Chapter 57
Unable to take it any longer, she bit down on the approaching fork, and he quickly tossed the fork aside and forcibly pried her mouth open.
“What are you doing.”
Segleninde hurriedly checked her small, even teeth, worried they might have been chipped, and made sure her soft tongue or plump lips weren’t torn by the harsh metal.
Cynthia let out a sigh. If anyone should be asking ‘What are you doing’, it was her, but for now, she decided to address the more pressing issue.
“Don’t cut the food so small. It’s frustrating.”
She voiced her complaint, and realizing her mouth was fine, only then did Segleninde finally take his hands off her and move back. Of course, he still didn’t show any intention of accommodating her wishes.
“If I gave you too big a piece and you tore your mouth, who would you blame then? If you get greedy and those tiny cheeks of yours burst, it’s your loss, not mine.”
“Seriously, what are you even talking— nom nom.”
This time, an even smaller piece of meat, sliced even more neatly than before, was popped into her mouth. Cynthia frowned deeply, her face full of displeasure.
Looking closely, the fork and knife that had been made of metal had now transformed. Their tips were now blunt plastic, looking as cute as children’s utensils. Segleninde had changed them with magic.
At that point, Cynthia could only give up. She simply accepted whatever he fed her, and Segleninde, pleased, busily brought food to her mouth like a mother bird.
It wasn’t until the frustrating meal was finally over that Cynthia realized Segleninde hadn’t touched any food for himself.
Given how she’d just been treated like a child, she wanted to pretend not to notice, but it bothered her enough that she asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?” Segleninde, who had been clearing away the utensils, brightened at her words and promptly scooped Cynthia, still sitting on his lap, up into his arms.
“I’m going to eat now.”
But his destination was the bed.
Not the table… Why the bed?
Cynthia’s question was answered quickly enough. He placed Cynthia on the bed and then, instead of joining her, knelt on the floor at her feet and pulled her pants down to her ankles.
“W-Wait! Wait! When you said you were going to eat…!”
She didn’t even have time to protest. Segleninde spread her thighs open with both hands and pressed his lips to her exposed s*x. He took her question about eating as permission.
His snowy silver hair spilled over her lower belly and hips, and his beautiful lips traced over her heated entrance before swallowing her whole as if to devour her in one bite. The sweet nectar hadn’t started flowing just yet.
But he knew how to draw it out. He stuck out his tongue, licking over the mucous membrane, and lightly tapped the pink, swollen c******s with just the tip before gently rolling it, coaxing a high-pitched moan from Cynthia’s lips.
With precise and skilled movements, Segleninde rolled her c******s with his tongue, then sucked it between his lips. Sweet fluid began to well up from her. Satisfied, he searched deeper with his tongue, and as he teased her small opening, the honey he sought came pouring out. He lapped it all up.
He wanted to keep tasting this. Segleninde gripped Cynthia’s trembling thighs with both hands, spreading them even wider. Burying his face deep between her legs, he traced her slick folds with his lips and plunged his tongue inside, licking even her inner walls, making her whimper and cry.
“S-S**t! You crazy bastard! Hngh!”
One moment he was treating her like a child, doting on her with a gentleness ill-suited to his size, and the next, he was greedily devouring her s*x. Cynthia squirmed, kicking her legs in the air in confusion, but Segleninde’s grip only tightened.
He took her plump s*x into his mouth, teasing her entrance with his lips while pressing her c******s with his nose, and each time his tongue churned through her melting flesh, wetness splashed out onto the sheets.
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