How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

[WARNING (R-18) CONTENT COMING UP]

[READER AGE DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!]

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"Riley… p-please, be gentle. They aren't going away, so—"

"Hnngh!!!??"

Before she could finish her sentence, all Alice saw was a blur of golden silk as Riley's head dipped forward—

And then, heat.

A wet, searing heat engulfed her stiffened nipple, sending an electric jolt straight through her body.

"Mnngh! AH!"

Her back arched instinctively, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips as Riley's mouth latched onto her sensitive peak, sucking gently, then harder, his tongue swirling around it in slow, teasing circles.

His teeth grazed the delicate bud, nibbling her nipples, just enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her tremble beneath him.

As his mouth worked skillfully over one, his hand paid equal attention to the other, rolling and pressing against the untouched peak, ensuring no part of her was neglected.

Every touch, every flick of his tongue, every gentle squeeze sent her deeper into a haze of overwhelming sensation.

Pleasure surged through her, too intense to fight against.

Alice wanted to take control—to at least regain some composure, to stop herself from reacting so shamelessly.

But it was already far too late for such useless thoughts.

The predator before her was already feasting, savoring her, drowning her in sensations she wasn't prepared for.

"Ahnngh!"

"Mmph!"

Moans spilled freely from her lips, breathless and needy, her body betraying her completely.

The realization only made her blush deeper.

She was two years older than Riley.

And yet, here she was—being led on, teased, and unraveled so easily, so naturally, as if she had no control at all.

It was shameful.

Embarrassing.

But even worse than that—

It felt too good to stop.

A small part of her wanted to ask—how was Riley so good at this?

How did he know exactly where to touch, how to tease, how to make her body react like this?

But deep down, she felt like she already knew the answer.

It wasn't just that Riley was skilled.

It was that she was too sensitive, too inexperienced, too innocent when it came to all of this.

And that realization made her shiver.

Because if just this much could leave her breathless, shaking, and moaning beneath him—

She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"Ahhngh!"

Alice's body burned hotter with every kiss, every flick of Riley's tongue against her skin.

Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the soft sound of his lips smacking as he moved from one breast to the other sending an unexpected thrill through her.

'I can't produce milk yet...'

The way he sucked so eagerly, so hungrily—he looked like a desperate child, as if he were searching for something that wasn't there.

And yet, for some reason…

Alice liked it.

She liked watching him lose himself like this, liked the way he lavished attention on her without restraint.

It was strange, almost embarrassing, but the sight of him, mouth latched onto her breast, eyes burning with desire, made something deep inside her stir.

Her fingers instinctively threaded through his golden locks, rubbing the back of his head in slow, soothing strokes, silently telling him he could do whatever he wanted.

And he did.

Riley's intensity grew, his lips marking every inch of her chest, making sure no spot was left untouched.

His mouth moved hungrily, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin, each one firmer, more possessive than the last.

Then—he bit down.

"Ah!"

A sharp gasp escaped her as his teeth sank gently into her flesh, leaving faint imprints of his claim.

He didn't bite hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her shudder, enough to make her feel like he was branding her as his own.

"Riley…"

Her voice came out in a muffled whimper, breathy and weak from the pleasure.

He stilled.

Lifting his head, Riley looked at her, surprised by the expression she was making.

She was panting, her lips parted as if she were struggling to breathe.

Her flushed face glowed with heat, beads of sweat forming at her temples.

Even her breath, heavy and uneven, seemed different—

Steam...

Small puffs of warmth escaped from her lips, dissolving into the air between them.

Alice, clearly flustered, turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

Then, softly, she spoke—

"Y-Your leg…"

Riley blinked, momentarily confused.

Then, realization hit.

His right leg had instinctively pressed between her thighs, resting against her slit.

A faint dampness met his leg, accompanied by the small, involuntary twitches of her body.

Whether it was her whole body trembling with each muffled breath or just the unconscious response of her instincts, Riley wasn't sure.

But one thing was certain—she was enjoying every second of it.

Slowly, he moved, his hands gliding along her soft, plump thighs.

