"John!" Dalia shouted and John winced in response as he turned to face her.
"Please, not so loud," John said as he massaged his temples.
"Sorry, hehe," she giggled and John rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the couch.
"Anyway, I want to drink!" Dalia chirped as she skipped over to the liquor cabinet, "what are you having?"
"Beer," John said, rubbing his chin, "actually, get me some of that flavoured vodka."
"Vodka it is," she replied with a playful wink.
The two spent some time chatting and drinking until Dalia began to feel the effects.
"Sh-John," she stuttered as she reached out with her arms, "let’s dance!"
"Huh?"
Before John could answer, Dalia was already tugging on his arm and dragging him towards the centre of the base. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying her hips from side to side.
"Let’s dance!" Dalia shouted as she threw her arms up in the air.
The sound of her laughter echoed through the base and John chuckled, "fine, let’s dance."
They danced to the rhythm of the music playing from the speakers. John twirled her and she laughed as she twirled around, then came closer and rested her head on his shoulder.
"John—hiccup," she slurred, her body leaning on him, "I’m... tired."
"Haha," John laughed as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to her room.
Dalia wrapped her arms around John’s neck and buried her face in his chest, mumbling incoherently.
"I want to make a lightweight joke, but we drank quite a bit," John said as he set her down on her bed and turned to leave when she tugged on his arm.
"Don’t go!" She pleaded, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.
John furrowed his brows and nodded his head, "alright, I’ll stay."
She scooted over on her bed and patted the empty space next to her.
"Here!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, come on!"
John sat next to Dalia and she scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.
"You smell nice," Dalia mumbled.
John chuckled as he patted her head. "That’s because I used soap to shower," he teased.
"Oh, stop it," she said with a giggle and snuggled closer.
"John..." she said, her voice barely a whisper and a certain melancholy in her tone.
"Yes?"
"I... les have the sed," she mumbled incoherently."
"The what?"
"The se-sed... the s-se-sex," Dalia stuttered, her cheeks flushed pink and her breathing heavy.
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John raised an eyebrow and a mischievous smirk appeared on his face, "do you know what you’re saying?"
"Y-yes... please!" She pleaded as she clung onto him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she stared deeply into his eyes.
"Ever since I saw yoo wiss miz Julia, I..."
John observed Dalia’s lustful expression and the way her heavy breasts heaved with every breath she took, the way her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing her creamy white skin and her panties. He grinned and cupped her chin, bringing his lips close to hers, "I know what you want, but I won’t do it for free."
Dalia panted heavily as she stared up at him with pleading eyes, "I’ll do anything, anything!"
John wanted to cackle at this turn of events. He realised Dalia was already under his control and all she needed was a little push to be completely his.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "then prove it. I’ll give you a chance to seduce me, but if you fail, you’ll have to listen to everything I say."
"Deal," Dalia nodded and smiled shyly, "I’m ready."
John sat up on the corner of the bed and pointed towards the floor, "kneel."
Dalia nodded and crawled towards him on all fours and knelt between his legs. Her eyes widened when she noticed the huge outline of his cock under his pants, her cheeks flushed red as she reached out to stroke it, but John grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.
"No touching, yet."
"O-okay," Dalia nodded and licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his member.
John admired her figure as she knelt on the floor. Her breasts were far too large for such a small frame. They threatened to spill out of her cleavage as she breathed heavily. Her fair skin was flushed and glowing, and her hair was a messy tousled blonde mess, with wavy strands falling across her flushed cheeks.
He summoned a bottle of lotion from his inventory and Dalia’s eyes widened, her lips forming an O as she took the bottle in her hands. John smirked, "apply it on your breasts so they’re nice and slippery."
"But how will you -" Dalia spoke, but cut herself off with an expression of enlightenment, "oh."
She opened the cap, and the fruity aroma of the lotion filled the room. Dalia began massaging the sweet-smelling lotion on her tits. The smooth texture and warm sensation caused her nipples to harden instantly, and goosebumps appeared on her body, making her tremble. She thought this was akin to masturbating in front of him and that thought sent a thrill to her core.
John’s erection twitched at the sight before him and his pants grew tight. Dalia’s top began to turn transparent as the lotion soaked through it. She panted as her hands began squeezing her heavy breasts, causing her nipples to rub through the material, making them even more visible, and turning John on further. She slipped her hands under the material to squeeze her nipples, and moaned softly, staring up at him with her gaze burning with a mixture of arousal and hesitation, "what next?"
"Take off your top," he commanded and Dalia nodded weakly, obediently doing as she was told.
She crossed her arms over her breasts in shame. John chuckled, "it’s a little too late for shame, don’t you think?"
"I... I just have never done this kind of thing before," she said, a tinge of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.
"Trust me, you’ll get used to it soon," John assured.
Her body trembled as his hands brushed her arms softly and moved to her lacy white bra. Dalia’s breath caught in her throat as she waited, unsure of what he would do next.
John smiled and pulled down her bra, her breasts sprang free, and the cool air caused her hard nipples to stiffen further, almost becoming erect.
Dalia let out a soft moan when he ran his thumbs over her puckered pink nipples. Her cheeks reddened even more as he cupped his large hands around her ample bosom, gently fondling and massaging them with desire.
Dalia was practically drooling as John slowly unzipped his pants and let his massive erection spring free. The size was huge, with thick veins and a pink swollen head. A tear escaped the corner of her eye as he parted her breasts and squeezed them together, wrapping them around his shaft.
"You know what to do. Get to it."