The moment the red-and-white-haired woman called out to me, my heart stopped dead in my chest. "Hey, little peeper," she said, her voice smooth and sweet like honey dripping from a spoon. "Why don't you come out and join us?" Her red eyes sparkled in the sunlight, catching me like a trap, and that sly, teasing smile on her lips made my legs tremble beneath me.
I wanted to bolt, to run as fast as I could back through the trees, but my body wouldn't listen. It was like her voice had tied me up with invisible strings. I stepped out from behind the tree, my sweaty hands clutching the Moonshade Herb so tight I could feel its soft leaves crushing against my palm. It was the only thing I had to hold onto, like it could somehow protect me from what was happening.
She stood up from the grass, and my breath caught in my throat. Her naked body glowed under the warm sunlight, every curve shining like she was carved from something perfect. Her long hair—half red, half white—spilled down her back, brushing against her bare skin all the way to her hips.
Those pointed ears of hers twitched as she started walking toward me, slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking something small and helpless. Her breast bounced with each step, full and heavy, and her hips swayed side to side, drawing my eyes whether I wanted them to look or not. Around her neck, a blue gem on her choker glinted every time the light hit it, flashing like it was winking at me. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink.
Behind her, the winged woman stayed on the grass, her golden hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her wings—big and feathered—were folded tight against her back, and she peeked at me through her fingers, her face bright red with embarrassment. She didn't say anything, just watched, her brown eyes flickering between me and the woman walking closer.
"Well, look at you," the red-and-white-haired woman said when she stopped right in front of me. She was so close I could feel the heat rolling off her naked body, warming the air between us. Her voice was low and playful, like she was enjoying every second of this. "So young and cute. What's your name, huh?"
"I-I'm Ye Kai," I stammered, my voice cracking like it always did when I was nervous. My face burned hot, and my eyes kept trying to look anywhere but at her—at the grass, at the trees, at the sky—but they always ended up back on her body, her breast, her red eyes staring into me.
"Ye Kai," she purred, leaning in so close her lips almost brushed my ear. Her breath was warm and tickled my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine. "Such a sweet name. You've been watching us, haven't you? Did you like what you saw?" She giggled, a soft, teasing sound that made my stomach flip. Then her hand brushed my arm, light and quick, but it was enough to make my whole body jolt like I'd been shocked.
I nodded before I could stop myself, my mind a jumbled mess. I didn't even know why I did it—I just couldn't think straight with her so close. She laughed again, louder this time, and grabbed my hand. Her grip was firm but warm, and she yanked me forward, pulling me toward the clearing where they'd been lying. "Come here, Kai. Let's have some fun," she said.
Before I could process what was happening, she pressed herself against me. Her big, soft breast pushed right into mine, warm and heavy through my thin shirt, and my knees buckled under me. I could smell her skin—sweet, like wildflowers after rain—and her red eyes locked onto mine, making my head spin like I'd been drinking. My hands hovered in the air, unsure where to go, too scared to touch her but aching to at the same time.
"W-wait," I mumbled, my voice weak and shaky, but she just smiled wider and pushed me down onto the grass. I landed on my back with a soft thud, the cool blades tickling my neck. The winged woman gasped quietly from where she sat, curling up tighter into herself, her wings unfolding just enough to hide her face.
The red-and-white-haired woman didn't care. She knelt between my legs, her hands sliding up my thighs, slow and deliberate. Her fingers pressed into me through my pants, firm enough to make me squirm. "Relax, Kai," she whispered, her voice low and soothing. "I'll make you feel good."
My heart slammed against my ribs, so loud I was sure she could hear it. Her hands moved higher, brushing over the front of my pants, and I tensed up as she untied the knot holding them closed. I should've stopped her. I should've said no and scrambled away, but I didn't. I couldn't. Her hands were too warm, too sure, and when she tugged my pants down and pulled me out, I froze completely. My cock sprang free, already hard from just looking at her, and the cool air hit it for only a second before she wrapped her fingers around it. I sucked in a sharp breath, my whole body jolting.
