I leaned in, my lips brushing hers like the whisper of a breeze caressing a lotus petal. Her lips were as soft as clouds, their sweetness rivaling the finest honey harvested from celestial hives.
Kiss! Slurp! Slowly, I deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of her as if sipping the elixir of immortality itself.
Drip! A tiny drop of her saliva escaped the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin in a tantalizing display.
Lick! Without hesitation, I licked it away, the act drawing a gasp from her that sent shivers racing down my spine.
Jolt!
"Mmn... Young master..." she moaned softly, her voice like the hum of a zither string plucked in the silence of night. Her lips moved against mine, hesitant at first, but soon matching my rhythm.
Her tongue slipped out dripping with saliva, timidly seeking entry like a curious sparrow testing the waters of a hidden spring.
Her body trembled slightly, her boobs rising and falling in sync with her quickening breaths. I felt the heat radiating from her, a warmth that seemed to ignite the very air around us.
Lick! My tongue licked at her lips before I parted them, inviting her to explore further. She accepted eagerly, her tongue tangling with mine in a dance as old as time itself.
"You taste... intoxicating, Viashra." I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
Huff! Pant!
Her breath hitched as I pressed closer, my lips claiming hers with the hunger of a wolf that had finally cornered its prey.
Her soft lips trembled under my assault, sweet and yielding, like ripe peaches at the height of summer.
My hand roamed downward, tracing the curve of her delicate neck before gliding along the smooth contours of her body.
"Hgmnn!"
Her skin was warm, as if kissed by the sun itself, and the fabric of her thin dress did little to hide the curves beneath.
As my fingers found their way lower, brushing against her pussy heat between her thighs, I felt it—her lower lips, a dampness that betrayed her body's desires.
Shudder
"Hah? Young mast... Not there" she gasped, her entire body shuddering at my touch.
Her eyes, wide and startled, gleamed like pools of molten gold. Caught between panic and pleasure, she bit down on my lip—a sharp, sudden pain that made me hiss.
"Ah… you little fox," I growled, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. But before I could say more, her lips crashed against mine again, fierce and desperate.
She kissed me as though trying to devour me, her small tongue flicking over my wounded lip, licking away the blood like a kitten savoring cream.
The contradiction was maddening—a mix of innocence and seduction that only made me want her more.
Surp! I deepened the kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth as my own, while my hand slipped past the flimsy barrier of her panties.
"Aah... Be gentle, young master."
My fingers brushed against her pussy folds, soft and delicate like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose. She was soaked, her pussy juices spilling over and staining the lace that barely concealed her from me.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, contrasting with the milky whiteness of her skin. Her breathing grew erratic, each shallow gasp like music to my ears.
"You're trembling," I murmured against her lips, my voice low and teasing. "Are you afraid… or excited?"
"I hate you," she whispered, though her trembling hands clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her words were unconvincing, her body betraying her true desires.
Schlick! Rub! My hands moved over her pussy folds like a sculptor shaping soft clay, every touch coaxing out a masterpiece of moans and shivers.
"Hghn!"
"Hmn...aah! It feels good." As I withdrew my lips from hers, her head fell onto my shoulder, seeking refuge and balance.
Her breath was hot against my neck, her body trembling as she instinctively moved her hips to match the rhythm of my fingers in her pussy.
"Hah... nghn... ah!" Her voice was a melody of surrender, each note rising as her body betrayed her growing pleasure.
The heat between us was palpable, her sweat painting her skin with a glistening sheen.
As my lips trailed down to her neck, I tasted the salt of her labor and the sweetness of her sweat. Lick! Slurp! My tongue danced along her collarbone, savoring every inch like a connoisseur sampling the finest wine.
Slip! With deliberate slowness, I began to slide her dress off her shoulders, and she made no effort to stop me.
The fabric gave way, releasing her boobs like caged birds finally set free.
Booing! They bounced eagerly, their weight defying gravity, the creamy mounds crowned by hardened, rose-colored peaks.
