Men Love Nymphos

''With this endurance, I can say his level must be high,'' said the fox. Or something similar. I'm not sure, I was busy moaning. Hermes get out for the last time and leaned his head against my naked chest. Everything I wore had disappeared somehow in the process.

I ran my fingers absently through his hair. It was the same color that children who had blond hair when they were young had when they grew up. Thinking of Hermes as a blonde baby made me giggle again. I frowned. Me? Giggling?

''It must be the comfort that comes from orgasm,'' said the fox.

''What is it that makes you so happy to think?'' said Hermes.

''You,'' I said. ''Were you blonde as a kid?''

''I don't remember.'' Hermes rubbed his face against my breasts like a giant version of a lazy cat, and when he found a comfortable position, he closed his eyes and returned to pretend to be sleeping. ''I'm too old to remember.''

You don't look old, I was going to say, but I paused. He said that his aging slowed down because his level was so high. This meant that he was noble, if not royal. It must have been a terrible thing to stay young while loved ones grow old and die. I wondered how old he was.

''His younger brother doesn't look more than sixty years old. It can be seventy or eighty if he had leveled enough before he got injured. Since you fucked the older brother, ninety maybe? Ninety years are a blink of an eye for powerful demons,'' the fox said.

I looked at the Hermes. He seemed no older than thirty. I took my hands away from his hair and moved to get away from him. He let me go, but not without scowling like a kid whose teddy bear was taken. I was a little worried that he can be addicted, but just a little. I never played with his mind, it was a low possibility.

Looking at the ground full of dust and stones, I frowned. Stretching out to reach my boots, my hair brushed the dirty floor and my breasts bounced uncomfortably, well uncomfortably for me. My audience didn't seem to have any complaints.

''Do you see with my eyes, or do you see me?'' I asked the fox.

''I see everything,'' said the fox. I can't say I believed that but I didn't ask again. I put the boots on but because the laces looked too complicated to my eyes at the moment, I left them like this. While looking for the rest of my clothes, I saw my new armor.

''Why were you looking for me this morning?'' said Hermes.

''I was going to ask something about... something.'' I put on the chain armor. It was surprisingly light. ''I don't want to talk about business. I don't even remember what to ask.'' I reached for one of the chain gloves.

''What do you want to talk about?'' Hermes straightened up on the sofa and sat, revealing his tastefully contoured upper body. Then he slipped as if sitting was exhausting and stood in a half lying position. Hoping I didn't steal too much of his life energy, I returned to the sofa.

''How do you feel?''

''Tired and happy,'' he said with his eyes closed. ''How do you feel?''

''Happy but not tired.'' When I put on both of the chain gloves, I stopped and looked at the runes on them. The chain itself was silver in color. There were gold patterns run down through my knuckles to form a bracelet. Real gold was one of the metals with the greatest magic carrying capacity. I guessed the runes are protection spells since they are part of an armor set.

Another time I would have tried to find out what they do, but the rough surface of the chain glove was giving me different ideas. I ran my fingers to my inner thighs. The surface of the chain glove was rough, hard, and cold. I gasped when I took my clitoris between two metal covered fingers.

''Didn't you reached even a single orgasm? I'm in shame,'' said Hermes. I was sure he knew I had an orgasm. Orgasms. He was mocking me. I could feel his lust return to the surface and when I saw his erection, it became clear that I wasn't mistaken.

''You don't seem like you are in shame. You look like you want to prove yourself.'' Hermes didn't answer. He just stood there and watched me, meanwhile casually stroking his dick. This was more embarrassing than having real sex. I felt my cheeks burn.

''Show me,'' said Hermes.

I knew I started this. I didn't want to take a step back, so the only thing I could do was go forward. I turned to him and spread my legs. ''Are you planning to come here?'' There was a meter or so between us.

''Nah. You have to come here if you want me in.''

Of course, I didn't go to him. The last remnants of my pride didn't let me. Instead, I closed my eyes, tried to forget his existence, and caressed myself. Hermes didn't come either. It seems like he, too, didn't like to back down.

He waited and watched until my spine stretched like a bow, I bit my lips and scratched the sheet so as not to scream. Then, he grabbed me by my ankle and pulled me towards him.

About an hour later, I was finally wearing my underwear back. "You're totally different in bed than you normally would," said Hermes.

''Did you like it?'' I asked.

''I loved it.''