The room was dead silent for a moment. With his enhanced senses, Noire could count the rate of Ning's heartbeat if so he wished.
Almost subconsciously, his right palm traced towards his black jade mask with a gentle tap, a gentle light encased the mask before it disappeared into his storage ring.
Noire's pupils were no longer reptile-like, they contained a flare of humane aesthetic amidst the all-encompassing simmer of his iris.
Facing that gaze, Ning'er felt her bloodstream accelerate beyond recognition. She wanted to give her consent yet her body refused to budge, her vocals were under ethereal paralysis that felt fake and real.
'Is this love? Am I that nervous? Is he judging my body?'
Ning'er felt her consciousness enter a maze with no way out. Before she knew it, she felt a strong, muscular arm yank her by her thin waist that shreds apart her confused mentality.
"Ah!"
She gasped softly in surprise, her peaks mashed against his chest, her cheery-like buds somehow drowned in a radiating warmth from Noire's skin regardless of their clothing.
His body felt warm, crazy warm, she could feel her enchanting flower entering an unofficial contest with her mouth on whom could salivate the more.
Noire's lips curved into a wide grin as he saw through the endless lust surging through her expression.
"So much for an elegant lady," He spoke in a calm tone, yet for some reason, every letter sent currents of chills down her spine.
Without further ado, he advanced towards her right earlobe with his firm lips and rhythmic breathing, simultaneously lifting her by the thighs like a feather.
Ning'er found her legs instinctively laced around his torso, only to blush as her flower was watery to the degree he could emphasize on her shape simply through physical contact.
Although unintentionally, her streams of lust lubricated his robes, the sticky fabric allowed her to feel the outline of his rod, she could feel the radiating pulse through its veins and sketch a nigh-perfect illustration about its dimensions in her mind.
Embarrassed, Ning'er clung to Noire like a spider, she couldn't help but gasp and moan through the aftermath of each shockwave rushing through her body as he took gentle steps towards the bedroom.
"Hah..."
Ning'er was practically losing herself. If not for how she clung to him with her face buried into his collarbone, she wouldn't know how he'd react from her lustful expression.
No words, just faint yet audible moans all the way till they entered Noire's respective room.
Yue was taking her time in the bath, as a 'livestock' she rarely had the bliss of warm water, soap, bath bubbles, and these little duck-shaped toys that made subtle noises when she squeezed them.
In order to enjoy a clean experience in the bathtub, Yue first took a regular shower before dipping into the main event.
Occasionally, laughter and giggles would erupt from the bathroom as Yue explored all types of chemical reactions of soap and water, sometimes she would build a fortress of soap and assign armies of yellow and orange duck on each end.
Like a commander, she would command the waves of the 'large' ocean and let the two armies engage in wars for supremacy, let the cutest duck win!
Unbeknownst to Yue, her companions are also engaged in a war of their own...
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Noire planted Ning'er into his own master-sized bed in a way that forced her to detach from his embrace. She tried to retaliate and maintain a grip, but she was only delaying the inevitable.
She instantly concealed her face and shut her supple thighs in embarrassment as she felt the warm mattress.
Noire had to admit that even though she tried to hide it, it only made her situation worse!
The way her arms blend onto her round blossoms and shape their fat into shapes Noire never knew existed.
Her symmetrical thighs rubbed against each other due to the ache she's trying to satisfy, Noire was momentarily caught in a trance as he forgot that he's the protagonist of the event, thinking he was replaying the information regarding unique cultivation he studied before his human incarnation.
'So this is Dual Cultivation...'
Noire thought as he broke from his distracting thoughts. He approached the bed calmly as he planted a kiss onto the trembling calf before his eyes.
Ning'er could only flinch in surprise before she calmed down. She was glad he didn't take a hurried approach, she could feel his tender lips crawl over her skin inch by inch...
Her knees, her thighs, her abdomen, belly button, cleavage, and through her tiny hands he kissed her chin.
The moment he arrived at her face, he helped her remove her palms to reveal the porcelain skin that was tainted with a red hue.
She wanted to apologize for being so timid, yet before the words could erupt, she felt a rough yet surprisingly serene kiss envelope her lips.
Her pupils expanded to overlap her iris as she felt all the timidness evaporate. A chilling sensation washed her consciousness the longer their physical contact lasted, the entire room faded from her persecution.
She felt she's in a vast white world, nothing can disturb or shake her resolve, she felt weightless under the mass of the tender Noire.
Although Noire's body is yet weak, his spirit alone was overpowered if compared to everyone in the current realm altogether.
It's child's play for him to soothe an anxious individual as he did with Yue during their first meeting.
Ning'er felt the world take shape again as she snapped back into reality. Her mouth was under the invasion of a slippery, curious snake. It chased after her innocent tongue and entangled in a long session of playful combat before being kidnapped to its cave.
Noire vigorously sucked onto the delicious pair of lips Ning'er offered as his tongue focused on pleasuring her taste buds with his sweet saliva.
Muffled hums resounded as Ning'er slowly parted her thighs to grant the man she chose access towards her glistering wet garden.
She would occasionally break the kiss to shyly glance down at her blooming flower in hopes he'd grasp her subtle hints, she wasn't far from literal begging in verbals if he wouldn't hurry.
As if answering her pleading, Noire's left palm navigated along her sweating skin towards her pelvic area.
Following his will, her clothes began to disintegrate under the violent oscillation of world energy, exposing her garden simultaneously the moment Noire broke from the passionate kiss once more.
He knew she would attempt to kiss him again in order to hide her face, alas, his swift movement left her no room to operate as his index finger flicked against her enticed cherry below.
Ning'er felt an indescribable feeling surge through her body due to the sudden aggressive flick, yet surprisingly it felt everything but painful.
As her back arched whilst her brain attempted to register the new, profound sensation, her head recoiled back into the white pillow as she released a heartfelt gasp.
Noire wouldn't be as ignorant to ignore the peaks crowned by two strawberries as they launched towards his face.
He launched his yet drenched lips to coil around a random strawberry as his teeth sunk in peacefully.
Simultaneously, his index and thumb clutched onto her pink bud below, her ripe fruits demanded immediate attention and Noire was all willing to comply.
Within a moment, Ning'er felt simultaneous pleasure from every corner of her body, as if racing towards her brain in order to register the sensation before it dims down. Alas, her neurons have never experienced one of these sensations let alone all of them nigh-instantly.
Noire was yet proceeding with his foreplay to prepare the battlefield, yet he couldn't help but chuckle at her exaggerated responses...