Twitch! Her nipples stood erect, the surrounding skin still blushing from my earlier ministrations. The contrast was tantalizing—a delicate hue of red against the smooth ivory of her flesh. I paused for a moment, guilt flickering in my mind.
Had I been too rough earlier?
To soothe my worry, I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the reddened skin. Shudder! The shiver that ran through her was immediate, her body arching against me as if to demand more.
Jolt!
"Ahh... ah?" Her voice quivered, her reaction primal, unguarded. My fingers, now slick with her dripping pussy juices, only moved faster. Schlick! Rub!
The wetness coated my palm, each motion accompanied by the sinful sound of her moaning.
Drip! Splish! The evidence of her pleasure spilled over, her thighs trembling as her body betrayed its need.
I lowered my lips to her breast, my tongue flicking over the taut nipple before enveloping it completely. Lick! Slurp! My tongue moved with purpose, teasing, swirling, and tasting every inch.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me closer, her body writhing against me. "Ngn... hghn...lick me more" Her voice broke, her legs barely able to support her weight as her knees buckled.
Her pussy juices flowed freely now, soaking my fingers as I continued my unrelenting rhythm. Schlick!
Each reaction of hers was like poetry written in flesh—a trembling body, flushed skin, and eyes that glimmered with desperation.
Pant! Huff! Her breaths came in shallow pants, her lips parted as if she were about to beg, though words never came.
Thud!
"Young Master..."
It was as if thunder had cracked the air, jolting us apart. Viashra, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, hastily tugged her dress over her bare boobs.
Her hands trembled slightly, though she masked it with a hurried smooth of the fabric.
My fingers, glistening with her slick pussy juices, itched to bring them to my lips.
Instead, I smeared the evidence on my pants, cursing myself for the waste of what should've been savored.
"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice low, tinged with regret and frustration.
"Mmm." Viashra gave a quick nod, wiping a trickle of drool from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. Her action sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The glistening of her saliva, paired with her half-lidded gaze, was enough to make my knees weak.
But before I could reach for her again, my fury sparked. Who dared interrupt?
"Young Master! Here you are!"
The voice was soft and sweet, yet it carried the sharpness of an arrow piercing the moment. Meiyara's innocent face appeared from behind a bookshelf, her wide, doe-like eyes brimming with concern.
She balanced precariously on tiptoes, craning to peek at me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and suspicion.
"Reading," I said, too quickly. My heart pounded like a war drum, a telltale sign of guilt. What the hell? Why did I feel like I'd just been caught cheating?
I wasn't even in a relationship with her! I hadn't even thought of her that way—at least not until now.
But something about the delicate curve of her hips, the way her teeth grazed her lower lip in thought, sent a fresh jolt of desire coursing through me.
Meiyara tilted her head, her expression caught between disbelief and playful ridicule. "Pfft! You? Reading?" Her mocking laugh was like a dagger cloaked in silk.
"He's telling the truth," Viashra interjected, her voice steadier than mine. Her face had regained its composure, though her lips were still faintly swollen from our earlier passion.
Meiyara blinked, finally noticing Viashra lurking in the shadowed corner. Her gaze darted past me then, catching sight of Viashra.
Her eyes narrowed, her lips twitching in a barely concealed sneer. "Oh! Lady Viashra! You're here too?" The forced cheer in her tone was as thin as rice paper.
"Indeed, I am," Viashra replied, stepping forward. Her tone carried an air of authority, as if declaring her claim over me.
"And what brings Lady Viashra to my Young Master?" Meiyara's words dripped with sweetness, but her narrowed eyes told a different story.
The possessiveness in her voice sent a thrill up my spine.
My stomach twisted into a knot. Did she just call me hers?
My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat that echoed in my ears. It felt like being caught between two fires, each burning hotter than the last.
Viashra's jealous smirk and Meiyara's feigned innocence clashed in the air, thickening the tension.