CHAPTER 191: POISON (5), HELPING JOHN

"What’s going on?!"

In the bedroom, Azelis, Jibril, and Yuna surround the bed on which John was sleeping.

He was writhing.

Through the semi-transparent cocoon, they could see a painful reaction brought out by his physical state.

But in the dream that the poison dictated, John was having another ride.

In the dream, Jibril stood before him, naked but for the intricate tattoos that spiraled across her skin, each one pulsing with a faint, inner light. She didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Her gaze was an invitation, a promise of something both forbidden and irresistible. He found himself moving towards her, drawn in by an invisible force. The hunger roared louder, drowning out all reason.

Her hands reached out, tracing the lines of his jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "You’re fighting it, John," she murmured, her voice a low, husky rasp. "But you can’t deny what you truly want." He wanted to deny it, to scream that she was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. The hunger had him firmly in its grip. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and he felt his resolve crumble.

She tugged him closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through him. He could smell her, a heady mix of spices and musk that intoxicated his senses. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails lightly scratching his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He groaned, his body responding to her touch despite his lingering shame.

Her lips found his, soft and tentative at first, then growing bolder, more demanding. Her tongue danced with his, exploring every corner of his mouth, igniting a fire that threatened to consume him completely. He groaned, his hands finding their way to her hips, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against him. The heat between them was unbearable, a living thing that pulsed with its own rhythm.

She broke the kiss, her eyes blazing with desire. "Show me, John," she whispered. "Show me what you want." He didn’t hesitate. He lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to a makeshift bed of furs that had materialized in the dream. She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath hot against his ear.

He laid her down gently, his gaze devouring her as he knelt between her legs. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the swell of her hips, the soft triangle between her legs. She moaned, her body arching beneath his touch. His lips followed the path of his fingers, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her stomach. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

He lowered his head, his lips finding her breasts, suckling and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his fingers parting her folds, finding her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body convulsed as she orgasmed, her muscles clenching around his fingers.

He pulled away, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. He reached down and pulled off his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wetness, and she gasped, her eyes widening with anticipation. He pushed inside her, slowly at first, stretching her, filling her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he thrust deeper, harder. He was lost in the sensation, the feel of her body wrapped around his, the heat, the friction, the pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He pumped into her, faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She screamed his name, her body shaking with each thrust. He felt himself getting closer, the pressure building and building, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He exploded inside her, his body convulsing as he emptied his seed into her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding, his body slick with sweat. The dream shifted again, the image of Jibril fading, replaced by a new face, a new desire.

Outside, John’s body was heating.

His dragon was super hard and big, and all three of them saw its tip passing through the cocoon, twitching in pain.

A painful grunt escaped John’s mouth, his body trembling.

"W-What should we do? He looks like he’s in a lot of pain," Yuna said, her fists clenched and eyes concerned.

Suddenly, Chuthulos appeared with a big frown.

"The fuck..."

"Chuthulos. Can you help?" Azelis asked, worried.

"Please, do something." Jibril pleaded.

"This damn poison....could it be that rune holder can use it as a medium to interfere in some way?" Chuthulos muttered.

He then looked at the girls and sighed. "John is injured, but you see, his injuries and his exhaustion have stopped recovering. The vitality recovery of Rexion’s skill is going to his nether region instead of his healing because of the poison."

"And despite being mentally exhausted, the dream he is experiencing is not giving him the rest he needs. This is bad."

"What do we do to help him? Isn’t there any way?"

Chuthulos sighed. "Simply using Molding Essence won’t fix that. It’s his soul that’s feeding itself. Unless the poison gets what it wants, it won’t rest."

"And with John completely exhausted, he has no other choice but to get ravaged by it in his sleep."

Chuthulos paused a bit before continuing. "I think you know what needs to be done."

Yuna’s face turned a shade pink.

Azelis’s ear tips turned red. After all, despite being the oldest, she had no experience.

"I’ll do it," Jibril said, her fist clenched. Turning to Yuna and Azelis. "You two..."

"I’ll stay here," Yuna immediatly said.

The two of them looked at Azelis, who blinked once and vanished, her voice trailing.

"I’ll be outside."

"Shy lass," Chuthulos said with a wry chuckle. "Well, I shall also take my leave now."

After Chuthulos left, Yuna stared at Jibril.

Jibril looked at her, her cheeks puffed. "It’s awkward if you watch."

Yuna snorted. "When John accepts us, we’ll be doing this together anyway."

Jibril rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

Jibril climbed on the bed and sat on his legs, just a bit behind his nether region.

Yuna walked to the side, her face looking somber, but with a flush of red on her cheeks.

Jibril stretched her hands and grabbed the dick.

"So hot..." Jibril muttered, a frown on her face. It was too hot. No wonder John was in such pain. Even she felt a burning on her skin.

She began moving her hand up and down, trying to make him release the load.

However, the villain who was using the soul-latched poison as a medium could see using John’s body since John was exhausted, allowing her to observe and control his body.

"Tsk tsk, handjob? That’s not going to help, bitch."

Indeed, one minute passed by, and nothing happened.

John looked even more in pain.

"What are you doing?" Yuna frowned. "He should be releasing that white stuff, right?"

"I...I don’t know..." Jibr bit her lips. She pulled back and bent down before opening her mouth.

Yuna’s mouth was wide open in surprise as she saw Jibril swallowing and licking it with her tongue.

’I wonder if it tastes like anything...’ Yuna thought, gulping hard as she continued to watch.

Meanwhile, Minera snorted. "What a bad blowjob. Inexperienced bitch. Nope, I am not going to let him relieve with that."

Indeed. One minute passed by, and nothing happened.

"Nothing’s happening?" Yuna tilted her head.

Jibril got up and stood up, her face red but resolved.

Putting all of her clothes inside the storage ring in the next second, she walked a bit further, standing right above John’s raging dragon, before sitting down.

She sat on it as it slowly entered inside her, opening her hole wider as the piping hot meatrod entered her.

At first, she felt a bit of pain, but she used her water mastery to make herself cooler and also provide comfort to John’s dragon.

’I’ll help you, no matter what.’

As Jibril completely took it in and hit her womb, she gasped for breath as an electric current of pleasure spread through her body, making her body tremble.

Instantly, she climaxed.

Yuna, who watched the process, was beet red, but seeing Jibril releasing first, she was speechless.

However, Jibril didn’t stop and started moving up and down while a flood of pleasure washed her over, her eyeballs halfway upward.

"John..." Jibril moaned and tried to speed up as she finally felt movement in the dragon.

"What the..." Yuna couldn’t imagine the pleasure Jibril was feeling when she saw that expression. An itch started to bother her.

Jibril moved and suddenly felt a burst of load releasing from John’s dragon, making her scream as she bent backward fully, her supple breasts jiggling as she twitched uncontrollably.

Yuna’s fists clenched, her eyes glossy as a certain desire burned in her too.

But Jibril wasn’t done yet. John was still hard and twitching.

She collected herself, grasping for breath and taking a few long breaths before she lay down on John’s chest and started moving her buttcheeks.

’It’s faster this way...’

Yuna’s mouth opened wide as she saw that position.

"So lewd..."