Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Curiosity stirred within Knox. If even her tiny tongue tasted this good, how much better would the rest of her taste?
His gaze rolled downward, landing squarely on a pink peak.
“Your tits…”
Like a mound of fresh cream topped with a cherry, she looked impossibly soft and sweet. Knox did not hesitate to lower his head.
The b*****s that propped up her peaks were crushed in his grasp. He squeezed them as if to burst them, then swallowed the protruding pink n****e whole. At the powerful suction—slurping, drawing hard—Irene let out a shrill cry.
“Hhaa, n-no, stop!”
“Nnk.”
Her snow-white legs, splayed in a V-shape, curled inward and clamped down tightly around his c**k. A spark flared in Knox’s eyes at the sensation of her squeezing him as if to bite it off. At the same time, a mischievous glint surfaced.
He gathered both pale b*****s in his hands, pressing them together, then began sucking each in turn. The taste was good, the feel was good, and his c**k rejoiced. With his mouth roughly drawing upon her teat, he swung his hips. Her slick inner walls clung to him—soft when pierced one way, springy and pliant when thrust another.
“Hhng, ahn, ahhng.”
Irene felt her vision flicker once more. Compared to when he had only thrust into her below, the pleasure magnified dozens of times over now that he toyed with her b*****s at the same time. She could endure no longer.
“Hhaaahng.”
She trembled as another climax crashed over her. Involuntary tears streamed down her cheeks. Though she felt relief as the fever of her heat began to subside, the sudden onslaught of pleasure left her utterly limp.
Pop!
Above her fully slackened body, white cat ears sprouted from her head, and from behind her, a white tail emerged. The tail moved according to its old habit, coiling around whatever was nearest.
Knox, who had been thoroughly absorbed in her b*****s, felt something wrap around his leg and lifted his head. With a wet smack, his lips parted from her teat. A thread of saliva stretched like silver silk before snapping.
“Hah…”
Knox let out a flustered breath as he confirmed what had coiled around his leg. He stared blankly at the white tail wrapped gently around his leg, and his pupils dilated in an instant.
“Haa…”
Around her snow-white tail, a jet-black tail emerged and coiled like intertwining threads. Irene barely managed to lift her fluttering eyelids. The sensation of her tail meeting another was strange and unfamiliar—yet deeply welcome.
The black hair splayed over her chest was as dark as the night sky. She could not see his face since his head was lowered, gaze fixed upon the tails, but she found herself more curious about his tail than his expression.
As she shifted her gaze downward, she suddenly met his pitch-black eyes and swallowed her breath. The faintly glimmering dark eyes had turned menacing. She could see her own face reflected within his dilated pupils, but Irene could not form a single coherent thought.
Flick. Her white cat ears twitched. As if in answer, the sleek, glossy black ears also flinched.
Neither of them breathed properly as they faced off, inches apart.
“Uhm…”
Irene thought the heat had subsided to some degree. Considering how he still filled her below, she had no right to say such a thing, but she wanted to distance herself from this male.
Because the look in his eyes right now was chilling.
She was grateful he had helped her through her heat, but she had become afraid of him.
“What is it, Irene?”
His tone was still gentle. His tone alone.
“I think… I’m alright now.”
“What is?”
“The, the heat.”
“Is that so? That’s a relief.”
“Yes, thank…”
She had meant to ask him to move aside, but at that moment, he raised his torso. Bracing both arms firmly beside her head, he straightened up, looking even more enormous than before. Irene gulped.
It seemed his pupils had dilated even further.
“Then, I suppose it’s my turn now?”
With utterly unfocused eyes, he spoke down at Irene. This time, it was he who had lost his senses.
Knox had completely abandoned any consideration for the female. As things stood, he was about to die first—so how could a slightly recovered female even register in his sight?
F**k, what is that tail?
Why is it so soft and white and just—?
Is this insane?
No, are all females like this?
Are they all this fluffy and plush and…
“Why am I so f*****g turned on?”
“What?”
The blue eyes that had been clouded by heat just moments ago were now clear. Knox gazed into them for a brief moment, then flipped her body over once more.
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