His fingers traced teasing circles over her flushed skin before gently parting them.

The lower section of the white dress she wore draped down in delicate folds, framing the sight before him—her soaked slimy black panties clinging to her, the fabric glistening under the dim light.

Alice didn't resist Riley's action.

Instead, she let her legs fall open, spread so openly wide for him, her dazed eyes locked onto Riley's expression as if waiting for his next move.

He exhaled, drinking in the moment, then reached down, fingers hooking beneath the damp fabric.

With deliberate slowness, he slid her panties to the side before carefully peeling them away completely.

"Pervert…" Alice murmured, her voice thick with heat and embarrassment.

Riley chuckled, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"I think you're the perverted one here, Alice…"

Looking at it clearly.

Riley's breath hitched as Alice's glistening; wet Vagina came fully into view.

The soft pink folds, slightly parted, glistened with her arousal, a clear invitation only made more tempting by the way she willingly spread her legs for him.

The sight alone sent a deep, primal thrill through him—she looked as if she were silently begging him to take her, to fill her, to make her his.

A woman ready, eager, and undeniably breedable.

"Alice… can I touch it?"

Alice shot him a slightly annoyed look, her flushed cheeks betraying her embarrassment.

"Why are you even asking that now…?" she muttered, but her voice was breathless, needy.

And still, she gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod.

That was all the permission he needed.

Riley's hands moved forward, fingers grazing the slick heat between her thighs.

A shiver ran through Alice's body at the first contact, and then—slowly, carefully—he slid a single finger inside.

"Ah~ Nngh~!!!"

Alice's body tensed, her thighs trembling as she instinctively tried to stifle her voice, but the pleasure was too intense.

No matter how hard she bit her lip, her muffled moans spilled out, breaking the heavy silence between them.

Riley smirked, curling his finger as he carefully explored her inner walls.

Every motion was slow, deliberate—he didn't just move blindly; he studied every reaction, every twitch of her body, every sharp gasp and strangled whimper.

He made sure each movement of his hand gave her the most pleasure possible.

Her walls clenched around his finger, wetness pooling at his touch, making it easy for him to press deeper.

It didn't take him long to find her sweet spot—his fingers teasing and rubbing against it, coaxing even louder moans from her lips.

Alice arched her back, her head tilting upward as she clenched the sheets beneath her.

She knew it—she was being way too perverse right now.

But what could she do?

It just felt too good~!!!

Riley's fingers moved faster, his pace steadily increasing as he felt Alice's body tense beneath him.

She was getting close—so close.

"Haa… haa~"

Her moans came in breathy, desperate gasps, her voice growing wetter, smoother, more unrestrained.

"W-Wait—ah! Ah! Ahhn!!!"

But there was no stopping now.

The pleasure surged through her, unstoppable, overwhelming, sending her deeper into a nirvana-like state.

Riley's touch was like magic, guiding her body in perfect rhythm with his every move.

She couldn't resist it—no, she didn't even want to.

Her body followed instinctively, hips rolling in sync with each stroke of his fingers, each delicious curl and press inside her.

And then—

"Hnnngh!"

Her whole body shuddered violently as he pressed firmly against her clit, his fingers circling it with just the right amount of pressure.

Sparks of pleasure shot through her, her senses consumed by the intoxicating mix of stimulation—deep, steady strokes inside her and the electrifying touch on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

She could feel it—the tight coil in her lower belly winding tighter, the burning heat of pleasure rising higher and higher, threatening to snap.

It was too much.

She had never felt anything like this before, never reached this level of ecstasy.

Tears welled in her eyes—not from pain, but from sheer, unbearable pleasure.

How perverted did she look right now?

Was she completely lost in this?

She could only imagine what Riley was thinking—was he as turned on watching her as she was feeling this?

That thought alone sent another wave of heat through her.

She didn't care anymore.

She didn't want to hold back.

She wanted to let go—fully, completely.

And so, she did.

"Ah~! Ahnggghhhh!!!!"

Alice's loudest moan tore through the air, her voice trembling as her body surrendered completely.

