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I locked the door to the hotel room behind me with one hand without ever letting go of Glory's with the other. The girl seemed pretty comfortable with her handicap, but I was asking her to do something pretty far out of her comfort zone; every little thing would help make things go smoother.
I led her to the bed and helped her sit down on the immaculate sheets. It was impeccably made, just as it had been every day since I had made that room my temporary base in Mondstadt City; the Goth Grand Hotel offered great service as well as great discretion, two things I highly valued. I gave the girl a moment to start the conversation herself; after a prolonged silence, I decided to move things along myself. I slowly sat next to her and took her hand once more. It was warm and lightly sweaty.
"You doing alright?"
"Yeah, I... Sorry, it's just still a lot to take in."
"I know, it's okay. We're in no rush!" Then, perfectly hiding the smile so it wouldn't transpire from my voice, I added: "Actually, we don't have to do this at all if you don't want to."
"No, I do!" Then she continued, but less enthusiastically, "I do, it's just... Oh, that big oaf! He doesn't write in forever, and then drops this on my lap? Sorry, on both our laps!"
"I don't mind. I wouldn't have agreed to delivered his letter personally hadn't I been okay with helping."
"Oh, I know, but it's so... I couldn't believe what I was hearing when you read it to me!"
I wrapped a hand around her side, gently; her momentary start melted into a shiver that rippled under my fingers.
"We'll just have to take it slow. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
I touched her shoulder with the other hand, then caressed my way to her cheek as not to startle her. When my lips brushed hers, her freckled blush got even deeper as she pulled back.
"N-No kisses, please! Only what's... strictly necessary."
"They would help, you know?"
"Still... Those are reserved for my Godwin."
"Of course."
I moved to the side and kissed her neck instead while I started unbuttoning her leather gilet. I could already smell the excitement practically oozing from her skin with her perspiration, making my lips tickle. The arousal charm worked pretty well on Glory, and it had already been several minutes since I had given it to her. The moment I started really working on her, I knew she would capitulate rather quickly.
"Can you take your shirt and sleeves off, please?"
"I... Okay."
I knelt next to the bed and caressed my way down her long legs, then got to work on her boots, keeping the conversation alive as I pulled off the first one.
"You mentioned you've never squirted before, right?"
"I have not... So I don't even know where Godwin got the idea."
"But you two have done it before?"
"Y-Yes... Just a few times though, before he had to leave for the expedition."
"Don't worry, Glory. We're going to make it happen, I promise."
She had removed her sleeves by the time her boots and socks were off and I returned to the bed. I watched her pull her shirt over her head, noticing the unshaven armpits — a rarity thus far in Teyvat, or at least Mondstadt — and the modest but shapely breasts still trapped in the bra. I wasted no time and went right for the hook. When the cloth went slack, Glory quietly gasped and held it with her hands.
"That too?"
"I'm afraid so."
She gave up after a moment's hesitation, letting the underwear slip off. Her breasts were particularly small for the Mondstadt average, but they made up for their forgettable size with a pair of inverted nipples so large they seemed to cover them in their entirety, and yet so light they faded right into even her pale skin. Despite her arousal, the tips still shied away in their hiding place. I'd make sure they'd see a lot of action before the day was done.
"We're going to lay you down on the bed now, okay?"
"Yeah... Okay."
I guided her to the pillows of the king-size bed, then lowered her head on them. Her breathing was starting to get a bit shorter, part for the tension, part for the arousal that was getting increasingly difficult to ignore, even though she probably would've preferred if I didn't notice.
"I'll take your shorts off next, okay?"
"Okay. But my p-panties are staying on, right?"
"Of course they are. How else would we get you to squirt in them for Godwin?"
She hugged herself as a wave of heat rolled through her, making her shy tits jiggle on her chest before her arms squeezed them still. She kept avoiding directly addressing the topic and surely hoped I'd do the same, but I wasn't so nice. You won't care anymore in just a minute, don't worry.
"R-Right, of course."
She lifted her ass off the bed as I pulled her shorts down, and the enticing smell of her wetness slapped me across the face the moment they were off. I eyed her panties — truly grandma panties, white and thick and practical, not even the shadow of lace or pattern on them — and saw only the smallest hint of moisture on them. Even though the fabric hid it nearly completely, I could still surmise the hairy bush in there by the conspicuous bulge it caused.
