A soft moan escaped Loona’s lips.

"You’re beautiful," I whispered against her mouth, leaning in until our lips brushed. "You’re perfect."

She returned the kiss for a brief, breathless moment before nuzzling deep into the crook of my neck, pressing her soft body tightly against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.

"I’m not," she sighed, her breath warm against my skin. "But when you say it, I almost believe you."

I brought my hand up to stroke her hair. She hummed in approval, completely oblivious to the fact that my knee was still gently teasing her lace panties. Beneath the fabric, she was already growing wet.

"How many times have I told you that you’re beautiful?" I murmured, my lips tracing her jaw.

"Three times now," she whispered back.

"I’ll keep telling you until you lose count," I promised.

Surprisingly, that earned me a soft chuckle. "You’re so strange, Asher. It’s clear I completely misjudged you the moment we met."

My curiosity rose. "And what was that judgment?"

She laughed it off, shaking her head. "That’s my secret."

"Ouch..."

She chuckled again, and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to make her smile. I wanted to make her feel human again, to introduce her to the real pleasures of life and make her feel truly special.

As her laughter subsided, I went back to running my fingers through her hair in long, soothing motions, punctuating the rhythm with gentle kisses against her crown.

"Can it just be this for a little while?" she murmured, her hand coming up to loosely caress my shoulder. "Just you holding me and loving on me like this? Things Josh has never done..."

"It can be," I assured her. "We can just cuddle if that’s what you want. Or you can use me as your personal stress ball."

She let out another soft laugh, accompanied by a contented sigh as she nuzzled against my lips, pressing herself even closer for a brief moment.

"I don’t want to just cuddle," she declared after a moment of quiet consideration. "I want... you. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up. I want to feel good... just like you made me feel during the massage. But I’m scared."

I pressed a long, gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Scared of falling head over heels for me?"

She frowned slightly. "You’re incredibly egoistic."

I shrugged, unfazed. "I just know my worth."

My kisses traced a path down her neck to her collarbone, eventually settling in the warm cleavage between her plump breasts. I could feel her pelvis beginning to slowly roll against my knee, chasing the friction it provided against her aching cunt.

Using one hand, I slowly massaged her breast, earning a quiet hum of approval. She drew in a sharp breath when I dragged my fingernails lightly across the underside of the swell, followed by an excited whimper when I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Glancing up, I saw her free hand mimicking my movements, pinching her other nipple in perfect concert with me.

She began to rub herself faster against my knee, soaking the fabric. Her breath hitched, coming in ragged gasps.

Suddenly, my *Sexual Profile* skill mapped out her entire body in my mind’s eye. Her most potent erogenous zones lit up like red sniper targets. Carefully releasing her breast, I ran my hand down her belly, tracing the path of those glowing red dots. The systematic precision drove her sensitivity through the roof, pushing her arousal off the charts.

When I felt the sheer warmth of her moisture soaking right through to my thigh, I deliberately pulled my leg back. She gasped, nearly crying out at the sudden loss of contact, desperate to keep me there.

"Mmm... you’ve gotten so wet, it’s practically dripping onto your gown," I commented, looking down at her.

Her eyes remained locked onto mine. "You seduced a sex-starved woman. What exactly did you expect?"

I chuckled. "Well, we certainly don’t want you ruining these sexy panties, do we? Let’s get rid of them."

I reached down, gripping the sides of her underwear, and began to slide them down her legs. As the lace parted from her swollen slit, a thick, glossy strand of her pussy juices stretched between her pussy and the panties before finally breaking. It was an incredibly hot sight.

Willingly, she arched her hips to help me slide the panties down her thighs and off her feet. I caught the damp lace in my hand and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmm... smells absolutely heavenly."

She smiled weakly, her cheeks flushed. "You’re a pervert."

"And this pervert is going to make you his very soon," I responded, glancing up at the system notification hovering above her head.

[Loona Taming Process: 63%]

She was breaking much faster than I had anticipated.

"Open your thighs wide for me," I commanded softly.

"I don’t want to," she teased, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

"Are you sure about that, sweetie? I’m the only one here who can satisfy those intense cravings of yours and you know it."

