The added lubrication made smoother, and steadier Naylyn’s hand motion, tortuously stroking Vurckair’s veiny cock.
Hunger ablazed in her gaze; Lethargically leaning down; Her aqua-green eyes still locked on the young man’s seasoned face.
Vurckair noticed the intention, touching Naylyn’s chin before the damsel’s tongue swiped away the precum bead over the bulbous head.
Her hanged tongue, along tha puzzled reaction made her look goofily silly. ’Did i made a mistake?. He doesn’t seem displeased...’
"Adorable..."
Embarrassnt filled Naylyn; Her cheeks blushed so fast, and bright, they felt like scorching glass.
"Don’t rush, Nalune. Besides. There is a step before..."
’Is there a protocol to follow?!. Why i’m finding out just now!. This is important for an integral developnt as a person. We should receive adequate etiquette and technique during our educational training!.’
Naylyn mind was clouded with redundant ideas that had the sa inconvenient; Her lack of experience.
’Why am i complicating this?. Vurckair will correct if i do anything wrong. I should relax and rely on his body language, expressions, or commands.’
With a new conclusion acquired; Naylyn let Vurckair’s gentle gesture guide her to stood up.
Not fast, nor slow, shortening the distance with steady rhythm; His fingers danced across the smooth skin of Naylyn’s chin, towards her delicate neck, grasping it roughly.
A surge of pleasure weakend the damsel’s legs, losing all strength on her knees, maintaining her position solely because she is being chokeholded.
’What was that?!. Vurckair just grabbed , and... I... I surrendered to him!. This is dangerous. I could get addicted to him.’
{What in Fettiyio?!. Naylyn didn’t submitted to . I held her, and she got subdued}
Both were correct, and could understand more if they read the notifications.
Strengthening her resolution, Naylyn moved with a tentative, tad approach; Awkwardly puffing out her moistened lips, clumsily pecking Vurckair.
Ashad, she tried to retreat, but couldn’t, the young man’s grip got tenser, nigh constraining.
By pure reflex, she gasped, leaving her mouth totally unprotected.
An imdiate assault erupted; Vurckair’s tongue delved in, only to found a welcoming swirl of compliance from Naylyn.
She didn’t hesitate, and accepted the truth. ’I love this!.’
Her hands doubled the pressure, and speed, each stroke more laborious than the previous one.
Right now; She it’s not Perfection Incarnated. Just «Naylyn». Not Miss Nephron. Nalune.
This simple distinctive set her relationship with Vurckair apart from all other connections in her life.
This is solely between the two of them.
But it felt incomplete. ’I don’t have a special way of referring to him.’
Between kisses, she tried to call him Vurckair in her mind; Though their entangled tongues and rged mouths made her voice co out intermittently. "Vu...Ih...Ck..."
"What’s the matter, Nalune?." His kisses went to nibble Naylyn’s ear. "You are slacking off."
"It’s not on purpose, Vuick. Everything you do, it feels too good..."
{Vuick?}
"Nalune. This it’s not even the beginning of the introduction."
’So there was a lecture after all!. I’ll ask Instructor Valkysh; She should be able to point in the right direction.’
Vurckair let go Naylyn’s neck, and began to grope one of the lady’s supple breasts, while the other was subjected to a sharp pinch.
Her legs wobbled, losing balance without falling to the shower’s floor.
Vurckair’s touch ceases to be gentle, holding her only by the breast.
A whimper escapes Naylyn. ’More.’ She knows calling for help would be the sensitive thing to do. ’I need more...’
But being treated with such indifference and disrespect. Made her crave for the unknown pleasure overwhelming her senses. ’Forget the Instructor. I have Vurckair.’ "Teach everything. I am your paynt."
Sanity snapped out of Vurckair. For a short instant; He was ready to Ravage Naylyn right on the spot.
But he decided otherwise.
{If she’s so willingly eager to learn. It would be such a waste to show her the graduation without tapping into all the fun lessons along the way}
They changed their posture; Naylyn’s back leaned against the wall, while Vurckair’s left thigh was pressed between the damsel’s legs, serving as additional support.
The kisses resud, and his palms cupped Naylyn’s mounds, working in tandem with his thumbs to trace the areolas through the usage of a deliberate circle motion.
What gave the lady a faint feeling of a hunt, one in which her nipples were the prey.
