Chapter 74
Under his rough palm, her n*****s were pressed and kneaded this way and that. As the strange, tingling sensation gradually built up, Cynthia kept taking deep breaths in and out. Her body was even more heated now than when she’d inhaled the aphrodisiac smoke in the second banquet hall and he’d thrust his fingers into her s*x.
Even so, when she reminded herself that all this sensation was being delivered to her by Segleninde, it suddenly felt awkward to face him directly, so she turned her head away.
Then, something wet and hot touched the tip of one b****t.
Lowering his head, Segleninde was putting his tongue to her right n****e. His tongue, slowly gliding as if lazily tracing her areola, licked in a slow circle around her n****e. Soon, as if lifting her b****t from below, he cupped it and drew the entire n****e into his mouth, sucking it in.
“Mm, hng. Ahh…!”
He was sucking on Cynthia’s b****t. Like a newborn, he suckled at her n****e, rubbing it with the warm, moist lining of his mouth, sucking and drawing it in.
Just as when they kissed, he made slurping sounds, swirling his tongue to circle her n****e, occasionally nibbling gently with his teeth, or sometimes sucking so hard it felt like he might bite it off.
As her delicate n****e was relentlessly sucked beneath his hot tongue, Cynthia’s thighs trembled and she curled up her legs. The soft inner lining of his mouth would gently envelop her n****e, then suddenly suck hard, making her unable to bear it—she squirmed and brought her knees together.
At that, Segleninde removed the hand that had been on her b****t and gently pushed one of her tightly pressed knees open. Finally, releasing her n****e from his mouth, which now glistened with saliva, he let go only at the very last moment, then moved his hand between her legs.
“You’re sweet here again.”
“Unnh, hnngh…”
“You’ve been like this for a while now… Looks like you were looking forward to it.”
His voice, now thick and husky, was tinged with laughter. He was slipping his hand into Cynthia’s pants. Even if she had been wearing underwear, it would have been useless, as her s*x was so wet that wherever his fingers touched, sticky moisture tangled with them.
As if gauging the wetness seeping from her entrance, he ran his fingers down along it, and when he brought his fingers to her achingly prominent c******s, Cynthia’s hips shuddered.
She reflexively grabbed his wrist, but it was useless. His fingers mercilessly pressed and rubbed her c**t with firm pressure. And this time, he took the other n****e into his mouth.
“Huh, uuhng! Aaang!”
The sound of wetness splattered everywhere. Using two solid fingers, he circled and pressed down hard on her c******s, then rubbed it rapidly with flicking motions of his wrist. All Cynthia could do was sob helplessly.
As her wet n****e was released from his warm mouth and met the cool air, it trembled pitiably, so he took it in his lips again and suckled it with slurping sounds.
Not neglecting the other side either, he took it into his mouth as if kissing, rolling his tongue gently inside. From where his fingers touched, even thicker, viscous moisture oozed forth. Her c******s, stroked in a circular motion, stood out stiffly.
A sob burst from Cynthia’s lips. She grabbed his shoulder with tense hands, trying to stop him, but Segleninde only quickened his movements, running his gaze—now growing hotter—over her skin growing damp with sweat, her b*****s quivering with each flick of his wrist, her parted lips gasping for breath, and her tear-filled gray eyes.
Pressing firmly with his thumb as he rolled her c******s, he slid one thick, knobby finger into her wet v****a. Her already tensed inner walls squeezed down as if desperately sucking in his finger.
“U, uuuh, hng—”
Lost in the throbbing sensations, Cynthia twisted her body. He was about to insert another finger, but seeing her squirming as if it was too much, he instead withdrew his finger.
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