Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 4 - Part 9 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Placing a hand on the counter, Bethany tried to catch her breath.

Her breath was hot, and the world felt alive in a strange way.

Bethany took a quick moment to turn her head back and forth, scanning the lobby, worried about anyone seeing how she behaved.

As though in a trance, unable to resist the earthly desires of her body any longer, Bethany raised her free hand to slowly grope her breasts, using her index finger to tease her hard and sensitive nipples. Immediately, there was a jolt that ran through her body, and she let out a quiet moan overflowing with the pleasure she felt.

Realizing the sound that emerged, Bethany quickly covered her mouth, her face hot.

Turning her head again, Bethany leaned to check one side of the partition down the hallway. She felt a wave of relief to only see the green and gold embroidered carpet leading deeper into the inn, the artwork displayed on the walls to make it appear prestigious, and the soft light from the lamps illuminating the interior in a friendly and soothing glow.

Bethany strained her ears, happy that there were no sounds from the diverging hallways, letting her know that the maids and staff were properly doing their duties.

The merchants, their families, and a few other guests lounged in the dining area, their voices in hushed tones due to the chaos outside.

None of the guests glanced over in Bethany's direction, making her release a sigh of relief.

Though the dining area was rather far away from the lobby, cold sweat traveled down her back.

Returning to face the inn, Bethany still couldn't believe her body was so easily stimulated. Though she didn't often touch herself, it was still something she would do at night while she lay on her bed -- feeling lonesome and longing for the touch of a man. Never an act she'd have done in the open, only in the privacy of her chambers.

Feeling better that no one had heard her, Bethany tried to regain her thoughts, bewildered by the lustful desires bubbling up from inside her.

Bethany couldn't help but notice how her breasts felt tender. What made it worse was how her bosom felt as though they were pressing against her uniform more, as if they grew in size slightly. Her hard nipples slid against the fabric of her uniform. They only added to the erotic sensations she felt and stimulated her slightly.

The thought that guests could see her nipples pressing against her uniform, visible to all, made her feel mixed emotions.

Placing a hand to her forehead, "What is happening to me?" Bethany breathed in and slowly let out the air.

Compared to before, Bethany wasn't as aroused though her breasts were still feeling as though they longed to be held in the grasp of a man's hand.

Bethany began imagining the young noble undressing her, teasing her breasts with his warm breath as if under a spell.

"Please," Bethany pleaded with the young noble, unable to contain the feelings of lust about to spray out of her.

The young noble smiled, enjoying how her hips slowly thrust toward him. He began using his tongue to seductively lick her nipples -- running his tongue in a slow circle as Bethany made short gasping noise, rising in pitch the more aroused she became. Sensing her submitting to his desires, the noble placed his lips over her breasts before his teeth teasingly bit down on her hardened nipples.

Bethany moaned as she held the young lord's head and pressed him into her bountiful chest, hoping he would take all of her.

"Yes, My Lord. Please, suck on them. I need you..., my Master." Bethany moaned as she groped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples before pulling them away from her.