How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

‘I-It’s my turn now…’

It first started with a kiss.

Just a soft one—barely a touch.

But it sent a ripple down her spine.

Then came a curious sniff.

Rose leaned in, nose brushing close, letting the warm scent of Riley’s shaft flood into her senses.

And for the first time, she understood… what the scent of love and womanhood really was.

‘It smells… weird,’

She whispered under her breath, dazed.

But it wasn’t a bad smell—it was just raw.

Musky.

Deep.

It held Snow’s scent, Riley’s scent, something warm and earthy and real.

And to her surprise, it wasn’t so different from her own.

That same heat.

That same wet, aching feeling between her thighs… her body was making it too.

Her lower abdomen clenched.

Squelch…!

A rush of wetness pooled between her legs as her body anticipated it—that thick, heavy thing entering her… stretching her… filling her.

Her breath shivered.

Then, slowly, carefully, her tongue slipped out.

She licked.

At first, just a timid taste—like testing ice cream for the first time.

But it wasn’t cold.

It was thick. Warm. Salty and sweet, and coated with something that almost made her head spin.

Her tongue danced around the tip, flicking softly, teasing every inch she could reach.

She looked up—and her heart skipped.

Riley’s face.

He was flushed. Vulnerable. Eyes half-lidded. Breathing heavy.

He looked cute.

It was the first time she had seen him like this—eyes melting in pleasure, body twitching from her touch.

That alone made her want to tease him more.

To play with him.

To take control.

But her body had other plans.

She was already soaked.

Already shaking.

Already begging.

After licking the full length of his shaft, cleaning him with slow, loving strokes, her head moved down again—this time on instinct.

Squelch—!

“Ha….!”

Rose gasped.

Her lips closed around his cock, and she swallowed him deep—deeper than even she expected.

Her throat tightened around his girth, and the taste exploded across her tongue: a mix of heat and musk.

Something in her chest flickered.

A bright, shining color filled her world. It was like a sunrise after a lifetime of gray skies.

Riley’s light—the warmth of him—pierced right through her.

She sucked.

She sipped.

She moved slowly at first, then faster—pulling him in with her lips, pushing her tongue around the base, making sure to swallow every inch of him.

Every vein.

Every twitch.

It wasn’t just lust anymore.

She wanted to love him through this.

To taste all of him. To show him how much she had wanted this—how long she had craved this.

Wet, breathy sounds filled the room as her mouth worked hungrily, eagerly, lovingly.

“Haah….!”

The pleasure was overwhelming—even for Riley.

Her mouth was heaven.

The heat, the suction, the slick slide of her tongue wrapping and dancing around him with every slow pull—it was almost too good.

Her throat hugged him like a tight tunnel, smooth and impossibly warm.

The way her lips sealed around him, the barely-there brush of her teeth, the swirl of her tongue as if she were tracing every ridge—it made his whole body ache for more.

It wasn’t just skill. It was hunger.

Rose moved like she’d done this before, but Riley knew—this was her first time.

And yet… she sucked him with the kind of desperate passion a woman might have after starving for days.

Each bob of her head, each slurp and swallow, made him feel like he was being devoured—claimed.

His breath stuttered.

His hips twitched.

He couldn’t hold back.

Slowly, his hands moved—one resting gently at the back of her head, fingers threading into her golden hair.

Even though she was already taking him so well, even though the pleasure was nearly blinding—

It wasn’t enough.

“I need more,”

“Hmm…?” Rose’s muffled sound vibrated around his shaft.

And then—

“Eguack—!”

She didn’t have time to react.

Riley gripped her head tighter and gently pushed forward—his cock sliding deeper, pressing past her throat.

Her eyes widened, a sudden choking gasp escaped her as her lips were forced right against his base.

Her breath caught.

But she didn’t pull away.

Tears welled slightly in the corners of her eyes, and her fingers dug into the bedsheets—but she didn’t stop.

The more he pushed, the more her throat tried to adapt, the tighter it became.

She looked up at him through a haze of tears and flushed cheeks, her mouth stretched wide, her jaw trembling.

Riley froze for a second, guilt flickering in his eyes.

Should I stop? he wondered. Is it too much for her?

But then she moved.

On her own.

Her hands gripped his thighs as she resumed the motion—sucking, swirling, swallowing, pushing past the discomfort like it fueled her.

The pain only seemed to drive her deeper into the act, like it turned her on more.