"Can you take the bandages off too?"
Her hands instinctively went to her eyes, uncovering her breasts again.
"I, uh... Is that really necessary?"
"I need to see your expression for this to work."
"Ah, I... Okay then..."
In truth, I'd have a good enough read on her with her naked body, let alone her energy core inside her if things got improbably complicated... I really just wanted to see her full face. As it turned out, Glory wasn't particularly beautiful either, but she had a certain comely countryside air to her that had often charmed me in the past and did so again. The lines around her eyes were pretty and harmonious though; I wasn't able to see her eye color because she clearly kept them close out of habit.
I shuffled next to the nearly naked girl then, watching her flushed freckled skin shiver with fear and anticipation both. She was clasping her hands over her chest as if trying to break them; her whole body was stiff and rigid, but her tension was only barely enough to conceal the presence of sexual arousal.
I got to work with a bit more purpose and caressed her gently. I started from her shoulders and slowly made my way to her hands, making her untangle them as I played with her fingers to loosen her up.
"This is nothing to be afraid of, you know? You've slept with Godwin, so I know you know this is pleasurable. No, wait, let me finish. Of course I'm not saying that you have to enjoy this... But this is something he asked of you, right?" She weakly nodded, our fingers locking and unlocking in a fluid dance that both distracted and enticed. "So he wants you to do this. He wants you to enjoy this." My fingertips moved back up her arms then, to her shoulders, and from there moved down her chest, tracing the contours of her breasts. "There's nothing wrong with that. You can put all your love for him into this, and I'm sure he'll feel it too."
Together with my expert hands, that finally did the trick, and she began relaxing under my careful ministrations. My fingers glided down her sides, on her stomach, along her thighs and back up around her breasts once more.
Her arousal quickly took over the tension, progressively relaxing her; it was only when my hand gently slid between her thighs that she tensed up again.
"I'll lie down next to you now and put an arm behind your head now." She swallowed as she nodded, the sound of my voice lulling her back to comfort once more. She felt hot against my body, incredibly hot even through my clothes. Her hands were joined on her stomach, but they were no longer squeezing each other madly.
I returned my hand between her thigh, and after a momentary resistance, she parted her legs for me, but only as far as I gently pulled them apart, not an inch further. That would be more than enough to get her started, and after that, well... I'd like to see you try to keep them closed in five minutes, Glory.
I had visited the young woman for a commission, and when I realized she was blind, I knew I had to give her a spin. People without eyesight were so incredibly sensitive to all other stimuli, especially touch, and were simply too much fun to pass on every once in a while. I was a bit bummed to learn she hadn't been born that way, but enough time had passed from the accident that her other senses had had the time to grow sharper.
I moved my hand higher and gently palmed her sex through her underwear, giving her some time to grow accustomed to my presence there. A tremble ran upwards through her, and she only barely pulled away from me, before realizing the feeling wasn't too bad after all and settling back against it. I could tell she was tempted to push against it to see what it felt like, I could see it clear as day in her face, but she still had enough self-control to stop herself from giving in to the temptation.
Once I had learned just how much she loved this Godwin of hers, leveraging her affection and longing to get her in my bed became the obvious choice. I made up a letter from him, entrusted by the man himself, and "read" it to her out loud; convincing her that he really wanted a pair of her squirted panties to keep him company on his expedition wasn't all too difficult thanks to the arousal charm and my hypnotic powers.
Glory already started pushing her hips up and her crotch into my hand a few seconds after I started rubbing it. Yeah, no... This one's gonna squirt in under a minute. I just hope she's pleasure-drunk enough by then that she'll let me keep going, I don't want this to end too soon.
"I'll put my hand inside your underwear now."
I slid my hand up, caressing her stomach while giving her time to process my words; her brain was already starting to slow down. My fingertips felt lightly damp.
"Ah, y-yes..."
I slowly pushed my way under the hem of her panties and inside, combing her thick bush with my fingers as I went, and Glory trembled on the bed next to me, her body suddenly tensing up but struggling to maintain that because of the shivers and all the alien sensations. After fidgeting with her hands a moment longer, she flung them in my direction and grabbed my clothes at chest height, more for comfort than anything else, to feel I was there even more than my body leaning against her side already did.
