Melody's temptation

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(c) 2020, by P.D. Vile
Back in 2020, the 3D CGI artist Bobuzi posted a series of renders on Lolicit and challenged me to write captions for them. But short and to the point is not my strong suit, so it became a full story.
Sadly, lolicit is gone. I have to assume that the renders are gone as well. But I at least had a copy of the story, that I will now repost here, to resurrect it from lolicit’s ashes. I hope you’ll enjoy!

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Melody's temptation

(A short story, written by P.D. Vile and based on pictures created by Bobuzi.)

"Dear mister P.D. Vile. This is a challenge".

I blinked but the words were really there. "Dear mister P.D. Vile". Not on my anonymous Protonmail account, but on my real mail account.
Damn. Had I been careless? How had they found out? And who the hell were "they" anyway?
I quickly returned my attention to the mail.

"Dear mister P.D. Vile. This is a challenge.
Your reward, should you pass the challenge, will be amazing. But the consequences of failure will be dire.
Will you accept the challenge?"

Followed by a date, a time, and an address. Nothing more.
I clicked the reply button.

"You didn't tell me anything about what the challenge is. How can I weigh the risks this way?"

Mere seconds later I got a new message.

"Isn't it much more fun to not know? Just accept, and you'll find out soon enough."

"What if I refuse?" I mailed back.

The reply was clear: "I know your real identity. Are you really going to chance refusing?"

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Two days later, at the specified time, I found the address and knocked the door. It opened by itself and as I got in, the door closed behind me. In front of me was another door, and a written sign.
"Strip naked, then pass through this door."
I sighed again. It's not like I had any choice.

Completely naked, I pushed open the door and stepped through. I didn't know what to expect. But what I saw defied all possible expectations.
A girl. A young girl. I estimated her to be 11, maybe 12. A cute, round face, dark red hair, and eyes to drown in. She wore blue skinny jeans and a girly pink t-shirt, covering a slight swell in the chest area.
"Hello," she said, in a sweet voice, "Welcome, mister Vile. I am Melody. And you ..."

She pause, as she grabbed a sword from the wall in one hand, took an apple in the other, then threw the apple in the air.
Swish, swish. Two flicks of her wrist. Two sword movements that were too fast for my eye. The four quarters of an apple that fell to the floor were exactly equal in size.
"... are going to do EXACTLY as I say," she finished.

There was no threat in her voice. She didn't need to.
I swallowed heavily.
"Of course, Melody. What is your wish?"

She giggled, a delightful childish giggle. If not for her sword and my uncomfortable nudity, I could easily have taken a liking to the girl.
"Well, we're supposed to do a challenge, right? Here's your fist challenge."
She turned her back to me, showing me her wonderful buttocks, nicely accentuated by the tight jeans. And then she took a step back, pressing her back against my abdomen. I felt the warmth and softness of her buttocks against my limp manhood. Despite the situation, I felt blood flow down there. But then, all of a sudden, her blade touched my throat. Instinctively I grabbed her waist to stop her, but I knew that I was too late, and that she herself had made sure to only just touch me there.
"Don't get any thoughts, mister Vile. Here's your challenge. You are going to rest your other hand right on top of my breast. And you are going to make sure that I don't feel ANYTHING poking me down there!"

I gulped again. Thinking of the cold steel against my throat helped. And I tried hard to think about my mother in law, as my right hand felt the soft flesh of a just developing mound.
"Very well. Now make me feel good. Massage my little underage tittie, just as you always describe in your stories."
I closed my eyes, pictured my mother in law again, as I started to knead that delicious bump.
"Eyes open! Look at us in the mirror! Watch how my you play with my budding breast!"