She began bobbing her head slowly, adjusting to his size, her throat clenching and relaxing in waves.

“Ah… fuck…” Riley hissed through his teeth.

She was incredible.

Not just because of how tight or warm she was—but because of the way she gave herself so fully.

Eventually, their movements became more erratic—yet perfectly in sync.

The slower Rose sucked, the slower Riley moved his hips, matching her pace like a silent conversation between their bodies.

Every time her lips tightened, his hips responded with a slow, deep thrust, coaxing more pleasure from her mouth with each pass. It was hypnotic.

Even though Riley was drowning in pleasure, he knew he couldn’t push her too hard—not yet.

So he set the rhythm himself. Gradually. Firmly.

Giving her just enough time to adjust between every deeper motion.

Her mouth was slick, warm, coated with spit and pre-cum.

Her lips glistened.

Her tongue curled around him with every slow suck.

It was messy. Raw. Perfect. And it only pulled him deeper into the moment.

“Rose…” Riley grunted, his voice tight with restraint.

She didn’t stop.

Not once.

Despite the size, despite the difficulty, she welcomed him.

Her body shook slightly, but her will never faltered.

Riley couldn’t even tell if she was breathing through her nose or not—but from the dazed, hungry look in her eyes, he figured she didn’t care.

And then—he lost control.

With one final, deep push, Riley gripped her golden hair and thrust his cock all the way in—his tip pressing against the very back of her throat.

“Nnngh…!”

White-hot seed spilled down her throat in thick pulses.

“Oughck—! Gkgh…!”

Weird little choking noises escaped her as her eyes rolled up slightly, overwhelmed by the flood.

But Rose held him there, swallowing greedily, forcing herself to drink every last drop.

Her throat worked rhythmically, milking him for more, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“Haah…! Haaah…!”

Cough…!

“Ah—”

Rose gasped, finally pulling back just enough to breathe.

A small cough escaped her—but even then, she pressed her lips together, determined not to let any of his cum spill out.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed, her eyes dazed and sparkling from the rush of it all.

Riley slowly pulled out, his shaft leaving her mouth with a wet sound, coated in spit and traces of what she had just swallowed.

She stayed there—kneeling on the bed, mouth open slightly, tongue peeking out.

The sight of her like that, flushed and full of his release, made Riley’s heart tremble in more ways than one….

She looked up at him.

Eyes hazy, lips wet, a proud glint behind the exhaustion and pleasure.

He reached out, gently stroking her hair.

“Good girl…”

She leaned into his touch, still panting lightly, her throat still tingling, but her smile was real—pure satisfaction written all over her face.

Just looking at her—flushed, dazed, caught in the haze of lust—Riley felt whatever exhaustion he’d had melt away.

He’d already come twice, but something about Rose, laid out like that and barely able to think straight, stirred him back to life.

His body responded fast.

His cock was already stiffening again.

Maybe it was his physical stats—flickering in his veins—but he knew that alone wasn’t what pulled him back into this.

No, it was her.

The way she looked at him.

The way her body called to his.

Rose looked like she could barely move, but between her thighs, her slit was glistening, still aching, still waiting for him.

She wasn’t done.

And she wouldn’t be until he penetrated her today.

Riley took a deep breath.

He tapped into the last bit of his mana—just enough to sharpen himself, to push past the edge of exhaustion.

It wouldn’t hold forever, but it didn’t have to.

Just enough to be hard again.

Just enough to give her what she needed.

He knew this round might knock him out cold.

But Rose had just given everything she had for him.

Now it was his turn.

He leaned in, touching her chin gently, lifting her eyes to his.

She blinked up at him, breath hitching.

He ran his fingers along her cheek.

Her blush deepened.

Her lips parted just slightly.

His hands slid lower.

Down her neck.

Over her chest.

With one smooth motion, he unhooked her bra—snapping the clasp and letting the straps fall away.

The soft cardigan she wore slipped back, her underwear tumbling off with it.

Her breasts spilled free—perfect, full, untouched by anything but him.

They swayed gently with her breath, and as he cupped them, Rose shivered beneath his hands.

He squeezed, firm but careful, brushing his thumbs across her nipples.

“Hnng~”

“Hahng~”

Her moans slipped out without her even meaning to, soft and desperate.

Riley grinned slightly.

She was truly his right now.

“Rose. Turn around…”

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