บท 445: Warmth

Well, whoever said living a lonely and single life was good. I'd like to meet them, and punch them in the face.

It's been years since I last felt the warmth of a woman, and having finally been with a younger, 'vigorous' and slightly freaky woman made the taste of life return back to me.

The woman who suddenly turned from a meek mortal to an insatiable succubus filled every need I had and didn't even know I had in one night. Now she lays naked, covered with nothing but a robe, on top of my chest, slowly breathing in and out. As I could see her figure rising slowly on top of my chest.

Her hair smelled like jasmine, and the smell of sweat from the last night tainted the floury smell but in a good way.