Elzi's /d/reamverse, Part One

First /d/ream: Mirage Lady.

 

One of the oldest recurring dreams I have, both in where it's set, and when I started having it, as a young girl. Many, many other dreams were spawned by it, and many have all sorts of obscure, unusual connections to it.

 

It kind of all starts on a recurring dream loosely based on the movie Sex and Zen 2. It takes place in China, and there's a woman called Mirage Lady, famous for her beauty and the sexual pleasures she provides. She is kind of revered by men as the ultimate pleasure giver, and many yearn to bed her, and plunge their cock into her. Very few people know what she looks like, as she is never seen in public, or seen much at all. The only people that have ever seen her face are the men that never expected to meet her when they do, that soon find themselves in between her legs, spilling seed deep inside her welcoming depths. These men are spelled so that they never reveal a single detail about her body or appearance, other than its legendary ability to fuck and suck out every last drop of semen.

 

The Mirage lady travels in an unusually long, black covered wagon, with a large, elaborate shrine raised above towards the front, pulled by four big black horses. The Mirage Lady sits in this shrine behind many very beautiful layers of silk, where men can see her silhouette from the ground, and talk to her. Even when she reveals herself, prior to having sex all men will ever see are her alluring eyes, which they often can't help but fall in love with. Her shrine is also her bed, and can be lowered back down into the wagon with an intricate little pulley system. They use this when it's windy or raining, but more importantly, when it's time to FUCK.

 

What people don't know is that she's a strange, very powerful witch that roams the land with an entourage of evil female spirits, having sex with wicked men and blessing them. She has a flawlessly perfect body, and can change her appearance and age gradually over time. The sight of her bare skin arouses every man without fail, even those who are incredibly used to having sex, or may not be attracted to her, or even women, at all.

 

In her presence men can't think straight, and it's absolutely impossible for cocks to not be hard, throbbing, fully erect and aching to fuck. Her very silky, seductive voice and lips that love to suck cock make it even easier for her to seduce men and have them act however she wants. She seems ever so nice, tranquil, and perfect, but she is in fact incredibly slutty, and loves to nurture the most wicked and depraved appetites men may have. She frees the men she sleeps with from their inhibitions, so she and her companions can later feed on the energy of selfish, cruel and wicked acts he takes pleasure in performing.

 

 

 

The main recurring dream involving Mirage Lady is about this sleazy merchant type guy that kind of wants to rule and corrupt everything, and wants every woman he meets to submit to his dick. He's traveling in between towns by wagon and stops at this abandoned temple for the night. He doesn't like the look of the place however, and simply camps outside, under the stars. After settling down and lying by a fire he's made he finds himself getting naked, and starts to indulgently stroke his cock. He knows it's definitely not a good idea to be doing this, but it's like he can't stop himself, like he needs and craves it. Naked, illuminated by the fire, he starts applying cooking oil all over his gorgeous cock and balls, aiming to give himself some much needed relief.

 

Very shortly into his frantic jerk-off session he feels a woman breathing into his right ear, followed by a throaty, sensual, delighted chuckle, and a seductively whispered "Can I help you with that?" He jumps up, startled, but finds no woman right next to him. Instead, close by he sees a dark, foreboding wagon nearby, pulled by four great big black horses, and for a moment he could swear their eyes were glowing red. **(Also um, in some dreams, even though he doesn't notice, I do, that the horses have fat, bloated penises dangling down, leaking precum constantly >///>) He looks up to see the shrine, where Mirage Lady sits at the top, strangely self illuminated so he can see her silhouette, and with complete certainty he can feel her eyes studying and admiring him, gazing lustfully at him and his erect cock through the many transparent layers of silk curtain...

