Village Head's Debauchery-Novel



As she closed her eyes and trembled slightly, I could discern the electrifying sensations coursing through her body. It was a sight I had noticed before with Dariya, and it only heightened my expectations. And as Anara's fingers increased the intensity of their touch, I couldn't help but feel captivated by the scene as she bit her lips firmly and continued to stroke the back of her flower gently.

Suddenly, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through my own veins, my hands instinctively gravitated towards my throbbing penis. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer; my fingers wrapped around it, and I began to stroke, mirroring the rhythm and intensity of Anara's movements, while I was still submerged in the lake.

Anara soon retracted her hand from her flower and placed it behind her on the soil, using it as leverage to raise her waist slightly off the ground, her flower still directed towards the lake. With her fingers, she rubbed and pinched the back of her flower, incorporating a gentle back-and-forth rocking motion as if her waist was sitting on a swing.

Truthfully, from my vantage point below, the sight alone of Anara pleasuring and getting herself off, stretched my desires to a certain limit. And, as I began to indulge in some vivid and intense sensory imageries, my imagination ran wild, prompting me to increase the intensity of my strokes on my erect penis without hesitation.

Nonetheless, what made these all the more enticing was that Anara was surely oblivious to the explicit nature of her actions. She continued to stimulate her flower, rocking her waist back and forth, completely absorbed in the moment of release so that she can showcase to me 'how she fills up the lake with her ancestral juices.

After several minutes of waiting and enjoying the sensual scene, I finally witnessed a thick liquid substance emerging from Anara's golden-coloured fleshy floral vagina. It flowed steadily, teasingly, as if reluctant to leave its source.

But then, within seconds, it flowed out, dripping into the lake with a force that exceeded what I had witnessed with Dariya. 

With pleasure painted all over her face, and her vibrating body, Anara's expression transformed, as she uttered a sultry, "Ahhh~~," indicating the heightened delight she experienced as her cum sprayed out, resembling a beautiful waterfall pouring into the lake.

After her intense release into the lake, Anara opened her eyes and returned to her usual seated position. "Haaa....." She breathed out tiredly, gazing down at the lake and observing the meagre amount of liquid she had produced. A hint of disappointment crossed her face as she remarked, "I knew I wouldn't release much, given my exhaustion, but this is too little." She sighed and began to close her legs.

Sensing her intention, I quickly withdrew my hands from my throbbing member and firmly grasped both of her knees, preventing her from closing them.

"What are you doing?" Anara questioned, her eyebrow raised in surprise as she scrutinized my unexpected behaviour. "Don't tell me you aren't satisfied?"

Expecting her reproach, I quickly interjected, "Actually, I think I might be able to help you increase the volume of your release."

Her eyebrows shot up even higher, scepticism evident in her expression. "Are you sure?" she asked, a hint of doubt lingering in her voice.

I nodded my hand enthusiastically, "Absolutely."

But instead, she let out a long, deep exhale, her fingers reached out towards me, causing her saucy bare buttocks to shift slightly. She ran her hand through my hair and spoke, "Don't worry about it. Although I find it surprising that you're concerned enough to offer your assistance..." She quickly retracted her hand, shaking her head with a weary sigh. "...unfortunately, this is something only I can do. Now start preparing as I have to take you back to the village."

Observing her legs retracting from the lake and watching her rise to her feet, adjusting her net dress to cover back her buttocks and inner thighs, I couldn't help but also feign my response, "It's a shame. I thought I could assist you in releasing your essence, just as I had helped Dariya with hers. But it seems yours is different, so my approach wouldn't work."

Suddenly, she halted her steps and pivoted to face me, her eyes narrowing as she locked her gaze onto mine. "Dariya let you touch her flower?" she asked, a frown etching across her face as she scrutinized me suspiciously.

Feigning a look of surprise, I acted as though my words had slipped out unintentionally, quickly clasping my hand over my mouth. Anara's gaze intensified as she continued to approach, eventually reaching the edge of the lake. She then squatted down, granting me another glimpse of her slender, seductive legs. 

Extending her hand toward me, she gently grasped my chin with a sceptical expression. "Child, tell me, did Dariya give you permission to touch her flower?"

No longer concealing my expression, I met her gaze with sincerity. "Yes, I asked for her permission, and though she was hesitant at first, she eventually agreed, and it turned out well," I explained. Knowing that Tree nymphs were more acquainted with each other than us villagers, I didn't have to speculate on how Anara knew about Dariya, especially considering her title.

Anara withdrew her hand abruptly, her eyes widening with surprise. She scrutinized me intently, her curiosity evident. "How did you and Dariya cross paths?" she asked. "She oversees the eastern side of the forest and rarely associates with even other tree nymphs due to her perceived lack of attractiveness. So, for her to allow you to touch her flower, something must have transpired between you two, right?".

I nodded in response before carefully selecting some of the events that had transpired between Dariya and me, ensuring to keep our most intense and personal moments concealed. In short, I chose one particular event and elaborated on it to the fullest extent.

Once I finished recounting the story, Anara's expression became even more inquisitive than before. She squatted down in front of me, pulling up her net dress as she had done previously. I watched as the vines sprang to life, allowing her legs to move freely.