It was incredibly difficult to not get hard. But I knew she was serious. I didn't think she would kill me, but she would definitely hurt me. Badly. So I kept my mind focused on other things, as my hand mechanically rubbed Melody's developing titty. I saw her face change, as I rubbed harder, played with her sensitive nipple. Her hips started to gyrate. Her buttocks, pressed hard against my soft dick, moved and massaged my most sensitive place. Her whole body started to shake and tremble with pleasure. Except her left hand. Somehow, she managed to keep her left hand, and the sword, completely still, as she enjoyed my illicit massage.
I admired her self control. And envied it. As the movement of her so sexy ass against my dick intensified, I felt that I could no longer contain myself. I felt blood flow towards my groin, fill my member, make it longer, thicker, harder. No matter how hard I tried to will it down, my other head slowly but surely rose to attention.

"Aha! I felt you!" Melody exclaimed, as she freed herself from my touch and swirled around, looking directly at my inflated member for confirmation.
I prepared myself for punishment. But instead, Melody glanced at the wall clock, then smiled.
"Almost six minutes. Well done, mister Vile. The challenge was to last for two. You surpassed my expectations. So let's see how you fare on the next challenge."
The next? I gulped. I was not sure if I could handle more.

"Kneel," she commanded.
She positioned herself in front of me. Only her blade separated us.
"I'm getting a bit hot," she said, as her free hand lifted the hem of her shirt to just above her belly button. I felt my dick twitch at seeing her cute innie belly button, and the soft girly skin on her flat stomach.
"Can you help me take this off? You handle the back, please."
I slid one hand under her shirt, savoring he chance to feel the perfect smoothness of her skin. But as my other hand approached her buttocks, I felt how the sword cut off a few of my beard hairs.
"Did I ask you to touch my ass?"
And yet, at the same time, I felt how she deliberately brushed her leg against my still erect cock.
"This one looks and feels nice, though. I like it!"
So did I. But I didn't dare say it out loud. Not that I needed to. The throbbing and spasming of my dick, and my heavy breathing, were clear enough.

Suddenly she lifted the front of her shirt higher, and I was treated to my first unobstructed view of her beautiful little buds. They were even better than I had ever imagined them to be.
"Would you like to touch them? Would you like to rub them a bit more?"
I eagerly moved my hand up, and almost lost my pinky finger.
"I asked a question, I didn't give permission," Melody intoned harshly, "so now you've lost your chance. Back to seeing but not touching for you, mister pervert!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, but Melody had already turned around.
"Time to get rid of the shirt. You're going to help me. But you better not touch my breasts!"
I tentatively held her lower, by her stomach, ready to retreat if that was off limits too. But Melody's content sigh was all the permission I needed to gently massage her belly, as my other hand lifted the short over this gorgeous preteen's head.

As I gently slid her shirt over her arms, taking care not to bump into her sword arm, Melody suddenly started to laugh.
"What?" I asked.
"I just realized, if I accidentally drop my sword now, it's only going to cut off a very small part of you."
"Not that small!" I objected, but Melody didn't hear it as she almost collapsed in a fit of laughter.
"Oh, you looked so scared as I said that! Scared and offended at the same time. No worries, mister Vile. I'm not going to cut anything off. As long as you keep the challenge."

"So there's more challenge?"
"Oh, yes! " Melody replied, as she opened the button and zipper of her jeans. I noticed that her panties were light blue and laced. And gorgeous. I felt my dick twitch again. Noticed a drop of precum drizzle out.
And then I had the point of her sword against my throat.
"Did I give you permission to spill fluids?"
I shook my head, no.
"I'm going to take off my pants now. Because I want to. And you are going to watch. Because I like seeing in your eyes, and somewhere else," (her eyes flicked down, then up again), "how you adore me. But you're not going to spill any fluids. Or else I will spill your fluids."

She turned her back to me, as she pushed her tight jeans down.
"Do you like my buttocks, mister Vile? Lift your hand. Bring them close. I want to feel the warmth of your hand. But no touching!"
God, her ass was so beautiful.
"I'm sure you would like to kiss my buttocks, wouldn't you mister Vile? Kiss them and lick them, right? Too bad you can't."