 

He stops stroking, and starts to get up, but is gently pushed back down by the air itself. Again he feels her talking as if her lips are right by his ear, her tongue sensually flicking across his earlobe."Don't get up.... keep going... I like to watch..." she purrs. Then, as if his body was her toy puppet his arm moves on his own, and continues to very self-indulgently beat his aching cock. Waves of pleasure flood through him, and as her spell vanishes he continues to stroke on his own, amazed by how good it feels. Beads of precum begin to ooze from the tip, and he can't help but moan and gasp with excitement, turned on more than he ever thought imaginable. Several of Mirage Lady's white-wearing female attendants begin showing themselves, and join in on watching him pleasure himself. He can tell they're all female, but they wear very large, wide rice farmer's hats, all pointed downward, hiding their faces. All he can see are their mouths and soft, sensual lips, all curled into playful smiles and grins. The girls all begin to giggle sensually, and coo him on with soft little murmurs of encouragement, and choked off squeals of lust and delight. That several sets of female eyes seem to be watching him only makes it worse, and he discovers he loves putting on a show for them.

 

After just about one minute of this, and as he gets close to cumming he hears Mirage Lady whisper, "Do you want me? Do you know who I am? Would you like to be with me... would you like to be  in between my legs my love?" He can't stop stroking and frantically beating his cock, getting closer and closer to an explosive orgasm that he KNOWS will be more intense, and more pleasurable than any he's ever had.. He whimpers and tells her he does. Looking up to her, seeing her shadowed form, all he can think of is fucking her, her tight, legendary pussy squeezing the cum from his cock, and making him cry out in pleasure. The instant the words leave his lips three of her attendants appear before him, one of them standing directly in the fire, not affected by it at all, as if they don't exist for each other. He stares at them, able to only see their mouths, which are still shaped as wide open, eager, slutty grins, large, soft, sensual lips being licked like the girls want to eat him alive. For a moment or two the attendants give him time to admire them, that as one they reach up, and begin to undo their clothes, revealing their gorgeous naked bodies. He continues to stare, and the sight of their naked skin, large bare breasts and hairless pussies making blood RUSH to his cock. The pleasure he gets from each stroke up and down his cock becomes so much greater, and he lets out a gasp of pure pleasure, as strings of precum squirt from his cock, landing on his knees and thighs, then his stomach and chest.

 

Giggling, the three attendants get to their knees, and crawl over to him, their movements perfectly synchronized. One to each side, and one in the middle, they start using their tongues to pleasure him, the one in the middle lapping up the precum he's spilled, and planting kisses on his cock. The other two suck on his nipples playfully, and then begin kissing him simultaneously. He hears Mirage Lady sigh in satisfaction and delight as if she were right beside him again, and his mind is filled with the image of her fingers sensually moving down her body, and going under her robes.The visions she gives him actually kind of blind him too, so that he never sees the faces of the attendant girls. As he swallows saliva being forced into his mouth, and as his tongue flails helplessly against two others, in his mind he can just see Mirage Lady sliding three fingers into her throbbing wet pussy, and beginning to masturbate. "Good boy," he hears her whisper. "Come to me... let's play..." she purrs, licking her lips noisily, swallowing, then adding with a stifled giggle suddenly adding "...and FUCK."

 

As the last words leave Mirage Lady's mouth the fireplace gushes  with blue flames, sputters and goes out. The horses whine,and the three attendants giggle and effortlessly, irresistibly start moving. Without a trace of awkwardness the man finds himself on his feet, and being lovingly guided toward the wagon, the naked girls dancing around him, leaving trails of barely felt kisses all over his skin. Again and again, even though he never sees it, he feels kisses planted on his cock and balls too, and the hot wet feel of tongues sliding along his length, and teasing his urethra. As he gets pulled towards the wagon, a door towards the middle swings open, the inside pitch black. It doesn't seem hostile or cold though, but rather the darkness seems to pulsate with pleasure and lust, promising him heaven, for him and his cock alike. Everything seems to play with him, becoming tinted with sexual energy and lust. The ground under his feet which should be cold, wet dirt and dead leaves feels warm and moist instead, like he's standing on the surface of a giant, wet, throbbing and salivating tongue. The air itself seems to kiss him along with the attendant girls, carrying a never-ending moan of female lust that seems real and imaginary at the same time.

