[CHOICE CONFIRMED: SURRENDER TO THE FANTASY]

The world around Akira blurred. The cold, hard stone floor of the room melted away into soft, silky sheets that wrapped around his body like a warm hug. The air soon smelled strongly of jasmine and arousal, thick and intoxicating.

Lilithia's massive form shifted, shrinking back to her seductive human size, her skin glowing with an otherworldly pink light.

She towered over him still, but now her six arms moved with gentle purpose, her eyes locked on his with triumphant hunger.

"Yes, that's it, little king," she purred, her velvet voice sliding over his skin. "Give in to me. Let the pleasure take you."

Akira's resistance shattered like glass. His body betrayed him, heat pooling in his core as his cock hardened painfully against his jeans. He gasped, unable to fight the wave of desire crashing over him.

"Lilithia... I... I can't..."

"Oh, but you can," she whispered, leaning down. One of her hands, soft and warm, reached out, unzipping his jeans slowly.

Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, stroking it from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his brain. "Feel this. This is what surrender tastes like."

Akira moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip.

Her touch was perfect… too perfect, squeezing just right. Her palm was slick with some magical essence that made every stroke feel like sliding into wet heat.

"More," he breathed, hating himself but craving it. "Please..."

Lilithia laughed softly, her second hand joining the first. This one cupped his balls, rolling them gently, her nails grazing the sensitive skin underneath. "Greedy boy. I like that." She tugged lightly, sending a mix of ache and ecstasy through him, his balls tightening under her expert manipulation.

Her third and fourth hands roamed higher, pushing up what was left of his shirt.

Fingers pinched his nipples, twisting them just hard enough to make him arch off the floor that had somehow gone soft like a mattress. "Look at these," she cooed. "So responsive. Every pinch makes you harder, doesn't it?"

"Yes... fuck, yes," Akira groaned, his chest heaving. The pain from the twists blended with pleasure, his nipples hardening as she rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.

Her fifth hand traced his abs, nails dragging lines of fire across his skin, while the sixth slipped behind him, squeezing his ass cheeks, one finger teasing the cleft. "Your body is mine now," she murmured, leaning in to nip at his ear. "Every inch, every hole, every drop of cum."

The fantasy deepened.

The floor seemed to pulse beneath him, massaging his back as Lilithia's hands worked in perfect sync. Her stroke on his cock sped up, twisting at the head where pre-cum beaded, smearing it down the length.

"Feel how wet you're getting for me," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Your cock is throbbing in my hand, begging to explode."

Akira's mind swam in haze, the pleasure building like a storm.

Her hand on his balls squeezed rhythmically, matching the strokes, while her pinching fingers on his nipples sent sparks down to his groin. "Lilithia... it's too much... I'm gonna..."

"Not yet," she commanded, slowing her pace just enough to edge him. "Tell me you want it. Beg for your queen."

"Please, Lilithia," he panted, his voice breaking. "Make me cum. I need it... I surrender..."

"Good boy." She accelerated again, her grip tightening. The sixth hand pressed a finger against his asshole, circling the rim without entering, teasing the nerves there. "Cum for me now. Fill my hand."

Lilithia's hands kept moving.

She shifted, her body pressing against his. One hand gathered his precum, smearing it over his chest, while another dipped lower, rubbing his perineum. "Feel this spot," she said. "Right here, where it makes your cock twitch again."

Akira gasped as fresh arousal built, his dick hardening impossibly hard. "How...?"

"My gift," she replied. Her pinching hands on his nipples grew rougher, pulling them until he whimpered. "Your body exceeds its here. Endless stamina for endless pleasure."

Her stroking hand resumed, sliding easier now. The sensation was overwhelming… wet, tight, relentless. "Tell me how it feels," she demanded.

"It feels... amazing," Akira admitted, his hips thrusting up. "Your hand on my cock... so warm, so tight. And my balls... fuck, don't stop rubbing them."

She chuckled. "I won't. And these?" She twisted his nipples harder. "Sensitive little things. Every tug makes you leak more."

"Yes... hurts so good," he moaned. "Lilithia... deeper..."

"Greedy," she teased, leaning in to take one of his nipples in her mouth. Stars exploded in his vision as pleasure spiked. "There. That's your spot. Milk it for me."

