30 NSFW Omake (part 1/4)

Letting my clothes drop to the ground, I flopped into my bed.

My hands found theirselves on my chest, gently cupping, the twin buds.

After a minute or two, my left hand was pinching my nipple while my right hand slowly found its way downwards.

It lightly slithered to my stomach, then my navel, to my thigh, and finally to it's destination.

Two fingers softly explored the opening, slowly stimulating the labia.

"Nnggh," A groan escaped from my lips as my middle finger entered the snitch.

The finger danced around, pulsing in and out in a very slow rhythm.

Then, I stopped.

Moving my right hand in front of my face, I can see the glistening fluids dripping from my digits.

My lips slowly as I stick out my tongue. Then, I cleaned my fingers of my fluids.

Salty.

Closing my eyes, an idea entered my mind.

With a flex of my power, another naked me was by my side.

The me of my last life.

With black hair, dark brown eyes, and light brown skin.

Whenever I had sexual thoughts in this body, woman was my preferred partners.

One time I tried imagining myself having intercourse with a male, the disgust I felt destroyed my mood for a week.

However, when I tried again with my past self, the pleasure I felt was... exhilarating.

His left hand toughed my shoulder, then moving up. My skin tingled wherever he run his hands as desire bubbled up within my chest.

His hand found its way to my neck, then to my chin. Cupping his hand, he lightly moved my head, as if evaluating my face.

My cheeks reddened as a silver of shyness welled deep from within me.

I want to bat his hands away. I want to simply shatter this illusion. But at the same time, I don't want to.

He was the product of my power. He was the me from the past. All his actions were dictated by me.

But at the same time, I want him to dominate me. I want me to dominate myself.

His hand moved up to my cheeks. Brushing it lightly, he then moved it up to my hair, to which he lightly brushed it.

Then he gripped it.

His lips suddenly assaulted mine. My lips parted as his tongue invaded mine. My tongue and the inside of my mouth as thoroughly explored by his appendage as mine intertwined with his.

Soon, our lips parted with a sting of saliva connecting our tongues.

He sat up and with his hands, he placed me in his lap. His member was resting between my ass cheeks.

His left hand found itself to my breast, kneading it. His other hand was exploring my maidenhood.

I craned my neck, and with both of my hands, and I cupped his cheeks.

Then my lips found itself connected with his once more.

A few minutes went on as I did nothing but make out with myself.

-to be continued-