"Slurp~, chuu... slick??"
Pop~
"Gaghak... slurp! Haaa...??"
"Hah… Ngh…"
Aestrea groaned softly as he groggily tried to pry his eyes open. He shifted his legs slightly, but surprisingly, he couldn't move them at all.
It felt as if they were stuck or chained by sothing.
"Chu~, churup??"
"F-Fuck—!"
So weird noises reached out to him as he suddenly tightened his legs, feeling a strong and deep suction on his penis.
Imdiately, his eyes snapped open, and slowly the blurriness got clearer, and that's when he noticed a familiar figure with her head close to his penis.
"Phwaa~..."
She finally pulled away, her red lips parting from him with a soft pop, leaving a glistening sheen behind.
Her hand didn't stop, though, lazily stroking him as her erald-green eyes locked onto his
A sly smile curled her lips as she spoke, her voice laced with a seductive hum.
"Are you finally awake?"
She paused her teasing strokes to press the tip of her finger against his glistening head, her touch deliberate, almost playful.
"Seems like this woke up long before you did," she purred, licking her lips.
Slowly, she pulled her finger away, a thread of his precum clinging to her fingertip, which she held up for him to see.
Then, without warning—
CRUSH.
Her grip tightened, fingers clamping like a vice around his shaft.
"Ghk—! Agh—!"
Aestrea's back arched off the bed, pain and pleasure twisting together in a white-hot knot. His muscles locked, but he couldn't move—couldn't fight.
Above him, Zeva's eyes shifted.
Her pupils slit into venomous green daggers, glowing faintly in the dim light.
"Why..." she whispered in a voice colder than ice.
"Did you break your promise?"
Aestrea gritted his teeth, trying to summon his mana—his aura—anything. But the room swallowed it all.
The walls pulsed faintly with the sa mysterious green as her eyes.
A prison.
Her prison.
Zeva's smile widened, her forked tongue flicking out to taste the air.
"You can't use energy here, my dear." Her nails traced a slow, threatening path down his length.
"I made sure of it."
Silence.
Her grip moved lower, fingers coiling around his balls—squeezing.
"Tell ."
"I—! I just forgot!" Aestrea snarled, breath ragged.
He seriously didn't want to have his balls crushed!
"I was training! That's all!"
Zeva stilled.
Then, slowly, her fingers loosened.
"Is that so…?" Her voice dripped with mocking sweetness.
"I thought you'd run away again."
"I don't break promises," he ground out.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent.
Then—
Zeva's grin turned feral.
"Well then," she crooned, her hands sliding up to her top.
With a sharp tug, the fabric fell away, her full breasts spilling free.
Before Aestrea could react, she leaned forward, pressing them snugly around his aching cock.
"Since we missed Saturday…"
Her tongue dragged over her lips.
"Let's just do it today."
Her hips rocked forward, the heat of her body searing against him—
Squish~... schlick??"
Zeva's full, pillowy breasts pressed snugly around Aestrea's throbbing length, her soft flesh molding to his shape as she began a slow, rhythmic glide.
Her erald eyes, still glowing with that green serpentine light, locked onto his face as she began moving—slow, deliberate rolls of her hips that dragged her tits up and down his shaft.
Squish~... schlick??
The slick sound of her skin gliding over his cock filled the room, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
Precum leaked freely from his tip, saring glistening streaks between her breasts.
"Mmm… You like this, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom.
Aestrea gritted his teeth, his fingers instinctively tangling in her hair—not to push her away, but to pull her closer.
"Tsk… You're really not letting
go until you get what you want, huh?"
Zeva's laugh was a dark, velvety hum as she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to trace the swollen tip of his cock.
"Chu~… Of course not. You owe ."
Then—
"Slurp~!"
She took him deep, her throat flexing around him in one smooth, practiced motion.
"Gh—! Fuck!"
Aestrea's hips jerked upward, his grip tightening in her hair.
Zeva didn't stop.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she bobbed her head.
"Schlurp~… gluck… ngh??"
Her tongue swirling along his underside with every pull.
Her hands didn't idle either—one cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm while the other massaged the base of his shaft, matching the pace of her mouth.
"Hah… Zeva—!"
Aestrea's breath ca in ragged bursts, his thighs trembling.
She pulled off with a lewd pop~!, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his glistening tip.
"Mmm… You taste even better when you're desperate," she teased, her thumb swiping over his slit, saring precum down his length.
Then, without warning, she pressed her breasts together again, trapping him in that sinful warmth.
"Squelch~… squish??"
Her tits were slick now—whether from her spit or his arousal, it didn't matter.
The friction was maddening, each upward stroke of her hands making his cock twitch between her cleavage.
"Ngh… You're enjoying this too much."
Aestrea groaned slightly, his fingers flexing against her scalp.
Zeva smirked, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of precum.
"And you're not?"
Before he could retort, she ducked back down, taking him to the hilt again.
"Gluck~! Hnng…??"
Her nose pressed into his pelvis, her throat convulsing around him as she swallowed.
Aestrea cursed under his breath, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Shit—! Zeva, I'm not gonna last if you keep—!"
She ignored him, her pace only speeding up.
"Schlorp~ slurp~! Ngh… haah??"
Her lips were relentless, her tongue a wicked tease against his frenulum every ti she pulled back.
Aestrea's vision blurred at the edges, pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
"Zeva—! I'm close—!"
She didn't stop.
If anything, she took him deeper.
"Gaghh~… gluck!??"
Her throat fluttered around him, milking him with every swallow.
Aestrea saw white.
"Fuck—! Hnng—!"
His release hit him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing as he spilled down her throat.