Akira's orgasm built faster between strokes, rubs, pinch, suck… all in rhythm. "I'm cumming again... oh god..."

"Cum," she ordered. He exploded, cum splattering higher than he had ever, his body shaking.

Lilithia leaned back, admiring her work, her hands still moving slowly. "See? This is paradise. No more fighting. Just us, forever."

Akira lay there, panting, the pleasure clouding his thoughts.

But deep inside, a spark remained. He hadn't fully surrendered. The choice was a trick… a way to get close without her guards up. As she lost herself in the fantasy, gloating over his "broken" form, he waited for the moment.

Her eyes glazed with victory, all six hands focused on pleasuring him, not defending. That's when he struck.

[SYSTEM OVERRIDE: DREAM STATE TEMPORARILY SUSPENDED]

Using the last of his willpower, Akira channeled his essence not into resistance, but acceptance… twisting her power against her.

The surrender option was irreversible for the fantasy, but not for him. Ai had hinted at it earlier: the warning was for the real world, but in her domain, he could flip it.

By "surrendering," he lowered her defenses, letting her pull him into this intimate space where her core was exposed.

"Lilithia," he whispered in a weak but calculated voice. "More... I need to feel you too."

She smiled, oblivious. "Of course, my pet."

As her hands slowed, he moved. One hand grabbed her wrist, the one stroking him, and pulled her closer. "Let me worship you now."

Her guard dropped further, aroused by the idea. "Oh? The king wants to serve?"

"Yes," Akira said, sitting up slowly. His free hand slid between her legs, fingers brushing her slick folds. Her hot and swollen pussy was dripping, the vertical lips parting easily under his touch.

"Mmm," she moaned, her hips shifting. "Touch me there. Feel how wet I am for you."

Akira's fingers circled her clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles. The nub hardened under his thumb, slick with her arousal. "Like this?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes... harder," she demanded, one of her hands guiding his. Her other arms wrapped around him, but loosely now, lost in the sensation.

He dipped two fingers inside her, feeling the tight, velvety walls clench around him. "You're so tight," he murmured, curling them to hit her inner spot. "Squeezing my fingers like you need more."

Lilithia gasped, her body trembling. "Deeper, pet. Make your queen feel good."

Akira obliged, thrusting his fingers in and out, his thumb still on her clit. Her juices coated his hand, the scent filling the air. He leaned in, his mouth hovering near her breast. "What about here?" He latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak.

"Ah! Yes... bite it," she commanded, arching into him.

He nipped gently, then harder, feeling her pussy flutter around his fingers. "You're dripping all over me," he said between sucks. "So ready."

"Keep going," she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. "Don't stop..."

Akira added a third finger, stretching her wider and picking up his pace. Her breaths came in pants, her six arms clutching him tighter, but still not attacking. She was lost in the foreplay, her core pulsing closer to exposure.

"Deeper, pet," Lilithia moaned, her hips grinding against his palm. "Stretch me... make me feel full."

"Yes, my queen," Akira replied, feigning submission, buying time as he felt her barriers weaken.

He curled his three fingers inside her, rubbing the spongy ridge of her G-spot with firm pressure. Each stroke made her inner muscles flutter, squeezing him rhythmically. "Your pussy is so wet... gripping me like it never wants to let go."

She gasped, one of her six hands clutching his shoulder, nails digging in. "That's because it doesn't. Finger me harder, make me drip more."

Akira obliged, thrusting his fingers faster, the wet squelching sounds echoing in the chamber.

Her labia swelled under his touch, the wet folds parting wider as he added a fourth finger, stretching her entrance. The heat from her core travelled up his arm, her vaginal walls giving way but still firm, feeling soft like velvet and ridged with texture that rubbed against his skin.

"Ah! Yes... four fingers... you're filling me up," Lilithia panted, her body trembling.

Her other hands roamed his body, one stroking his still-hard cock absentmindedly, while another pinched his nipple sharply. "But I want more. Give me your whole hand, mortal. Fist me... make my cunt ache for you."

Akira's heart raced, but he kept his cool. This was the opening… her defenses were down, and her core was exposed. "You sure you can handle it?" he teased, twisting his fingers inside her, feeling her pussy contract in waves.

"Insolent... but yes," she hissed, her hips bucking. "Do it. Fist your queen's greedy hole."

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