Instead of complying, she reached down to her own wet pussy slit with her right hand, her thighs only half-parted. She began to deliberately stroke herself right in front of me, her other hand continuing to pinch her nipple.

"I can satisfy myself," she countered, her voice dropping into a sultry, teasing cadence. "I’ve done it plenty of times. I think I’ve become quite an expert at it."

"Really now?" I asked, watching her as my own cock throbbed violently against the confinement of my work pants. "Show me how you do it."

She grinned, entering a trance of her own making. "I usually just... move in circles," she remarked, her fingers swirling over her clit. "I rub in circles, play with my boobs, and think about a dirty fanfic or watch some porn. Eventually, I cum." She continued to stroke herself, her sighs turning into quiet, needy moans.

After watching her solo performance for a minute, I reached out and rested my hand directly over hers. Taking the cue, she withdrew her fingers, and a second later, my own hand took her place against her wet vulva.

I slid my middle and ring fingers along either side of her clit, tracing down between her swollen outer and inner lips. Almost instantly, her hips bucked upward against my palm. I accelerated my pace, settling into a rhythmic, elliptical motion to replicate the circular routine she preferred while keeping steady pressure on her hyper-sensitive labia. Lost in the sensation, she brought her free hand up to her chest, now massaging both of her massive breasts and pinching her nipples simultaneously.

The combination worked flawlessly. Her sighs turned into deep, insistent moans. She rocked her hips in perfect sync with my hand, a blissful smile stretching across her face as she surrendered to the targeted pleasure. Within a few minutes, her entire body began to tremble and tense.

"I’m gonna—" she gasped, her eyes fluttering open in a brief moment of panic. "I’m gonna cum!"

She closed her eyes tightly, letting out a long, shuddering cry of pure release. Her thighs snapped shut, clamping my hand firmly against her vibrating vulva. I felt her internal muscles clench and spasm around my fingers in powerful waves of an orgasm, slowly subsiding into a rhythmic throb as the climax tailed off.

Panting heavily in absolute bliss, she finally relaxed her legs, opening her thighs wide to let my hand go.

I looked down at her flushed, beautiful face. "Look who has her thighs wide open now," I joked.

She rolled her eyes weakly. "You’re impossible."

My hand trick had worked wonders, bumping her progression bar up significantly.

[Loona Taming Process: 71%]

But I needed to give her the real thing to cement my hold. Unbuckling my belt, I shoved my trousers halfway down my thighs, unleashing my hard, starved throbbing cock.

"My dick missed you a lot," I murmured, giving it a slow stroke. "Didn’t you miss it just as much?"

She shook her head sideways, trying to deny it, but a deep blush crept across her face, bringing out her beautiful dimples. "I didn’t."

"Really?"

Positioning myself between her open thighs, I pressed my length flat against her pelvis. She whimpered; she was still hyper-sensitive from her recent orgasm, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to drive her completely insane.

I guided the bulbous head of my cock right against her drenched dripping opening and shoved it in—just the head. Not even the full head, just enough to make her feel the sheer girth of it. To make her crave it. To make her desperate.

Predictably, her inner walls reacted like a vacuum, trying to suck me all the way inside. She tried to thrust her hips upward to force more of me in, but I smoothly pulled back, denying her.

"What’s wrong, Loona?" I chuckled, looking down at her frantic expression. "Do you want more?"

She frowned, her pride fighting back. "No!"

"Then I suppose the tip is all you’re getting today. Josh can come home and give you the rest... if he even decides to touch his little toy tonight with his pathetic excuse for a dick," I taunted, leaning down. "But I could give you this masterpiece right now. A dick that deserves to be worshiped. If only you’re willing to beg for it."

She let out a ragged sigh. "I thought you said you cared about me. That’s clearly not how a loving man treats a woman. Making her beg? Really?"

I chuckled, completely unapologetic. "I have my own... unique ways of showing affection."

Silence stretched between us for a few agonizing seconds as her body burned for completion.

"More..." she finally muttered, her voice barely a whisper.

"More what?"

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide and glossy with defeat. "I’ll stroke your ego today and beg for it... Please, Asher, give me more of your cock. I’ve been starving for it."

With my pride thoroughly stoked, a dark smile spread across my face. "I’m going to make you the happiest woman on earth today, Loona. Brace yourself."

To be continued...