The wet, lewd squelching of her slit filled the room, an unmistakable sound of raw pleasure.

Then, in a sudden gush, warmth spilled from her core—a shuddering release, her slick fluids rushing out in waves, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Her whole body spasmed, her chest rising and falling in desperate, shaky breaths as aftershocks of pleasure wracked her.

It was too much.

Her muscles quivered, her vision blurred, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out.

Every inch of her body—her trembling thighs, her tingling fingertips, her fluttering abdomen—was utterly overwhelmed by pleasure.

She wanted to hide, to curl up and escape the sheer intensity of it all.

But hiding was useless.

Through her half-lidded, dazed eyes, she caught glimpses of Riley—his fingers still trailing lightly over her drenched, sensitive slit, teasing her overstimulated flesh.

Even the slightest touch made her body jolt in response.

"….Haah…! Haah…!"

Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, her mind still spinning in the aftermath.

And then—she felt something warm.

Something pressing lightly against her violated pussy.

Her eyes fluttered open, and through the haze of pleasure, she saw it.

Riley's bare body loomed over her, his skin heated, his presence undeniably dominant.

The realization hit her all at once—when had he taken off all his clothes?

How had she not noticed?

Her mind struggled to process it, but the pleasure had clouded her thoughts, leaving her in a helpless, dazed state.

All logic, all reasoning had been stripped away, leaving only instinct.

And instinct told her one thing—

The pleasure wasn't about to end yet.

Alice couldn't see it, but she could feel it—the hard, burning rod pressing and teasing her lower abdomen with every slow, deliberate thrust Riley gave.

It was fiery hot, long, thick… and ready.

Ready to claim her at a moment's notice.

Her breath hitched as her body trembled beneath him.

She looked up, locking eyes with Riley one last time as he leaned over her, his body slowly covering hers, their faces mere inches apart.

His gaze was heavy, filled with heat, with desire.

And then—

Without warning, Riley's rigid dragon pushed past her entrance, stretching her hole in one smooth, relentless motion.

"Ahnnnghhh!!!???"

Alice's mind blanked.

The sensation was overwhelming—her walls clenched around him as he filled her completely, pushing deep into her slick, sensitive core.

The sudden intrusion sent a sharp mix of pleasure and pressure through her, making her toes curl, her body instinctively arching beneath him.

A flood of her juices spilled out, coating his Penis, making every movement easier—hot, messy, intoxicating.

At first, there was a slight, unfamiliar ache, but as Riley began to move, the pain melted away, replaced by something far more intense.

Pure, unfathomable pleasure.

A pleasure she hadn't thought possible after the overwhelming high she had just reached with his fingers.

But this—this was different. Deeper.

His thick, heated dick reached places inside her she hadn't known existed, brushing against every sensitive spot within her.

And when he thrust deeper, pressing firmly against the entrance of her womb, it descended even more.

Alice instinctively knew—her body wanted this.

She wanted to be filled.

Filled with his love, his warmth—his seed.

"Ahhngh~!"

"Hnnngh~!"

"Mmmngh~!"

All thoughts, all worries, all reason had long since faded away.

Her world had shrunk down to this moment—Riley's body moving in perfect rhythm with hers, their breaths mingling, their heat merging.

Every thrust, every press, every deep, deliberate stroke sent her higher and higher, her body syncing instinctively with his.

She couldn't think anymore.

All she could do—

Was moan.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Riley continued, completely lost in the intoxicating sight before him.

The way Alice writhed beneath him, her flushed skin glistening with sweat, her lips parted in breathless moans—it was almost too much to handle.

The pleasure was overwhelming for him too, but he held on, barely.

The first time he entered her, he had nearly lost control right then and there.

Though Alice's warmth welcomed him in smoothly, she was just too tight, too hot, too unbearably good.

Even with all the strength he had, it felt like her slit was going to crush him from the inside.

Her inner walls clamped down around him with a vice-like grip, sucking him in with each stroke, milking him as if her body refused to let him go.

The way she squeezed around him made every thrust deeper, every movement more intoxicating.

