Mythran's Master Of All

“What are you... oh... oooh!” Lylyth gasped and looked down at Ren as he kissed her between the legs. He worked her over well, and pushed as much of his emotions into her as he could. He didn't want to think about what he was actually doing; so, he intentionally lost himself in the sensations. That way, all Lylyth could get from him was what he was feeling; and he let his emotions rule his actions.

Lylyth caught her breath at the sheer flood of emotions that flowed out of Ren, and she had a hard time as she tried to consume them. Fear, terror, greed, anger, and any of the darker emotions, she had lots of experience with. Lust on the other hand, she'd never had anyone feed her that before. She wrapped her mandible/legs around his back, and intended to pull him away; but Ren misunderstood the action, and thought she was offering him encouragement. He grabbed onto her thighs and dug in with a passion.

Lylyth felt amazed when, for the first time in centuries, something started to build inside of her. She could feel how much Ren enjoyed what he was doing, and she fed on that; then her own growing excitement showed as her body reacted to the pleasure, and it added to the intensity of the actions he applied to her. He remembered the last time he had performed this act, and added those feelings to what he offered to her.

Lylyth's eyes widened as his emotions doubled in size and complexity. She gave up her efforts to chew on the emotions and sample what he was feeling, and opened herself wide to let the emotions pour in unfiltered. Just like with Elerlyth, he felt his emotions being drained away.

It's working! Ren thought, kept working on her, and remembered a few more of the other times he'd done this to women, and added them to the flow. He felt Lylyth's breath get faster, and his pleasure at giving her pleasure added into the flow of emotions she consumed. A few minutes later, her hands grabbed the sides of his head, her legs tightened around his back, and he heard her hiss.

Taking that as a sign that she was close to finishing, Ren used his fingers and pushed Lylyth over the edge.

“AAAhhhhhHHHH!!!” Lylyth screamed, clamped her legs together, and broke both of Ren's arms.

“Gah!” Ren grunted as his arms flopped down to his sides and he stopped kissing her. Lylyth felt the change in his emotions, and consumed them without realizing what the change meant. She bucked a little when Ren rested his forehead on her pelvic bone, and a few moments later, unwrapped her legs.

“You... oh, you...” Lylyth said, and moaned in the afterglow. “I can't believe you did that to me.” She licked her lips. “I haven't felt like that since...” She shook her head. “...no. I swore I wouldn't speak his name again.”

“I... I'm glad I... could be of service... Your Highness.” Ren said between breaths.

“What is it?” Lylyth asked. “You weren't out of breath before.”

“It's... it's nothing.” Ren said as he stepped away. “May I go home now?”

“You have fed me well and truly.” Lylyth said. “Of course you can.”