Side Story 13
Freesia shut her eyes, burning from the stimulation.
The sensation rushed in like a tidal wave, then ebbed away, leaving it impossible to open them in the first place.
“Ah, haa.”
It had been so long… just being touched and already reaching climax like this.
Her body felt as if it had been made of sugar and melted on a warm day. No clear sense of form remained.
“Haah… uhng…”
A soft, limp weight sank into her, and she didn’t even notice the purring moan that trembled in her throat, like a cat’s rumble.
Nor could she know that with her eyes closed, Izar was looking down at the sight of her still dazed and languid after climax.
In the man whose last thread of reason had just evaporated, only one thought rippled like glimmering light on the surface of water.
With this woman, alone.
From now on, they could begin properly.
“No longer just duty…”
Izar muttered while watching Freesia’s body rise and fall with ragged, shallow breaths after a light climax.
She opened her dazed eyes, confused, but there was no time for reasoned talk now.
Izar began to rub insistently at the hollow inside the arch of her small foot.
The unexpected touch, in a place he had never caressed before, made Freesia’s limp body jolt on reflex.
“Izar…? W-Wait a moment!”
Feeling such sensitivity in a spot that wasn’t her s*x or her b*****s startled her.
She awkwardly tried to sit up and stop him, but when his hand slid slowly from her foot to her calf, then to her thigh, her breath caught.
Just now, the hidden seam between her folds he had teased was already glistening wet.
“Mmh—”
The thought of that sight laid bare to his golden eyes twisted her lower belly with heat as if fire had been set there.
When he spread her thighs and the flesh that had been shielding her split further open, Freesia hurriedly pushed at his hair and shoulders, pleading.
“D-Don’t look, Izar, please…!”
They had joined bodies more times than she could count. But had he ever examined her so intently, every corner of her like this?
Had he ever looked at her with the sharp, devouring eyes of a beast that wanted to consume?
“Ah!”
Perhaps because she’d let the thought slip, Izar wasted no time. He lowered his face into the drenched heat between her legs.
His tongue flickered teasingly at her trembling entrance, and her half-risen torso collapsed back to the bed.
“Izar, ngh, hnnngh…!”
It was a different sort of sensation from his fingers parting her for penetration.
When his tongue stroked the sensitive inner spot just past the entrance and pressed the tender flesh slick with moisture, it became unbearable.
And the more she tried to push his head away by threading her fingers through his hair, the deeper Izar burrowed, playing with her mercilessly.
Even after lapping up every bit of dampness pooled inside, he seemed unsatisfied.
When he finally sealed his mouth over her c******s and the edge of her opening, sucking with audible force, a cry of rapture spilled from her saliva-wet lips.
“Ngh, ah…! AAHH!”
His tongue rubbed the swollen nub from below upward, gently nibbling as if playing with a cherry—never hurting, only coaxing.
So good. Too good… Freesia didn’t know she was whispering that to herself as her hips twitched helplessly, her whole body surrendering to pleasure.
Each time he devoured her as though she were the most addictive nectar in the world, her mind pitched over the cliff’s edge in dizzying free fall.
The tops of her feet curled and spasmed again and again, while from her slender, thrown-back neck spilled soft, wet moans like melted darling.
When she reached the brink, it was as if her whole body might dissolve and vanish. She felt the thighs he held begin to convulse violently and snapped her eyes wide open.
“N-No…!”
Before too, when pleasure boiled too hard inside and spilled past its limit, that shimmering water would sometimes leak thinly from her.
Freesia thrashed more desperately than ever, pleading.
“Please, Izar. Please, no more…”
But Izar had decided to hear only the pleas he wanted.
He answered her desperate writhing by gripping her hips firmly, pinning her so she could not move at all.
“Aangh…!”
And when he bit down one last time on her c******s, so swollen it almost hurt, Freesia arched her back and clutched the sheets tight.
Between her legs had long since turned molten and hot, heedless of her shame.
And beyond just her own nectar, other moisture was already marking her there, though none of it spilled away.
Because his tongue was there, lapping and swallowing obscenely, as if unwilling to surrender even a drop.
“Hah, ah, aaah.”
Inside his searing mouth, she felt like fruit being chewed and sucked, over and over.
Her head went hazy with humiliation, but never before had each breath come out so light and giddy.
Pleasure so intense it stole her breath soon swept over Freesia’s mind.
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