Chapter 60

Elle's Point of view

I'm not sure how I ended up at this hut, where a guy I'm not familiar with is now residing. After I finished talking with Yora, I hurried to the garden, where I ran into him again.

“I am Logan…”

"Howdy..." I lifted and lowered my brow in an attempt to speak. My body is sensing something. This, I believe, is what Yora was referring to. I was asking his name and making no preparations since it seems as if I had no intention of listening to his explanation any longer due to my growing lust for him. With my index finger, I signaled for him to approach.

Despite his uncertainty, he went nearer me and appeared intrigued about what I would do. When my mouth was near his ear, I whispered in a seductive tone to further captivate him, since there was a potential he might object to what I was about to do.

"Are you interested in doing anything else?" I averted my face while I spoke to him in whispers. I got embarrassed as I licked my lip. I wet a whole in my bottom lip and then bit it. However, rather than enchant this man, his two brows just fused together. This is my rationale, that he may not even agree to what I desire. I stood up as a result of his response. I locked my gaze on him and marched away.

Due to the immensity of this hut, there is a possibility that I may get lost and may even come across another ghost. I had no idea where I was heading. All I understood was that I desired to eliminate my discomfort and body heat!

(Note: Logan asked Gaia to summon a witch to do a hut and it seems like a palace because it is big.)

Believe it or not I don't know that a hut can look like a palace. I don't know how this thing exists here.

I was ready to walk away when I was abruptly dragged elsewhere. I heard the sound of irons clattering and the door locking. I shoved the man furiously and then stared snappily. Today, men are wearing thin on my patience! Including Archer!

I was ecstatic with what Logan accomplished. As a result of what he had done to me, I ruffled his red robe fast as I embraced him. He continued to push himself into me, and I suddenly lifted my head. He positioned his legs between my thighs as he kissed my neck.

My lips were kissed by his kiss. When he pressed his tongue on the roof of my mouth, it collided with mine. He nibbled my lower lip just before the kiss parted. We shared saliva as he shifted his face away from mine. My eyes were fatigued as a result of what he did.

I took shallow breaths to expel the air. He smiled as he looked at my face from that angle. He massaged my ear and then toyed with it, amplifying the thrills and tickling sensations I was experiencing.

"Is that all you desire?" I missed his question since my attention has shifted to his hand, which he stroked up and down my legs. As he let go of my ear, undressed, and lowered my robe, I was even more bewildered as to where to direct my attention. He scooped up my vagina but never reached inside the hole with his fingers.

I leaned my forehead into his broad chest, oblivious to what he was doing. It's as if I want to put my soft body on the bed and repeat what I did in my strange dream. Because I was hoping, all I could do was pray that Archer won’t know this.

I was taken aback when he abruptly pulled me up like a kid. My legs are now wrapped around his waist and secured behind his back to prevent me from falling. He bolsters my confidence by capturing my buttocks. When he bit my neck and felt the bulge in the center of my legs squeezing the sensitive portion of my body, the Elle entirely vanished.

We took a stroll. I heard the door slam shut. Because my eyes were closed, my hands were already wrapped around his neck, and we were kissing on the lips, I had lost sight of where he was taking me. I just appreciate each and every touch of our flesh. Even when we entered the room, I was unaware. He was looking for something from the side when the light switched on. I opened my eyes just then, and much more so when the fragrance of his enveloped my nose.

It seems as if we've arrived at his room. I assumed he was going to throw me to the floor, but that was before I felt the soft object behind me, the forceful ripping of the robe, and the much stronger scent of his smell emanating from the blanket. Perhaps I am not dreaming and am unable to awaken from this madness.

This is far from the dream I had.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" I was unexpectedly embraced by the guy I shoved. When he placed his body on mine, something hard struck my stomach instantly.
I rose from my lying position and sat. His intimate physique is seductive. As if it were the only thing I could eat, I reached my hand to touch his abs. I clutched and massaged it while my hand made its way down to the thing that had just enlarged within his clothes. When I touched it, I experienced goosebumps. I never imagined my vagina would be able to tolerate this. Fortunately, my delicate area was spared from being damaged owing to its excessive fat and girth.

I recall the dream when I was leaning against the door that day while we performed things I never imagined I could manage. The manner in which the man in my dreams slammed me. I cannot conceive! I wasn't even embarrassed by myself. I believe I'm developing a sex addiction as a result of Logan. I never did this with Archer.

