My Second Life Is An Absurdist Power Fantasy 16 16.

Jack winced and turned away, bracing for the searing hot burn of her skin, but instead the gentle brus.h.i.+ng of soft, cool lips against the side of his neck, and s.h.i.+vered with pleasure as she moaned gently in his ear.

"Don't worry" she whispered. "I cast a spell on you before you woke up. I won't burn you."

Jack went to say something in response, but before he could get a sound out of his mouth, she laid her hand over his mouth and hushed him before gently nibbling on his earlobe.

She leaned back, sitting straddled across him, and with a shrug of each shoulder the top half of her paper thin night dress fell off, revealing a set of large, perfectly shaped b.r.e.a.s.t.s like two moonlit blue grapefruit. She grinned devilishly down at him when she saw his jaw drop open, and as if to egg him on further, gently shook her shoulders so they swayed back and forth hypnotically. Something told Jack he shouldn't be staring at them with his mouth open like a virgin moron, but the part of his brain that seemed to be in control of those sorts of things had completely shorted out by this point, apparently, because he couldn't seem to stop himself from doing so.

Eleanor grinned evilly, and leaned down again, pressing her body against his, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He felt the edge of her tongue trace up and down the soft of his throat, and he shuddered. As she did so, he felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over the area. Moments later, he felt a gentle nip of her teeth against his throat, and felt another wave of pleasure rush through his body. He'd never been with a woman in any way whatsoever, although if this is what being touched in this way always felt like, he'd never want to do anything else ever again. G.o.d, he thought, wis.h.i.+ng for a harem was the best decision he had ever made.

Eleanor moaned as she continued to pay attention to his neck, kissing and gently sucking on the area she had nibbled. Jack felt his blood roaring in his ears, and after a minute or so of her teasing him in this way, he began to feel completely lightheaded and almost dizzy with ecstasy.

As if on cue, Eleanor sat up, arching her back and wiping her mouth with a satisfied look on her face. It might have just been a trick of the light, but her lips and the corners of her mouth appeared darker than normal. And reddish.

And there was something darkish and reddish smeared across the back of her hand where she wiped her mouth.

Jack had a creeping sense of dread crawl through his brain, and he slowly reached a hand up to where she had been nuzzled into his neck. He felt something a small spot of something wet, and when he pulled his fingers back, they were covered in something dark and red and sticky.

He panicked, and tried to jerk upright, but Eleanor's hand pushed firmly against his chest and pressed him back down to the ground, her mouth twisting into a smirk as she slowly and seductively shook her head no.