My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Asher didn't turn around again.

He kept his eyes fixed on the horizon ahead, even though everything inside him wanted to look back—just one more time.

But he knew if he saw her face now… he might not be able to leave her be.

Saying goodbye. Staying focused. Walking away from something he wanted so badly but couldn't get—not yet.

He clenched his fists quietly

The wind pressed against his back as he prepared to fly again, ready to keep his word and leave her alone.

But just as his body moved forward, something tugged gently at his robe.

He stopped.

The fabric stretched lightly, not forceful—just enough to let him know she was pulling it.

He turned around.

Mirelyn hovered a few steps behind, her head lowered. Her fingers clutched the tip of his robe, but her grip trembled like she hadn't decided if she should hold on or let go.

Her face was flushed red. Not just her cheeks, but all the way to her ears. Her lips parted slightly like she had something to say, but nothing came out.

"I..." Her eyes...those mesmerizing glowing fairy eyes—shifted colors rapidly, like they couldn't settle on one emotion.

Gold, blue, a flicker of violet—each shade revealing a piece of her struggle.

"Are you alright??" he asked softly, worried she might really lose it.

She didn't answer right away.

Instead, she kept her gaze low, staring at the space between his feet and hers. Her voice finally came, quiet and stubborn. "Don't go yet."

His heart skipped.

"You don't have to think about this now," he responded gently. "You said it yourself—this is new, confusing. I don't want to force you."

"I'm not confused about that part anymore." Her words came out shakier than intended. "I just don't know how to… say it right."

He leaned closer. "Then don't say anything."

She looked up at him.

Her eyes shimmered, still flickering—but slower now, her feelings were settling.

A long breath escaped her lips. Then she closed her eyes slowly, almost like she was asking him to kiss her.

And without a word, she tilted her head up and leaned in slightly—just enough.

Not demanding.

Not desperate.

Just waiting.

An invitation, given without sound.

Asher froze for a second, surprised—and honestly, super happy.

He hadn't expected her to give in like that.

Not after everything that happened. Not after the way she yelled at him, pushed him away, and flew off like she never wanted to see him again.

He already accepted that he blew it. That nothing he said or did could fix things between them for the time being.

'Could it be…?' he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 'I'm not meant to chase girls… So, when I finally stop trying, that's when she starts chasing me?'

It sounded ridiculous. Like the kind of silly thought that only popped into a person's head when they drank too much alcohol.

But what if it was true?

Maybe the universe had already decided he didn't need game. Just stand there, breathe, exist—and girls would fall for him.

A kind of cosmic balance.

And this...this...was how it balanced his innate "rizz."

He carefully got closer, like any sudden movement might scare her off.

His hand gently reached for her cheek, brushing away a strand of hair stuck to her skin.

He waited first, half expecting her to pull back, slap his hand away, or at least throw one of her usual remarks.

If she resisted, even a little, he would've let go.

But… she didn't.

She stood there, awkward and tense, her hair flickering again in that strange, beautiful pattern that always gave her emotions away

'How cute'

She looked really uncomfortable because she didn't know what to do with her face, her breath, or even her own thoughts.

And yet—

Her lips trembled. She tried to imitate a kiss, but it looked funny. It was clear she had no idea what she was doing.

'She's really irresistible,' he chuckled dryly.

Even he didn't understand why everything she did—no matter what it was—ended up looking cute to him.

'I can't take it anymore. I want to taste her...'

His lips gently touched hers, a soft and tentative kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through both of them.

But what really made him feel good was her saliva. It tasted like fruit juice. He could suck it in and feel instantly refreshed.

'I want more...'

He took the lead, his hand cupping her cheek gently as he deepened the kiss just a fraction, showing her the rhythm, the give and take of it.

Mirelyn's eyes fluttered open, and she responded instinctively, her lips moving against his with some courage.

She also liked the taste of his mouth, but for a different reason—energy.

His energy started to flow into her throat, gentle at first… then stronger, warmer, fuller.

