Chapter 2: Breakfast.

"I'm thirsty..."

This body has just woken up and undergone strenuous activity - I clearly need water. Obviously, I can cure any ailment with merely a thought, but where's the fun in that?

I call for a maid. She'll bring me something.

The white double doors gently swing open and a pale-skinned blonde girl donned in an all-black outfit wheels a cart inside. A scrumptious meal awaits, but a pitcher and a glass catch my eye first.

"Here you are, my lord," Ellie says as she pours me a warm glass of water enhanced with a spritz of lime. I take a swig - it's refreshing. But... there's something else I want.

My eyes are unable to break free from Ellie's chest. Underneath the modest maid outfit are two huge "personalities" that struggle to contain themselves. I can't look away - if a gravitational field is powerful enough, even I might not be able to escape it!

I sit back on my bed, rest my palm on my chin, and admire the curves in front of me.

"Um..."

Ellie shyly twiddles her thumbs as she awaits another order. It's too cute!

I'm getting excited again... Is it already time for another round?

My eyes travel downwards. Her skirt is almost long enough to touch the ground. Only her black shoes and white socks expose themselves to the air.

Time to change that.

With no hands, I gradually lift Ellie's skirt. It wasn't an updraft but rather... a form of antigravity.

"Eh?"

Ellie's shocked, but once she meets my gaze, she understands. A hint of red appears on her cheeks as she continues fidgeting.

Slowly, slowly... her skirt lifts itself as if it were an umbrella unfolding. Her calves, her knees, and eventually her thighs glisten in the morning sun. Her legs are works of art - I release another satisfied sigh. Another rainstorm draws near.

"What color are you wearing?" I ask.

"Um, that's..."

Of course, I already know the answer. The answer is... no color at all! Underneath the umbrella, raindrops begin to fall.

Ellie's face flushes even redder when she realizes I've dematerialized all of her undergarments. She yelps in surprise and shuts her eyes; she quickly places both hands over herself in an attempt to hide.

I let her take her time. There's no rush.

A couple of seconds later, Ellie slowly opens her eyes and expectantly stares at me.

"Looks like you're ready."

"Y- yes, my lord."

"I'll start with something a little... different."

"Um, okay....???????????????"

Telekinetically, I slowly raise Ellie off the ground. She flails around when she realizes her footing's disappeared.

"Relax. You're safe with me."

"..."

Eventually, she simmers down and calmly hangs in the air.

"Ellie, I'm still thirsty."

"..."

I raise her a bit higher.

Hm... A little more... A couple more centimeters higher... And, perfect.

I walk underneath her. The pitter-pattering raindrops dance on my skin.

A white flower on a black canvas; the contrast is beautiful.

Ellie descends, spreads her legs, and straddles my head. She gently places her hands on my forehead. It's a seat just for her.

My tongue runs along her edges. I take my time to savor the outline. The raindrops grow heavier. The more my tongue races around the outside, the slicker the racetrack becomes. There's no grip now; everything's coated in black ice. It was time for the next step.

"Mmm..."

Ellie emits a cute moan when I briefly cease stimulating her.

"Ah!"

And she shudders when my tongue plunges inside.

Mmmph... I can't reach.

My movements are too clumsy, so I reshape myself.

My tongue thins and slims down as it extends further inside. Now, I'm more than dexterous enough.

Ellie's lower half tenses and pulses as I furiously whip around. I know where she itches, and there I scratch. A couple of seconds later, my tongue demolishes a dam. Pressure is released. Water bursts forth.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh...!"

Ellie moans insatiably as her grip tightens - a pure girl like her has never experienced pleasure this intense!

The warm, semi-sweet liquid runs down my face and down her legs.

I begin to drink.

I voraciously gulp her juices; it continuously soothes my throat.

I'm thirsty.

I need more.

My tongue flails more and more violently, and the faucet turns up higher and higher.

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I suck harder and harder; it flows faster and faster.

I'd been stranded in the desert for days; my life depends on these fluids!

The more I drink, the more rejuvenated my body becomes. I can feel spry life coursing through my veins.

Ellie pulses one final time as she empties herself, and I lick her once more for good measure.

She gently floats to the ground, and the waterlogged carpet squelches loudly. She's as red as a tomato. Her head frantically swivels around.

"What... How... All of that...?"

It's natural for her to be surprised. A physically impossible amount of liquid coats the ground, and I look like I've stepped out of the shower. But I'm a god; since when have I cared about what's "possible"?

I sit back on my bed and stare at her again.

Seriously... She's too cute.

Ellie shields her eyes in embarrassment as if she'd been caught in the act. I smile wryly - did she forget what we'd just done?

"Ellie."

"Eep!" she jumps like a startled rabbit.

"It's alright, come here."

I quickly calm her down and pat the bed, signaling her to sit next to me.

"Y- yes, my lord."

"Good girl."

I gently stroke her wavy blonde hair and she rests her head on my shoulder. I massage her, and all of her anxiety slowly seeps away.

But I wasn't done yet.

"Ellie."

"Mm, yes, my lord?"

"I'm still thirsty."

She slowly sits up straight and looks at me with smiling eyes and a flushed face. She understands what's coming.

"So, I need another drink."

"Yes, my lord!"

Ellie's blush deepens and her breath quickens. She's gotten incredibly hot; a hint of steam leaves her mouth every time she breathes out.

I gently lay her on her back and pin down both of her arms. Like this, a certain part of her becomes extremely apparent.

*... They're huge.*

I haven't even done anything, yet they're already the size of watermelons. It's time to release them from their cage. I place a hand on her chest, and the top half of her clothing explodes as the two large pudding cakes tantalizingly jiggle.

They're seriously too big. With a body like this... is she really a pure girl?

I take a quick peek at her memories.

A "freak in the sheets", I see. It's just an act.

I mischievously smile at the girl whose breathing has quickened yet again. Her two mountains rise and fall rapidly, and she tenderly smiles back.

The pudding cakes are too mouthwatering. I'm intrigued, so I give one a poke. A ripple runs through it like a pebble disrupting a clear pond.

I watch as it ripples nonstop.

"Mmmm??!"

Ellie's surprised again as her body experiences another physical impossibility.

"My lord... I- They're full-!"

The stimulation is too much to bear. Elixir of life begins to leak. I quickly press my mouth against the peak as to not waste a drop. I gently nip at the mountaintop, getting it to harden a bit more. Once her nerve endings realize there's a mouth to feed, the floodgates open.

"Mmmmph..."

Mm... elixir of life...

I suckle nonstop, and the panacean potion enters my being. It's not an overstatement. The milk is miraculous in its own way. Though I'm a god, I can't create true life. Just like this, I can only suckle on its possibility.

Ellie's juices had quenched my thirst, and her milk now satiates my hunger.

My mouth disconnects with a pop. I collapse next to her, body and mind fulfilled.

"My lord, that was..."

Ellie can't find the words to describe her experience. She'd surrendered herself to me, and I brought her immense pleasure. I'm a demon, after all.

I lie down for several more seconds allowing her and myself to catch our breaths. And once we do, I snap my fingers.

Everything returns to normal. The room is neat and tidy, and Ellie is clad in her clean black maid outfit. She wheels over the cart with food and water atop it. She pours me a glass of water and orange juice. She serves me fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and hearty eggs.

"Here you are, my lord."

I quickly consume my breakfast.

"How is it, my lord?"

"Delicious, Ellie. But not as delicious as you."

Ellie blushes one more time and bows deeply.

"Thank you, my lord."

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