Her pants dropped to the floor and she kicked them in a corner. Then turned back to face me again.
"Hmmm, I love seeing how hard I make you, mister Vile. You really like seeing my preteen body, don't you? You liked my ass. And you like my boobs. They only just started to grow but you want to play with them. Right?"
I nodded. My mouth was dry. I was excited and horny and afraid for dear life, in equal measures. I did not know what she'd do next. Nor what I hoped she'd do next.

"You can play with them, mister Vile. It felt nice earlier. Do it again. Make me feel good. Perhaps you can even make me cum, just by playing with my breasts?"
I extended a hand. And then I suddenly felt a foot on my manhood.
"Mind if I play with this for a while? Just, remember, no orgasm, hmmm? Not even if I do have one."
Her toes curled around my foreskin and playfully moved it up and down. I focused hard on pleasuring her pretty breasts, while trying to ignore her footjob. My mother in law was no longer sufficient, I tried hard to recall how my grandfather had looked. And even so I felt myself come close to orgasm multiple times. It was almost as if Melody sensed it too, and took pity on me. Whenever I was close, she slowed down. Then sped up again when I had calmed down.
I kept rubbing her small tits, and leaned in to kiss them and lick around the pointy nipples. I heard her breathing increase. Felt her body tense. And then her foot went back to the floor, her non-sword hand grabbed my shoulder for support, and she shuddered as I gave her an orgasm.

"Thanks," Melody whispered, "that was awesome."
And then she turned around, slipped a hand in her panties, and pulled.
"As a reward, you can now look at my ass even closer. Do you like what you see?"
"Yes," I croaked.
"If you could do whatever you wanted, what would you do with my ass right now? Answer honestly."
"Honestly? If you would allow me, I would kiss your buttocks until they are all slippery. I would then dive my nose in your cleft and gently probe that gorgeous puckered hole with my tongue. I'd keep pushing and keep adding spit, until I can push it in. And while doing that, my hands would play with your breasts. And, if you want it, with your vagina. You are such a gorgeous girl, I can't think of anything better to do then to make you cum, over and over again."
"And would you stick your hard dick up my ass too, mister P.D. Pervert?"
"Only if you ask me to, Melody. And that's not because of your sword. I'd never do anything you don't want anyway. But if you asked me to, if you wanted to, then I'd love to have my hard dick in your ass."

"Sucks for you then," she smiled as she turned back around, "because I'm not asking you to."
I smiled back at her.
"If you're not asking to, then I don't want to. Just seeing your beauty, having been allowed to touch your cute titties, knowing I just made you orgasm ... that's all I need to be the happiest man on earth!"
"And yet I think I can make you even happier!"
And before I knew it, Melody stuck the sword in her own panties, miraculously not even leaving a scratch on her delicate skin.
One quick swish, and the fabric tore open, falling useless to the floor and exposing her delicate preteen treasure to my hungry eyes.
It was simply stunning. Her mons was smooth and soft and totally hairless. Beneath that was the most delicate slit you can imagine, decently closed, hiding her treasures between her moist outer lips.

"Now tell me more. What would you do with this, mister Vile? Image there's no sword, what would you do?"
"I would do what you want, dear Melody. Only what you want. And everything you want."
"Not what you want, mister Vile?"
"Only if you want it too. But if you want me to give you some ideas, I can do that. If you would want to, I would touch you there. Stroke your soft skin. Slip my finger through your slit, until I find your clitoris, and then I would rub it and play with it until you need to rest from too many orgasms. After you rest, I would kiss you there, and lick you. I'd suck on your clitoris. I might even, if you want to, and if you're not a virgin, put a finger in there. Or two. And make you cum on my tongue and my fingers."
"And if I am a virgin, then what? Would you take it?"
"Take it? Never. But I would gracefully accept it if you offered, and do my best to not make it hurt, and make it nice and good for you."
"Would you fuck me?"
God, such a cute preteen, saying such adult words. What a turn-on.
"Again, only if you want to."
"But what about you, mister Vile. How about your pleasure? Don't you want to cum?"
"Pleasuring you is the highest pleasure I can imagine, dear Melody. And yes, I'll need to cum. You have me so hard for so long already, I'll soon need to cum real hard. But I would never force that on you. I can masturbate later, if you don't want me to cum now."