The idea and the lethargic attention, made her nipples poke out like fearful rabbits erging from their burrows after hearing danger.
The undeniable instinct of curiosity that makes us go against the established logical order of self-preservation.
Evident, and expected from a sheltered damsel; Which is why she didn’t even have the chance to react when an electric shock stung her nipples and stun-locked her body.
Not literally, because she convulsed in a violent, and repetitive motion, involuntarily brushing her maidenhood against the young man’s thigh.
As if clinging to her dear life, Naylyn squeezed both hands on the mushroom-like bulbous tip of Vurckair’s dick.
Nevertheless; Her incessant shaking made the cock move irregularly, almost like a car’s gear shift lever.
"Do you still want to teach you?. Or do you want to train you?." He whispered into her ear; But Naylyn was too far gone in the aftermath of her orgasm to tell the difference, or respond any of the questions.
The water kept falling, its warm embrace turned cold, awakening Naylyn from her blissful slumber.
A tender, seductive smile curved on her lips, eyes clean and bright; Brimming with devotion and sothing darker hiding behind the beautiful shine of her aqua green irises.
Their lips t; Not in a passionate rush, but in a mutually active exchange, exploring what kind of stimulus suited them better.
Everything outside the bathroom seed utterly aningless, fading between Naylyn’s lewd, muffled moans, and the squelching noise of her damped pussy sliding back and forth on Vurckair’s leg.
Holding Naylyn by the thighs, he lifted her up with a quick and precise motion, ignoring the interrupted handjob, as he is focused on a distinct goal; Quench his thirst.
Vurckair thodically pampered Naylyn’s silhouette. Each touch provoked a fresh jolt of ecstatic pleasure through her; Till a warm, aching throb, pulsed between her legs.
The power and strength displayed by Vurckair, along his feral kisses, stirred up Naylyn’s arousal; Letting out a voluntary moan when the young man’s tongue found its way to her untouched, soaked vagina.
Her hands grabbed his head, fingers tangling with the pure indigo hair, as the pleasure built up with unbearable hastiness, suddenly colliding in their Singularities.
An unknown response triggered within the two, releasing a catastrophical orgasm that emitted an exquisite chain of tremors, wrecking Naylyn’s sex drive from head to toe with the sheer backlash of her second climax.
The mind-numbing pleasure knocked her unconscious, her body went limp on the young man’s arms, who didn’t mind being blue-balled for the second ti in the night.
{First Mätzeniä, and now Naylyn. In which mont i beca such an agreeable pushover?}
The silly thought got ignored; Controlling his erection is one of the things Vurckair learned to do in Azthea, even before he acquired his Stats in Loutharn.
He relaxed while cleaning Naylyn, before leaving her in her own bed. Then he went to sleep on his own.
{What a day...}
Next day in the early morning, way before the sun even ca out. Vurckair woke up at sensing soone’s presence.
Naylyn’s gaze lingered on his face, a faint smile ford on her lips, taking pleasure in his surprised expression of disorientation.
"Are you a little bewildered, by my appearance, Vuick?."
"To say the least..." Breathlessly admitted Vurckair.
Naylyn wore a light-blue outfit draped with dark-indigo leather. The design is undeniably beautiful, cute, yet sensual. Eye-catching without being vulgar.
But he couldn’t care any less about the items, as he can’t take out his mind from the aning.
{She is mine}
Vurckair stared at the outfit, and sothing primal stirred up deep inside him. She is wearing his colours. Light-Blue like his eyes, and Pure Indigo like his mane. Not the Burgundy and Indigo representative of the Vecturion House.
{She is totally mine}
A flicker of curiosity arose, evolving into the grim, forbidden pulse of oppression as he glanced the last piece she wants to wear.
He sat at the bed’s edge, and Naylyn presented the object with both hands; A thin band of light-blue lace with a single dark-indigo gem.
"Turn around."
She obeyed the command, and knelt as soon as he started to stand up.
The choker passed in front of Naylyn, the symbol of her submission is slowly, placed tightly around her neck.
It’s not restrictive; Nor a sign of being claid.
It serves as a reminder of an unspoken promise. Naylyn belongs only to Vurckair, and she wants everyone to know it too.
Looking up at him, she smiled with a small edge that echoed her desire to be absolutely dominated through oppressive force.
But for the anti, it’s enough with the pride she held in her cute, submissive style...
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