It was as if her body had been made for this—made to take him in, to envelop him completely.

Riley gritted his teeth, trying his best to pull back so he could give her the deepest, most satisfying thrusts possible.

But it wasn't easy—Alice's body resisted, clinging to him, refusing to let him withdraw too far.

But he wouldn't be stopped.

Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on her soft, trembling thighs and did exactly what he wanted, His waist reached out before—slamming himself back inside her with full force.

"Ahhnngh!!!"

Alice's moans rang out, louder than before, her body arching as she took every inch of him.

Her fingers digging into the sheets, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as if begging him to go deeper, harder.

Even as his body demanded more, even as his instincts screamed at him to lose himself completely, Riley remained aware—this was Alice's first time.

So, despite the intensity, despite the maddening pleasure threatening to consume him, he made sure to be as gentle as he could.

He would take her, claim her—but he would do it while cherishing every single moment.

Their intense moment stretched on, their bodies moving in sync as they shifted positions, seeking out even greater heights of pleasure.

"Haa~!"

"Ah~!"

"Angh!"

Riley took her from behind, gripping Alice's soft, bouncing breasts in one hand while the other anchored at her waist holding her firmly in place.

With each deep, relentless thrust, her body sank further into the sheets, her pink hair bouncing wildly in rhythm with their movements.

She gasped, moaned, whimpered—each sound driving Riley further into his primal desire to claim her completely.

She was slowly making him go crazy over her.

They changed positions again, and again, their connection never breaking, never faltering.

Every shift, every movement only pulled them deeper into each other, until finally, they were face to face once more.

Their gazes locked.

"Ah!"

"Ah!

"Ahngh~!"

Neither of them needed to say it.

They could feel it.

The pressure building. The intoxicating pull of their climax rushing toward them.

It was inevitable.

Riley's thrusts quickened; his breathing ragged.

Alice clung to him, her body trembling, completely lost in pleasure.

They both knew where this was heading.

Riley gritted his teeth, trying—failing—to hold back.

He wanted to pull away, to spill himself outside, but Alice's body had other plans.

Her walls clenched around him, impossibly tight, as if refusing to let him go.

Alice's nails dug into his back, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, holding him in place.

And then—

"Ahnnnn~!!!"

A shared cry of ecstasy filled the room as Riley finally gave in.

His release came in thick, hot waves, surging deep inside her, his seeds filling her to the brim.

Alice gasped, feeling every pulse, every drop pouring into her, coating her inner walls completely.

Her body trembled, shuddering in satisfaction as warmth spread through her core, her vagina instinctively milking him for every last bit.

Even as Riley's climax reached its peak, his body refused to stop.

Small, slow thrusts followed, as if his body wasn't ready to part from hers just yet.

With each subtle movement, more of his seed spilled into her, the thick warmth filling every inch of her deepest parts.

And yet, despite how much he had given her, a small trickle of it leaked from her slit, slipping down between her thighs.

Alice felt it.

The wetness.

The heat.

The undeniable evidence of what they had done.

She knew the weight of this moment—the possibility of what it could mean.

And yet, as her fingers traced over the slight swell of her lower abdomen, she felt no fear.

Only… disappointment.

Disappointed that even a single drop of his semen had escaped.

Her arms wrapped around Riley, pulling him closer as their gazes met.

His expression was tender, his breathing still uneven, his skin burning against hers.

And then, without a word, their lips found each other once more.

A slow, lingering kiss—deep, affectionate, filled with something beyond lust.

"I love you, Riley…" Alice whispered softly, her voice laced with exhaustion and warmth.

Riley exhaled, his lips brushing against hers.

"I love you too, Alice."

Their bodies remained entwined, neither willing to let go just yet.

The heat of their passion may have faded, but the connection between them remained—strong, unbreakable.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

All that remained was the sound of their heavy breathing, the warmth of their tangled bodies, and the undeniable reality of what they had just done.

Filled. Marked. Claimed.

The love they made was the official start of their newly formed bond.

And neither of them regretted a single second of it.