"y-yes, but that isn’t what I ant." Princess Lucy spoke, blushing beyond control.
But then, she thought to herself.
Isn’t the clown right? I am a young lady who wishes to experience love, but I can’t find any man that I want to give myself to.
She then looked up at the clown, taking in the way his white hair fell past his incredibly handso face.
Not only was he handso, but he also wore an expression on his face that suggested that he was always in control of the situation.
Like a true god.
Princess Lucy squeezed her legs together, realising that her mind was travelling to dangerous places.
Noticing this, Solomon took advantage.
"Don’t worry. I’m not asking for you to undress, or even get naked. I just want to show you what the touch of a man feels like."
Lucy, though embarrassed, found the clown’s words working on her.
Like most won of her age, she often pleasured herself at the thoughts of being with a man, yet never had the intention of experiencing it until marriage.
At that mont, she told herself that if a god thought it was acceptable, then couldn’t that be the truth?
With shaky legs, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way over to the clown who still pointed towards his lap.
Before doing anything else, she stopped, standing over him. Up close, the clown got an even better look at the roundness of her breasts.
"What if the way my body feels isn’t to your liking?" She said sadly.
Solomon almost found himself laughing.
With gentle hands, he reached forward and grabbed hold of her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She let out a yelp as her legs naturally straddled around him.
They were both facing each other.
Lucy looked away, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her face that Solomon was focused on at that mont.
He slid his hands down her waist, arriving at the area where her hips curved, and eventually reaching further back, placing them on her ass.
Even through the gown, his hands sank into the softness. He felt the lines of her panties as he gently squeezed her ass, feeling the fat between each of his fingers.
As he gently played with her, Lucy felt exposed.
Every ti he groped her ass, she felt her private places spreading apart slightly.
Naturally, she leaned into the clown, pushing her breasts against him.
Solomon smiled as he felt her erect nipples and soft bust pushing against his chest. He felt himself stiffening, and his urges rising.
He wanted to reach his hands down further and explore the wet patch that he could feel pushing against his crotch.
W-what is this feeling? Lucy thought to herself. He’s only using his hands to squeeze my ass, but I can feel his touch spreading all the way to my lower regions!
Her breath beca fast, and her body beca hotter, reacting to the touch of the clown.
I-is this what the hands of a god feel like?
As she sat atop the clown, Lucy felt sothing stiff pushing gently into her lower region. That was what made her feel the most pleasure.
It wasn’t anything crazy, but she found her body naturally grinding backwards and forwards, trying her best to feel that feeling deeper.
Solomon noticed this, as the wet patch in her gown had dampened his own crotch. Even through the clothing he could tell that her pussy lips were soft, and most definitely plump.
He wanted to tear her clothes and ravage her then and there. But that didn’t match the deanour of a god.
With great sadness, Solomon removed his hands from her ass with a jiggle and placed them back on her waist. He then used minimal strength to lift her back to her feet.
Lucy looked down at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and a disappointed expression on her face.
"W-whats wrong?" She said, wondering why the clown had stopped. She started to worry that she had done sothing wrong.
Solomon only smiled, trying not to look down at the dark spot at the crotch of her gown, in case he embarrassed her.
With a sigh, he spoke.
"Your body feels amazing, Lucy. I could almost mistake you for a god yourself."
Lucy jumped at the complint. Despite being flustered, she also found herself filled with joy.
"But, I’m afraid we can’t go any further today, otherwise we will have nothing to look forward to in the future."
The words caught Lucy off guard.
Look forward to... Doesn’t that an that Sir Clown wishes to do this again in the future?!
She didn’t speak aloud, but at that mont she vowed to never miss a prayer to the god of information.
"Of course, Great Clown." She said, bowing her head deeply. "I will get going now, as I’m sure I’ve taken up enough of your ti."
Solomon White didn’t stop her as she made her way back to the stands and quickly sat down, allowing the pink fog to carry her back to her chambers in the palace.
Afterwards, the clown sat in his tent, unable to stop the smile from growing on his face.
The night was dark, and he was tired enough to sleep.
And as he did, he found himself dreaming about the luck of his transmigration.
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