"You will need to be more discreet than this if you wish to sneak up on me," I said, slowly peeling her hands from my eyes and bringing them down to my lips, kissing her soft, small hands as her light, melodic laugh filled my ears.
I guided her hands and brought her around to face me. She was dressed in her usual green sports bra and shorts, the snug fabric stretched around her toned figure, clinging to her alluring frame like a second skin. The sight of her firm, peachy breasts tightly hidden behind her green bra , her toned bare stomach and sculpted curves leading to her toned and supple butt held tightly by her green shorts—so effortless yet so alluring—stirred something deep within me.
"Yes, yes, I know," she replied with an exaggerated huff as I guided her to the sofa beside me. "My brother is stronger than me now. Poor me, what am I to do?" Her mock-pity dissolved into a smirk as she sank into the cushions, drawing one knee up casually.
"How did your training go?" I asked her once she had stopped her exaggerated drama.
"It went well," she replied, "especially after this." She added, pointing to her whitish-green eyes.
"I can absorb essence better and use it even more efficiently," she said, building on her previous comment.
"But I am really tired now," she concluded, leaning herself against me.
"Why? Did you not rest afterward?" I asked, coiling my arm around her as she rested her head against my shoulder. Her silky hair brushing my neck and jaw.
"I trained and then rested afterward, but I trained again after waking up and came here after that," she answered, getting comfortable and clingy.
"Why torture yourself? Train comfortably," I said, patting her arm "Or have you forgotten the lesson I taught you after returning?" I teased in a light tone.
"Ahh, don't remind me. I remember," she answered, pointing to her eyes again, reminding me of her earlier comment.
"Do you remember how you fainted due to essence overexertion?" I asked, gazing into her soft, green-and-white eyes. "Or do you remember what happened afterward?" I added, making her flush slightly.
"Both," she answered. "I remember both," she said just as I suddenly kissed her, slowly nibbling on her soft lips before opening them and taking her small tongue into my mouth, making her moan in my mouth lightly. I guided my tongue into her small warm mouth, feeling her trying to kiss me back and she whimpered faintly, her hands clutching at my robe as she tried to match my intensity, her eager attempts only heightening my desire.
We continued for a while before I slowly let her mouth go, her flushed face and cloudy green eyes coming into view testament to her aroused need .
"Rest," I said in a low voice that came out more like a growl. "Before we have a rematch, and I am forced to increase your potential using my ways," I added as she slowly slid downward and lay on the sofa, resting her head on my lap as I adjusted my erect cock to the other side. her white hair slowly spread behind and over my length as it gently rested against her head.
"What were you and Father talking about?" she asked as I slowly caressed her white hair, her voice sounding more like a comfortable, sleepy moan—of someone who had just woken up or maybe someone whose mouth had just been thoroughly violated by another hungry one.
How adorable she looked with her slightly puffy lips, red face, and cloudy whitish-green eyes as she tried to focus on me through the haze of her own arousal.
"You remember Gunnar?" I asked as she fell into thought for a second.
"The one who talked about funds during the meeting?" she said suddenly.
"Yes, him," I confirmed her guess. As my hand caressed her head through her white hair slowly. making her form relax.
"He seems somewhat against you. His tone was arrogant, and he tried to contradict you," she said as if recalling him. Her small, red tongue peeked out to lick her puffed lips as she was lost in concentration. The simple action made me twitch beside her head. My own arousal staining my white trouser.
"Yes, that he did," I said. "He has been opposing me," I added as my one hand caressed her head and the other which was placed on her toned stomach slowly traced her tight body, passing over her peachy breasts held tight by her green bra cupping them lightly, making her breathe sharply through her mouth.
"So I am planning to get rid of him," I said as I reached neck and slowly traced her delicately alluring collarbone with my finger.
"How do you plan to do that?" Her lips parted slightly as after the question she watched me intently. Her gaze followed the movement of my hand as it trailed from her collarbone to her puffed lips, lightly brushing over them. I slowly pried them open and slipped a finger into her mouth, feeling her hesitate briefly before her warm small and soft tongue began to curl around my finger.
"That is what I was talking to Father about," I said as I slowly added another finger into her mouth, watching as she lapped at them like a child with her favorite candy.
She nodded as if to indicate she was listening to me, her hazy whitish-green eyes fixed on mine. as she suckled on my fingers intently. her warmth enveloping my fingers and making my cock throb.
"You'll see what happens in time," I said as I lightly pinched her small tongue between my two fingers. Making her eyes snap open and look at me, the mixed orbs now filled with watery arousal. A slow moan leaking from her throat.
"No need to spoil all the fun now," I added in a low hushed tone.
"I tried, you know," I said, slowly adjusting my trousers using the hand that had previously been caressing her head.
"But you really didn't want to rest, did you?" I added as my trousers slipped down and my throbbing member came into view, its veiny, girthy length brushing against her white hair, staining it with my precum.
"Now," I said in a low growl, holding her mouth in place with my fingers inside and my thumb on her chin. Her wide, hazy eyes looked up at me. "Let's recover some of your essence," I added, my severe silver gaze glinting with mischief and desire as I stared deeply into her teary, green, hazy eyes. Her body coiling in anticipation.