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

Chapter 68: Tonguejitsu (Second Form) (R18)

Ben Dover went into action without delay....

He sprang up and made his way between Fearwyn’s thighs....

Slowly, he planted soft hisses from her mid-thigh, moving downwards towards her heated warmth.

Faerwyn threw her head back, her palms planted on the mattress behind her for support as she allowed Ben to go to work, kissing and inching closer to her panties.

Her long black hair pooling backward, she bit her rosy lips, face flushed with arousal and sensual tingles from Ben’s action, eyes closed with a lewd, pleasure-filled expression playing on her face.

Ben kissed and drew his tongue over Faerwyn’s lower thigh, kissing and licking around the edges of her panties, stimulating the side of her pussy in provocative teases as soft moans escaped Faerwyn.

"Mmh!.."

Proceeding smoothly, with his teeth, he bit on her lace panties, dragging the fabric to the side, revealing her already wet and steaming pussy.

Ben larped a slow lick on her clit...

"Mnh!....yes..."

Faerwyn moaned softly, her pussy pulsing and throbbing from Ben’s contact and his breath on her petal.

"You taste delicious, my lady."

He whispered sensually as he engaged his special martial arts, ’tonguejitsu’.

Ben’s tongue, like the rapid fluttering wings of a butterfly, flickered mechanically on Faerwyn’s clit...

Biting lightly, dipping and licking, slowing down and pacing up as Faerwyn’s arousal fluids and moans came pouring out of both her pussy and mouth...

"Ohhhh yesss!!..... Oh goddesss!!..... that’s it!!...."

Faerwyn’s fingers dug into the mattress, her thighs trembling as Ben went to work, devouring her pussy, bouts of exploding sensations igniting in her pussy and shooting through the rest of her as she wriggled on the mattress in bliss.

Ben transitioned to the second form in his ’tonguejitsu’ martial arts series; his speed jumped up a couple more degrees, fluttering like a jet engine and simultaneously sucking on Faerwyn’s clit, biting and pushing through her labia and into her pussy at varying pace with Faerwyn’s moanful cries growing more erratic.

"Ohh! Yes... Haaah... haaaaah, oh goddesses!!!!!!!"

Faerwyn moaned aloud as her back arched, her grip on her mattress tearing, thighs vibrating and pressing inwards as her pussy burst forth in a fountain of her love juices, splashing against Ban’s face and through the air, matting her mattress and floor.

Faerwyn fell limply on her back, her expression lewd and heated in satisfaction, her pussy still throbbing and tingling in sensuous bliss, her release that poured forth for nearly a full minute finally coming down.

"You are so sweet, my lady."

Ben remarked, falling on his back, Faerwyn’s juices matting his face as he licked his lips.

Hearing Ben speak, Faerwyn was already growing accustomed to his usual indecent and naughty manner of speech....

And beyond her noble self, she found she quite liked it when he completed her so... even though she would never admit to such.

"Now that we’ve properly tested the product..."

"You can go now, young man."

"Send my girls in on your way out."

Faerwyn voiced as she slowly got up from her mattress, adjusting her wet panties as she moved with her juicy heaving backside and large bouncy mounds in the direction of the ground bathtub, her countenance returning to her usual regal demeanor.

Ben watched in appreciation at her swaying curvy waist and round ass in those panties as he too stood from the mattress, adjusting his pants and shirt.

"Oh...and don’t forget to send the sample over later."

Faerwyn added, turning back to Ben with a soft smile curving her lips, to which Ben replied with his most charming smile as well.

"Of course, my lady."

Then he turned towards the exit, making his way out while casting lecherous glances in Faerwyn’s direction, where she now stood by the bath, slowly pulling off her panties.

He stood there by the door, watching and enjoying the view, until Faerwyn suddenly stopped in the middle of her action, turning and catching Ben’s lecherous stare, which prompted him to finally exit guiltily and shut the door.

With Ben not out of the room, Faerwyn’s lips curved upwards...

"Mmm...how cute."

As Ben walked the corridor of the south mansion leading out of Faerwyn’s residence, he came upon the duchess’s personal maidservants standing on a ready next to the right-side wall.

But their reactions to seeing Ben approach were one of heated curiosity, with a touch of crimson blush to their cheeks as they caught sight of some lingering liquid substance around Ben’s lip.

Both ladies, one a full head taller than the other, cast quick communicative glances with one another as they flushed redder, throwing furtive looks at Ben and then looking away, thinking he would just be passing them by.

However, Ben Dover paused in front of the ladies, taking them by surprise as they raised their eyes up to meet his in both confusion and a little frightened of the possibility that he had somehow realized what they had been talking about.

"We greet lord healer."

They chorussed together, bowing a little. Though Ben wasn’t a noble, he was a mahji, and that was also of a high status.

"Please stop with the lord healer business, I beg you....."

"We have met before, lovely ladies.... please call me Hardwood."

Ben regarded the ladies with his usual charming charisma.

Though they appeared hesitant to address him informally, they still nodded their heads, their blush glowing deeper, both from Ben’s interest in them and what they knew this person had probably done with his mouth coming out of their master’s bedroom.

"Can I know your names ?"

The taller one spoke after a moment’s pause...

"Cycille..."

"And I am Denie," the second added shyly.

"Cycille and Denie...lovely names, great to make your acquaintance..."

"Don’t be strangers and feel more free around me, okay?... You know I am new here, so I need all the help I can get."

Ben said to them, smiling as the ladies seemed to relax more, nodding and even returning his smile.

"Oh...I almost forgot... the duchess asked me to send you girls over"

Before the words could even completely leave Ben’s lips, both ladies had zapped straight out in front of him; one minute they were there, the next they were already going into Fareywn’s room.

"Shit... my bad"

Ben muttered, feeling guilty; he could tell the ladies were in a hurry for delaying to go in, a delay which he unknowingly caused.

Ben also confirmed that they both were certainly of a high-realm from their incredible speeds, which would explain how they were able to pull along that massive boulder the first day he saw them.

Though he couldn’t tell exactly how strong they were, as that honor was reserved for those who have reached the noble realm and beyond.

Ben resumed his walk through the passageway; he planned to look for Nymira, and was also curious to check out the sex report from his recent encounter with Faerwyn....

However, just as he was about to take the corridor leading to the west wing, he heard someone yell from behind him...

"Hey, you, with the shit colored hair....."

"Stop right where you are."

Ben slowly turned to see a tall, handsome young man, much taller than he was, and more heavily built, leisurely making his way towards him.

He had a triangular branding on his forehead, and he had on a senior servant’s uniform.

Ben had never met this person before, but knew he was a senior servant.

And what stood out the most was that he had insulted Ben off the bat, and this person’s expression was twisted in an irritated frown. Clearly, he had not come for peace.....

He had come for problems.

’Who the fuck is this now?’ Ben wondered inside.