13 Dylan – Sexual Training [R-18]

The scent of perfume lingered in my nose. It was mildly fruity and sweet like vanilla.

I'd been sleeping for who knows how many hours, but I knew I wasn't dreaming. The smell was making me hungry . . . and hungrier. Why does it feel like my stomach is empty?

I stirred in my sleep and reached for a pillow to hug, but I felt something soft and squishy filling my hand. I gently squeezed the softness and . . . a woman squirmed so cutely that I sleepily opened my eyes.

"L-Lord Dylan? Are you awake now?"

Cordelia? I lifted my head and found myself staring at her melon-sized breasts, enticingly pushed together by the tight fabric of her white gown. I looked at my hand . . . my right hand was groping her breast, and my cheek was slightly resting on her other breast.

My brain lagged for three seconds, then reality punched me hard in the face.

"Cordelia!" I bolted upright and hit my back against the wall. She was lying on my bed—with me. "Why are we sleeping together? Did I touch you without your consent? Did we have sex?" I looked under the bedsheet just to make sure my pants was still on.

It was on.

Cordelia, who was back to her flawless human form, sat up and buried her blushing face into her hands. "N-Nothing like that happened! I wouldn't take advantage of Lord Dylan while he's asleep!"

"What exactly happened? My head is a little hazy," I said, glancing at the wall clock hanging by the door. 3:15 PM. I was out that long?

"Does Lord Dylan not remember at all?" Cordelia unhid her face, and a frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. "After your brief duel with the Ripper Dragon, you had lost consciousness. Lord Asmodeus, Rhea, and I brought you back home."

Rhea? That must be the raven's name. "Where are they?"

"Lord Asmodeus and Rhea had to . . . return and stay back for a while to be questioned by the authorities. Lord Dylan kind of . . . damaged government property." She smiled crookedly.

Oh, crap. The choke slam. "Am I in big trouble?"

"No, you are not." Cordelia shook her head. "Lord Asmodeus has it all under control. Late bloomers can escape charges."

"I have tons of questions about what had happened, but I'll apologize to Dad first when he returns," I said, sighing. "Anyway, can you explain to me why we are sleeping together? No judgment."

Cordelia bit her bottom lip. "I-I figured that when one of your powers and magical abilities had awakened, your body was unable to handle the abrupt strain." Her cheeks were turning pink as she explained. "And your father had guessed that you were extremely low on sexual energy . . . so I cuddled you into bed."

"Genuine question. Is physical touch enough for me?" I agree that Cordelia has a nice figure (and personality), but I didn't feel like jumping on her . . . yet. "How will I know if I'm . . . feeding?"

"U-Um . . . Lord Dylan should feel overwhelmed with happiness and excitement! It is very much like how you feel whenever you have intercourse with someone you like or whenever you . . . relieve yourself." Cordelia cupped her bright red face.

"Okay . . . go on." I fanned myself with my full hoodie jacket. "I'm listening."

"Feeding needs will vary for each Lust Primordial. As for Lord Dylan . . ." She twiddled with her fingers. "I'm not sure if using my breasts as substitute pillows is an adequate source of excitement. It is up to his preference."

Now that she mentioned it . . . I couldn't help ogling at her tasty-looking melons.

"If you're curious . . ." Crap. My dick is throbbing. "I do prefer touching and looking at . . . breasts. My second favorite is . . . between your legs . . . and thighs."

"Oh . . ." Cordelia shifted her legs under the bedsheet and got on all fours like a seductive cat. "If Lord Dylan is in the mood . . ." She crawled right next to me and sat on my lap, positioning her legs on either side of my thighs.

My whole body went stiff from head to toe. I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest as she made herself comfortable on my lap. Are we going to do it?

"C-Cordelia? Wait a minute—" She pressed her prized jugs on my chest and slid her crotch on top of my bulge. Fuck! I glanced down and saw the hem of her gown rolling up, exposing her thick milky thighs. "Hot damn . . ."

Cordelia slowly wrapped her arms around my shoulders, then she looked at me with her beautiful amethyst eyes. In a sweet, shy voice, she said, "Lord Dylan may start his . . . sexual training with me."

I'm not the type to curse, but fuck me! How did this escalate so quickly?

"Give me a minute to . . . think." I looked into her eyes. She was staring at me with those alluring bedroom eyes. Shit. Did she put me under a spell?

Come on, Dylan. A cute lady is waiting for you to ruin her. Now's your chance to leave the virgin world. It's now or never.

I gritted my teeth. "No turning back."

"No turning—?"