"Would you like to do it in a different section of this room? It seems more memorable.” He grabbed and yanked my head. My face collided with his standing cock and made contact with the side of my lip.

"Oh." I clung to it while it remained on the edge of my lip and then raised my eyes to his. He saw me as if I were a sex slave with the ability to pay at any moment for anything like this.

As he took a step back, I lost my grasp on his dick. He gently caressed the underneath of my armpit and then hoisted me up like a kid. After that, he was hoisted into the bathroom. He dropped me and embraced me as we approached the bathroom with the transparent rear door.

"Should we wash up together?" He chuckled as he gripped my arse one again.

"What are our options?" He added to what he said earlier. Given my apparent embarrassment, I abruptly shoved him and then avoided looking at him.

"What do you want?" I asked again. Still not returning his gaze. Where did my bravery originate before, and where is it now? Due to my rapidly shifting behaviors, I have the impression that I have several personalities. Perhaps he will later believe I am insane and will toss me into the water here.

He did not respond to my query, but drew me inside. Because we are both nude in the same way that Adam and Eve were. The spray of water was now striking us. He was clutching his waist, his body straight, and he was also clutching the "stuff" he seemed to be proud of.

Due to his height advantage above me, he seemed to look down on me. When I lifted my hand, the first thing I did was touch his chest, which was similarly in excellent condition. I straightened my nails while examining his eight-pack abs, his heart, and the angry-looking dick.

"Kneel."

I began by touching and inspecting his legs. There is hair present, although it is sparse. If sculpting becomes a career for me. Even if I shut my eyes, I will reach out and touch him, memorizing every inch of his body. My hand will brush against every inch of his body.

I want both of us to enjoy this event without feeling uneasy, and thus to lighten the mood, it should all begin with the woman—at least in my opinion. The water is now coming to greet me. That combines with the heat generated by my body. My next touch was on his previously standing cock.

When I glanced up, my vision of his face was nearly entirely obscured by the immensity of his chest. I drew my tongue out and licked the tip of his dick, which was now dripping with a sticky substance. I grinned, and so I continued to play with it as if it were a lollipop being eaten. If this stuff is flavorless to others, it is too sweet to me.

"Are you fond of it?" I took my hand away from the grasp on his cock that I had intended to touch for a moment. I clung to both of his legs for stability.

“Haaaa. Fuck!” One hand remained on his waist, while the other sank into his wet hair, which was also dripping with water at the end. He raised his eyes and closed them, and I continued to love playing this game with him. Whoever created this man, I pray he molds me in my future life. This leads me to question whether there is another lady who will not accept this face. If someone continues to object to this almost full-built figure. Anyone who notices the bump in the center of his trousers on a daily basis will pursue him.

I detach one of my hands from his legs and place it in the hole in my private area, as I am becoming aroused. I get the feeling that simply by looking at his sensual face, I will quickly ejaculate. Not only that, but while his cock was still in my mouth, I pushed my two fingers into my vagina. Additionally, I shot it into my throat. When I took it out of my mouth, my saliva came out with it; I'm not sure whether the liquid was mixed in.

I was taken aback when he abruptly touched my face and crouched to level our stance, although I could clearly perceive the difference in our heights. I peered down at the object that seemed to have slowed down but remained upright. He kissed me before I could touch it again.

“Mmmhop.” When he inserted his tongue into my mouth, I lost my ability to talk. He struggled with my tongue, like if two swords were engaged in combat. I could feel how hot his breath and tongue were. I was reassured by those kisses as a result of the water's chill. I get the impression that my lips are going pale from the great cold, since they are already trembling.

“W-wait … Aghhh.” My whole voice resonated throughout the shower room as he pushed firmly on my chest as if it were a button switch. It looked as though he was aiming his finger at me, but it slammed into my broad chest. I was stunned by what he did; saliva dropped down the side of my lip as I waited to see how I would feel. Whether it was heat from his body or agony as a result of what he did.

He hasn’t ended up there yet. He squeezed my breast; I reached out to touch his hand, but instead of resting on his hands, my hand landed on his chest. Furthermore, I pressed my cheek on his wide chest. My stance seemed to be doggy-style, so he slipped his finger inside my p*ssy from behind me. My hands trembled there. He started thrusting his two fingers.

He withdrew his finger just before I cum, so it was cut short. I properly knelt. I pout and fix my gaze on the thing wedged between his legs. As though I were pleading for him to give it to me. My cheeks are already flushed with the fact that what we are doing today.