"Atreus Vermillion... for an 18-year-old young man, your cock is big, you know..."
Countess Azalea returned to massaging my cock with the soles of her feet, tightly and warmly.
I regained my breath, desperately trying to hold back my moans, but the massage of her feet was truly pleasurable.
She even used her big toe and index toe to center of my cock, then played with the tip of my cock with the sole of her other foot.
"Ahh...shit..."
I hate to admit it, but it’s so fucking good...!
I could barely contain the rush of lust that was increasingly filling my brain and mind.
Even though my body couldn’t move, my cock was growing erect and intensely aroused by Azalea’s unimaginable foot massage technique.
"Why are you holding back, Atreus Vermillion...? Tell the truth, dear... You’ve never felt this from Leysha or Cecile, have you? Oh, let alone from your ex-wife in this world! Absolutely impossible! Hahahaha!", Countess Azalea quipped with a seductive laugh.
This woman may be in her forties, but her allure and charm are not to be underestimated.
All those massages and her seductive, lodious voice made my imagination run wild, to the point where I imagined myself performing a "ritual" with her until I ejaculated completely to fill her pussy.
I took a deep breath, gritting my teeth, trying to force the muscles in my right hand to move little by little, until I finally managed to clench my right fist.
Slowly, the Black Star in my right palm reacted, generating a new flow of magical energy that helped rise.
Watching Countess Azalea, who was busy massaging my cock with her feet and laughing passionately in front of , I was sure she hadn’t realized I was gathering Black Star magic to counter her dinsional magic.
As long as I’m not ejaculate while I was gathering Black Star magic, there’s opportunity for to counter her dinsional magic.
One minute.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Damn, the massage of her feet was getting more intense, and I was on the verge of orgasm.
My sperm had already accumulated at the tip of my cock; it only took a few more touches for my cock to explode.
If I ejaculated a second ti in Countess Azalea’s dinsional world, all the Black Star magic I’d gathered would be wasted, and I’d die of exhaustion.
Damn...hold on...just a little longer, Atreus!
I can do it!
I have to!
"...why are you so quiet, Atreus Vermillion?" Countess Azalea asked, eyeing suspiciously.
She was so suspicious that she even stopped massaging her feet.
Damn, I shouldn’t make her suspicious.
If she uses her wilder techniques, I’m sure I’ll ejaculate quickly!
"Only a sane person would see the wife of a respected Duke being so lewd and wild in front of a young man like , Countess Azalea..." I said, catching my breath, which was still ragged and my face flushed red.
Damn, I was sweating profusely because Countess Azalea’s foot massage continued and relentless.
"Haa... I thought you’d enjoy this kind of gentle approach, Baron Atreus Vermillion. My husband would surely support , since my enemy is also his enemy," Countess Azalea retorted.
"Are you sure about that? I see you’re the one enjoying all this manipulation, Countess Azalea... It seems the reason you’re doing this for your husband, but it’s just a shallow story you’ve made up."
"Ahahahah... Why is your face twisted like that, Baron Atreus Vermillion? Are you angry with ? Or are you angry with yourself for not being able to control your lust? I know you’re enjoying this, Atreus. Let it all out... release everything that’s weighing you down! Hahahahah!"
I was annoyed to see Countess Azalea laughing so lightly at , but at the sa ti, I was fortunate that she was caught off guard.
This gave so extra ti until my magic energy was fully replenished to use the Black Star.
However, Countess Azalea picked up a small plastic bottle next to her and poured it onto the soles of her feet.
From its intoxicating scent, I knew this liquid was lubricant!
"Don’t pause...! I won’t stop until you release all your cum, Baron Atreus...! Let it out! Spill it all over my face...!", cried Countess Azalea as she continued massaging my cock with the soles of her now lubricated feet.
"Ughh...ahhh...!"
I let out a loud moan, surprised by the effect of the lubricant, which simultaneously made the massage on her legs even warr and slippery.
This intoxicating sensation caught off guard, causing to moan in utter amazent!
But before my ejaculation could reach the tip, I held back as hard as I could.
My Pre-cum leaked out, but I held it in with all my might, even though it hurt my cock.
I gritted my teeth repeatedly, holding back my moans with all my might, even though the pleasure was just a few touches away.
"Ara ara... that was close... Atreus Vermillion... you’re really persistent about this, huh... hahahahah..." Countess Azalea laughed at , even though
I only needed five more seconds for my Black Star magic to fully accumulate.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
On-
"I know what you’re planning, Baron Atreus Vermillion."
Countess Azalea suddenly interrupted.
She was no longer using the soles of her feet to massage my cock, but instead, she now using her hands, which had a far more powerful effect.
Ah crap.
The second her soft and warm hand playing my cock, my mind had lost it!
The intense massage of her hand is quite different and far more enjoyable!
I had only endured the massage of her soft, lubricated hands for a few seconds before I let out a loud moan, unable to hold back my ejaculation any longer.
"Ahh...! Damn...! I’m cumming...!"
"Yes...! Let it out, Atreus Vermillion...!"
SPLASHHH! SPLASSSH!
My cock spurted out so much sperm, having been held back for so long, that it covered Countess Azalea’s face and her large breasts.
