My Lewd Reincarnation

As soon as I was dressed once more, I headed out of Damien’s bedroom to get my hands on a butt plug. Although I may have just had a bunch of orgasms recently and had countless more before that earlier in the day, my horniness had no bounds.

My perversion was like a train that never stopped. I would continue to seek out my next orgasm and then my next one and the one after that, and so on and so on, always devoting myself to that lewd goodness. I had always been like this, even back on Earth. Only I had the confidence to put myself in situations I never would have back then and I didn’t have the tedium of work to occupy most of my time as my job had. I was finally free. Freer than I had ever felt in my last life and I would not waste a moment of it.

On my way outside, I stopped by the kitchen, where Vel was hard at work getting a start on dinner. I offered to help her out, but the young elven woman declined my offer. Even though the light had been lifted from her eyes and it had been revealed just how many of the chores she had been doing that were unnecessary, this wasn’t one of them. Not only did she have a general skill for cooking, she actually enjoyed doing the cooking too. Not to mention, her food always tasted amazing and was probably much better than anything Damien or I could make.

Speaking of the big burly man, he was in the shower, getting cleaned up after working up a little bit of sweat with me. A part of me was tempted to go join him in there, but I doubted he would have been comfortable with that since Vel would have been able to hear every noise we made. 

Of course, his shower wasn’t entirely necessary since I could have just used freshen up on him if he had asked, but I understood why he didn’t. Not only was there a certain enjoyable quality to getting washed up the old-fashioned way, but having me use my skill on him would have involved me running my fingers over every inch of his body. If that were to happen, then we would have most likely gotten distracted once more.

From the kitchen, I made my way outside to the small shed that sat nearby in the relatively cramped clearing. Opening up the creaking wooden door of the shed revealed a dark interior filled with various dusty crates, barrels, and tools. Several of the items closer to the entryway were lacking any dust, signifying their recent storage. Although one of those items was the box with the butt plugs in it that I was looking for, a bundle of weapons to the side caught my attention.

There were various weapons tied together into a bundle with a length of rope, including daggers, swords, axes, spears, and even a few bows. The bundle was actually quite big and heavy-looking, the kind of thing someone like Vel and I would never be able to carry on our own. Looking at the bundle reminded me that Damien had stored something in the shed after he arrived back from dealing with the other mercenaries that were pretending to be bandits. These must have been some of their weapons, which he presumably took from them so that he could sell them the next time he went into town.

I didn’t give the bundle of weapons any more thought as I turned my attention back to the box I was looking for. Inside the box, I easily found the toy I was looking for and retrieved it, along with several others including the anal beads, after it had just occurred to me at that moment that it might be best to have a stash of sex toys in Damien’s room so that I don’t have to go looking for one every time we want to involve a toy in our sex.

With my arms cradling a handful of wooden sex toys, I made my exit from the shed and closed it up behind me. From there, I made my way back to Damien’s bedroom and left the small collection of toys on top of his dresser since I wasn't sure where he would want me to store them and it felt like an invasion of his privacy to go through his things looking for an appropriate spot.

Once that was done, I pulled down my pants and panties and spread my butt cheeks as I inserted the butt plug into myself. I didn’t even bother to move to somewhere more private, and just did it in Damien’s bedroom, where I was still standing. I had no concerns about being walked in on. Whether it was the man in question or his daughter, both had seen me in more compromising positions and were likely to see me like that again soon.

"Oh, fuck…" I let out a long satisfied moan the moment the butt plug came to a stop, resting in my ass with nothing but the flat, flared base sticking out from in between my butt cheeks.

Butt plugs were always one of my favourite toys back on Earth. I would even sometimes wear them while going to work if I was feeling especially frisky that day. In my mind, butt plugs were second only to my old faithful vibrator, whose favorability had taken a nose dive after learning that it had killed me, which then reached an all-new high after discovering just how amazing my new life was.

To think, I never would have gotten to experience any of this if my vibrator hadn’t electrocuted me...

My thoughts were interrupted by Damien clearing his throat before asking. "Eve… What are you doing?"

The big burly man was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, which left his abundantly muscular chest on display for me to ogle. Between that and the way the scruff of his beard and hair had that sexy, still slightly damp, post-shower look, I was incredibly attracted and aroused by him, even more than before.

However, even though I was very aroused, which was fairly normal for me at this point, Damien was more confused than he was aroused. His reaction was completely understandable. After all, it wasn’t every day you walked into your bedroom and found a woman with her pants and panties around her ankles while staring off into the distance, deep in thought. In fact, he would have probably found the situation more normal if I was actually touching myself and masturbating instead of just standing there.

To rectify the situation and hopefully turn his confusion into arousal, I turned my butt toward him and gave it a little spank as I spread my cheeks and showed him the plug sticking out of my ass. "I may have gotten a bit distracted after putting in a butt plug. I thought it might have been a good way to earn passive experience towards my next rank of sex toys and tight fit. What do you think? Do you like it? Oh, and I fetched a few sex toys to keep in your room for future use so that I don’t have to go rummaging around in Vel’s bedroom whenever we are inclined to use them. I hope you don’t mind me taking the initiative there."

"No, that’s fine," Damien chuckled as a perverted grin stretched across his face. Curiosity no longer remained on his face, and just as I hoped, the signs of his arousal soon began to show. Of particular interest to me was the tent being pitched under his towel.

Thankfully, now that Damien was much more open to my advances and playing with me, I didn’t need to be the one constantly pursuing him. And as such, the man confidently strode over to me, dropping his towel by the wayside as he reached out with his big, strong hands. I let out a slight moan as I felt his fingers press against the base of the butt plug inside me. 

