My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

When it was over, Lilian pulled away slightly, looking down at her now-covered breasts. She glanced up at Elias, a playful glint in her eyes, before opening her mouth to show him the contents of his climax. Then, without breaking eye contact, she swallowed, her lips curling into a smile once more.

Elias lay back in the tub, utterly spent. He wasn't sure how much more he could take, his body tired from the intensity of their shared pleasure. But even in his exhaustion, he couldn't help but admire Lilian's passion, her eagerness to please.

"That was… unexpected," Elias muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper as he closed his eyes once more. "But I'm definitely done for now, Lilian. I just want to rest."

Lilian chuckled softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she settled into the water beside him. "Of course, Master Elias," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "Rest as long as you need. I'll be right here."

Elias smiled, letting himself drift into a peaceful haze, content in the warmth of the bath and Lilian's quiet presence beside him.

"Rest as long as you need, Master Elias," Lilian whispered, her tone affectionate yet tinged with something… unspoken.

Elias's eyes narrowed, focusing more intently on her. Although Lilian smiled, he noticed the slight shift in her voice, a barely detectable disappointment. It was subtle, so subtle that anyone else might have missed it. But Elias, sharp and perceptive even in his tired state, could hear it clearly. And that was when he realized: she wasn't still satisfied.

The realization hit him like a soft thud in the chest, the gears in his mind slowly turning as he pieced it together. She had pleasured him thoroughly, bringing him to climax more times than he could count. But Lilian… she had only found release once. Elias had been so consumed by his own pleasure, by her expert touch and the way she had taken control, that he hadn't considered her needs fully.

She had given so much, and yet here she was, laying beside him, unsatisfied.

Elias frowned slightly, guilt stirring in the back of his mind. He glanced at her again, watching as she rested peacefully against him. She wasn't going to say it aloud, of course. Lilian had always been reserved when it came to her own desires, always putting his needs first.

But he could feel it in the air, in the way her body was still tense beneath the surface, the way her breathing hadn't fully relaxed despite the soft smile on her face.

"She needs more," Elias thought, his mind working through the haze of his exhaustion. "But I'm truly spent."

His muscles ached, and the warmth of the bath was making his eyelids heavy. He had given everything he had earlier, and now he was utterly drained. Normally, he might have considered using his mouth to please her, to bring her to the edge once more and give her the release she so clearly craved. But as he looked at her, he knew that wouldn't be enough.

Lilian needed more—something deeper, something more intense. And Elias wasn't sure if he had the strength left to give it to her.

His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution. What could he do? He couldn't just leave her like this, unsatisfied after everything she had done for him. But his body felt like lead, his limbs heavy with exhaustion, and he knew he couldn't give her what she truly needed. Not in his current state.

Then, just as he was about to give up, an idea popped into his head—a thought so simple, so obvious, that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. A slow smile crept across his lips as the solution presented itself, clear and perfect.

He glanced at Lilian, her eyes closed now, her breathing still shallow. She didn't notice the way his expression changed, didn't see the mischievous glint in his eyes as the idea took shape.

With a quiet chuckle, Elias leaned forward slightly, his lips hovering just above Lilian's ear. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he uttered a single word, a word that sent a ripple of power through the air between them.

"Heal."

As the word left his lips, Elias felt the familiar warmth of magic flow through him, the fatigue in his muscles easing, the weight in his limbs lifting. His body, once so heavy with exhaustion, now felt light and energized, the power of the spell renewing him completely. It was a subtle but potent magic, designed to restore and rejuvenate. And in that moment, it was exactly what he needed.

Lilian's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his as she felt the shift in the air. She looked at him in confusion at first, her lips parting to ask what he had done. But before she could speak, Elias shifted beneath her, his body renewed and ready once more.

This time, he would make sure she was satisfied. Completely.

Lilian's gaze shifted downward, locking onto Elias's Cock. Even though they had just spent what felt like an eternity together, her eyes still widened in awe as she watched it slowly rise, inch by inch, standing to its full length once more. His Cock pulsed with life, raging and hard, as if it had a mind of its own, demanding attention, ready to tear anything apart in its path.

It was as if the magic had not only restored his strength but amplified his desire beyond what either of them could have expected.

She swallowed hard, her eyes tracing the contours of it, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't control. Her body reacted instinctively, a flush spreading across her cheeks as a heat pooled between her legs. Her hands, trembling slightly, reached out as if drawn to it, but she hesitated, her fingers hovering just above his length.

Elias' lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched her, feeling her gaze burn into him, her need almost solid in the air between them.