 

Then, all at once, he finds himself at the threshold, looking up into the dark interior of the wagon. The darkness seems to feel like a physical thing, hands covered in warm, ever so soft spider silk black cloth trying to embrace him, pull him in, caress him, stroke his cock... He's mesmerized, and unable to move, until one of the naked attendant girl slides her way in between him and the doorway, breaking the trance as she fills with his vision with her grinning teeth and large bare breasts. She grins, wraps her arms around his neck, saying 'Remember, DON'T hold back, or you'll regret it!" She doesn't give him any time to think about it before turning her head to kiss him hungrily.

 

As she does that, the hat tilts, and he gets to see her eyes, and that they aren't human. Yellow, glowing, they look more like a cat's eyes, and the sight slices through the thick atmosphere of lust, letting him think clearly for the first time. Only for a second however, as she passionately kisses him, her tongue sliding aggressively around his, her sweet saliva added to his own. Five... ten seconds of it, and then she vanishes from sight.

 

A moment later hands push him from behind and below, and he suddenly finds himself in the wagon face down, ass up, the door shutting firmly behind him with a loud thud. At that same instant, as the door closes the interior of the wagon lights up, and every sound from the outside world vanishes. It's like he's fallen into an entirely new world, but as if giving him a reminder he feels one last, long slooooow sensual lick from the tip of his cock, right up to the base, ending with a kiss on his balls. It makes him shudder, stay nice and erect, and squirt a string of precum onto the wooden boards. Again, looking under himself he sees no one there, and when he raises his head, he starts to take in his simple surroundings. It's only a biiiit bigger than how it seems from the outside, but not much. Still very much the this-is-the-inside-of-a-wagon feel to it, despite it being very long.

 

To the front, nothing but wooden wall, to the left, what looks like a washing area, with towels, bathing implements, and a big wooden tub, filled with calmly steaming hot water. That side of the room seems to be lit by two candles, but he can't see them anywhere, the lights having no actual source. To his right, the front of the wagon, everything is green instead, and obscured by layer after layer after layer of white silk curtain, so many that they resemble spider threads. And through them all, illuminated under light that shifts from blue to purple, is a big, -very- welcoming bed, sitting on it the Mirage Lady, smiling at him patiently. He can't actually -see- her smile, or even her eyes, but somehow without a doubt he knows for certain that she's smiling, and looking at him, and can see him perfectly. He recognizes the slightest trembles of motion she's making too, and realizes that she's still masturbating as well, caressing herself in wanting him. As the vision comes to mind again, of her sinking three fingers deep into her pussy, his dick reacts as it naturally would, throbbing and throbbing and becoming as hard as a rock, ACHING to fuck. It happens so suddenly that he can only gasp again in pleasure, which in turn draws out a silent sigh of amusement and longing from Mirage Lady.

 

For a moment they seem to do nothing but gaze at each other, and then the atmosphere of depraved lust envelops hm again. He feels hot, wet, loving air coiling around him, planting kisses all over his body, kissing his cock, sucking on it ever so slightly. Without realizing he's started crawling towards Mirage Lady slowly too. Under him, his dick throbs, pulsates, and oozes precum constantly, forming a trailer of ball-slime behind him as he steadily moves forward. As he moves, so do all the silk curtains between him and his target, falling away, or moving towards him, shifting so subtly, and all at once, as if everything were alive. The soft silk caresses his body, teasing him like soft, delicate female hands brushing across his skin. Again and again he hears women whispering to him "Time to fuck.... time to cum...." and beside himself, he starts to pant, and drool a little, almost like a dog, with his cock getting harder and harder the closer the two people get.

