God Of Crafting

If anyone ever asked me if I could hold myself back when a cute, homey girl were to get down on her knees, stretch her pants to flex her butt at me before pulling her pants halfway down her ass to show how ready she was to accept me…

Then the answer would be no, regardless of at what point in my life I were to be asked this.

But just like with many other things, one finds out weird things about themselves only when they find themselves in situations they never thought they would be.

Still…

"Damn…" Gulping my saliva down, I attempted to tear my eyes away from Claire's exposed curves, only to tragically fail at the task.

In my thoughts, I was already tearing those pajama pants off her before taking her ass without holding anything back. In another scenario, I left those cute, fluffy pants still hanging on her legs while riding her moist, perfectly ready bottom lips, enjoying just how cute she was in her pajamas.

In reality, however…

In the reality of the moment, I gulped my saliva down again before slowly stepping closer. As I stopped just above the girl, watching how she pushed her chest down while propping her ass just a bit higher to make it even easier for me to take her…

I sighed out, reached down, grabbed the edge of Claire's pants, and then pulled them up, covering her ass with the cloth while I exhausted most of my mental strength not to look.

"As much as I want to fuck you right here and now…" I admitted, only to then shake my head right as Claire turned her head to give me an over-the-shoulder look of surprise.

"Haaah…" I heaved a hard sigh, only to lean over Claire, wrap my arms around her waist, and—before she could react—pull both of us to the back, effectively lifting her from all fours and then dropping her ass down on my lap right as I sat down on the floor.

"You are too precious for me to risk doing you any harm while I have yet to fully learn how to control my strength… And all the more with how I can't tell what effects my cultivation might have on you."

Hiding my face in the corner between Claire's neck and her shoulder, I tightened my hold over her waist as I hugged myself into her back.

"A few moments of intense pleasure just isn't worth the risk of causing you pain or worse."

At first, I expected Claire to reply in one way or another, either by accepting my reasons or by refusing to do so. To a degree, I even expected her to grind her ass down on my crotch in a bid to spark my excitement to the point where I could no longer hold myself back.

Yet, as the silence prolonged, I opened my eyes and raised them a bit, only to see Claire staring wide-eyed at her hand, currently coated with a thin layer of… something.

'Don't tell me it's a fucking lube…'

Knowing full well just how excited I was—a fact Claire likely didn't miss, given how my erection was poking right against her soft butt—the possibility of my cultivation moisturizing Claire's entire body just to make her all the more ready for procreation…

It was as weird as it was random and deviously practical.

"No, it's not lube," reading into my thoughts with an ease only a woman or an empath could attain, Claire giggled a little… only to bring her hand up to her mouth and—without even a hint of hesitation or doubt—put its side into her mouth before biting down with enough strength I could see the strain from just how much her cheeks tensed up.

She bit down… but her teeth failed to touch her skin, as the layer of something that surrounded them collided with the layer of the very same thing that coated her hand.

"Is it…?"

"It seems to be a barrier of some sort," Claire muttered, answering my question as she pulled her hand away from her mouth. She then turned her head to the side, just enough for her eyes to reach my face… and then smiled. "Could it be…"

Claire used the very same hand she just tried to bite on to reach up and then place it down on my cheek, tracing her fingers down my jaw as her smile grew brighter and warmer with each passing second.

"Could this barrier also be the expression of your emotions? Your desire to protect me, to be precise?"

Her voice… while already akin to the song of the greatest minstrels among the birds, now grew even warmer, even more soothing, to the point it felt like some sort of salve capable of not only helping me relax, but actively soothing whatever mental strain burdened me, if not outright acting like some sort of a healing spell capable of undoing physical injury.

"Is it just me, or is your face melting down a bit?" Stunned by the sight that went above and beyond her already world-breaking cuteness, which was then only amplified by the special place she held in my heart, I…

I forgot the tongue in my mouth, unable to produce anything smarter than the babble I'd just voiced out.

"It's not just my face, dear," Claire poured her sweet voice right into my face, only to lean in and bring her lips to my face as she dropped a slight, surface kiss atop my lips. "To know that you care so much for me…!"

Once again, Claire's face tensed, only for her hands to both move to her chest, turn into fists, and then press hard against her tits.

"AARGH!" she suddenly groaned, closing her fists so hard I could see the white of her knuckles show up underneath her delicate skin. "Just how can you be so damn…"

Just like me whenever I allowed myself to be swept up in her cuteness, Claire currently struggled to even properly voice how she felt.

