Head tilted back, the widow props herself on her hands, pressing her palms on my abs. She must like the feel of me— these hard muscles I now have. Women had never leaned on me like this in my original body.Captivated by her rhythmic up and down movements, my breathing grows deep and fast, matching her every ascending and descending motion. My focus wavers between the incredibly warm feeling of her walls arousing every nerve ending on my cock and her flawless tits enticing me to feel them the more she arches her back. Completely bewitched, I reach out, and my palms cage the two alluring mounds, the nipples hardening as I ensnare them between my knuckles. Her cry of pleasure drives me to the edge, but right when I am about to explode inside her, she drops over my chest. Her breathing is swift and shallow, her body shuddering in a flood of sensations.“I’m not done yet, you know,” I whisper, tucking away a strand of her hair behind her ear before seizing her hips. With a fierce grip,

Trying to play the hard part of being the dutiful blacksmith’s apprentice, here I stand next to the anvil with my facial muscles all tensed up, my eyes moving up and down following the hammer in motion as it falls upon the heated iron.All I can think of is that I don’t want to hit my fingers so I guess I’m pretty tense. Let’s just say that having a blacksmith’s memories doesn’t actually make you a blacksmith. Just as if someone were to have my memories, it wouldn’t make them the sex god I am. Of course, because David McConnell is one of a kind, in any universe he’s in. [Do you really want to make me barf? Your thoughts are obnoxious]Good! I was just about to start thinking of you.[...]No, no! Nothing obnoxious about you, you’re the best system ever![What do you want?]Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering what do you know about this world, Zhenaria.[Zhenaria is the country you’re in, named as such after the ruling dynasty, the Zhen dynasty. And Kerenza is the name of the wor

Darkness has settled as I scour cave after cave. Night or day, it makes no difference here in the gloomy depths of the earth, through stony passages and narrow, twisting tunnels. The only light comes from the candle lamp I’ve brought.As I place the lamp next to an obsidian deposit, I’m happy with my choice in lighting. Torches are very useful in the darkness, but it’s hard to use a pickaxe while holding one of the damn things.I strike the obsidian vein, the pickaxe ringing through the caverns and echoing off the walls. Every swing sends a shock wave throughout my body. However, I remain steadfast and unyielding, committed and intent. I continue to chip away at the obsidian until I have a sizable chunk of the precious ore. With my prize in hand, I grin with satisfaction. My job is half done.After shoving the obsidian into the giant leather backpack, I pull out and enjoy a small snack Aslan prepared for me. As I lean down to pick up my lamp to get ready to leave, I see something c

Choosing daggers to fight against swords might not be the wisest choice, but Bree’s speed and reflexes are so sharp that I can easily see her winning any fight. Her blades flash as she fends off the two men's strikes with poise and precision. I remain in my current position, my eyes transfixed on the brawl with intense interest. Dodging a horizontal slash, she leans backward, her backbone forming a perfect arc; slender and curved. Her chest pushes out and up, exposing the perfect tits pointing toward the ceiling as the sides of her bra slide down along her sides. Bree jumps to her left, letting the men’s swords fly past her. Strands of her black hair fall onto her face as she pivots, her hips swaying in a seductive manner.One of the bandits deflects her retaliatory blows with his blade, catching her wrist, while the other man applies a kick to the back of her knee to knock her off balance. She grunts in pain and rolls away, my breath hitching in my throat as my stomach knots anxi

As Bree rides the orgasmic aftershocks, her body becomes a lewd map of sensitive spots for me to explore. Every little movement of my tongue brings waves of pleasure that ripple through her, making her arch her back and writhe against the stone. There’s no stopping it now, the flood of gasps and moans that roll from her throat, her thighs closing around my head. I decide to raise the stakes and add more danger to the scenario by testing her limits. Like one of her daggers, I insert my tongue inside her, teasing her pulsating walls. A shrill shriek escapes her mouth, followed quickly by another. "Stop," Bree cries, lifting her upper half from the rock as she continues to moan and pant.Our eyes meet. There's a fire burning in them, her mouth agape in an expression of wanting more. I follow the desire in her gaze instead of her words, my tongue darting even deeper inside her.Her thighs unlock and her hand takes a fistful of my hair, pulling me back. “Are you deaf?” She tries to me