Melody smiled.
"I'm not sure if you mean it, or if you're saying what you think I want to hear. But we'll test it. Here's your next challenge!"
And then she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her lips against mine, and we kissed. Oh, God, how we kissed.
Our breathing became one. Our tongues dueled. Now in her mouth, then in mine, then back in hers, in an ancient dance without choreography. She pressed her soft bumps against my chest. I felt her moist pussy against my belly. I wrapped my arms around her as I heard the sword clatter on the floor. One hand stroked her back, another hand alternated between touching, stroking and kneading first her left buttock, then her right, then her left again.
Her hand stroked my neck, my hair. Her other hand went down, found her own moist sex, and I felt how her body started to squirm more and more intense as she fingered herself to a huge orgasm, without ever breaking our kiss.

She looked down. My dick was throbbing. It was leaking precum. But I had not orgasmed. It was still hard.
"Wow. Your stamina is outstanding!"
"Thanks."

And then she grabbed my hand and led me to a mattress.
"Lie down, mister Vile. You passed the test. Now it's time for your reward."
And without any hesitation, she straddled me, grabbed my pulsing hardness, pointed it up, and lowered herself on me. I felt the tightness of her underage vagina give way as first the tip, then my entire length gradually disappeared into her young body.

"So now you know," she panted, as she started to move up and down, "I was not a virgin."
I tried to respond but couldn't. I had to focus on holding back. Every vein, every nerve, every molecule in my body wanted to cum. Wanted to unleash spurt after spurt of my sticky cum in the welcoming womb of this immature and so sensual child.
But I knew she deserved more. i wanted to make sure she had a chance to cum on me before I did.
So I gritted my teeth and enjoyed the feeling, while at the same time fighting the consequence of that enjoyment, as she rode me with a vigor.
Her body tensed. She came, hard. I felt the orgasm ripple through her tight vagina. I saw her little titties stand to attention as she arched her back. I felt the fluids drip out of her cunny, on my ballsack.
"Yes," she groaned, "more. More of that."

More?
I sighed. She wanted more. I'd make sure she had more.
So we switched positions, and now I rode her, missionary style, until she came again. And then we changed to doggy, allowing me to enter her even deeper, and she had another orgasm, as I rode her deep, while at the same time fingering her clit and stroking her breasts.

And then she lied down. I saw the exhaustion. I saw her content smile.
So I spooned her, and held her, as she slept.

I was still hard. I still needed to cum. Badly.
I knew I could have just put it in her. She was so exhausted, she probably wouldn't even notice. But I would know, forever know, how I betrayed her trust.
Or I could get out of bed, and wank off somewhere in a corner. But she was sleeping so peacefully. So happy to be held by me. If I pulled my hand from under her head, I'd wake her.
I lay awake for a long time. Just enjoying her closeness. But finally I drifted off.

The next morning, we woke up at the same time.
"Morning, beauty," I said, "and thanks for the most wonderful experience in my life."
"You think?" Melody smiled. "You really think so?"
I nodded.
"Here's the thing. The real test? The real challenge? That was tonight, when I slept. And you took no advantage of me. NOW you have really passed the test, P.D. So now is your time to have your orgasm. Where do you want to leave your first load? My mouth? My cunt? My ass? Now that you have proved yourself, I am all yours. For today, and for forever."
I didn't reply. All my blood had instantaneously rushed down again as I heard her words, and I needed time to produce a coherent thought.
"Oh, and you better decide quickly. I invited some school friends that would really like to know you and they'll be here in an hour."

THE END