The best part about it, however, was that through our bond, especially with how close we were right now… I could feel it.

Her unrestrained desire to just lock me up in a place where only she would have access to. A place where she could just… be with me until the end of days. The desire to fill my life with nothing but happiness and pleasure, sourcing her own fulfillment from making me smile throughout.

Feeling all of this, feeling how her body all tensed up as she attempted to hold those feelings back…

I smiled.

Because I more than just knew this sort of feeling, as I routinely went through it whenever I happened to fall asleep before her, only to then spend hours staring at her peaceful face, enjoying every tiniest detail of how her face changed with every breath she took through her sleep.

- Touch me -

Claire opened up her mouth… But before she could even voice her desire out, I already slid my hands underneath the upper part of her pajamas, caressing the skin of her stomach as I drove my hands up, slowly inching closer and closer to her bosom.

- More -

Following her desires, I pushed my hands a bit higher, finally grasping her breasts with my fingers, only to then claw them down, sinking their tips into the soft skin of Claire's curves.

"I don't mind getting all touchy, but we really shouldn't…"

"Your protectiveness is already shielding me, isn't it?" Claire moved one of her hands to pin my palm down against her breast while using the other to reach out for my cheek again. "And am I not your dual cultivation partner?" she asked with a bright, warm smile, only to remove her hand and then bring it down… only to grab at my right arm and pull it down, sliding it down her stomach all the way to the point where my fingers hooked against the edge of her pajama pants.

"I mean…" I still wasn't sure about it. The risk was just too great!

'But, on the other hand…' I gulped my saliva down as Claire continued to push my hand down, all the way to the point where my fingers reached her crotch.

At that point, my instincts already started to take over, leading my middle finger to rub over Claire's clit on its way down to where it finally sank inside her moist, twitchy entrance.

Refusing to let me outdo her, Claire relaxed her hold over my wrist only to pull her knees apart right as she snuck her hand back underneath my robes, grasping at my erection she could feel poking against her butt all along.

'If not when I'm at a higher stage than she is… When is Claire to actually benefit from our dual cultivation?'

Sure, by screwing around with each other, we could easily reinforce and refill our spirituality while not only maintaining but also building upon the bond we already had.

In its essence, however, dual cultivation was a technique aiming to equalize, to let the cultivators of higher stage share their excessive spirituality with those of lower rank. That's exactly what happened when we first did the deed, all the way back in the herbal hot tub at Claire's place, when she shared both her body and her cultivation with me, allowing me to jump several ranks of cultivation at once.

"Fuck, the more I think about it, the more we play around," I muttered, closing my eyes to deal with the pleasure of having Claire's soft, small hand gently stroke me while I continued to rub her insides with my fingers…

"You don't need to say it," Claire whispered, only to then release a long, sweet moan as her body tensed up, only to then fall limp right back into my lap, all the while her insides suddenly clamped down on my finger and refused to let it go.

For a moment, we just remained like that, both enjoying her orgasm in our own right… only for her to suddenly rise up, turn around, and then sit back down on my lap in the one position I was already conditioned to be unable to resist.

"If you are that worried about hurting me, then it shouldn't be a problem if I will be the one in control, right?" Claire smiled, only to then lean in for a kiss and cover my mouth with her sweet, soft lips.

For the next while, the world just… disappeared.

Obviously, the world was still there. For me, however, as I immersed myself in the sweet taste of her saliva and the warmth of her playful tongue, the world around us dropped so far down on the list of importance, it could very well just cease to exist.

"Pu-haa…" Pulling back, Claire took a deep breath, her eyes brimming with lust as she locked right back down.

Before she could go back to making out with me, however, I reached my limit… and then shot straight past it.

"Okay, fuck it," I muttered, reaching down and grabbing at her pajama pants, only to rip them in two, having no patience to make her stand up and just pull her pants down.

Reading my intention, Claire finally undid the complex knot of my belt before pushing the cloth of my robes out of the way. Then, she took careful aim before slowly lowering her hips all the way to the point where the tip of my erection brushed against her bottom lips, only to then lock in place as she lowered herself just a little bit more.

"Tim… Just so you know in advance…" Ready to begin, Claire looked up and stared right into my eyes, her face full of palpable tension and overwhelming desire. "If we end up moving around and switching positions…"

She reached out with both of her hands, catching my head between her palms before gracing me with the sweetest, brightest smile of them all.

"No matter how worried you are about me, I don't want you to stop."