Allure of Dreams Ch. 02

"For now, I think I'll take it easy, give you an introduction to what you can expect in the future," Mindy said.

With that, she brought her hands to Art's nipples and flicked, teased, toyed with them. She held the soft nubs between the tips of two fingers and squeezed ever-so-gently, bringing pleasure with just the slightest trace of pain. Art had never thought of his nipples as an erogenous zone and now felt slightly ashamed of himself.

"Hehe, don't tell me you think of these are something only girls feel good from?" Mindy said teasingly. "Don't worry about it! If it feels good, and it doesn't hurt anyone, why feel bad about it? That's my personal motto, and it's something you should consider too."

Mindy continued, bringing her hands down to Art's butt. She cupped his buttocks in her hands, squeezing with a disturbing eagerness. Her fingers wandered dangerously close to a place that Art didn't want them anywhere near, and he flinched. Thankfully, the fingers stopped.

"If there's something you're uncomfortable with, just say it and I'll stop," Mindy said. "That said... Anal play can be amazing, you should really try it sometime." Mindy gave a wink.

Finally, Mindy gripped Art's penis in one hand and began to stroke. She moved each of her fingers separately and with incredible dexterity: rubbing each of the ridges on the penis, caressing the glans with her thumb, occasionally teasing the balls with her pinky.

Art couldn't help but gasp at her skill. Each and every movement seemed to target his weak points with just the right amount of strength. Although Mindy limited her attentions to his shaft, Art felt waves of ecstasy course through his entire body. Art's legs grew weak and he would have collapsed if Mindy didn't hold him up.

After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, Mindy stopped her stroking. She raised her hand to her face and made sure Art could see the drops of precum on her fingertips. With a wicked lust in her eyes, she stretched out her tongue and licked the fluid off. The succubus smacked her lips in satisfaction.

"Mmm... not a bad taste," Mindy said. "And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. Now... how would you like me to finish you off? Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth, suck on it like a lollipop, and drink every last drop of your cum? Do you want me to stick it between my nice, soft tits, and rub away until you've covered me in white? Or do you want me to use my hand again, or to try something else? I'm game for it if you are."

Art didn't think that he could get any harder than he already was, but he was proven wrong. Mindy's words, positively dripping with raw sexual intent, caused Art to reach a new peak in arousal.

After a bit of thought, Art answered, "Well, you're the experienced one here. So... surprise me."

Mindy's grin reached the point that even the Cheshire Cat would have envied her. She said, "If that's what you want...then wish granted."

Suddenly, Mindy gave Art a push. While she didn't put much force into it, he was caught off guard and fell backwards. Something soft and elongated intercepted his fall. As he was lowered to the ground, Art realised that it was Mindy's tail.

"From what I've heard, in the world you come from, it would be really uncomfortable to do it on the bare ground," Mindy said, while she kneeled down and unlaced one of her boots. "But you don't have to worry about that here! So just hold still -- this is going to feel incredible."

With her foot exposed, Mindy waggled her toes in front of Art's face.

"Hehe, do you want to lick my foot?" Mindy asked coquettishly. "Don't worry, it's not dirty or anything. If you're into that, sorry to disappoint you!"

Mindy brought her foot towards Art's crotch. Along the way, she teased one of Art's nipples with two of her toes, showing that her toes were no less dextrous than her feet. She slid her toes across Art's stomach, causing him to shudder. Finally, with agonising slowness, she brought her foot down to Art's penis.

First, Mindy teased the glans with each and every one of her toes. The feeling was strange but by no means unpleasant, and Art couldn't help but squirm.

"Come on, hold still!" Mindy said laughingly.

Next, she began to apply an increasing amount of pressure. The sole of her foot was incredibly smooth and soft, ensuring that the pressure was never painful.

Finally, she started moving her foot, back and forth, back and forth. She kept tilting her foot this way and that, preventing Art from ever getting used to the pleasure. All the while, she continued to use her toes to play with his tip.

As Art gasped for air, Mindy looked down on him gleefully and said, "Hehehe, you can't do anything now, right? And I'm still going easy on you... you need a lot more practice if you want to start making others feel good." Her smile grew bigger and she continued, "But while you're here... I may as well put on a show."

Mindy brought her left hand to her chest and slid off one leather strap, baring one of her magnificent tits. She began fondling and squeezing the soft blue flesh in a heartachingly-erotic manner.

And that wasn't all, not by a long shot. Mindy brought her right hand down to the junction of her legs and pulled aside the strap there. Her pussy was revealed: a pink slit dripping with fluid, without a single hair obscuring it. Just the sight alone caused Art to gulp, and Mindy then started pleasuring herself here as well. She used her thumb to tease her clit while thrusting her index and middle fingers in and out, in and out. Her glistening fluid coated her fingers and a few drops even fell onto Art's leg, the sudden splash of warmth only increasing his arousal.

As she pleasured herself, Mindy purred and cooed with delight. The sight and sound combined with the intense and ever-changing pressure on his shaft was all too much for Art.

Inevitably, Art came. His mind was overcome by an endless flurry of explosions. His hands tore up the ground as he struggled to get a grip. His back arched to an almost painful extent. And the dam in his lower body finally burst, with jet after jet of white semen shooting up and out of his cock.

The climax was so intense that, for a few moments, every other stimulus was drowned out. Art heard a strange noise that almost sounded like humming, eventually realising that it was Mindy's voice.

" -- hear me now? Oh, looks like it. That was amazing, right? You want me to keep going, right?"

Art was still too dazed to say anything coherent, but he managed a nod.