Once I made the turn and reached between her legs, I found her lips hot and slick with lubrication, and even more trickled out when I slid a finger between them, parting them; they were glued together with thick wetness. She let out a nervous moan that held as much anticipation as it did uncertainty. Yeah, let's just get this over with.
"Can you spread your legs a bit more? Okay... Yeah, a bit more. Perfect." I shifted slightly next to her, pushing my body into hers and holding her opposite shoulder with the arm behind her back, gently but firmly. "Don't be scared now, okay?"
"Scared of wh--"
I curved my hand and stiffened it, pulling it into her crotch, at the top of her lips, where her clit was partly hidden, and started shaking my entire forearm left and right.
"AaaaaAAAAAH!!"
Glory's entire body stiffened and arched on the bed, her arms pulling her torso toward me. Her crotch pushed up against the intense stimulus, greedily begging for more and getting everything it asked for and then some. Juices splashed inside her underwear as the pleasure rose with explosive speed, and she pushed into the bed with her feet planted on it, the long arcs of her legs thrusting her hips into my hand.
Her cry turned into a high-pitched breath when she came a handful of seconds later, her muscles tense and hard and immobile, then started humping my hand following the rhythm marked by the waves of pleasure booming through her. It had been a spectacular orgasm, and I had expected nothing else from the forcefully overexcited blind girl. Alas, I knew what it felt like, what it sounded like, and what it smelled like... You came that hard and still no squirt, huh? I guess it's my lucky day.
The orgasm had come fast and hard, and it left her body in a similarly swift matter. When her muscles began relaxing and she shakingly lowered herself back on the bed, I pulled my hand out of her pants and held her side while taking her in. She was breathing heavily, one of her cute little tits hanging lightly to the side of her ribcage as her chest heaved up and down. She still clung to my clothes, and there was a confused but altogether not unpleased look on her face. Here eyes were lightly parted, giving me a peek of the unseeing cerulean irises she kept hidden underneath.
"How are you doing?" She visibly relaxed at the sound of my voice and replied a couple of deep breaths later.
"I'm... I'm good. Are we done?" The question was asked plainly, if a bit shakily, and she didn't seem to be partial to either; she simply wanted to know. I caressed her side and brought my hand to her chest, teasing her puckered areola as I continued casually talking to her.
"I'm afraid you didn't squirt, so we'll have to try again." Glory tensed up next to me when her nipple finally began popping free of the wide pink dome; I gently rolled it between my fingers, and her abs clenched. "Don't worry, we're going to make it happen, but it means we have to keep going."
"Ah...!" She pushed her chest up against my hand when I grabbed the small apple that was her breast and gently squeezed, her hard and sensitive nipple poking the middle of my palm.
"Is that okay with you?"
"Ah, y-yeah."
"I'm going to kiss your neck again now, okay?" She breathed in through her nose and only nodded at that.
I pulled my arm out from behind her head and bent over; I started kissing her neck, causing shiver after shiver to radiate from there down her arms and back. I let go of her breast and put my hand on her stomach, then started infusing her with a trickle of energy. Maybe she just needs a bit of help to squirt for me. The energy sunk inside her tissues and found her kidneys, giving them a bit of a work boost; her bladder should fill a bit faster in the next few minutes.
I slowly moved to her collarbone, then her chest, making my way to her pale breasts. Meanwhile I slid my hand back inside her underwear, and she opened her legs wide for me on her own, wider than she had before, ready and willing. Whether she was doing it consciously or not, she was dying to get more of what I had given her earlier. I briefly considered teasing her about it, asking whether it had felt this good with Godwin, but I had her in a good spot and I didn't want to redo the work.
"Aaahhh!" I took Glory's nipple in my mouth, exposed and sensitive, and began playing with it; slowly at first, to get her going. Her hips instinctively pushed up when I palmed her drenched sex again.
I continued sucking it, and the pleasure flared in her chest with every flick of my tongue, but it was only when I slipped two fingers inside her scorching hot folds that she threw her arms around my head and hugged it to her chest at last.
Her pussy clenched madly around my fingers, but she was so wet it barely mattered. After a momentary adjustment to find her sweet spot, up and toward my palm, I started pumping my arm once more.
