Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

”You’re staring,” she said, snapping him out of his reverie.

”I am,” Lancet replied, half-blushing.

”Is that also normal?”

”More than normal. It’s important. It means that I like what I see.”

Espel blushed a little, but this time, she didn’t question him on it.

He realized that she had not worn a bra. Either her breasts were incredibly perky—which they were—or her tunic had one perfectly sewn into it.

Espel’s arms came up instinctively, crossing over her chest.

”Don’t,” Lancet said softly.

”I feel exposed.”

”That’s the point.”

She held his gaze for a long moment, then slowly lowered her arms. Her hands rested on her thighs, fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt.

Lancet could see her nipples now. Beautiful pink lights, calling his lips to touch them. He gulped, controlling himself.

This was about teaching her.

”Good,” he said. ”Now lie back.”

She did, her body rigid on the white sheets, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Lancet climbed onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow.

Looking into her cyan eyes, he saw her expression. She was clearly very guarded and her mind had wandered elsewhere.

”I could stop,” Lancet said. ”We pretty much don’t have to do this.”

Espel frowned. ”Why would I want to stop?”

”Well for one,” Lancet bit his lip. ”You’re still thinking too much.”

”How else am I supposed to process this?”

”Feel it instead.” He traced a finger down her sternum, between her breasts, over her stomach. She shivered — a full-body tremor that surprised them both. ”That’s a start.”

He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Espel’s breath caught sharply. Her hands flew up, one grasping at the sheets, the other landing on the back of his head. She wasn’t pushing him, but she was pulling either. She just held him there, frozen in indecision.

He licked her gently at first, circling the tight bud with his tongue, feeling it harden further against the warmth of his mouth. When he sucked lightly, she made a sound, something between a gasp and a question.

Instantly, her hand covered her mouth.

”What was that?” she asked, her voice strained.

Lancet looked up at her, a little amused. ”That was you responding to stimulation.”

”I know what it was. I mean... is it supposed to feel like that?”

”Like what?”

”Like... a spark. Lightning. Going from my chest down to my...” She trailed off, her face reddening.

”To your pussy?”

Espel’s eyes went wide. ”You can’t just say that.”

”I just did.” He smiled against her skin. ”Say it.”

”No.”

”Say it, Senior Espel.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. ”To my... pussy.”

”Good girl.”

Espel’s face turned all red and pretty. She was shyer than she had ever been, and she couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Lancet—ruthless as he was—didn’t even give her a chance to get herself together.

He took her nipple back into his mouth and she gasped again, her hips shifting restlessly against the bed. He worked his way across her chest, giving equal attention to both breasts, until she was squirming beneath him, her composure cracking at the edges.

”Lancet—”

”Mm?”

”This is... very intense.”

”That’s the idea.”

He kissed down her stomach, trailing his lips over her ribs, her navel, the sharp jut of her hipbone. When he reached the waistband of her skirt, he looked up at her.

”Lift your hips.”

She did, and he slid the skirt down her legs, followed by her underwear. She lay bare before him, pale and pristine against the white sheets, her legs pressed together, her hands gripping the fabric at her sides.

Lancet settled between her thighs. ”Could you open your legs?”

Espel’s eyes widened a little, then, covering her face with her hand, she shyly looked away. Then slowly, reluctantly, she let her knees fall apart.

Her womanhood was perfect. It was neatly trimmed, pink and glistening, already wet despite her clinical detachment. Lancet felt his cock harden painfully in his pants at the sight of her.

”You’re really wet,” he observed.

Espel let out a quiet gasp. ”Is that bad?”

”It’s very good. It means your body wants this. Maybe this isn’t just about understanding sex after all.”

Espel looked away from his proud smile, her cheeks burning with nervousness and guilt. Lancet enjoyed that look on her face, in fact, he enjoyed this side of her very much.

No more talk about good and evil, life and death, joy and pain. Now, it was all about desire, satisfaction and relief.

He lowered his head and licked her.

Espel’s entire body seized. Her hands flew to his thick blonde hair, gripping hard, and a sound escaped her throat that was raw and completely involuntary, nothing like her measured, controlled voice.

”What—” she gasped. ”What are you—”

”Shh. Just feel it.”

He licked her again, long and slow, from the bottom of her slit to the top, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.

”Oh by the Elders,” her voice left her shakily. Just as shaky as her legs.

For Lancet, this was pretty much novel to him too. He’d never gone down on a woman before and felt pretty lucky that his first attempt was with an inexperienced one.

He was no sex god but he at least knew what he was doing. Even better, the taste of Espel’s womanhood was so enthralling that he found himself licking and licking, going deeper with nothing to guide him but his hunger.

She tasted clean and faintly sweet, like a vintage fruit drink he could only remember from a distant memory. And the way she responded — trembling, gasping, her hips twitching against his mouth, it made him want to devour her.

”There’s something,” she said, her voice high and strained. ”There’s something building—”

”Good. Let it.”

”But I don’t know what it is—”

”Trust it.”

He pressed his mouth to her clit and sucked gently, rhythmically, and Espel let out a sharp, broken cry that cut through the quiet room. Her legs clamped around his head, her hands fisting in his hair, and he felt her body tighten and release, tighten and release, a wave of sensation crashing through her that she had no name for.

When he pulled back, her chest was heaving, her face flushed, her eyes wide and dazed.

”Lancet?” she gasped, breathing like an engine. ”What... was that?”

Lancet laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ”That... was an orgasm.”