My body writhed violently as my long-buried sen was released.
The sofa I was sitting on was flooded with my own sperm.
I imdiately collapsed limply, having lost more than half of my magical energy due to this wasteful sperm.
Countess Azalea slowly looked down at her palms, which were covered in my thick, warm sen.
She sniffed them with a lustful expression, then licked her palms deeply to clean the remaining sperm that had spilled on her hand, as if she were licking off the last bit of sweet chocolate sauce.
"Ahh... such fresh, magically charged sperm... this is the second ti you’ve wasted your magical energy, Atreus Vermillion. There’s no way you can survive with the rest of your magical energy."
I lay limp on the sofa, unable to get up.
Even breathing felt difficult.
"Go to sleep...this dinsion will disappear on its own after you take your last breath. Enjoy the sensation of playing with , Atreus Vermillion. Consider it both a reward and a punishnt for daring to stand up to King Victor Dragomir," said Countess Azalea, patting my cheek, which was becoming increasingly gaunt from exhaustion.
She smiled and turned away from .
She was so confident in her victory that she forgot the Black Star in my right palm was emitting a powerful, oppressive black aura.
Suddenly, the dinsion Countess Azalea had created trembled, changing shape and becoming irregular.
Countess Azalea froze in shock, then turned back to with a shocked gaze.
"M-my dinsion...? Why is it changing...?! Y-you—"
"You’re late, Countess Azalea." I said, slowly getting back up, even though my body felt weak from the lack of strength.
I forced myself to get up, aided by the surge of black aura that enveloped .
"Countess Azalea, look at this," I said, showing my right palm, specifically the glowing Black Star on my right palm.
"B-Black Star...?! H-How do you have that...?! W-What is your vow dragon—"
Then everything went black.
I could see Countess Azalea screaming loudly with a furious expression, but no sound was heard.
This dinsional space beca a vacuum because I had successfully countered it by transforming it into my dinsional space magic.
I had successfully copied the power of illusion dinsional magic from Countess Azalea.
Because of its illusory and manipulative nature, the shape of the dinsional space ford will depend heavily on the mories of the person who fell victim to it, which is the fragnt mories of Countess Azalea.
Amidst the darkness and silence, a new dinsional space quickly ford.
A palace dining room, where long tables were filled with deliciously aromatic roast turkey and venison, thick bread, fish, and pottage soup with aromatic spices, not to ntion the fragrant wine.
At the north end of the room, there was a painting of a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze, dressed in general-like armor and riding a horse.
His piercing gaze and half-gray hair were the hallmarks of soone powerful and influential in this land.
That man was Duke Archer Aurelius, dressed in a noble tunic and golden robes.
In this dinsion, I was sitting at the dining room table, preparing to eat the piece of roast venison that had been placed before .
Duke Archer Aurelius sat in the center, while Countess Azalea, dressed in her noble tunic, sat across from .
In her long, royal attire, with a small crown on her head, I smiled as Countess Azalea sat silently, enduring sothing tickling her.
This ti, she was the one who couldn’t move because she was under the influence of my dinsional magic.
"Please eat, Baron Atreus Vermillion," Duke Archer said pleasantly.
"Ah, very well, Duke. Thank you for the treat. How about so cheers? It would be a sha if we didn’t have a glass of wine first, Duke Archer," I said, raising my wine glass in front of .
"Oh, you’re right, Baron. Cheers!"
But Duke Archer suddenly fell silent, surprised because his wife, Azalea, was still sitting with her face down, her cheeks flushed.
"My dear, why are you so quiet...? What’s stopping you from doing the cheers...?" Duke Archer asked.
"I-I’m sorry, dear...but I...ahh...I-I an...you can start without !" R-Really...!" Azalea exclaid, turning her blushing face away.
"Ah, very well then. Baron Atreus, let’s go."
"Yes, Duke Archer."
CLINK!
Duke Archer and I cheered and took a sip of the delicious wine.
He returned to his hot roast venison, and so did I.
But my attention wasn’t on Duke Archer, but on Countess Azalea, who was still sitting with her head down.
"Countess Azalea, why are you still pretending...? You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?"
My voice was inaudible to Duke Archer, but it rang clearly in Countess Azalea’s head.
"Ba-baron Atreus...! What are you doing...?! Ahhh..."
Countess Azalea sighed silently, often covering her face, hiding her ragged breaths and uncontrollable moans.
Of course she would react like this.
With the dinsional space I created, I implanted a special vibrator into her pussy.
The remote control was in my hand, and I had already turned it on to the lowest setting.
"B-Baron Atreus...! W-what magic is this...?! W-why does my pussy...feel like sothing is entering...?! Ahhh..."
Countess Azalea let out another very soft moan, hiding her blushing face from the gaze of her husband, who was still focused on eating.
"Countess Azalea...even though this is only the lowest vibration level...your body is already swaying like a slut..." I said calmly as I devoured the piece of venison, then took a small sip of wine.
I saw Countess Azalea staring intently at , holding back the moan that threatened to escape her lips.
I could feel the magical energy building up within her body, preparing to resist my dinsional magic.
Heh...this is just the beginning, Azalea Aurelius.
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