"Ah! Ah ah ah ah aaaaaahhh!!" Glory's moans started loud and harsh right off the bat, just like my fingers pushing inside her, pinching up, and my hand smacking into her crotch; but her muscles and mind couldn't keep up with it, so it quickly turned into a desperate wail rife with pleasure. Her body tensed up in my arms, all muscles taut, like a stiff board pinned against that pumping hand, too scared to move and pull away from the source of that incredible stimulus taking over her.
The second orgasm came when I opened my mouth wider and sucked her nipple together with some of the large areola into my mouth and kept the pressure stead. Glory's leg snapped straight, robbing her of leverage and pulling her ass back down on the bed, yanking my hand down with her. Her pussy clenched madly in the orgasmic throes as she formlessly cried her pleasure in the room to no one and everyone in the whole world.
My hand was drenched with hot juices, and still more were pushed out of her, but despite the more intense orgasm, she still hadn't squirted. She was still riding the high of that orgasm when I started pumping my hand again. It's now or never. Glory thrashed under me, clawing at my back and my arm in an attempt to make me slow down, to have some reprieve, but her random efforts could do nothing against my superhuman strength.
The third orgasm came a few seconds later, but she barely had time to process it that a fourth came crashing down into her. By the fifth, all she could do was shake helplessly as the uncontrollable pleasure pumped inside her over and over.
I finally allowed her to come down from it at the seventh orgasm, and still no squirt. Maybe I should use the opposite approach and go slow instead.
I pulled my hand out of her underwear, leaving her to enjoy the dizzying pleasure and the coming of an afterglow at long last. Her underwear was completely drenched by then, and even the sheets underneath her were damp with her fluids. I raised my head from her chest and reddened well-sucked nipples, and her weakened arms slipped off my neck and fell beside her head.
The girl looked positively exhausted, and I knew it wasn't an act after the consecutive orgasms I had put her through. She lay still, or still enough anyway, only tremors making her tremble at random intervals. Her blind eyes were now open, and she lightly shook her head left and right, denying god only knows what, perhaps the ecstasy so clearly written on her face. She panted from her parted lips, and I couldn't resist them this time... I went in and kissed them, and pulled back before she could do anything about it, be it kissing me back or refusing me; she merely licked her lips unthinkingly before talking, but the words came out with difficulty.
"It's... over?"
"Not yet. You're a tough nut to crack, my dear..." I pushed a leg over hers, sliding my thigh against hers but stopping before her crotch. She brought her opposite knee up, weakly pinching my legs between hers. I started playing with her nipples again, and she shivered for me, closing her eyes once more. "We may have to try something a little more drastic. What do you say?"
She only answered after several seconds, a time normally way too long to process my simple words. I was amazed to see she still wasn't messed up enough to simply accept whatever I said.
"More drastic than that...? Wh-What is it?"
"Do you doubt me?" She groaned an exhale when I pushed that leg a little higher, rubbing it into her overly sensitive crotch, while fondling her breast; her hips pushed up against me as the helpless shudder ran through her. "Haven't I earned your trust?"
She lightly humped the space between her sex and my thigh when I pulled it back; she only answered when she was able to stay her hips.
"N-No, okay, I trust you." There was a vague hint of frustration in her voice, likely because, somewhere deep inside, she knew exactly what I was doing; but perhaps the frustration was instead directed at herself for agreeing so readily.
I sat up and undid my pants, then gently made her spread her legs; tired as she was, she only dragged her knees to the side while her feet remained together, drawing a sort of square with her legs on the bed, her wet pussy at one of its corners. I lowered my pants and slid between her open legs. I pulled her wet panties to the side and slowly pushed my cock inside.
Glory moaned deeply and pushed her hips up into me with newfound strength, then threw her arms back around my neck when I bent over her to kiss her neck and chest. I started slowly fucking her, and while she found the glacial pace hard to adjust to at first, she quicky realized there was nothing she could do about it, no matter how hard she tried to thrust back and pick up the pace.
Things became magnitudes more pleasurable for her when she finally realized she had no say in the matter, and began adapting to my rhythm. I opened my third eye and carefully observed her swelling core as my hands searched her body, my mouth explored every nook and cranny, and my slow, my agonizingly slow thrust pushed in and out of her clenching pussy, digging the pleasure out.
Glory learned to respond in kind over time, and soon we entered a sort of trance as the slow dance continued. For a time, it was as if we were both blind, the two of us only focused inwards on her pleasure; I was the only one who could perceive it with a sense that wasn't wholly unlike sight, but I knew it dominated her whole inner world as well.
