his blanket fell down, hiding both his legs and the tempest elemental from view.

What should have gone limp stayed hard in Sylph’s mouth. This was not that surprising in and of itself, as his heightened Libido and Endurance had blessed him with the ability to cum twice in a row reliably. Nevertheless, going from the ecstasy of a talented electrifying blowjob to a perfect electrifying blowjob sent his fuses into deep-fry. Now he was the putty in Sylph’s hands and the tempest elemental, not even noticing that, now mixed her relentless deepthroat and tongue assault with the bobbing of her head. In and out of her throat he went, not the slightest beat was missed, not a sensitive spot left unpressured, all of it was too much.

Sylph felt that traitorous pulsing again and quickly raised her head. Both of her delicate hands wrapped around the shaft in an impulse to pump him to completion instead. It was less skilled but John was past the point of no return anyhow, colours exploding behind closed eyelids just as his semen splattered into Sylph’s mouth. The tempest elemental got what she wanted, caught all of it on her tongue, and moaned at the flavour.

She threw the blanket aside and tapped John on the collarbone. He opened his eyes and witnessed Sylph presenting the whole load that filled her cute little mouth to him before closing her mouth and swallowing it in a single gulp. “Thanks for the meal~” she sang.

John’s brain was still fried but even if he had been in complete control this next part wouldn’t have changed. In a flurry of motions, he pinned Sylph to the bed underneath him. The tempest elemental didn’t struggle in the least. Why would she? She wanted what John wanted, they could both feel it. He searched for her slit. The hairless pussy was waiting for his dick, glistening wet with the same mana based lubrication that she had breathed on his manhood earlier. He aligned himself and went in with a single thrust.

Her pussy was the eye of the storm, that was the best metaphor John could come up with. Pushing in and out was essentially frictionless. But all around, the winds were in turmoil. A steady stream of movement, with his dick at the centre and just like with Salamander the storm only got wilder the more he fucked her.

Unlike Salamander’s vagina however, Sylph’s wasn’t about the speed he chose to penetrate her with, it wasn’t a continuously escalating depth that demanded more and more of him until he no longer could. No, with Sylph it was much subtler, each of his thrusts seemed to add a new spin to the storm, that stayed, added a gust that teased his dick at the next thrust. It all depended on the force he used, the speed, the angle and, as it turned out, on Sylph herself

“Oh, gosh, darnit, Johnny, there is something, uhh, I am, is this? Oh, I dunno, I guess it is one, I am cumming, I am Oooooooahhhh,” Sylph cried out and the storm inside her narrowed, the mixture of ephemeral winds and solid walls caressing his cock in a much tighter whirl.

John had barely begun really fucking. The tempest elemental, evidently, had a hair trigger when it came to orgasms – a fact for which she had low Endurance and high Libido to thank for or it was just in her nature. Squirming and spasming, she grabbed at the sheets. Her cries handed the control of the scene firmly back to John, who swiftly got to work on truly making her a blabbering mess.

Her hair, already wild, became downright messy in look, like she had just woken up after sleeping with wet hair. Her mouth was agape, her tongue outstretched, slurring her words. “YESH, yeeeeeeshhhhh, thish sho goooooood, Ih wahndeeed dissssh!”

Every other hard plunge into her prolonged the chain of orgasms the perverted little woman was subjected to. The storm inside her quickly turned into a hurricane. Her eyes rolled upwards, then snapped back in a wild effort to take in more of the scene. She stared at him, she stared at his hair, she stared at the ceiling, then she stared at nothing in particular, then finally the little elemental’s eyes just rolled up for good. Her words were completely jumbled at this point. Her hands played with her tits, pressed them together, flicked her nipples. One reached down, to rub her clit at a feverish pace. Her pussy gushed, drenching their sexes and the bedsheets in her juices. She came and came again, writhing as she played with herself, a bundle cock-drunk and wanting.

John took in the sight, and thrusted, he heard her screams, and thrusted, he felt the walls of wind around his dick, and thrusted. He thrusted and thrusted into her over and over again, lasting for a time long enough for Sylph to even lose the energy to play with herself before he finally felt his balls tighten again. His shaft tensed but still he thrusted, as hard and as quick as he could now, the bed squeaking under his efforts. Then his whole body tensed and his sperm flooded into her. Sylph’s incoherency became a single scream of debauchery and bliss that surely reverberated throughout the whole house.

All was white as he bowed over the attractive, fun-sized female. Each twitch of her contorted face was followed by another tensing of his cock. The storm raged on, wringing every last drop out of him, and she grinned, taking it all, until he had nothing left to give.

Even after he had pulled out, Sylph just lay there. Twitching occasionally in a multi-orgasmic afterglow, she embodied the words ‘fucked silly’, giggling and grinning. It was a sight that almost managed to make John hard again in that very second. Almost.

Just one more elemental to evolve.