She looked up at me with that teasing smile, her red eyes glinting with mischief. Then she lowered her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders and brushing my thighs. Her mouth closed around me—hot, wet, and tight—and I couldn't hold back the groan that ripped out of my throat. It felt so good, better than anything I'd ever imagined. Her lips slid down my length, taking me in slow at first, her tongue pressing flat against the underside and licking up as she moved. My hands dug into the grass, ripping up clumps as I tried to hold onto something, anything, to keep from losing it right then and there.
She started slow, sucking gently, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. Her tongue swirled around the tip every time she pulled back, wet and slick, before she sank down again, taking me deeper.
I could feel the heat of her throat, the way it tightened around me, and my hips twitched up without me meaning to. She didn't stop—just hummed softly, the vibration buzzing through me and making my eyes roll back. Then she sped up, her mouth moving faster, sucking harder, her hand wrapping around the base where her lips couldn't reach. My breaths came out in short, ragged gasps, and my whole body started to shake.
The winged woman was watching now, her brown eyes wide and locked on us. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed bright red, and her wings fluttered slightly, like she couldn't decide whether to stay or run. "S-stop teasing him," she said, her voice small and shaky, barely loud enough to hear. But the red-and-white-haired woman didn't listen. She just sucked harder, her tongue flicking over me in quick, sharp strokes, and I felt something building inside me, hot and tight, like I was about to burst.
Then, right when I was on the edge, she stopped. Her mouth pulled off me with a wet pop, leaving me throbbing and desperate. I panted hard, my chest heaving, my head spinning as I stared up at her, confused and aching. She licked her lips slow, her tongue dragging over them like she was savoring the taste, and grinned down at me. "Want to keep going, Kai?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "If you say yes, you'll have to accept me and her as your master. If you say no, you can leave."
I couldn't think. My body was screaming for her to finish, my cock twitching in the air, slick with her spit. All I wanted was more—more of her mouth, more of that heat. "Y-yes," I said, my voice rough and hoarse, barely recognizable.
Her smile widened, and she leaned down again. "Good boy," she murmured, her breath hot against me. Then her mouth was back on me, sucking me deep, her lips stretching around my length as she took me all the way to the base. Her throat squeezed tight, and I groaned loud, my hands flying to her hair without thinking. I gripped the red and white strands, not hard, just enough to hold on as she worked me over. Her tongue pressed hard against me, sliding and licking, and her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently as she sucked.
It didn't take long. The feeling hit me like a wave, crashing through me, and I tensed up hard before letting go. I groaned loud, my hips jerking up as I came, spilling into her mouth in hot, thick spurts. She didn't pull away—just kept sucking, her lips locked around me, taking every drop. When I was done, she pulled back slow, her mouth sliding off me with a slick sound. I collapsed onto the grass, breathing hard, my whole body buzzing.
She sat up and opened her mouth, showing me the white mess inside—my cum pooled on her tongue. My face burned hotter than ever as she teased me, swirling it around with her tongue, letting it drip down her lips a little before closing her mouth. She swallowed it down in one smooth gulp, then licked her lips again, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. "Look at this," she said, laughing softly. "So much from such a shy boy."
I couldn't move, couldn't speak. My mind was blank, my body spent. The winged woman had scooted closer while I wasn't looking, her wings still half-covering her face like a shield. She peeked at me with those big, shy eyes, then glanced at the red-and-white-haired woman. "W-what now?" she asked.
The red-and-white-haired woman stood up, stretching her arms over her head so her whole body flexed—her breast lifting, her hips curving, every inch of her on display. "Now, Kai," she said, looking down at me with that sly smile, "We are your masters, so now you have to listen to us. I tell you what I want later. For now, rest." She winked at me, and the winged woman blushed hard, turning her face away quick.
I lay there on the grass, my pants still down, my heart still racing. The Moonshade Herb was somewhere beside me—I'd dropped it at some point—but I didn't care. I didn't know what I'd just gotten myself into, but part of me didn't want to know. Not yet.