 

Crawling over a silk pillow his incredibly sensitive dick slides along its surface, and a hot, unstoppable wave of pure please surges up his spine, making him gasp and cry out. He tries to stop it, and locks his legs together, but his cock twitches, twitches and twitches, making him shudder in ecstasy, struggling as a wave of orgasmic pleasure threatens to make him cry out and spill his seed. Everything around him seems to tease him in eager anticipation. The silk curtains and the spirit-filled air coil around him, and soft, teasing little kisses are planted everywhere on his body except for his incredibly sensitive, about-to-go-over-the-edge cock and ball sack. He can't even touch his dick without making it worse, and for a moment he pants and bites his lip.

 

He tries desperately not to cum as his dick twitches and twitches, squirting thick bolts of pre-seminal fluid all over the piles of silk and pillows covering the floor. It's still the standard, normal precum he's used to, only there's so so oh so much of it now. So much hot, sweet dick slime that it would easily have been enough for two or three loads of cum in his normal state. Knowing this only seems to make it worse, and as he struggles a side of him is in total bliss, jubilant that he gets to experience this, and that this was still only the BEGINNING.

 

As he shoots another long, orgasmic rope of precum onto Mirage Lady's pillows he hears her giggle with delight. Again, as if she were whispering intimately into his ear, he feels her tongue against him as she moans "Going to cum? Going to not cum? Will you release, or save it to be planted... in me?" Her words drip with anticipation and eagerness, as if she'd be delighted with either option, that neither was the wrong one. He raises his head, and stares at her, with only a few layers of silk curtain before them. He can make out her eyes just barely, and that's seems to be wearing nothing more than a purple bathing robe.

 

The sight of her is enough to calm him, to give him strength, to focus on putting one hand in front of another, and to ignore the flooding waves of pleasure coming from his cock. The thought of how it might feel to be inside her becomes all consuming, and as he looks into her eyes he feels as if he's just a few feet away from Heaven on Earth... and he's right.

 

One... two... three shuffled movements closer, his fingers at the edge of her bed, just a couple curtains left between him and Mirage Lady, the living essence of lust surrounding him suddenly becomes quiet, as if choosing to give in to awe, and to watch his soon-to-be state of ecstasy. All at once, he becomes aware of him, of his heart racing, breathing almost deafeningly in his chest. His whole body is trembling with anticipation and desire, his dick like a swollen, massive length of molten iron.. so so hot, aching, about to explode... needing release. Still oozing precum, so hot that it steams a little, even in this warm environment.

 

Oh so slowly, teasingly, tormentingly, he watches as Mirage Lady licks her lips, as she continues to slowly, leisurely masturbate. Her left hand comes up, and she silently beckons to him, licking her lips again suggestively. Images pierce through his mind, of every he could possible do with those lips, that soft, inviting mouth of hers... The thousands, the tens of thousands of ways she could bring him to a mind-shattering orgasm with it. Ten thousand separate little fantasies that pass by in a single second, leaving him gasping and panting even harder than before. Immersed in all that liquid lust, about to drown in his own desire to fuck, and being so close to the most fuckable thing on the planet, for a moment he wonders how he is still at all remotely in control, and if she has any hand in it. Then the moment is lost, as he moves forward, a hand grasping silk, and tearing it down, immediately going the last, and final layer.

 

This next part, I don't really know how to describe it, but I feel as if words alone simply can't describe it at all. As his hand lands on Mirage Lady's soft bed, it's like they move into their own, separate world. A place where time is meaningless, where they are the only two beings in existence. A world that is nothing but a bed, and their desire to fuck, and his NEED to cum. An overwhelming feeling that normal pleasures are meaningless, normal orgasms are nothing compared to what will be enjoyed here. Without even speaking, she gives him the feeling as if there's a seed that's been planted deep down inside him, and only the most pleasurable, intense, unimaginably heavenly orgasm and most passionate fucking can draw it out. A feeling that has him speechless in disbelief, completely awestruck, and able to only wonder for a moment, if other men had felt this way.

