The door closed behind the two, changing the room's atmosphere. They were aware of what would happen next, but both had a hint of nervousness.

Michael stepped closer to her, his left hand circling around her waist. It was a tricky move, but it would show him if she were actually willing to get more intimate. And she was.

Centimeters apart, they could feel each other's breath on their skin. Helen's lips were slightly parted, and her breathing became rushed.

He gently touched her neck and lifted her chin with his right hand. His lips met hers, and a deep kiss followed.

Maybe the kiss was a bit too long, as a moan escaped her lips, almost turning him feral. Separating from her slightly, he noticed the flushed color of her skin and her heaving chest.

Just when he wanted to go further, knocks on the door surprised both of them, followed by a man's voice.

[Open up! Hey, can you hear me!? Open up!](?)

With a weird sense of deja vu, Michael saw the surprise and annoyance on Helen's face, his mind already creating a conjecture.

He stepped toward the door, surprising the woman who seemed about to ask him not to, but he instead reached for a rune next to the door's handle, activating the soundproofing formation the innkeeper told him about.

"Whatever that is, we can deal with it later, I assume..."

Seeing Michael's ravenous grin, Helen felt her knees become weaker. He didn't miss the change in her expression and scooped her in his arms, prompting a squeal from her.

Looking pleasantly surprised, he grinned and whispered in her ear.

"I wonder just how many other cute sounds like that can you make?"

Feeling the lady shiver in his arms, Michael chuckled and set her on the bed. He wasn't worried about the door being broken and whoever was outside interrupting.

Thanks to the formation created once the door was closed, only Level 65 and higher could smash it, but nobody would dare, according to the Inn's mistress.

There will be no cockblocking today!

Focusing on the large bed where the beauty was laid on her back, Michael swallowed hard, seeing the absolutely lewd proportions of the woman's body.

Svelte legs, thick thighs, big ass, narrow waist, large bust, and a drop-dead gorgeous face.

Michael bit his tongue for a moment to ensure he wasn't caught in an illusion. After all... he had checked his face and body before, and while he wasn't bad-looking in his Necromancer form, this lady was way out of his league.

Helen also felt his roving eyes molest every small portion of her body, making her thighs move closer together.

'Seeing her reaction, she's probably in the mood. Damn... did I really fool such a hot chick in the bed only with words!? The Sanctuary is awesome!'

He removed his tunic and inner shirt, not wasting any more time, leaving only his pants on.

Helen observed his lean body with similar lust, her eye moving about.

When he stood above her in the bed, her fingers traced the tattoos on his chest and arms.

Unwilling to be outdone, his lips also traced the fair skin of her neck and ear, gently nibbling on them occasionally. Helen's moans became increasingly pronounced, but Michael wasn't in a hurry.

Like good old wine, he must first properly savor every inch of this premium lady in his grasp.

His fingers reached under her tunic and helped take it off.

Unsurprisingly, she was wearing something similar to a sports bra underneath, but it did nothing to hide the peaks from his eyes.

Moving down from her neck, he kissed the sacred valley and lowered his lips to her abdomen as his fingers interlocked with hers.

When he moved past the belly button, Helen's back arched slightly, and her eyes glazed over.

Glancing at the woman who climaxed from just that, Michael forced down the evil grin threatening to reach his ears.

He moved his lips to her navel and gently bit the area, prompting a more pronounced moan.

At the same time, his left hand released itself from Helen's grasp and slowly made its way to her left thigh.

After more kissing and caressing, his left hand gently slipped inside her pants, slowly pulling them down.

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Surprised, Helen's hands grabbed Michael's head while his lips explored the newly found area.

Seeing the blue panties of the same color as the sports bra, Michael's newly released right hand brushed past them as he removed her pants completely.

Helen's body trembled, and he was certain it was due to pleasure. His more sadistic nature seemed to take over as he began teasing her feet, calves, and upper thighs, all actions prompting moans from Helen that hid her face with her hands.

With such adorably cute actions, how could Michael properly hold himself back!? Using all the skills he learned on Earth from real life and certain Eastern videos, he massaged and caressed her more sensitive spots without focusing on the private areas.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, but it was certainly longer than an hour. In this hour, he made Helen climax two more times from just foreplay and would probably continue for a while longer if not for the growing pain in his nether regions.

'Fuck! What kind of idiot gives himself blue balls!?'

Cursing at Helen's ridiculously hot body that seemed to have made him lose his mind, Michael kissed the woman to keep stoking her lust.

Reaching with both hands behind her, he was surprised not to feel any latch on the sports bra. Not flustered, he realized that it must be similar to a top that must be removed overhead, so he did just that.

If it was a latch, and he missed it? Sorry, but nobody has time to bother with that when the fun pillows newly discovered dazzled his dog eyes.

'Oh, lawd have mercy! Is it even legal to be this smoking hot!?'

Taking his time, he caressed, kissed, and pinched everything he could for another good amount of time. Helen was now in an upright position against his chest, letting Michael do whatever he pleased.

Maybe she was over Level 50, but there wasn't much struggle she could put up at the moment. Even more so when she felt his right hand slide into her wet panties.

A strong shudder coursed through her body, and he felt her tremble once he touched her clit.

Incensed by her strong reactions, he allowed his fingers to tease as much as humanly possible, hating that he didn't have higher Dexterity attributes.

