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

Chapter 66: Poor Poor Boy (R18)

Before Faerwyn had on those sexy lace bikini panties, her sexiness was at a hundred; after she now had them on, it had shot up to a thousand.

If Ben were to liken this lady’s beauty to those from his world, even celebrities and models alike, known for their beauty and sexual appeal, would not even come close.

Ben Dover would know this because he’s been with a couple of celebrities back in his former world... but this...

This vixen before him...was something else entirely.

The way the panties held her full, round bottom, the way it accentuated her curvy, sinful waistline, the way her ass jigged within that enclosure as she swayed in observation.....

How her sexiness shot up as those lace panties held up the fullness of her tender asss, the smooth curvature of her figure made starkly manifest by just the addition of a single lace bikini panty.

"I can’t take it anymore....."

"I want to enter you, my lady!"

Faerwyn snickered, hearing Ben’s honest outburst. She had him where she wanted him.

’Yes...like that, see only me,’ she intoned inside.

Faerwyn had now concluded in her mind that no one else could have this young man, because the benefits he brought to the table were simply far too plentiful.

Now, she had to make sure she had him wrapped perfectly around her fingers, as she already knew from his personality that such a person, if not fully controlled, would sooner or later seek their bliss somewhere else.

Similar to how she too had done and would do anything to chase her bliss.

Every one of her actions going forward would be tailored to make this young man more dependent on her, so she can draw out every benefit she can from him.

"You haven’t answered my question, young man."

Faerwyn teased, taking measured steps towards Ben, who remained seated on the mattress, her large mounds and pointed pink glistening nipples leading the way, her curvy waist swaying temptuously, her purple lace panties holding the fullness of her luscious thigh and ass cheeks.

"You... you look divine, my lady."

Ben muttered in a trance, his attention locked on the approaching Fearwyn, the bulge in his pants straining like a beast begging to be set free.

Faerwyn’s smile stretched as she voiced in a tone glazed in honey, like the chorus of a heavenly choir to Ben’s ears.....

"I believe a befitting reward is in order, don’t you think ?" she added as she reached in front of Ben, and before the words even completely left her rosy lips, Ben was already nodding in agreement, his hands boldly reaching out and landing on Faerwyn’s curvy hips.

"You are incredible, my lady Farrwyn."

Ben intoned, his palms stretching, rubbing backwards over her lace panties and gliding over her fat, round tender ass.

He pressed his palms into it, feeling the fullness as his eyes closed in appreciation, squeezing deeply as he rubbed downwards, palming the heftiness of her fat cheeks in his grip and sliding over to meet her tender thighs.

"You seem pent up..."

"Allow me to relieve you."

Fearwyn intoned, standing over Ben as she pushed him with her right palm, sending Ben landing with his back to the mattress, staring up at Fearwyn’s beautiful face and pointy, milky, glistening mounds.

Knees first, Fearwyn climbed on top of the mattress, positioning herself on top of Ben.

Brazenly, both of Ben’s hands reached to grab hold of the milky goodness now staring at him in the face with Fearwyn over him.

But faster than he was, Fearwyn grabbed hold of both his hands with one of hers, pushing them backwards and holding them in place behind Ben’s head.

"Patience, young man," she whispered sensually into Ben’s right ear, her tender breasts and pointy nipples pressing deliciously into his chest.

"I’ll take care of you."

She whispered in addition, as her other hand glided downward, rubbing over Ben’s chest until reaching directly into his pants.

In one fell swoop, Faerwyn’s soft hand wrapped around Ben’s hard, throbbing cock as she pulled it free from his pants.

Before Ben could even follow her movements, she had brought up her palm, spat on it, then returned to grabbing Ben’s cock as she began to stroke it fast.

"Mmm..." Ben grunted in soft moans as his cock spiralled in and out of Faerwyn’s soft grip, the lubrication from her saliva causing the sensations to be even more intense.

As Faerwyn bent over him, jacking Ben off, she watched him, looking into his face and reading his reactions, pacing the rate of her motion, her grip tightening, loosening, speeding up and slowing down as she pleasured him, bringing to and from the edge again and again.

Ben felt himself about to burst; his hands were clasped tight behind his head, Faerwyn was pressed flushed against him, her tender breasts pushing into him, the heat from her thigh folds warming, as she used her other hand to jack his cock at impossible speeds.

Her sense of helpless pleasure was too hard to bear as this vixen seemed to follow the exact pacing that was driving him insane. Her skills were more than incredible.

Faerwyn’s gaze never left his, her mouth sensually open, as if experiencing the same pleasure he was, moaning along with him, maintaining eye contact as Ben approached completion.

"Fuuuccckkkk am coming!!!" Ben yelled.

"Yes...come....come for me!" Faerwyn encouraged as she pulled on his cock even more vigorously, the speed of her hand almost blurring as she jacked Ben more intensely.

"Shiiiiiiiiit!!"

Ben’s pelvis constricted, his seed bursting through his cock and shooting upward, hitting Fearwyn by her inner thighs and smearing her hands as her accelerations slowed down, watching Ben writh underneath her from his release, a satisfied soft smile crossing her face, her already heated cheeks flushing even more as she licked on her lips.

Ben thought that was it.

His release was so powerful, he lay paralysed for a moment, but before her had time to come down from the release, he felt Ferwyn’s grip wrap around his cock yet again.

"Wha..." Ben was about to comment, but before the words left his lips, Fearwyn was already jacking him off again, her hand coated yet again in her saliva, and beyond himself, Ben’s cock was already as hard as wood, as Faerwyn’s whispers tingled into his ears...

"Poor poor boy..."

"You must have been really pent up....you came so much."

Faerwyn held on to Ben’s cock as her other hand, which was previously holding up Ben’s hands over his head, broke free, reaching directly between her thigh, and shifting her lace panties to the side, she whispered softly.....

"Not to worry... I’ll help you..."

"I’ll help relieve you...completely."

Faerwyn guided Ben’s throbbing cock to warm folds as she slowly lowered herself onto him...

"Mmm...!"