 

That -nothing- has actually happened yet, that doing nothing should be making him normally CUM isn't lost on him, and for a moment he hesitates. So much pleasure.. he wonders if it might be possible to die from it, if that's what Mirage Lady did, killing men with the most unimaginable, ultimate ecstasy. His heart thuds and races, for no more than a second that seems like an eternity, until the words the female attendant earlier seem to rise up, slicing through his hesitations. DON'T hold back, or you'll regret it....

 

Shaking his head a little, clearing it, he looks back into Mirage Lady's smiling face, finally realizing that even now, she wears a shrouded silk veil hiding her features. Crawling forward, he moves until he's on  all fours, joining her on her bed. Smiling back at him, she slowly, ever so slowly draws her fingers from her pussy,and holds them out to him invitingly, dripping and smelling sweetly of her juices. At the same time, her bathrobe slips a bit, exposing her left shoulder, and that alone is enough to send his mind into turmoil again. He doesn't need to think though, as her fingers, slick with pussy juices, touches his lips.Opening his mouth, he tastes her, the sweetest nectar imaginable. Her essence like the most potent aphrodisiac, changing him a little, allowing him to keep up with her, to be able to enjoy her without dying.

 

Tasting her sends a shiver up his spine, and he can only look at her, slightly in awe, as she watches him almost smugly, amused with his actions, as if he was doing everything she expected. So lost in lust, and so under control, he had oh so much trouble even deciding if he liked things that way or not. His cock however, definitely doesn't seem to mind much, or care... it just wants to FUCK. Mirage Lady seems to understand this, and agree with it, because slowly, but with lust visible in her eyes, she draws her fingers from his mouth, bringing them to the top of the opening in her bathrobe. Parting it a little, it slips down further on her exposed shoulder, and reveals more of her collarbone. Smiling at him teasingly, they drink in the sight of each other, in a very coy, playful whisper she asks "do you like what you see? ..... Would you like to see more?"

 

Without waiting for his reply, her joins together at her chest, taking each side of her bathrobe. A ever so slightly wicked smile coming over her lips, she grasps, and all at once she pulls to each side, exposing her breasts. She leans back, draws out her legs, spreads them apart, letting her bathrobe come open completely. Nodding to her breasts she says "these..." - spreading her legs apart - "and this.... and MORE, are all YOURS." He remains completely spellbound for a bit, which makes her giggle just a little again. She leans back, spreads her legs wide open until she's doing a split, inviting him in between, licking her lips as she whispers 'Come... come and take it."

 

Shuddering, for several long seconds he's completely unable to do anything, as every possibly fantasy runs through his mind. A part of him wants to jerk off and simply coat her from head to toe in semen, to see her beautiful, flawless figure drenched in cum. Another part wants to fuck her mouth, to feel those soft looking cock-sucker lips wrapped around him, hungrily swallowing. Another part wants to fuck her breasts, and more than anything he wants to be balls deep in her cunt, plunging deep inside, splattering his cum DEEP inside her.  As if to help him, something unseen gives him a helpful little nudge from behind, and he stumbles forward a bit. Without thinking his body instinctively closed the distance, and he moves on top of her, bringing their faces to kissing distance, and drowning him the heat of her sexual nature. As if taking a drug, being this close to her, and the sweet scent of her body rushing through nostrils sends every aspect of his being on fire. It's like he's been sleeping all his life,and is now awake. A life time of living in darkness, and now standing in the sunlight on a bright day for the very first time.

 

In so many ways I can't describe, but it's like he's been reborn. His capacity in every possible way has been expanded far beyond what it once was. His ability to feel pleasure and other emotions, his range of desires, his ability to express, to want and need... his ability to fuck.. and his ability to CUM. Everything he was before, that could fit in a puddle - now able to grow and fill an entire lake. All this... just, from tasting her... just so he could FUCK her, and survive the experience.

