Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

When Lancet noticed them, his own eyes splayed wide with surprise. But it only fueled him to fuck her even harder. The sounds of his thrusting filled the beautiful room.

SPLAT! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!!

And Espel was feeling every second of it. Her mouth was wide open and bright, radiant light spilled from her irises, flooding the room with an ethereal luminescence. The temperature rose in a thrilling manner and the air began to hum.

From her back, a butterfly appeared, flapping its pink wings around them. Lancet watched it with a surprised expression. But his surprise grew even more when a moth appeared as well.

They lifted from behind her, somewhere behind her that Lancet couldn’t freaking see, their wings catching the light, crowding the bed above them.

Then they began to circle. More followed until the room was filled with them. Butterflies in shades of pink and gold and bright purple. Moths in obsidian and violet, their wings dusted with motes of light and shadow.

They spiraled around the bed, around Lancet and Espel, a living vortex of fragile beauty.

”Lancet,” Espel breathed. There was something different in her voice. It was husky and sounded layered, resonant, like multiple versions of her were speaking at once. ”I feel... everything.”

”Good,” he said, fucking her through it. ”Feel it all.”

She came apart.

Her body arched, her back bowing off the bed, her nails raking down his arms hard enough to draw blood. Her inner walls convulsed around him, clenching and releasing in waves, and the light from her eyes became blinding for a single, brilliant second.

The butterflies and moths erupted outward in a silent explosion of color and light, filling the room like a living constellation.

And then, slowly, they settled.

They landed on the curtains, the bedposts, the vanity, on Lancet’s shoulders and Espel’s hair. The glow in her eyes faded to a soft, residual shimmer, and she fell back against the pillows, panting, her body limp and trembling.

Lancet stayed inside her, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to hers.

After a long moment, Espel spoke.

”That was...”

”I know.”

”I didn’t know I could feel like that.”

”Neither did I, honestly. The butterflies were new.”

She let out a breath that was almost a laugh. ”I suppose I should reciprocate now.”

”You don’t have to,” Lancet whispered. ”Remember? Sex is about the woman’s pleasure and the man’s relief?”

”Are you...?” she asked him, ”relieved?”

Lancet chuckled a little bit at the question. ”You really want to do this huh?” He pulled himself up with both hands and looked down at her

”I want to.” She replied, her eyes still carrying that faint residual glow. ”Tell me what to do.”

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Moments later, Espel was kneeling at the edge of the bed while Lancet sat. She had his cock in her hand and her eyes studying the thing like it was alien tech.

Following Lancet’s words, she began her first attempt at a blowjob.

She was awkward at first, her hands were uncertain, her mouth was hesitant. When she took his cock in her hand, she held it like a specimen, studying it with clinical focus before leaning down to lick the tip.

”That’s... different,” she said, pulling back.

”You’re not supposed to analyze it.”

”How else am I supposed to learn?”

She took him in her mouth, and Lancet’s head fell back. Her technique was rough — too much teeth, not enough suction — but the enthusiasm was there, the genuine desire to learn, to please, to understand.

”Use your tongue more,” he guided. ”And relax your jaw.”

She adjusted. It got better. Still clumsy, still unpracticed, but the feeling of her mouth on him, of her trying so earnestly, was almost enough to undo him.

”Espel,” he warned. ”I’m close.”

She pulled off, her lips swollen, her chin slick. ”You should do it inside me.”

Lancet froze. ”What?”

She narrowed her eyes. ”You seem surprised. Is that a bad thing?”

”Well...” Lancet thought of how to phrase it. ”Espel, you do know what happens when a guy ejaculates inside a girl, right?”

Espel’s face painted a ’what do you take me for?’ glare. ”I’m not a child, Lancet. I know how reproduction works.”

Lancet shrugged nervously. ”Then you know it’s risky for me to come inside you.”

”Come inside?” She raised a brow. ”So that’s what it’s called.” After storing that information, she sighed. ”Anyway, my moths can breakdown anything before it has the chance to grow.”

”Oh.” Lancet stared at her. ’She’s thought about this for a while now, huh?’

”Come on,” she urged him, standing up slowly. ”I want to know what it feels like.”

Lancet flipped her onto her back with a firm shove, her body bouncing lightly on the cushions as silver hair fanned wildly. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wide, and thrust forward hard—schlick—burying his thick cock deep into her dripping cunt in one slick motion.

He was so invigorated that she cried out sharply at the sudden stretch, walls clenching tight around him.

Lancet took a moment to calm himself, then he lunged in.

Plap!

”Ugh,” Espel moaned slowly.

Seeing her pleasure-filled face lit up Lancet’s fuse and he went faster. Plap! Plap!! Plap!!! He fucked her with raw, desperate strokes, hips slamming forward repeatedly.

The wet, filthy sounds of skin-on-skin and her squelching pussy filling the room. Each powerful thrust made her breasts jiggle, her breathy moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as he pounded faster, chasing release. Sweat slicked their bodies, his grunts low and guttural with every deep plunge.

”Come in me,” she gasped, voice husky and commanding, legs locking around him. ”I want to feel it all.”

With a broken groan, Lancet buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing as thick hot spurts flooded her. She moaned loudly at the warm rush, nails raking his back while her cunt fluttered around him.

They stayed locked together, panting heavily in the afterglow as butterflies fluttered around their joined, sweaty forms. Espel reached up, fingers brushing a silver-dusted white butterfly on his shoulder. It stayed.

”I think I did it,” she said quietly. ”I think I felt the joy of pleasure.”

”That’s good.”

”It was... overwhelming.”

”Since it’s your first time, it usually is.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then, ”I want to do it again.”

Lancet laughed, breathless. ”Who’s the one trying to swindle now?” He rolled over and fell on the soft bed. ”You haven’t held up your end of the bargain.”

Espel turned to look at him. ”You are very pleasant, Lancet Leogardt.”

Lancet looked at her with a raised brow. ”Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, Espel Fyrebloom.”

There was silence for a while, the butterflies and moths flying high below the ceiling. Then, Espel finally broke it.

”If I heal you right now can we do it again?”