"A butt plug huh… I do like it. It’s a rather ingenious way of improving your skills." Damien whispered in his deep rumbling voice as his fingers slid down from the butt plug, finding their way into my tight, wet vagina. "However, wouldn’t it be just as useful to have something in this hole as well."

"Oh, you're right! Why didn’t I think of that?" I exclaimed excitedly in between moans. "Which toy do you think I should put inside my pussy."

Damien turned his gaze towards the collection of sex toys sitting in the nearby dresser drawer, all the while not faltering in his effort to finger me. After a few moments to think, he picked up the thickest of the dildos, as he said. "I think this one will do nicely."

Soon enough, Damien replaced his fingers inside me with the dildo, sliding it as deep into me as it could go. Between the pressure of the butt plug in my ass and the dildo in my pussy, I was having quite a bit of fun. However, the man didn’t continue to use the dildo to pleasure me like he had been his fingers. Instead, once the toy was as far into me as it could go, he reached down, pulling both my panties and pants back up.

That said, he didn’t pull both articles of clothing up in one fell swoop but took his time to attentively make sure everything was right and sitting in the perfect place so that my tight panties would help keep the dildo firmly held inside me. Truthfully, the skimpy lace panties that I was wearing probably weren’t the best for what we had going on.

Because of how tight my pussy was, the dildo pretty much wanted to pop out of me and, given how little fabric there was in my panties, there was only so much they could do to hold the toy inside me. Thankfully, for what my skimpy underwear failed at, the tight pants I was wearing greatly assisted, more so than a pair of pants that actually fitted me perfectly would have.

Once both my panties and pants were back up and there were no visible signs of the lewdness going on underneath, Damien let out a chuckle. "Ah, almost perfect. There’s just one hole left to fill."

My hand quickly found its way over to his cock, his fully erect cock, which throbbed and twitched between my fingers as I said. "It’s good then that we have the perfect thing to fill my mouth with right here, within arms reach."

As my hands worked up and down the man’s thick shaft, he began to let out moans and gasp. However, the sounds he was making were soon stifled as he reached up and put a hand over his mouth, not wanting his daughter in a nearby room to overhear the sounds he was going to make in light of what was about to happen.

While Damien was focused on not letting so much as a peep escape his lips, I lowered myself to my knees in preparation for sucking on his delicious cock. However, just moving turned out to be quite pleasurable. Although I had adjusted to the feeling of the two toys inside me while I was just standing around, any slight movement made the toys hit new and pleasurable spots inside me. The pleasure wasn’t quite like if I was fucking myself with the toys, but the unexpectedness and constancy of the feeling were fun in their own way.

My lips parted as I reached out with my tongue, licking up and down the length of Damien’s manhood. Although he was fresh out of the shower, there was still a powerful manly scent to him that drove me wild with lust. So wild that I couldn’t help but snake a hand down to my crotch and play with myself through my pants.

As my lips slid around the girth of his neck, the force and fervour with which I was playing with myself grew stronger. While one of my hands worked the far length of his cock and even occasionally played with the man’s ball, I was sucking and slurping on the head of his cock. It was a shame I had no general skill for this, but that didn’t stop me from learning and growing more talented at it on my own.

Before too long, my blowjob was progressing further, and I was taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. The head of his manhood pressed against the back of my throat as it reached as far as it could go. Any further and I would not be able to physically accommodate him as there was only so far I could open my mouth. Still, that did not stop the pleasure from rising within him.

The more I sucked and slurped on Damien’s cock, the more he squirmed and found it harder to stifle his moans. Although he somehow managed to avoid letting out so much as a squeak, it was clear that he was struggling in this endeavour quite a bit.

Eventually, his struggle came to a climactic conclusion. His cock’s throbbing and twitching reached an all-time high before releasing its load inside my mouth. Instead of pushing his cock as far in as it could go, so that he would deposit his seed directly down my throat, I pulled my head back so that the tip of his cock was nestled and tightly held on my tongue. This way, I got my mouth filled as much as possible by his semen, letting me savour the potent, salty taste of it before swallowing it at my own pace.

Doing it like this did mean, however, that more than a few drops of his cum escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin, but that was no big deal. What wasn’t caught by my fingers and licked up could be cleaned with an application of freshen up.

As soon as he was done, Damien stepped away from the gasping to catch his breath. Although he hadn’t really done much to exhaust himself, my efforts to suck on his cock really did a number on him. My eyes, of course, were glued to his fading manhood, which, despite growing flaccid, was still quite impressive in size.

My immediate thoughts were on continuing this and replacing the dildo inside my pussy with his cock, but I knew he wouldn’t be up for it. Blowing him while Vel was nearby was one thing, but I doubted he would ever be able to be quiet enough to be comfortable with letting me ride his cock while she was nearby.

"Dinners up!" Vel’s voice called out from the kitchen, taking the choice of continuing this fun out of my hands.

From there, the fun came to an abrupt end. Damien went about getting dressed as I cleaned up the cum that escaped my lips. Once we were both done, we left the bedroom for the kitchen, where a nice hearty dinner was prepared for us.

As we sat down at the dinner table, Vel grinned at us with a knowing look. "What have you two been up to?" She asked.

"Ah… nothing…" Damien muttered, unable to look his daughter or me in the eyes.

This, of course, made the young elven woman and myself giggle profusely. Such bashfulness was completely at odds with his muscular, rugged looks and was quite amusing.