Everyone needs some intimate times (18+)
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"Elara. Elaraaa!" A shakey female voice called. "I'm heading out to pick up mushrooms, okay?"
"No need to tell me, Aunt; I can take care of the house as long as you want," I replied, shouting as her hearing had grown weaker recently. "Besides, I'm training at the moment, so don't worry about me."
I wiped the beads of sweat off my forehead and laid my sword against the wooden fence. The yard was a complete mess, as no one really took the time to sweep or take out the trash. I told them dozens of times, but those were always things left to be done later.
I didn't quite fit that well into the village. Most of the villagers never cared about anything else other than harvesting the farmland. All of them prayed to the meteor in the time each and every day, praying it would fall and protect them if the day ever came. None relied on their own strength.
'Why bother getting strong if you didn't have anyone to protect yourself from?' they would say. They always talked like that.
Aunt Helen, who took me in after I lost both of my parents, was more patient and friendly to me than most. That was why I put up with her and did whatever chores were needed to keep a roof over our heads.
They certainly weren't bad people. They were just unambitious. For the most part, all I could do was respect and protect their way of life, like my parents had. I wanted to honor them in the only way I knew. I remembered little bits and pieces from when they were alive: their advice, their smiles, their tears, their kindness, and everything else. They would certainly want me to continue learning the sword.
"Remember, be back before sunset!" I shouted. She probably couldn't even hear me anymore. Oh, well.
I resumed training. My sword was blunt, and my arms ached from the repetitive motions, but I tried my best. I took a deep breath and adjusted my footing. I put my energy into each swing, thinking of a strong hero, fighting for justice and defeating evil.
"I wish I had friends to practice with."
I frowned and lowered my weapon. Friends were never really my thing. I didn't hate it or dislike it, but it had always just been Aunt Helen and me. As the days passed, I found it less and less necessary, even though deep down, it always saddened me a little.
With another swing, I sliced through the air and hit the hay with a dull thud. The wood underneath the bale of hay made a slight crack, and some dust flew off the bale. I let out a breath. At least the hay was helping with something.
"Ahh, damn, I'm exhausted," I moaned, lying down on the fluffy grass. The wind blowing through the branches cooled my body and helped me relax. If there was a god or goddess that somehow cared for this piece of dirt, they had excellent taste in decoration. I turned my head upward to observe the sky. It was a clear blue, not a single cloud in the air, nor was there any trace of a sunset or dawn.
"Heh," I giggled lewdly, getting up on my feet as I scrambled inside. There, hidden behind the shelves, was something that might make my evening a bit less lonely. Aunt Helen had no idea that I brought something like that.
Pulling out the device with a fluttering heart, I undid the rope holding it together and held it in the air in all its glory.
An eight-inch, life-size dildo made of the best materials was held in the air, completely intact. One would wonder how I got my hands on a treasure like this, but I happened to have a merchant friend who often passes by with new products. And naughty ones, quite often. He and I had a friendly understanding of each other, so he wasn't the kind of man who would rat out some innocent girl for being curious about experimenting with her own body.
Setting the full-length mirror across the bedroom, I lowered my panties with a faint sigh and removed my top and bra. The light from the windows allowed me to get a good look at my body: a toned chest with pink nipples that were sensitive and perky, a slim waist, and long, toned legs. The lower parts were shaved and hairless, keeping them neat and tidy. I smiled, glad my looks didn't disappoint me in the slightest.
I kept my clothes next to me in case Aunt Helen would return unexpectedly, but I was confident she wouldn't come back anytime soon. She was old and had the walking pace of a tortoise. So, I felt free to relax and let my mind travel off to places not so suitable for the pure or virtuous. In fact, I would go out of my way to tease the image in the mirror, playing with my blue hair or sliding my fingers down my breasts. It was so liberating, getting to take full control and exploring what my body wanted. It was a far cry from what the village would want me to be or look like.
"Ohhhh," I cooed, rubbing the head of the dildo against my mouth. "So smooth, so big~. You like this, huh?"
I laughed playfully and squeezed my breasts together, making my nipples brush against the phallus.
It was a divine experience, having my soft curves covered by the soft, pliable object. It made my mind fill up with naughty thoughts, the kinds that would make most blush or scream. But it wasn't my fault; I had urges, too.
I propped my legs up and spread them open in the air, presenting my wet and dripping pussy lips before the tip of the silicon toy. It was large, thicker than the average girth, and ready for action. With a devilish smirk, I moved the head between my thighs and squeezed, making my toes curl in ecstasy.
"You love this, too, don't you~?"
I was too tired from training earlier, so I took my sweet, sweet time in giving my inner walls a nice stretch. It was hot, heavy, and thick, perfect for hitting all the right spots and leaving me moaning and crying for mercy. I tried pressing it a little further in than usual, something I had never attempted before. The slight stinging pain added an exciting and addictive kick, the feeling of having the toy reach where it shouldn't, and the danger of someone walking in on me. It was absolutely exhilarating, my heart racing a mile a minute.
"Damn it, so close~," I whimpered. "C'mon, don't hold back."
With a thrust and a groan, I pushed the entire length inside my pussy, burying the tip past my comfort zone. I clenched my jaw and squirmed a little as a mind-numbing sensation raged through my body. I could almost feel my stomach bulge under the pressure. I wasn't used to having such a big and filling feeling, and the results were obvious. I was shaking and shivering, ready to let it all loose tonight.
As I was about to reach orgasm in a feverish high, the ground shook, and a deafening roar rang through the air.
"Shit," I cursed. "That can't be good."
In the mirror, my blue hair was messy, and my face flushed red with sweat. My panties and bra were still on the bed. It was not how I should be looking after an earthquake. I scrambled to cover my naked body with whatever cloth was available and raced out the door to meet the chaos and carnage.
The village was completely deserted as people rushed past, trying to seek shelter in the woods or nearby hills. Children were crying as their parents dragged them away from the ruins of their homes. Some were clutching their belongings, but none seemed to know what was going on. And the screaming was endless; it seemed like everyone had lost their minds.
"Hey!" I shouted, rushing toward a middle-aged woman whose clothes were tattered. "Do you know what's going on?"
She couldn't hear me as she ran away, tripping and falling. But that wasn't the issue. A towering object slowly descended from the skies, leaving a blazing trail of flames in its wake.
A meteor, larger than the houses and taller than the trees. It was beautiful but destructive. A force like that could wipe out entire continents, and we had just discovered a sliver of it heading for us. I immediately dashed inside the house, looking at it in terror out of the window. The lights flickered, and the ground shuddered, but the sight remained etched in my mind.
"Fucking hell! Is there a worse timing?!"