"Welll... as much as I'd like to, I'm afraid that's all for today," Mindy said. "At the rate we're going, you'll break if you get any more from someone as amazing as me. Sorry about that."

Art felt a crushing sense of disappointment. While reaching orgasm should normally have purged him of his sexual desires, this one just now seemed to have amplified them instead. Was it some unique characteristic of the Sylvalans?

Art attempted to get up, but his body refused to obey him. He noticed a warm feeling on his stomach and, upon looking down, realised that all of his semen had landed on him. There wasn't a single drop on Mindy's foot or leg.

Mindy noticed Art's confusion and explained, "Even I can show restraint! Although I really would like to taste you..." Mindy eyed him hungrily before quickly composing herself. "Anyway! I'm leaving that for later, so that when I finally get to eat you up, you'll have an even better flavour!"

Mindy fixed up her clothes. However, after what he had just seen, Art simply couldn't get the sensual images out of his head.

"And there's another reason..." Mindy continued. "To Sylvalans, cum is the tastiest thing in the world, and we can sniff it out from a mile away. Right now you're like a beacon in the night, shining away for all to see. It won't be long before you're found. I don't know who'll find you first, and neither will you -- it's a nice little surprise gift from me!"

Mindy stepped away and spread her wings. "Once you've gotten better at sex, come and find me again! We'll have so much fun together!"

And with that, she took off and disappeared into the sky.

***

A massive green-scaled fist struck a tree, leaving a deep dent in the trunk. Its owner grumbled in frustration.

It had taken the wurm more than five minutes of scrubbing her face before she'd removed all of the smoke fruit juice. And before she was able to calm down, she'd brought down twenty or thirty trees, creating a massive clearing in the middle of the forest. The commotion had scared off every animal for hundreds of metres around.

"Ugh... why the hell would he even do something like that?" The wurm muttered to herself. "I was just asking them if they wanted to have fun."

It had been months since the last time the wurm had been with a man. Her incredible strength and size meant that even her fellow Sylvalans were intimidated by her, to say nothing of the human visitors to this world. Whenever she was lucky enough to stumble on a man, his terror at her hulking figure would almost inevitably obliterate any arousal. It didn't help that she couldn't move anywhere without creating a racket, ensuring that any humans or Sylvalans could hear her coming and hide.

To vent her frustration, the wurm punched the tree again. The additional blow caused the trunk to snap and several tonnes of timber came crashing to the earth.

All this has just made me hungry, the wurm thought. I might as well take care of that first.

Wurms were omnivorous in the truest sense of the word. Their powerful jaws and strong stomachs meant that they could digest anything. Even wood was edible to them, though it was extremely tasteless.

The wurm wondered whether she should eat the leaves of the many fallen trees nearby or instead go the effort of trying to find something bigger. But before she could finish that thought, the forest stirred.

The trees twisted their trunks and extended their branches, looking like giant hands reaching towards the wurm. The bushes shook, creating the impression of ripples on the surface of water. An imposing voice boomed through the forest.

"You shall pay for this."

The wurm whipped her head around, trying to find out where the voice was coming from. "Who are you!?" she roared. "Quit hiding and come out!"

The trees shook in a manner reminiscent of laughter. "Who am I?" The voice continued. "That's actually a tricky question to answer. I've been given many names... but you can call me the Queen of the Forest."

The wurm snickered at this. "'Queen of the Forest'? What kind of stupid name is that? Anyway, I'm not afraid of you, no matter how much you try and show off. Show yourself!"

"There's no need for that," replied the Queen of the Forest. "But that's not the issue. The real issue is the crimes you have committed upon my forest."

"Your forest?" The wurm scoffed. "Don't joke around. This place is huge and has literally thousands living in it. You think you get to lay claim to it all? Who gave you the right?"

Suddenly, dozens of tree roots burst from the ground and assaulted the wurm! She roared and swung her arms and tail about, but the roots seemed to be made of solid steel and weren't damaged in the slightest. Within seconds, the wurm was tightly bound by the roots, with even her massive tail rendered unable to do more than twitch.

No! I won't -- give up -- that easily!

The wurm redoubled her efforts, tensing all the muscles in her body. The force she exerted could have crushed a main battle tank. But it was completely fruitless. The roots would not give an inch.

"Do you think yourself invincible?" asked the Queen of the Forest. "That is simply your ignorance. For your information, the law of nature, the survival of the fittest, gave me the right to rule this forest. Now... you shall pay for each and every one of my trees that you destroyed."

Countless vines descended on the wurm...

***

Art remained lying on the ground for quite a while. More than once, the memories of his recent mind-blowing orgasm caused blood to begin concentrating in one spot yet again. He tried to think of anything else to take his mind off of sex. He kept trying to focus and plan his next move, but the image of the blue-skinned succubus stubbornly refused to leave his mind. After considerable effort, he managed to recover the will to move again. Art sat up...

...only to hear the increasingly-loud sound of buzzing.

Art scanned his surroundings. He spotted something approaching to his left... then spotted something out of the corner of his eye and turned, only to see something to the right as well. In fact, they were coming from all directions. Just as he jumped to his feet and considered climbing up a tree to hide, they appeared.

Fairies. That was the first word that came to mind when he saw the countless tiny figures flying on shimmering insect wings. As they came closer, Art saw that they had the proportions of glamour models, just scaled down by a factor of ten or so. Their limbs were covered in orange and black fur, while tiny antennae sprouted from their heads.

The fairies conversed with each other as they flew, in incredibly high-pitched voices that were mostly unintelligible to Art.

Their intentions, though, were very clear.