New Fantasy World: Galeia-Chapter 37

"You... Ah! Yes, there! You sure are." she bit her lips, running her hands over my body. "You’re perfect, Natasha. Ahaan! You’re so divine. Those eyes make my womb tremble. Fuh! Your voice is addictive to hear. Yes! Right there! Your huge cock hits all the spots that make me... Fuck! Cum so fucking hard in record time. You make me so fucking hornyyy... Yees! You can pick me up and fold me like a piece of cloth, and yet... you’re so careful with me. It makes my spine tingle, and my pussy quiver in hunger for your supreme cock." she purred in my ear. "Even with this being our second time having sex, I can’t help my pussy from drooling when I think about how long and hard you’ll fuck me next time."

I felt my face on fire as I continued to move my hips. She has such a way with words. I chuckled.

"Thank you." I grabbed her hips and sped up. "I... don’t know how to respond to that."

"You don’t have to, Natasha. Don’t ever feel like you have to." she gave me a quick kiss. "Remember what I told you the night we stayed at the inn?" she yelped and licked my cheek. "Sometimes, silence and action say more." she whispered into my ear.

I nodded and kissed her, pushing my tongue deep inside as I rocked my hips against hers. Her pipping hot pussy squeezing down on my penis everytime I pushed her cervix. Her legs started to tremble, her eyebrows scrunched up and she bit my lips. Her glazed emerald green eyes were drilling into my own. I felt the telltale surge of heat from my hips that promised an orgasm. freёnovelkiss.com

"Fuck me, Natasha! Make me faint. Fuck! Yes! Yes! Use that huge cock of yours and plow me to insanity!" she growled into my mouth, followed by a banshee-like scream of pleasure as she hugged my neck while I came inside her.

I stopped moving when her breathing turned regular, her eyes losing focus and her arms lost strength.

She went to sleepy land.

I took a deep breath, getting off of Lapia and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bathroom. I stood up and did my business. It took me a few minutes to relax my still erect penis while taking a cold shower. I put on hotpants and a sports bra. Both had a dude armed to the teeth stamped on the fabric. I realized my penis formed a bulge, so I equipped magical panties, my gungnir shrinking to nothing. I decided to put on a pair of short on top of the hotpants. The whole set was a costume celebrating the 2021 Tokyo Olympics.

Returning to the room, I choked on laughter.

The bed was an absolute mess, drenched with our sweat and discharge, the covers crumpled, and pillows were everywhere. The two looked more like dead bodies than people who fainted due to over-stimulation.

"How does one faint from cumming too much, anyway? I’ve never felt that." I grumbled with envy.

I searched the room and found clean sheets in a closet. I spread one on the floor and laid the two women on it. Then, I removed the dirty bed covers.

Is it dopamine overdose or something? More mental than physical? Was is the alcohol? Is it hyperventilation?

The mattress suffered the same fate, unfortunately. I inspected the thing in case it had a convenient drying system included. I almost cackled when I found it. The drawing was confusing, three squiggly lines circled by a red line.

Next to it read ’Do not wash. Do not lay on it while drying it. Do not lay out on the suns. Do not feed to animals. Dries and cleans with wind and cleansing enchantments. Twenty years warranty(Does not include Halves, damage by claws, tails, horns, fangs, or talons)’.

I quietly laughed as I pushed supernatural fuel into the drawing. The bed inflated and the acrid smell of bodily fluids was forced away. A few seconds later, the thing was dry and the room smelled like jasmine.

Ohh, not bad at all. I smiled and sniffed the air. Cleansing magic sure is neat.

I did the bed and fixed the pillows, then gently tucked Lapia and Alyssa in. Their bodies were covered in dried sweat and fluids, but I wasn’t about to shower them while unconscious.

The bed was big enough to fit at least five people, so they had plenty of room for themselves. I waved at the hanging lamp, but nothing happened.

How do I turn the lights off? I thought for a moment, but nothing came up. Whatever, it’s not that bright anyway. I left it on and walked to the living room, sitting on the table where we had lunch. My hands covered my face and I leaned back.

I want to dig a hole and die. Once I calmed down, endless embarrassment replaced the confidence. I hope they liked it.

I had never before been dominating when having sex. It was nerve-wracking to no end. Alyssa took it in stride, however. The woman following every little thing I said. I calmed down taking deep breaths and drinking some juice from my storage.

I took out my journal and opened it.

Title! Think, Natasha, think! Natasha Novak the Hellwalker! A quill appeared in my hand, but I stopped. Nah, if anyone reads it, they’ll think the contents are about Hell. An idea popped up. Natasha the Halve. I clenched a fist. I’m a genius.

I have written my experiences of the last few days in this journal, with as many details as I could, though I lack the narrative skills to properly convey some events.

I realized I somehow remember things very vividly while writing. Some things come easier than others, however.

I chose to write this in English, or Common as it is called here, in case there’s someone out there with similar circumstances as me and finds this in the distant future.

I have noticed various things about this new world I’ve found myself in.

They speak of Gods, yet there is no reverence, no worship in their words. They speak with respect, sure. There is a closeness to the term I can’t yet understand, however. I’ll have to meet one eventually to understand more.

Their approach to relationships is, if anything, shocking. I can see societies developing in the current direction if there was no censoring authority or centralized moral guide. If people of this world can grow powerful individually, even surpassing Gods, who can tell them what to believe in? Or what to do?

I can think of a few theories, though I lack the understanding in psychology or related knowledge to form an educated guess. There is no internet where I can research on the topic either. I am left with my own experiences as only reference.

Affection seems to be incredibly valued, desired, pursued, accepted and promoted.

If anyone ends up reading this, it’s confusing, isn’t it? At least for me it is, as I am in the middle of it. If you, the reader, are from Galeia, you might not understand my confusion.

But in the off chance that this journal somehow ends up in my previous world, you might understand things I have not. A fantasy world is not what we thought, isn’t it? At least not this one.

As I understand it so far, people seem to be able to interact with particles, almost like an esper. They cultivate passively and actively, and grow stronger like a western fantasy world.

My bad habit of using overly simple comparisons might annoy you, but it’s a coping mechanism to understand the world around me that might not go away for a while.

I am excited, confused, scared, and lack a definite purpose. I haven’t heard of a demon king to subjugate, evil forces to vanquish, or a world-ending threat to face.

I was an artist, and you might have recognized my name.

I’m doing fine.

If by some fuckery of time space continuum the year is still 2034 by the time you find this, let my brother and father know I’m doing alright.

If I am still alive after the twentieth of September, however, I’d implore you to not contact my family, or myself at that.

In case this journal travels through time to before 2022... watch out for the birds, then the fish.

-5/3/1980. Yiama’s Era.

I closed the journal, hearing rustling from the bedroom. I had gone over my time since I woke up, to opening the journal. I hope I did a good job.

I turned around and looked at the clock. Six ten? I confirmed after staring for a few seconds. I had spent the entire night writing. My high dexterity helped me write quickly and avoid making some mistakes.

I stored the items and walked to the closest sofa and began my morning exercises. Warming up, calisthenics and finally yoga. I had been doing it for years, the movements becoming easier due to my more flexible and stronger body. I worked up a sweat quickly. Being the first time I moved my body that much other than when fighting, or having sex. My face heated up at the night of passion the three of us shared.

Shaking my head, I focused on the present, stretching my body and emptying my mind, following a routine I had decided on.