I kissed her lips.

Cordelia squeezed my shoulders with her arms. Surprised? Good. That was the reaction I was aiming for. Now . . . it was time to put my fantasies into reality.

I tilted my head to the opposite side and nibbled on her bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Cordelia felt shy, but she eventually responded by kissing me back. I caged her tiny waist with my arms and pulled her closer to my body. The hem of her gown rolled higher and I caught a glimpse of her purple panties. I smirked and broke the kiss.

"Do you know what else excites me?" I asked in a deeper voice.

She squeaked like a mouse. "W-What?"

I leaned to her ear and whispered, "A moaning woman."

"Lord Dylan wants me to— Ngh!" Cordelia shut her eyes and held onto my shoulders tight.

"What was that reaction? Did you want to stop?" My fingers were groping her valleys . . . her wet valleys below. I fondled her soft folds and watched her face contort in pleasure. "Let me tell you a secret. Sometimes, I watch videos about the female body.

"A male doctor said . . . the first layer is where a woman feels the pleasure of sex. The sensitive clitoris is found somewhere up here." I pressed my fingers a bit harder, and she let out a cute moan. Her chest rose and fell as I continued, "When a woman says deeper . . ." I kneaded her folds like dough. "What she means is to hit the first layer harder. She doesn't feel anything if we go deeper inside. Is that true?"

Cordelia nodded and squirmed. "Y-Yes . . . Lord Dylan." She lowered her head, allowing her silver hair to act as curtains for her cute erotic face. "T-The surface is very sensitive . . . a-and it's the angle for me."

"Are you praising my fingers right now?" I smirked. "You're getting wetter down here."

Damn it. Is this my instinct as a Lust Primordial? I didn't know that I could be so . . . bold and naughty. I was planning to slip my fingers inside her purple panties, but she got ahead of me.

Cordelia knelt on the mattress and raised her hips. She took my fingers and slipped them through the soaked fabric of her panties. My dick hardened. I could feel her soft flesh and warm sticky juice coating my fingers. Shit.

She was blushing when she asked, "Do you feel it now? Are you feeling more energized?" Then she lowered her hips and began humping my fingers in a slow rhythm. I heard something. Her juice . . . her juice was squelching every time she pressed down on my fingers. She held onto my shoulder as leverage and humped faster. "L-Lord Dylan—" She closed her eyes and moaned together with the beat. "L-Lord Dyl-ah-ah-an! Ha . . . A-Am I d-doing g-great? Ngh . . . Y-Your fingers . . . feels so . . . good."

Am I in heaven? Or in hell? I could feel it. It felt like a sinfully sweet and lustfully dark aura was slowly fusing with my body. I know I was hungry for food a while ago but now . . . I was hungry for sex. I wanted it. I wanted the lust to consume me.

It felt like I was addicted to drugs.

Cordelia wiggled her hips until my middle finger got buried in between her slippery folds. She guided my fingertip and I felt . . . a button. Is this her clit? I tapped the sensitive muscle and fondled it a bit. Cordelia let out a high-pitch moan and she . . . squirted?

"Fuck . . . Cordelia," I said, looking at my dripping wet hand. "If this keeps up . . ."

Her knees were trembling and growing weak, but she didn't stop humping my fingers. She was enjoying it, and I was too. "P-Please . . . I'm warm and ready. I-I want Lord Dylan right now."

Shit. That was the last straw.

I swiftly changed our positions, laying her flat on her belly. Then I raised her buttocks and put two pillows under her.

Cordelia gasped and looked over her arched back. Her gown had rolled down to her breasts. "This . . . This position is embarrassing. A-Are you going do it from behind, Lord Dylan?"

"I am, and you'll love it." I stared at her peaches like a hungry wolf, then I pulled her panties down to her knees. Finally, a real-life pussy flashed before my burning eyes. Cordelia's entrance was beautifully pink and leaking for me. "Do you like me this much? Naughty girl."

Cordelia was unable to respond to my teasing. I unzipped my pants . . . and my erect dick sprung out of its confinement. She tore her shy gaze away and buried her face into her arms. I smirked at her speechless reaction.

Before putting it in, I asked an important question, "Is there another rule for breeding with the opposite race?"

"N-No need to worry, Lord Dylan," she said, digging her fingers into the bedsheet. "W-Warlocks can only get pregnant with a fellow warlock. Please . . . enjoy me as much as you'd like."

"Alright. I'll be gentle."

No, I wasn't.

My bedroom got filled with her loud, begging moans. I pounded into her like it was the end of the universe.