Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy. - Chapter 159: The Lust Stat (18+)
- Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.
- Chapter 159: The Lust Stat (18+)
Chapter 159: The Lust Stat (18+)
As Devon pondered the potential of his new system in which he was classified as a Budding Immortal, he hastily set up the dwarven contraption tent. It was getting very late, and Devon wanted the sleeping and exhausted Vesta to have a good nap in the comfort of a tent as he took watch, so that in a few hours he too could sleep and she could keep watch. Plus, the rock roof could only do so much in keeping the sleeping Vesta dry when the damn wind kept blowing more specks of rain into the cave entrance.
With the final piece set up, the tent actually looked like one for once, with so much room inside it that Devon could fully stand up and still have some space on top of his head. He quickly reshuffled the sleeping blankets and pillows, then hoisted the sleeping sexy beauty over into the tent, placing her gingerly on the blankets. He did a double take as he crawled over her body after putting her down to go back on watch, just ogling her womanly body and luscious face with plump pink lips and long eyelashes.
Before he could get out the tent entrance, a woman’s arm wrapped around his arm. And her grip was quite strong, might he add. These damn amazons were really something else, huh.
“Don’t… go…” Vesta murmured sleepily. With a yank, the half-sleeping tan beauty pulled him onto her, his cheek falling right onto her breast. While the lower half of her body was stripped due to Devon’s earlier sexcapades, her top half was still dressed in tribal garb.
“I have to keep watch,” Devon said, worried that another night time intruder would find its way to their cavern.
“Keep watch… from here…” Vesta replied sleepily, her eyes still closed as she spoke.
Devon wanted to argue, but the amazon’s hold on him was a lot stronger than he first expected. And my god, did her body feel good pressed up against his. He couldn’t resist his hand slipping under her tribal garb and onto her cold, squishy left breast.
Pfft. No wonder his system marked his lust stat as strong, with nearly every other stat sitting at nonexistent. He really had an insatiable lust for beautiful women, one that he’d fulfill no matter what the cost was.
Devon had already rationalized that if a panther or something broke into their tent during all of this, he’d just whip out the pistol that he had conveniently placed safely to the right of him and give the intruder a good ol’ taste of lead.
He was now fully body cuddling Vesta, his other arm now wrapped around her tiny waist as he pulled her lascivious body towards him, savoring the feeling of cuddling with such a sexy beauty all night.
Just as his strong rating lust stat would indicate, he already had a raging boner again, for the third time this night alone. Vesta let out some content sighing and breathing noises, something that only made Devon’s boner harder.
With a tug, Devon pulled down his pants once more to reveal his manly junior underneath. He pressed it against Vesta’s plump and tan ass, then guided it down until it encountered the sensation of a familiar wet slit. Hearing her breathe loudly like she had fallen a bit more asleep, Devon happily plunged his cock into her tight little slit again, her pussy squeezing him for dear life.
[You have earned lust experience]
Well that was a new development. But Devon honestly didn’t care at all. He was feeling way too good cuddling his new female sex toy as he busily humped away against her ass while holding her tightly.
*Slap* *slap* *slap*
Lewd slapping sounds and ragged breathing from the half-sleeping Vesta were all that filled the night alongside the ambience of rain and thunder. The tightness of her pussy was like a vice grip, and Devon felt his life essence start to get squeezed out of him with every pump of his hips. But he couldn’t stop, for the life of him.
At this point, even if a dragon tore their tent away, Devon wasn’t sure if he could stop his own hips from raping Vesta any deeper.
It just felt too damn good to stop. A feeling only exacerbated and magnified by his colossal lust stat. Devon closed his eyes and squeezed her body closer into his with his arms, and pumped his hips like his life depended on it, feeling an amazing sensation about to come up and shoot so deep into Vesta’s waiting tight pussy.