Daryl stared at the interface for a bit. He seemed to be contemplating but that did not last long. A hint of madness and hunger flashed across his face before a smile appeared. He shook his head while his hand waved in the air.
"Hah, I almost lost myself there, I can't do that. I finally have the chance to take what is mine and pay back my dues. I'm sorry Miss Lysa you have been one of a kind but I need to get stronger."
Daryl weighed all the options before him, he certainly knew he would go through with the weird quest his system issued. He was at his wits end and this last straw left, he would not let go off.
Investing all his points into charisma seemed like the best option. His duty was to seduce and bed her, the other attributes would not aid in this. He could only gamble on the fact that his enhanced charisma would somehow sway the widow.
He thought of his unused stat points and his system interface reflected his thoughts.
[ Unused stat points: 4 ]
[Phy] [ Cha] [ Vit] [ Mag]
Daryl selected the charisma option. The system window closed but Daryl felt nothing. He picked up a bedside mirror but he could not see any distinctive change. Still, it was all or nothing, he had noticed the quest had a time limit, he had to seduce his caretaker tonight.
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Someone knocked on the door, it was probably Daryl, he was after all the only other person in the house apart from me. I put on my robe to cover myself, the night gown showed too much skin. I turned my face away from the window and the brilliant moon hanging outside its light cascading into my room. As I shuffled to the door, I caught a glimpse of Ian's potrait, a silver haired man with a strong jawline, his silver eyes often reminded me of the moon. My heart winced.
"Daryl...what's up? Are you okay? " I said as I opened the door. But that was not Daryl, I recognised those brilliant eyes, that enchanting air and square jaw.
"Ia..n..?" No I knew it was not him still I could not stop myself from embracing the mirage standing in front of me. The warm illusion, I could feel his skin against my cheeks. His toned arms holding me deep in them. And then I lifted my gaze to meet his, I wanted to push myself off, this wasn't Ian it was Daryl - a poor boy. But my effort was met with resistance.
"Lysa..." his husky voice sounded softly as his hands held me by my waist.
"Ian..." I said as our lips met, my sorrow, pain and resent drowning in the pleasure of his touch.
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I moved my hand down from her waist copping a feel of her butt, my hand sank into her flesh as if I was trying to hold water. Blood rushed and I could feel my member grow in between her thighs and press on her crotch, the gown folded in between us.
My tongue swirled in her mouth as her laboured breathing grazed the surface of my kin. I undid her robe and it dropped to the floor as her silhouette illuminated by the radiance of the moon greeted by gaze.
Our lips parted as her hands went under my shirt taking it off in one swift move, my pants fell to the floor soon after. She wound her soft jade palm my rod as the other held the back of my head.
My palms too went under her gown lifting it up as I moved them across her milky skin, soft and tender to the touch. Her bossom fit into my palms perfectly and her voice escaped her lips as I played with them.
We stumbled to the bed, our bodies pressed against each other, the kissing now wild and erratic, as I gulped down her saliva. I spat onto my hand and rubbed her down as audible moans now came from her.
I was about to go inside her when she pushed back, her eyes meeting mine, her gaze saying what her mouth could not. I moved her hands away and whisphered into her ear, " Just for tonight...I'm Ian"
As the feeling of warmth, wetness and gentle vibrations hit me, pleasure caressing every single inch of my phallus, I found myself groaning, struggling to hold back my orgasm. It felt like I would fail then and there but as my past and goals flashed across my mind, I was filled with a newfound determination and zeal as my body repeated the motions I had watched before on a tiny screen, awkward at first but quickly getting into a rhythm that left the woman under me reeling in pleasure.
I took care not to go too fast, too deep or too hard, I knew better than anyone that what Miss Lysa needed right now was her husband, comfort, she needed the past. Truth be told I could leave right now, the screen had popped up already, but like they say," You must wash of the water of which you stripped."
Moans of pleasure filled the room to the rhythm of our bodies, slowly rising into a crescendo as Lysa began to throw her whole body on me from below, her hips pushing with force until I was deep inside her and I could feel her crotch on mine. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she wailed in pleasure, her onslaught not stopping, it took every last bit of willpower to hold myself back until she finally managed to get there. Then in a sudden eruption her legs shaked and her body stiffened as I continued at the same space. I could see her face contort in pleasure and a particular sadness.
As I rose from her, she pulled me back then flipped me over. Her eyes avoided mine. Then she began to gyrate her hips , her hands on my chest and neck. The air of madness drew me in, my thoughts fumbled and I lost myself in her as my energy sapped out of my body into this endless abyss, a calming feeling washing over me.
She got off as I was still reeling from the pleasure but a jolt shocked me up as I noticed her lips placed on my tip, her tongue swirling. My body almost went into shock as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could tell I was in for a long night as I stared into the deep seductive hazel eyes of the demon before me.
*******
Daryl woke up, his head was killing him. He could tell he was dehydrated. Outside the sun hang high in the sky. Beside him lay the auburn haired widow, her chest heaving slowly in peace. Daryl rubbed his red eyes as he shook his head.
After dressing, he took one last glance at the room, he felt a wave of guilt. He had done irreparable damage to the relationship between himself and his caretaker as well as probably doing terrible damage to her progress in her healing journey.
The door closed.