Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil Merchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Library, Study Room
MayMay had put off making a decision until it was made for her. Yet she was taken aback by Wyatt's sudden move. Instinctively, she wanted to push him away, but she was suddenly petrified, feeling his lips on hers. It wasn't because she had suddenly developed some kind of uncontrollable sexual desire for Wyatt-her body wasn't capable of such feelings. Pixies, especially Elder Pixies, weren't wired that way. The reason MayMay was paralyzed in the embrace of an unknown demon grandmaster, despite being a ruler-class being, was due to an instinctive fear ingrained in her soul's very pathways-her natural defense against their race's only predator. Though Wyatt's camouflage fooled her mind, her body knew. It recognized the predator up close. But since MayMay's mind didn't, the communication between her body and mind broke down, leaving her frozen in his embrace as he pressed his lips against hers.
When her mind finally caught up, the ignorant MayMay, fooled by her predator's disguise, misinterpreted her body's instinctive fear and the gratifying relief it felt for very second it wasn't being unharmed and alive. She mistook it as a new, unfamiliar emotion. The blend of primal fear and the overwhelming relief of still being alive gave birth to a rush and pleasure unlike any she had ever known.
As an Elder Pixie, incapable of experiencing the passion shared by two consensual partners but craving to understand it, MayMay misunderstood the pleasure and rush that arose from her body's instinctive fear of her predator and appreciation for every other second she got to live in embrace. She believed it to be the same passionate pleasure she had read about in the books. Each second she spent in Wyatt's arms, unscathed, only caused her misconception to spread to body too. But impossible for a few seconds of pleasure and rush to erase its inherent fear.
'Is this it?' she wondered. 'It doesn't feel like it was described in the books. Is it because I'm too passive?' Determined, MayMay actively began applying all the knowledge of kissing she had studied over the past year and a half.
Wyatt, careful not to come on too strong and risk spooking her, was startled when MayMay's tongue parted his lips and forced its way into his mouth. Her lips locked perfectly with his, creating an airtight seal through which their saliva mingled. Her sudden and aggressive participation caught Wyatt off guard, but he quickly refocused on the prize.
MayMay diligently followed every instruction from her books, yet the passionate rush she sought still cluded her. She felt a strange pleasure from her body, but it wasn't what she expected after reading the books. Just as she began to doubt the books' descriptions as exaggeration, she tasted a sweetness in Wyatt's saliva. It was refreshing and deeply satisfying. Her entire being craved for more. Chasing that sweetness, she aggressively sucked on Wyatt's mouth as if she wanted to drain his mouth dry of every last drop of all saliva.
While MayMay aggressively participated in the kiss, seeking the passionate pleasure described in the books she had read, Wyatt decided it was time to give her a free sample of his product. He discreetly diluted a tiny drop of his Primordial World Calamity Tree's oil-the source of its irresistible fragrance-with their mingled saliva, letting MayMay do the rest. Oblivious to his trap, she innocently swallowed their mingled saliva, experiencing the singular greatest pleasure of her life.
Wyatt was careful and subtle in feeding her the oil diluted with their mingled saliva, having already witnessed the Elder Pixies' strong instincts during their first. encounter. His trick worked perfectly. MayMay mistakenly interpreted the sweetness in Wyatt's saliva, which delivered unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction, as the result of their intimate and passionate kiss, just as described in her books.
Even though the Primordial World Calamity Tree's oil was heavily diluted, it still had a profound effect. Once the oil was in her system MayMay's defenses crumbled one by one, and she became entranced. She had no idea what she had tasted, why she felt the way she did, nor did she care-she only wanted more, awaking a monstrous craving. To satisfy it she would even devour Wyatt hole to if she felt it was the efficient way to do so.
Unconsciously, while kissing Wyatt, MayMay pressed herself against him. When she couldn't go any deeper in his embrace, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She clung to him, aggressively kissing him, tangling her tongue with his, and thirstily sucking their mingled saliva. Her wings fluttered in delight as she diligently applied all the kissing techniques she had studied, hoping to extract even more of the addictive sweetness from his mouth.
MayMay's technique was so effective that, for a brief moment, Wyatt forgot his priorities and began to enjoy himself. His hands wandered downward, past her hips, firmly grabbing her ample ass checks, trying to fit as much as his palms could he dug his fingers into them.
Meanwhile, MayMay's fingers wove through his hair, pulling his head back. She climbed on him, her face now above his, she kissed him harder. Wyatt assisted her by lifting her plump ass higher, giving her the advantage she needed to pull off this kissing trick. In the face of MayMay's vast knowledge of kissing techniques from across the myriad realms, even Wyatt's past experience paled. He became the student, following MayMay's lead diligently.
As the two lost themselves in the pleasure, MayMay's entranced body, mind, and soul began to associate Wyatt's figure, embrace, touch, warmth, bodily fluids, and etc with pure satisfaction and pleasure. She unconsciously confused these sensations with the primal craving her race felt for their natural predator-the World Calamity Tree's fragrance. Unwittingly, Wyatt was using his tree's oil to condition MayMay's body, mind, and soul as planned.
In this way, whenever she was in Wyatt's presence, everything about him-his figure, scent, touch, and taste-would trigger the memory of the pleasure she experienced from tasting the Primordial World Tree's oil mixed with their mingled saliva. It would awaken her primal craving for it, ensuring that she would always yearn for Wyatt.