Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 133: My Overdose! (1)(R-18)

Where to start? How to proceed? Despite his proven track record and professional success, as their clothes scattered, doubt and anxiety crept up Mithras' back, and he split from Mana's lips, for the first time gazing at her naked body.

And what a body it was! Long legs and dainty feet topped by just the right amount of fleshly thighs. Add to that a perfect bubble butt and round breasts large enough that Mithras' hands could sink in without covering half the mounds.

But though the curves and figure no doubt reached sinful tiers of attractiveness, it was that pair of lilac feline eyes that kept Mithras spellbound, luring him in with a sultry…and almost bestial appeal.

Heart and lust took over, and Mithras dived in, getting another taste of Mana's sweet lips while his hands squeezed and wandered, exploring her body from top to bottom. The Grand Priestess didn't stay idle, stroking her cutie pie's chest and pinching his lips while her tongue pushed into his, and her inner thighs squeezed his erect shaft.

"Mhm…mhm!" At first, perhaps due to nerves and excitement, both seemed to rush the pace. But then Mithras took the lead, and they slowed down, reaching an uneasy balance as they tried their best to not pounce outright and devour one another!

Here, Mithras squeezed Akamana's breasts together, pulling away from her lips to get a dual taste of her tits. A wave of novel and delightful sensations swept through the Grand Priestess, and she bit her lips, stifling her moans so Mithras wouldn't get too cocky. At the same time, Akamana spread her legs a little, pushing her weight up, and stroking her clit up and down Mithras' shaft.

Dangerous provocation! Welcome invitation! The move put a smile on Mithras' face, and he put more weight behind his waist, pressing his shaft at the entrance and sliding up and down—moving in synch with Mana's legs without ever trying to push his cock inside her cunt.

"Ahh…mhhh…ohhh—ohhh!" If the feeling of Mithras' tongue teasing her nipples was bad enough, the sensation of his large slab of meat rubbing over her cunt and clit was too much to bear. The dual treat took Mana over the edge, and she curled her toes, holding tight on Mithras' shoulders as she convulsed in pleasure.

Akamana's moans were like music to Mithras' ears, the kind of music that kept a man pumped and rearing for more. His primal instincts took over, and with one hand still playing with Mana's tits, Mithras moved the other to her cunt, letting her dripping juices soak his palm before bringing his fingers to Mana's lips.

The playful priestess got the cue, opening her mouth to suck on her darling playboy's fingers and get a taste of her own juice. Satisfied, Mithras raised Mana's chin, sealing her lips with a soft, gentle kiss while spreading her legs apart. Her cunt came into full view, staining the ground below with a steady stream of love water while his cock aligned with her flower bud—poking at the entrance!

What was the saying already? Blessed be thy lord for putting on thy path what you never knew you wanted.

As this old saying popularized by Vel'Asha resounded in both Mithras and Akamana's minds, somewhere in the Iron-Made Paradise, the colossal stele that recorded the names of Bhaira's Iron Maidens sang a grief-stricken tune, and the name at the very top of the stele—Akamana's name—vanished from the list!

The moment next, the Iron Vow of Chastity collapsed…broken as Mithras swung his hips forth and thrust…into Akamana's cunt!

Her eyes stretched wide, a pained yelp flying out as she bit her cutie pie's lips—holding his back and shoulders as tight as she could.

Yes, it hurts, but not that much! Clearly, Mana was overselling it—trying to scam sympathy points from her cutie pie. But Mithras pretended to fall for the plot, letting his favorite priestess adjust to his girth before lowering his shaft with a gentle tug…and pushing back in slow motion.

"Ahhh…ohh, ohh! Cutie pie! My cutie…give it to me…ahhh!" Up and down, left and right, above and around, coiling in an 8-shape, gyrating at a slow, taunting pace. Get a feel, build a rhythm, listen to her body, adapt to her cries, and draw squeals of pleasure out of her lips! Mithras applied his craft, exploring Akamana's love tunnels with consummate skill.

Sucked into a world of carnal pleasure, poor Akamana gasped nonstop. Solar Genesis erupted here, carrying with it the properties of myriad lewd flames to set Mana ablaze! Mithras' lips curled into a playful smirk, and he leaned back, grunting as his hips swung forth.

"Ohh…Manu—Manu!"

"Mithras…you heartless son of a bi—!" Akamana couldn't finish her words, rocked by Mithras' cock pistoning at her sweet spots and making lewd splashes with each thrust. Meanwhile, Mithras moaned Manu's name, making sure Akamana heard each moan as he made her hyper-tight walls take the shape of his cock.

Poor Akamana didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she just let it go, her legs flailing in the air as her supple butt cheeks clapped on Mithras' balls. The sound of flesh clapping flesh pealed across the rooftop, Mithras holding Akamana's hands while his meat danced inside her walls—conquering every nook and cranny of his Grand Priestess' cunny.

"Mana…" Mithras whispered in Akamana's ear, and taken by surprise, she blanked out, her cunt contracting, clamping, and squeezing on Mithras' cock so hard that he emptied his balls—letting loose torrents of fortified milk as Akamana shook in a blissful orgasm.

"Ohhhh!" The pair groaned in tandem, and still hard as a rock, Mithras raised Akamana by the waist, making her sit on his lap in the lotus position as he pushed his face into her breasts and squeezed her butt cheeks.

"Mhm…go ahead Mana…simp for me," Mithras said in a sweet and mellow tone, the sheer nerve of his words making Akamana blush in shame.

"You…really dare to say anything!"

"Don't wanna? Okayy…" A man of culture, Mithras didn't mind a little setback, his lips curling into a devious smirk as his tyrant-class pheromones went on full blast, flooding Akamana like a torrential downpour. Solar Genesis got creative, heightening Mana's sensitivity and multiplying her erogenous zones as Mithras' cock gyrated in her cunt.

"Mithras…Mithras…Mithras!" Akamana simped as ordered, arms wrapped around Mithras' neck as she shook up and down, rocked into higher layers of paradise by her cutie pie's relentless thrusts.

But what Mithras didn't notice was that each time Mana came on his cock, the intensity of Solar Genesis increased, climbing alongside his attributes...and feeding his lust for his professor!