Greg, who'd been enjoying tormenting his teacher with overwhelming pleasure was quickly reminded of who held true power between the two of them when after her third orgasm, the healer waved her hand towards him. Greg assumed that she was about to once again plead with him to stop. He, however, was quickly proved wrong as he felt a hand grip each of his four limbs. Turning his head, Greg saw four spectral hands lifting him up from between his teacher's legs. In short order, Greg found himself held down spread eagle on the bed. After collecting herself, the healer got up, and moving with feline grace, she positioned herself between his legs.
"It seems you enjoyed having your way with me," She said, her hand reaching forward and cupping his hard cock which was straining against his pants. While her tone remained carefully neutral, the gleam in her eyes betrayed that she was looking forward to turning the tables on him.
"I was only..." Greg didn't get that far in his latest attempt at charming the healer before a groan of unmitigated pleasure escaped him. Greg immediately knew something was up. The healer hadn't even pulled his dick out of his pants. All she'd done was gently massage the head of his cock through the fabric of his pants. And yet, the amount of pleasure from that simple motion was far past anything that could be reasonably expected from it. When Greg turned his gaze to the healer to find her studying him with a Cheshire cat smile, he knew that he was in for it. "What did you do?" He asked, not sure whether to be scared or excited.
"I seem to remember someone challenging me to see if they could last an hour?" The healer answered in a falsely innocent tone of voice. "I was just curious to see how confident they would be after I made a specific part of their body five times as sensitive compared to what it previously was," She added in a saccharin tone.
Greg didn't bother trying to pull against the spectral hands holding him in a spread eagle position. He knew perfectly well that unless his teacher willed it so, there would be no getting out of his spectral binds. Still, he wasn't willing to just throw in the towel that easily. Allowing the side of his lips to tip upward in a cocky half-smile, half-smirk, Greg answered her. "I only worry that you will tire long before the hour is over," he said in a taunting tone. What the healer had done was a diabolical move that with most others, would probably ensure that she was the victor of this lewd little competition between them. The reason for Greg's confidence, however, stemmed from a fundamental misunderstanding on the part of the healer. She must have been thinking that Greg was bragging that he could hold off on cumming for an hour or longer. In reality, as an acolyte of lust, it didn't matter how many times Greg came, so long as he didn't want to go soft, then he wouldn't go soft. The healer would have her work cut out for her.
Greg grit his teeth and summoned all of his willpower to keep from cumming. He might not be in any danger of going soft, but cumming from just having his pants removed would have been a kind of defeat in itself. Greg couldn't help the rapidly dawning realization he might have underestimated just how sensitive he currently was. Luckily for him, the sensation of his pants rubbing against the head of his cock quickly passed and his now free nine-inch cock sprang up to full mast in all its unabashed glory. The spectral hands brought his legs together to allow his teacher to fully take off his pants. Despite still firmly holding on to him, the ghostly hands didn't impede his teacher in any way. The cloth just moved through them as if they weren't there. With the pants out of the way and her prize now completely unobstructed, the healer leaned forward, a triumphant smile on her lips.
Even just the warm air she exhaled over the head of his cock had Greg curling his toes as he fought the urge to cum. Choosing to draw out the torture, the healer didn't immediately attack what was now his greatest weakness. Instead, Greg felt her warm tongue slowly trace its way across his balls before sucking one of them into her mouth. Alternating between one and the other, she gave his balls an oral massage that he wasn't likely to forget any time soon. Despite having turned the head of his cock into what was essentially an orgasm button, the healer was still taking the time to drive him to wards the precipice. Eventually, the healer moved on from his balls and started to lick her way up to the head of his cock at a torturously slow pace. By the time she was midway up, Greg was almost going crazy from both need and anticipation. When the healer's warm, wet mouth finally engulfed the head of his cock, Greg's brain short circuited.
Even if he'd had twice the willpower he presently had, there would have been no stopping the orgasm that slammed into him like a wave against the shore. Not that Greg tried to stop it. Instead, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a sensation of pleasure like he'd never felt before washed over him. It was like a vortex of pleasure had opened up at the core of his being and was sucking everything in. For a moment, even he ceased to exist and all that was left was the pleasure. It helped that the one accosting him was a healer as Greg was certain his heart was about to give out. And just like he had done with her, the healer showed him no mercy, keeping her warm mouth wrapped around the head of his dick even at kept on blasting shot after shot of jizz against the back of her mouth.
