I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Chapter 65: I Want To Enter You (R18)

’Clothing maketh a man’.

Ben Dover believed wholeheartedly in that phrase.

Clothes, underwear, or accessories, when worn by anyone, uplift their general appeal by a decent amount.

The right clothing on an already beautiful and sexy woman was something Ben Dover was always ready to give his all to appreciate.

As he sat there, entranced by the seductively deliberate actions of Faerwyn in removing her garment, Ben’s excitement was through the roof.

He wanted to see her...

He wanted to see her in those panties...

And deep down..... he could tell...

He could tell she knew... she knew just how much he wanted to see.

But Ben didn’t care in the least; in fact, he wanted her to know that he knew that she knew what he wanted.

The electric excitement in the room reached a new high as Faerwyn proceeded to undo her other strap, reaching behind her with impossible flexibility and undoing the knots fastened to her bodice, till it all came loose.

Her gown fell loosely from her shoulder, encountering some hindrance in the front, where Faerwyn gracefully pinched its bridge, drawing them free from her peaks as they fell, resting on her curvy waistline; her large, perky breasts sprang free, jiggling tenderly from the release.

"Good lord!"

Ben murmured, star-struck where he sat, gazing heatedly at Faerwyn’s twin peaks.

The luscious flawlessness of her breasts was almost like they’d been bathed in milk and marinated in divine ointment...

Ben Dover struggled to contain the bulge in his pants.

A little pause, and a soft knowing smile from Faerwyn, confirmed to Ben that she had heard him in his outburst.

But that wouldn’t stop Ben’s gaze from remaining transfixed on her mounds and those taut pink nipples, their tops pointy and inviting, begging to be latched on and ravaged.

As Ben struggled to control his biological needs, another realization struck him....

’They don’t have bras?’

The first time they had met, Faerwyn didn’t have a bra on, just her bodice....

Luna as well didn’t have a bra on, just her leather strap, and the twins had nothing special at all on top, just some scanty fabric.

Ben reasoned it must be really inconvenient for the ladies needing to tie down their breasts that way, when a simple bra from his world would solve the problem.

’Hmm....but should I?’

Ben contemplated possibly introducing modern bras to this world....

But beyond himself, he shamelessly loved the way things are already, and wasn’t too keen to change much about this setting.

Of course, he needed ways to get in touch with other women, but he hasn’t even gotten his panty business off the ground yet, so he decided to exercise some patience and see how this plan plays out first; he could always expand into other avenues in the future.

Ben was thrown from his thoughts when he saw Faerwyn proceed to gracefully let down her gown from her waist.

All of her actions were so provocatively sensual; it was almost like she was deliberately trying to provoke Ben....And it was working, as his cock was almost tearing through his pants.

If before, Faerwyn had always exhuded a passive sexual allure, now it felt like an active one, more than doubling her hotness.

Being that every part of her was effortlessly seductive, even the action of pushing down her garment as she bent over was unbearably provocative.

Faerwyn’s gown fell free to the floor, as she retrieved her flawless long legs out of them. She was now standing there with just her cream colored undergarment that looked more like short shorts, but somehow was still incredibly sexy on her sinful form.

In smooth motion, Faerwyn proceeded to slowly draw down her undergarment, pulling gracefully as she retrieved one foot after the other from it, then casually tossing it towards her mattress.

However, before her garment could land, Ben Dover caught it mid-air, bringing it to his nose and taking in a deep, solid sniff with his eyes closed.....

His lips curved in a lecherous smile, as he intoned....

"You smell delicious, my lady."

Ben commended, taking in Faerwyn’s delectably arousing fragrance; her undergarment smelt wonderful, and only served to heighten his horniness.

"You!...." Faerwyn uttered in shock, seeing what Ben had just done.

"You filthy!....how you no shame?"

She remarked in bewilderment; she felt embarrassed beyond measure by Ben’s lecherous and naughty actions.

Yet her cheeks were flushed unconsciously; her composure cracking at Ben’s display. She could never predict what this person would do.

But somehow... this.... she didn’t dislike this.

In fact, she wondered why this person telling her she smelt delicious after sniffing her undergarment, an act which was so disturbingly vile, actually made her feel so good.

"You can keep it if you like it so much,"

Faerwyn voiced dismissively, turning her round bare buttocks to Ben, the view nearly driving him insane as he pocketed her undergarment, his burning gaze locked on her round, flawless, and glistening juicy ass, which seemed to jiggle tenderly with her every movement.

"lord almighty!" Ben murmured, transfixed by the juicy goodness before him.

Faerwyn proceeded to retrieve the panty from the box, and simply looking at the design, it wasn’t hard to figure out how it should be worn, as the concept was quite similar to her former undergarment.

Just as Ben was beyond excited to see Faerwyn in those panties, Faerwyn too was equally curious to find out how good they were.

One beautiful leg after another, Faerwyn wore the panty, pulling them up slowly, sensually....

Until they reached her upper thighs, meeting a little hindrance from her curvy waistline and fat, juicy ass.....

So she pulled up, the panty’s elasticity taking effect as it finally snapped into place.

"This..."

"This is amazing."

Faerwyn blurted in surprise.

The feel, the softness, the way it covered all the necessary parts without needing to be excessively large or needlessly gaudy.

The way it soothed her privates in cushioning smoothness.

The comfort was beyond words. A thousand percent better than her former undergarment.

And most importantly, it was just so beautiful. The design, the stitching, the intricate netting.

’This will change everything,’ she thought inside.

Smiling in immense satisfaction, Faerwyn rubbed her hands over her panties, feeling the fabric as she turned towards Ben, asking... "How does it look?"

But Ben Dover, sitting on her mattress, seemed to have reached a breaking point at some point.

His cock had visibly caused some tears in his pants.

Throwing away all pretense for formality, he declared in burning horniness....

"I can’t take it anymore, my lady...."

"I want to enter you!"