 

Yet at the same time, oddly, he's still the same guy, the same person, and is simply able to raise himself to another level of existence and feeling, what humans normally aren't capable of. And shuddering, moaning, panting against her veiled face, even as he's still drowning in pleasure that's about to make him cum, he's able to think now, with clarity he never had before.

 

More of an equal now, more able to fully enjoy the pleasures Mirage Lady can provide, he sees her in a new light. He comes to realize that if her scent, her thoughts and her words were all it took to have a guy completely under her spell, and able to orgasm at any time.. just how much MORE she could really do, once in between her legs, pounding away, lost in her embrace. The thought of just how intensely she might be able to  REALLY make a man scream with pleasure leaves him drooling, awestruck, and his cock harder, throbbing, and aching more than he thought possible.

 

As if to remind him of where he is, a giggle slices through his thoughts, and he returns to finding himself  just inches away from Mirage Lady's veiled face. Hot, delicious waves of pleasure from below force him to look down, and for the first time he notices his cock resting against her, just above her pussy.. a river of precum flowing over her bare skin, soaking the sheets. He has one arm over her right leg, his wrist touching her thigh, and where their bodies touch there's a never-ending pool of warmth radiating outwards.She radiates heat and lust, yet at the same time feels so soft and yielding, an entity men could melt in,and pump, pound, fuck, and drain unimaginable amounts of cum into without ever meeting resistance.

 

Her scent, her presence alone, slowly churns his every thought into a simple, unstoppable need to fuck, and to cum. Each time he inhales he takes in more of her sweet scent, every last mouthful of the air they're breathing and sharing completely saturated with her desire to FUCK.

 

Looking back up, gazing into her eyes, he leans forward just a little. His cock presses more firmly against her, which makes them both gasp a little, and the movement of her lips draws his attention. Like a moth drawn to flame, he gazes, stares, fantasizes, and becomes singularly focused on her mouth, those sweet, sensual lips hidden behind the veil. Bracing himself on his left hand he brings up his right,and starts to lift the veil covering her face. Leaning in, intent on kissing her. her brings his face to hers, his lips to her lips, stopping moments after he lifts the veil out of the way. For a moment nothing happens, and then he quietly asks "Will you really be mine?"

 

In that sweet, alluring, seductive, slutty voice that makes his cock squirt so so oh so much precum, the Mirage Lady responds, saying "For now, and as much as you want, yes." The words send shivers of pure bliss up his spine, and before he can even thinking about it, he kisses her. In all this lust, in this environment that's totally, completely throbbing, and pulsating with the need to fuck, he kisses her, as lovers do. Hungrily, almost desperately, she kisses him back. His cock seems to fatten and become even more swollen from the kiss, from her sexually infectious presence, her desire to give men more and more orgasms.

 

Leaving the veil covering the top of her face he reaches under, grabbing her hair, pulling it dominantly. Again, with their lips almost touching, he goes to kiss her again, but stops to ask "Will you give me what I want?"

 

This time, she only says one word, filled with emotion, longing, and the desire to be filled, and the desire to please and satisfy... "yes."

 

"Will you make my dreams come true?"

"Yes."

"Will you give me power?"

"Yes."

"Will you give me everything I want?"

"Yes."

 

With each question, he becomes more dominant, more aggressive, filled with the desire to fuck her completely, and make her his. Each kiss more passionate, their tongues playing together, and a side of him drowning in simply how amazing, how sweet, how absolutely perfect she tasted. Moving directly on top of her he slides his cock against her bare skin, moving down a bit, then returning to kiss her, his cock pressing against her wet, slick, precum coated entrance. Her veil still covered her face from the nose up, the avoiding of eye contact the only thing keeping him from becoming the fuck animal she craves.