When Greg's mind finally managed to claw its way back from the oblivion of pleasure, he was certain that a minute or two had passed by. The healer, who had detached from his member allowing him some reprieve, was looking at his still hard dick with some surprise. Greg could understand. After the kind of orgasm that he'd just been subjected to, even he was surprised that he had managed to keep his dick hard despite it. Still, just because it was a surprise to him, didn't mean that he wouldn't make use of it to taunt his teacher. "I wouldn't think any less of you if you chose to give in," Greg spoke with a smirk pasted on his lips.
This, as it turns out, was not the way to get her to give in, as she just narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, we are just getting started." She answered him with the tone of one who didn't plan on losing.
In the following hour, Greg learned why you never challenged a healer in matters pertaining to the body. As it turns out, five times sensitivity wasn't the healer's limit. Somehow, his teacher forced his mind to experienced the increased pleasure without allowing it to crossover into uncomfortable overstimulation. Greg would never have thought himself capable of cumming ten times in ten minutes. But with a healer as adept as his teacher, even something like the refractory period was optional. Barely allowed to catch his breath between orgasms, Greg was forced to crest one peak of pleasure after the other. Greg was certain that under any other circumstances, he would have almost certainly passed out, but with his teacher, he wouldn't get such an easy out. Instead, he remained conscious and aware all through.
At some point, the healer turned her body around and planted her pussy directly on his mouth, even as she continued to suck on him, determined to see him go soft before the hour was up. Greg, who suddenly discovered that his hands had, at some point, been let go from the hold of the spectral hands, immediately wrapped them around her waist like it was a lifeline within the overwhelming storm of pleasure that he was weathering. With the last shred of his fast-fraying rationality, Greg chose to give the healer a taste of her own medicine as he pulled the SENSUAL TOUCH bangle from his storage ring and pulled it on to his hand. By the way her body stiffened, the healer immediately felt the difference. Not that Greg had enough rationality in his mind to do anything about this other than notice and smile at this small triumph.
The two of them sunk into an endless loop of pleasure that was without break, intermission or reprieve of any kind. With Greg eating out the healer like his very life depended on it, and the healer going down on him with the determination of one who wouldn't accept defeat. Time turned into a nebulous concept in both their minds as they simply drifted from one orgasm to the other. How much of his seed had gone down the healer's throat and how much of her love juice had gone down his, neither could tell. All higher faculties in their brains had shut down and all that was left was the determination not to stop before the other did and an endless sea of pleasure...
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When Greg came to, he found himself still on his back with the healer on top of him. Her pussy was still on his mouth and Greg could feel her clit caught between his lips. Had he been unconsciously sucking on it like some sort of lewd pacifier? Greg couldn't help but wonder even as his tongue idly flicked across it. From her lack of motion at the new sensation, Greg surmised that he wasn't the only one that had passed out from overstimulation. He could feel his cock still inside his teacher's mouth, and from the way she occasionally sucked on it, it seemed that he wasn't the only one that had gotten a 'pacifier'. Greg couldn't help but notice that he'd gone soft at some point. Given that his brain had quickly turned to mush from the onslaught of pleasure, he had no way of telling whether he'd lasted the promised hour or not. And with no way of telling how long they'd been passed out, it seems that no victor was to emerge from their little challenge.
Unable to help himself, Greg planted one last long kiss on his teacher's pussy before rolling to the side to get her off him. At no point since his reincarnation had Greg so sorely lamented the lack of cameras in this world than when he sat up on the bed. He'd felt the slickness between his legs, but it wasn't until he saw his teacher's covered face and matted hair that he realized just how much he'd cum. The Acolyte of lust didn't just come with an undying boner. If he remembered right, Olivia had said that even his seed would be endless until he wished otherwise. Closing his eyes briefly, Greg checked his mana levels to confirm a suspicion. And sure enough, his mana was much lower than where it should have been given that he hadn't been casting spells. The cum didn't come from the ether. Through a process he couldn't understand, his mana was somehow being converted into his seminal fluid.
Committing the image to memory for want of a camera, Greg smiled and moved to the jacuzzi-like pool where he could wash off the thick scent of sex that clung to him. Greg once asked the healer how it was the water in the pool was always so pristine. The answer was a simple mix of a cleansing formation and a core from a water elemental that she used to replace the water in the pool every week or so. With no soap, it was just rinsing himself off, but in the end, majority of the smell was dispelled, along with any discharges that might have clung to him. Buying a new set of pants and a light linen tunic from the Magic shop, Greg got dressed and made his way to the teleportation room. Whether she was truly asleep or just didn't want to face him in the current state that she was in, Greg didn't know, but his teacher didn't stir in all the time that he'd been cleaning himself. Acknowledging that perhaps they might have gotten a bit carried away in their little game, Greg wasn't willing to press the issue and just silently made his exit.