Zeva drank every drop, her eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction.
"Gulp~… gulp~…??"
When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, glistening with a mix of spit and cum.
"Mmm… Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips clean.
Aestrea collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving.
"Damn… You're insatiable."
Zeva crawled up his body, her breasts brushing against his abs as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
"And you're not done yet."
Aestrea's breath was still ragged, his body thrumming from the aftershocks of his release. But sothing in her tone—that smug, victorious lilt—ignited a spark of annoyance in him.
Enough.
With a growl, his hand snapped up, fingers tangling in her hair.
"You're right," he muttered roughly.
"I'm not."
"Wha—?!"
Before Zeva could react, Aestrea yanked her down, rolling them both in one motion.
The bed creaked in protest as their positions reversed—her back hit the sheets, his body caging her in.
Zeva's eyes widened, her pupils dilating for a split second before narrowing back into predatory slits.
"Oh?" She licked her lips, arching beneath him.
"Feeling bold now, are we?"
Aestrea didn't answer.
Instead, his free hand slid down her torso, fingers skimming the hem of her pants.
Schlick~
The sound of fabric sliding against damp skin was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"Haa—!"
Zeva's breath hitched.
Aestrea smirked.
"You're soaked," he murmured, dragging a fingertip along her clothed slit.
"Nngh—!"
Her hips jerked involuntarily, a shudder racing through her.
Squelch~
He pressed harder, teasing with slow movents.
"All this just from sucking
off?" His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Or were you wet the mont you trapped
here?"
Zeva's nails dug into his shoulders, her usual composure cracking.
"F-fuck… Don't flatter yourself—ah!??"
Her retort dissolved into a moan as Aestrea's fingers finally slipped beneath her waistband, finding her bare.
Slick~
Her folds were drenched, her clit swollen under his touch.
"Liar," he breathed, circling it slowly.
"You're clearly dripping wet."
Sqush~~
Zeva's back arched off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat as he pushed two fingers inside without warning.
"F-fuck!??"
Her walls clenched around him, hot and greedy.
Aestrea leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.
"Tell ," he demanded, curling his fingers just so.
Squish~
"Nngh!??"
Zeva's thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
"W-what…?"
"Why really drag
here?" He added a third finger, stretching her ruthlessly.
Squelch~ squelch~
Zeva's hips bucked, her nails raking down his back.
"Hah…! B-because you—ah!—owe —!"
Aestrea chuckled lightly, his thumb pressing down on her clit.
Schlick~
"Try again."
Zeva shrieked, her body bowing off the bed.
"Ngh!?? B-because I—! Because I wanted—!"
『 Cleanse 』
Surprisingly, as Zeva's guard went down, Aestrea was finally able to use his magic and chose to clean her mouth.
After that, her words shattered into a moan as Aestrea's mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her cries.
His fingers never stopped moving, pumping in and out of her with relentless precision.
Squelch~ squelch~ squelch~
Zeva's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she ground against his hand.
"Hah… A-Aestrea…!??"
He pulled back just enough to watch her unravel—her flushed skin, her parted lips, the way her stomach muscles tensed with every thrust.
"Say it."
Zeva's eyes locked onto his, her usual defiance burning away under the pleasure.
"I… I wanted you," she gasped.
Aestrea's smirk returned.
"Good."
In one swift motion, he yanked her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.
Then, Aestrea smirked, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth.
He sucked them clean slowly, his gaze locked onto hers.
"Mmm… Salty."
Zeva's thighs trembled, her nails digging into the sheets. "
You—!"
Before she could finish, Aestrea leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
"Mmph—!??"
His tongue plunged into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slow, deliberate dance.
Schlorp~… Chu~??
Zeva's resistance lted instantly. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting in the strands as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
"Nn… Hah…??"
Aestrea pulled away just as she began to chase his lips, leaving her panting.
"Bastard," she growled, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
He ignored her, sitting back on his heels.
His hands went to the hem of his shirt, dragging it up slowly to reveal the toned planes of his abdon—with countless scars around it.
Zeva's gaze raked over him hungrily, her tongue darting out again.
"Tsk... Showing off, you damn bastard?"
Aestrea tossed the shirt aside.
"Just giving you sothing to look at."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, peeling them down inch by torturous inch.
Schhh~…
Zeva's breath caught as his cock sprang free, already half-hard again, glistening with remnants of their earlier encounter.
"Hah… Pathetic," she muttered, though her thighs squeezed together reflexively.
Aestrea chuckled, crawling back over her.
His length brushed against her inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail.
Squelch~
Zeva shuddered.
"You're shaking," he murmured, dragging the tip of his cock through her soaked folds.
Schlick~… Squish~??
"Ngh—!??"
Her hips jerked, but Aestrea held her down, his grip firm on her waist.
"Tell
what you want," he demanded, circling her entrance but not pushing in.
Zeva's nails scraped down his arms.
"Fuck you."
Aestrea grinned.
"That's the idea."
He applied the barest pressure, the head of his cock catching on her rim.
"Ghk—!??"
Zeva's back arched, her walls fluttering around nothing.
"Y-You—!"
"Say it."
He rolled his hips slightly, teasing her.
Squish~…
Zeva's breath ca in ragged gasps.
"I—! Ngh…!"
Aestrea leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.
"Or do I need to fuck it out of you?"
Her resolve snapped.
"F-Fine! I want it!" she snarled, her voice cracking.
"I want your cock inside —! Now—!"
Aestrea's lips curled up.
"Good girl."
In one brutal thrust, he finally slamd his penis inside of her wet folds.
With a small tear of blood flowing out.
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