When his fingers moved inside her, the Necromancer saw her back arching again, and her eyes rolled over.

'Damn! Who's so sensitive they can actually pass out from an orgasm!?'

Seeing her coming back to her senses only moments later, Michael continued to use his hands to please her, getting slightly worried about his chances of lasting long enough to impress.

Surprisingly enough, Helen turned around and sat on his lap, effectively stopping his attempts to keep her orgasm until he got a better idea.

[My...turn...](Helen)

Helen's eyes were still glazed over, and her breathing was labored. Nevertheless, Michael understood that her flip was switched and prayed to the Sanctuary to lend him some Willpower attributes.

Unfortunately for him, the only answer he got back was Helen's hands reaching into his pants, undressing him before he got the chance to even notice it.

Her dainty hands grabbed a firm hold of his member, gently moving up and down as she kissed Michael. Helen's lips moved down on his neck, then on his chest, then even lower to his abdomen, prompting a guttural growl from him.

When her lips found his member, Michael saw stars for a moment but forced himself awake by biting his tongue.

'The fuck was that!? I almost came from a single touch?'

Unfortunately, Helen didn't relent, her tongue moving up and down, forcing Michael to grab hold of the bedsheets.

Realizing that he would finish if this continued, he hurriedly grabbed Helen's chin to stop her and noticed a blue substance on her lips.

Puzzled, he looked at her hands and noticed a small vial she was getting rid of.

'Holy shit! Did I just get drugged!? Not that I mind, though...'

[An aphrodisiac.](Helen)

Noticing his surprised stare at the vial, Helen explained with a smirk. Michael almost doubled over when he heard that.

'This unrepenting minx! If I don't properly make you stay in bed for the next couple of days, I'll write my name backward!'

Seeing how she wanted to continue pleasing him, Michael grabbed her waist and forced her on top of his face. This was a game that two people could play.

She was initially surprised at the strange position but immediately moaned extremely loud when she felt his tongue caressing her clit.

Michael pulled out all the stops with both hands, grabbing her cheeks and forcing them slightly apart.

Unsurprisingly, Helen doubled over with pleasure, resting her head on his abdomen as he passionately continued. Unwilling to be outdone, her lips re-discovered his lower member, and the contest began.

A winner was crowned a few minutes later as Helen unstraddled Michael's face and licked her lips victoriously.

Seeing the provocative look, Michael sucked a deep breath and inspected his body. Fortunately, his Strenght attribute was high enough, and he was deprived of such intense actions for the past three months.

Grinning, he grabbed Helen's waist and pulled her under him. With her sprawled on her back, he used his legs to spread hers gently as he whispered in her ears.

"Pretty lady, this is not a sprint but a marathon!"

Seeing the surprised and indignant face of the 'winner,' Michael guided himself inside her, prompting a loud moan that reverberated throughout the room.

Her nails dug deep into his back, and her teeth somehow found their way into his neck.

Surprised, but not too much, Michael began thrusting his hips with slow movements.

After sounding her out with his fingers, he noticed a couple of weak points he properly took advantage of. His hips began to move faster and deeper, making Helen's grip on his back loosen considerably.

Not even five minutes later, she passed out again.

"Now, now. We're barely getting started."

Grabbing her left leg while positioning himself along her, he continued to thrust while Helen was barely holding onto her consciousness.

[Wait... break...](Helen)

Smiling, Michael let his actions speak for themselves as he turned her on her belly sometime later and enjoyed the view for a few moments.

The feeling of her fleshy ass every time he pounded her from behind was heavenly, and judging from the loud moans, Helen also agreed.

Seeing her hair flowing on her back, Michael was tempted for a moment but decided against it since it was their first time. It was better to discover more things at later dates.

'And for those 'later dates' to happen, I need to make sure she is fully pleased.'

Michael's hands grabbed her waist and breasts, pulling her up as he continued moving his hips, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Moving his left hand up to her breasts and the right around her neck, Michael moved with increased ferocity as Helen lost her voice due to the sudden intensity.

Another few minutes later, Helen passed out again, and Michael was forced to stop for a while this time around.

Not only did it take her a good two or three minutes to wake up, but her body was so sensitive that even the smallest touch was too much for her.

Laughing victoriously under the glare of the pretty captain, Michael generously allowed a half an hour's truce for both parties to catch their breath.

[You... you're playing dirty!](Helen)

"Oh wow! It seems that I didn't punish you enough! How dare you say that after you used an aphrodisiac!?"

[Hmpf! So what?](Helen)

Seeing that she wasn't repenting at all but rather was defiant, Michael decided to ignore the Geneva Conventions about how 'prisoners' should be treated and forced her into a very unladylike position.

With her ankles next to his temples, he proceeded to show her exactly why he was the victor in the previous round.

The battle continued until night-time when the duo finally exited their room to grab food.

Raskya threw Michael a 'not bad' look when she saw Helen barely walking straight, which embarrassed the Necromancer.

As for Helen... she was glaring at him as if she would bite a piece of his face any second now. Michael gloated instead and moved closer to her ears.

"I did say that it's a marathon. After we eat, we'll go back up to continue."

Helen's face turned ripe red, and she cursed at his shamelessness once more.

But, as a man of his word, how could Michael not do what he said!?