Her core, its pure white long lost to the dark teal corruption as she let another man fuck her and make her melt with pleasure, swelled to dizzying size with every slow penetration, then shrank back down with languor and abandon as I pulled out. Other currents of pleasure played on its surface as my hands and mouth teased her in different ways, but her entire being was focused on my cock and breathed and lived on its slow metronome.
And so I kept fucking her slowly, unbearably slowly, losing track of time as I nurtured an orgasm so powerful that even the damn elusive bitch would be forced to squirt for me. I didn't care either way, but it was a matter of honor by then, and principle.
Glory could've seemed immobile at first glance, a mere passive actor to my unilateral act, but she was matching my every move with a minute and yet effective countermove. She lightly waved her hips up with every thrust, she pushed her chest out with every kiss on her breasts, contributing to our respective pleasures just as I had silently, wordlessly taught her.
My own climax began slowly approaching, just on time, and I started going for the final push by increasing the pace a fraction. Glory smiled to herself on the pillow underneath me, the mellow pleasure the only thing that mattered in whatever paradisiac sensory world she had holed herself into. She had been wonderfully sensitive and a great lay, but it was time to end it.
Her body realized it was going to happen long before she consciously did. She seemed still lost in that faraway place even though her body slowly increased its pace to match mine; her body temperature grew, and so did the perspiration that rose heady from her damp skin, and yet she kept humming to herself with that perfectly serene expression all throughout while she quietly snaked and squirmed underneath me. She was letting me fuck the pleasure out of her so completely, and she barely realized it.
She only figured out it was about to happen a handful of seconds before the big moment. Her expression changed and became a fraction more severe, but she was too lost in her own world, too well-fucked into absolute relaxation, that the orgasm pretty much sneaked up on her despite how powerful it was.
I watched as she inhaled, then again, opening her mouth a little wider, then a third time as the massive wave of pleasure rose inside her, peaked... and finally came crashing down on her.
The first part of her body that caught up was her pussy, and it began violently clenching as I started ejaculating inside her. That quickly snapped her awake, and the immensity of the orgasm rolling through her pulled her entire body taut like two hands yanking a rope. Her legs snapped straight, only pushed out at an angle because my body was between them, and her arms hugged me tight with unnatural strength, pulling me into her and her into me.
Her expression of ecstasy was transfixed, her pleasure so intense that not even a sound came from her wide open mouth. The intensity of it all wrung her stomach and lower back along the rest of her body, squeezing hard, and gushed squirt after powerful squirt out of her and into my pumping crotch, an inordinate amount of it from her full bladder, wet and hot and violent. The pleasure didn't even begin slowing down.
She finally started breathing again, quick and fast and desperately. I watched her pure abandon with satisfaction and let her have her fun, she had earned it; I switched to my Elemental Sight and gathered the tendrils shooting from the midnight sun that was her orgasmic core. When I attached them to me, the powerful sweetness of her energy further enhanced my own pleasure.
She came out of her reverie several seconds after my ejaculation was over, going practically limp for a few moments on the bed before slowly stirring and stretching under me as if waking up after a good and rejuvenating night of sleep. Our crotches were beaded with splashed squirt, and the sheets underneath her were drenched with it; they were likely unpleasantly lukewarm too, but she didn't seem to mind. She was perfectly aware I was there though, and her hands slowly looked for my arms, finding them and then caressing them, while her pussy playfully squeezed my dick.
I bent closer to her, nuzzling her nose.
"You did well, Glory. We finally--"
Glory found my head with uncanny precision; she grabbed it and pulled me down, pushing my mouth against hers and thrusting her tongue inside without a single moment of hesitation, kissing me with passion. She pulled her thighs closer, rubbing them against my legs, and pushed her hips up with sinuous movements, waving her sides underneath me as she squeezed her pussy. My cock quickly reacted, and my waning erection gained strength inside her.
Once she stopped, her hands searched my face in lieu of her eyes, a poorly concealed smile curving her lips.
"Still no luck, huh? Poor Godwin will never get his memento..."
I smiled, immediately catching her drift, and pushed my hips down into her. She shivered, smiling back and showing her teeth.
"It's okay... But we can still give it another go."