She gasped.

The sensation was unlike anything she ever experienced—it was as if every nerve ending in her body was being awakened, set alight by his essence.

Her skin tingled, and she felt warmer.

A warm, inviting heat to spread through her body, pooling in her pussy and setting her blood on fire. She knew they hadn't yet reached the pinnacle of their passion, but her body was already crying out for release.

Every drop of saliva, every twirled of his tongue, brought her closer to the edge, her breath hitching in eager anticipation of the orgasm that threatened to consume her.

"I..." she breathed, her voice shaking. Her body arched slightly, pressing against him, seeking more of that intoxicating energy.

Asher's eyes were locked onto her, not just out of desire, but also because he too was overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through his own body.

The simple act of kissing her lips was enough to send shocks of pleasure through his cock, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his groin.

"ARGHHH" He let out a low groan, his voice a deep rumble of pleasure as he felt the first waves of release.

That's right, he came just from kissing her—that's how intense the feeling was.

Until now, no woman had been able to bring him to orgasm without penetration or a blowjob. But Mirelyn achieved the impossible with just a kiss.

Her lips must have been pure magic, drawing him in and setting his body ablaze with just that.

And she reacted the same way. Her pussy lips quivered and then squirted, releasing a gush of wetness without a single touch.

The sensation was overwhelming, a sudden rush of pleasure that left her breathless and her heart pounding in her chest.

Her legs trembled violently, threatening to give way beneath her as the force of her orgasm surged through her body. To keep herself upright, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling him close.

"I can't stop peeing...." she cried out.

It kept flowing, dripping out of her pussy, wetting the fabric, and dropping into the ocean.

DRIP!

The water below started to shimmer.

At first, it was subtle—a faint ripple of light beneath the surface. Then, without warning, it changes colors.

Deep blue faded into glowing shades of teal and violet, as if the water had been dyed with pure magic.

It spread fast.

The energy they shared—unfiltered and uncontained—was spilling out of them, too much for their bodies to hold alone.

So, in no time, a small section of the ocean transformed into a mesmerizing, otherworldly domain.

The water began to glow with an ethereal light, shifting through every color of the rainbow in a hypnotic display. The hues blended and separated like living paint, swirling and dancing in a spectacle that defied nature.

It was the kind of sight people would cross worlds to see—maybe even call it one of the seven wonders.

But neither of them looked.

They didn't care.

Their focus was on each other, completely lost in the moment.

Their lips moved in sync, beginning with a slow, tantalizing dance, each taste of the other igniting a quiet, ravenous hunger.

As tension coiled between them, Asher tilted his head, drawing her into his embrace. She melted into him, her arms slipping around his neck.

"I want more..." she moaned, and the fabric covering her body vanished, leaving her butt naked for him. "I feel really good. I don't want to stop."

"I will make you feel better." Asher followed suit, shedding his clothes without a moment's hesitation.

They didn't care that they were naked and exposed in the middle of the ocean.

Instead, he created a transparent round barrier around them, and they submerged deeper, their bodies pressing tightly together beneath the surface, surrounded by the cool water and the warmth of their mutual desire.

As their energy intensified under the surface, more giant sea beasts began to converge on their location, drawn to their powers.

Their numbers grew, and if they were near a port, an emergency would be declared—it was a literal beast tide that could destroy cities.

But Asher dispatched each one effortlessly, never breaking their kiss.

His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, and rolling her nipples between his fingers, eliciting soft gasps and moans.

"Ahhhh...ahhhh..ahhhhh."

She, blushing and inexperienced, let out a cute, embarrassed cry between kisses.

Asher, however, was far from finished. His other hand ventured lower, his fingers gently exploring the sensitive flesh at the opening of her pussy.

He teased her, circling and probing with a deliberate slowness that made her squirt more.

She squirmed against him, her body begging for more as he expertly brought her to the brink of cumming once again.

"Don't worry. Just let it all flow."