Viola responses to my question by literally slipping out of her revealing garments, letting it all descend onto the hard floor and allowing me to capture her alluring nakedness in full.
The strip show is over very quickly, as Viola probably has done the act hundreds of times already, not to mention that she wears absolutely no undergarment of any kind. In her mind, there is no reason to wear those articles of clothes, as they will only get in the way of the actions.
Unfortunately, that just makes me less interested, especially when my interest is already very low, as this is not my actual body. Even if it is merely an avatar housing my Spirit, I can still feel everything if I wanted to.
And I can certainly enjoy the awesome sin of flesh.
"Am I not to your satisfaction, Sorcerer Zan?" Viola asks after she notices my expression. Or more like the lack thereof. And the way she asks the question makes me feel somewhat ashamed, which is kind of weird.
"That remains to be seen, Viola,�� I response and take a seat at the edge of the bed. "Which master do you truly serve? It is certainly not the Third Master."
Viola approaches the bed and gently places her hands upon my shoulder and chest. "Right now, I serve only you."
And she plants her soft lips against mine, inviting me to explore her mouth with her tongue. Just from that alone, she is far better than Natalie, and thus, bringing me into the mood. At least, my overzealous Junior is already in the mood.
Since actions speak louder than words, I accept her invitation, exploring her mouth as my hands wrap themselves around her very feminine form. Even if she is not human, she looks human enough to me, not that it really matters in my mind.
I have fornicated with all sort of beings before, and this is actually mild in comparison.
While my lips are locked against hers and my tongue dances alongside with hers, she slowly strips me of my clothes, and I am somewhat amazed at how quickly and effortlessly she removes everything off of me.
Before long, Junior gets to explore her mouth, and I wonder for a second at how someone could have the heart to wipe out the Minasian to the last person. At least spare those who understands their craft so well like Viola.
And every time she swallows my cock completely, I heave heavily to stop myself from dumping all the hot baby batter churning within my balls straight into her stomach.
Viola takes note of my reaction and doubles her effort, forcing me to grab a fistful of her hair to remain in control, but it is a fleeting control at best.
She eventually frees junior and runs her tongue along its length before sucking in one of my balls while keeping me erected with her soft and gently hand. As she does so, she matches my eyes, beseeching me to let her have her rewards.
In front of such a pouty expression, I cannot hold in any longer, and the first few shots marks her face and hair. The next dozens coat her tongue and pool into her mouth and stream down her throat.