 

Pressing himself to Mirage Lady's body, he rubs his cock against her pussy, while breathing, panting, and kissing her neck, threatening to plant hickeys on it. He struggles to maintain his sanity, and bit by bit he feels himself losing again, to the colossal, overwhelming urge to breed, fuck, and cum. Every time their genitals meet, he can't help but gasp and moan loudly with desire, struggling against the NEED to fuck her.

 

Giggling, enjoying the way he seems to be torturing himself, Mirage Lady relaxes and enjoys herself too, letting him slowly succumb to her desires. He struggles, wanting to make stay sane, wanting to talk, to make sure he gets everything he wants by the end, but the immediate need for pleasure, the selfish need to indulge and indulge and indulge, it's simply too strong, too primal, and too irresistible. That is... for a little while. As his dick returns to pressing against her pussy, the tip easing just a little inside, he stops when he feels her legs wrapping around him, preventing him from pulling back out. Leaning back, he looks into her face, tormented and delighted as he sees a wicked, coy, devilish grin on her face. "Time to get it," she says, and with very startling, childish ease she squeezes her legs, and pulls him in, and DEEP into her pussy as well.

 

I don't know how it feels for a guy, when he's a virgin, and thrusting into the love of his life for the first time, but I imagine the sensation would be something close. Deliciously close, but a thousand times more potent, hot, wet and intense. The ultimate feeling of being somewhere you belong, of being somewhere you've ALWAYS wanted to be. That rush, that elation, the feel of her pussy lips sliding down, engulfing his cock, and he just slides into her unimaginably hot, wet, welcoming fuckhole. The agonizing ecstasy she provides, as she looks up silently, smiling, admiring, basking in his cry of pleasure, as he is plunged deeeep into her depths, where she can love him entirely...

 

It's all he can do not to cum.. but even as he holds onto her tightly he might as well be anyway. Again and again his cock twitches and throbs inside her, letting out spurt after spurt of precum, his dick slime mixing around and churning her insides, making every fold and ridge of her insides melt together. Her heavenly pussy becoming one immensely hot furnace of pleasure and ecstasy, making him cry out hoarsely, unable to speak for minutes because of the sheer pleasure overstimulating his senses. And finally, Mirage Lady giggles, saying "There... doesn't that feel better?"

 

 

For almost a minute he just has to rest, his dick still rock hard and throbbing, the simple act of her breathing, and her pussy hugging and holding him gently prompting him to keep pissing precum into her. So much, that she fills completely, and it begins to ooze out, long before he ever has the composure to move around, without instantly cumming.

 

I can't really go into the next bit without melting from sexual excitement, but for a very, VERY long time the couple do little more than rock away, gently together, getting him used to the pristine pleasure of her supernaturally perfect pussy. Lovemaking and training at the same time, tempering his ability to receive pleasure, so that soon, oh so soon, he can handle thrusting into her wildly, over and over, eager to spill his seed. She is content with this, melting around him, being everything he wants, letting him take what he needs. Her desires bend to his, because either way she knows she will get what she wants, and with him panting and moaning and thrusting into her so sexily, why ruin things?

 

It could have just been a few minutes, but what feels like hours and hours of this love making goes on, her sweet pussy gently squeezing and massaging his dick, getting him used to pleasures no woman would ever normally be able to provide. So much precum, so much warm, heated lube, that makes every tiny little movement an explosive blossoming of pleasure and ecstasy, prompting more sweet tasting fuck slime to gush from his balls. Moaning, shuddering, still fighting the overwhelming urge to cum at every second he reluctantly thrusts and moves whenever he can, to increase his capacity for pleasure, to get used to fucking this incredible, amazing woman. Never frustrated, and in love with the torment he puts him through. As difficult as it is, it's complete and total bliss, the most heaven;y torture imaginable, trying not to cum.

 

In an attempt to tease him, Mirage Lady eventually asks him why he's trying so hard not to spill his seed inside her. He responds saying 'because I want to plant my seed in ALL women."