Society for Essence Release and Health Optimization
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 18
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Rock and Flower, prince and princess of Orinova, were betrothed as children in an arranged marriage and raised together to ensure a successful union. Now grown, they must confront a mysterious evil that has arisen in the mountains, hidden for centuries. Its cause and power are unknown. Only their courage, training, and bond can save the realm from the darkness that threatens all.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Fiction Sharing Cream Pie First Oral Sex
Rock woke up first. He opened his eyes and after blinking away the crusties, he rolled over and reached for his wife. His hardness led the way as he moved to pull her close. He snuggled his nose into her hair and inhaled her scent. The smell of her hair woke him up, then realized that she didn’t smell the same. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman next to him. Her hair was darker brown and her body felt smaller. This was not his wife.
“Celeste.” he said, moving closer to her and rubbing her back.
“Hmm.” she said, then twisted around to look Rock in the face. “Hi.” she said, a smile breaking out on her face. She moved closer to Rock and crawled on top of him. As she moved, the wetness between her legs as well as the arousal that went along with it reminded her of why she was there and what her ‘job’ was this morning.
She kissed him as he wrapped his around her body, she was soft, warm and so feminine. As they kissed, she flexed her pelvis trying to get his hardness into position at her opening. She managed to get him into position and then with a happy sigh, moved to take his hardness all the way into her body. He bottomed out in her and he sighed.
“Celeste, I know you are my Seraph, but that really feels good you know?” he said, holding her close.
“Yes sir, I know and I am glad to be of service to you.” she said, then started to flex her pelvis moving just enough to pleasure herself as well as Rock.
She rose up just a little bit, using her arms to hold her torso up, and started to move pushing and pulling Rock’s hardness in and out of her body. Rock pulled her down, and kissed her. He added his tongue to the kiss, their passions rising. Rock held her steady and started to thrust his hips instead of Celeste doing all the work. His hips were making contact with her body and the base of his hardness was hitting her just right. She opened her mouth, her eyes closing, and she arched her back as the feelings built up in her body.
“Come for me Celeste. Let it all go.” Rock said, as he pumped in and out of her body.
Her breathing increased as Rock’s effort increased until she finally released it all and exploded in ecstasy, crying out.
“AAAUUUGGHHH!!”
Celeste finally recovered from her ecstasy and looked down at Rock. “Did you release your essence? I didn’t feel it.” she admitted.
“Not yet.”
“Then, use me Rock.” she said, bracing herself as Rock started to thrust into Celeste.
He thrusted into her body for a short time until he found his release and injected his essence into Celete’s body. She smiled, she felt it that time. She relaxed against him and went back to kissing him.
Rock was breathing hard, a bit of sweat was on his body, as he recovered from his exertion. “Oh that is much better.” he said, then pulled her down for a kiss. Celeste kissed him back, not moving off of his manhood. It felt really good in her, and she didn’t want to lose that feeling.
“I hate to break this up, but I have to get to the throne room, my father and I have meetings for most of the day today and I want to kiss my wife before I leave.” he said, hinting that he needed to get out from under her and get on with his day.
She groaned as his hardness slipped out of her body bringing with it some of his essence. She felt it and moved to close her legs trying to capture as much of his essence as possible for the society. “Rock, would you hand me my robe?” Celeste asked as he rose from the bed and moved toward the shower room.
He nodded and reached for the robe. His fingers brushed against a hidden pocket, and he paused, feeling something hard tucked inside. Curious, he opened the robe and carefully explored the concealed compartment.
“Celeste, what am I feeling in your robe?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Nothing, Your Highness,” she replied, rising from the bed and moving toward him. “Just a simple vial from the Society. It’s nothing.”
“Show me,” he said, holding out the robe, leaving her no room to refuse.
For the first time in her life, Celeste felt fear. This was the prince—the heir to the throne. If he were displeased, confinement awaited her, and with it, the end of her ability to collect essence—essentially a death sentence.
With trembling hands, she opened the hidden pocket, removed the vial, and handed it to him.
Rock examined the small glass container, popped the top, and upended it. It was empty. “What is this for?” he asked, holding it before her face, giving her no opportunity to deceive him.
“I am to collect some of your essence and report back to the Society,” she admitted. “It is my duty as a Seraph.”
“What do they do with it?”
“I don’t know, Your Highness. Please, Rock, don’t be mad.” Her voice quavered.
Rock’s gaze swept over her naked form, clutching the robe to her chest, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Finally, he relented. “Fine. Show me.”
Celeste relaxed slightly. She took the vial, placed it between her legs, and allowed some of his essence to collect inside. Using a finger to gather the remainder, she sealed the vial and carefully returned it to her robe. “See? That’s it,” she said, attempting to pull the robe back on.
Rock stepped forward, pressing his body to hers. His strong arms prevented her escape, and he leaned close to her ear. “Are you lying to me?”
Shaking her head, she denied any wrongdoing.
“How often have you done this?”
“I do it for every man I’m with,” she admitted. “The first essence is the most important, but your request for a Seraph while your wife recovers ... I was told to gather another sample. I don’t know why, sir.”
“Who do you give the sample to?”
“The boss. I don’t know his name.”
Rock moved to the other side of her, whispering into her ear, “Find out.”
Celeste trembled, caught between fear and a strange, rising ecstasy. She quickly agreed to his command.
“Good,” he said, releasing her. “Now come along and wash my back before you must leave.”
Relief flooded her as she nearly stumbled but regained her balance, removing her robe and joining him in the shower room. The hot water and soap washed away her fear for the moment, leaving only a shared intimacy as they bathed together.
Celeste left the castle, keeping her composure as she walked through the town toward the Society hall. Could she disobey the prince, or confront the boss of the Society? Neither seemed a good choice; both carried consequences.
At the front counter, she retrieved the vial from the hidden pocket of her robe and waited.
“Hi Celeste. What do you have for me?” asked the woman behind the counter.
Celeste handed over the vial. The woman examined it, slid it into a plastic holder, and sent it spinning through a pneumatic tube.
“Where does that go?” Celeste asked, attempting a casual tone.
The older woman tilted her head. “Why do you ask? You’ve worked here for years.”
“I never really thought about it before. I’m just taking a moment to look around before I return to the prince,” Celeste said.
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