ushernet Chapter 431: Blossoming Love..? (9)
Chapter 431: Blossoming Love..? (9)
Chapter 431: Blossoming Love..? (9)
Pushing me into the room, Inik took no time to begin undressing, revealing her muscular figure and impressive cock in mere moments... though I was the same, throwing off the dress and letting the Hawkkin ogle my body freely as she took a step closer, her eyes raking up and down my figure much like my own.
"I'll... let you decide, Kalia... Should we have some lovey dovey sex for now, something to assuage our lusts and keep things tame, or do you prefer being treated like a cheap cumdump meant to get fertilized by whoever wants to knock you up? I have ideas for both, so... decide. Pick your poison, Elf..."
Her thick cock pressed against my abdomen, the sturdy, rock hard penis scalding my skin and leaving behind small stains of precum wherever it kissed me, while the owner of this wonderful appendage was just a small step away from me, her hands resting on my back and keeping me in place as she smirked down at me, her red wings furled against her back and adding to her imposing figure.
Every time I saw her, I was mesmerized; her muscles were like ropes, tightly wound around her bones and easily noticed, something that made her lithe yet impressive frame all the more tantalizing for someone who had grown up with only fit futanari.
Even my eldest sister Camara - who was a relatively gentle and relaxed futanari - was rather muscular in her own way; amongst the family, she might have the most defined back muscles thanks to her expertise with the bow, and as such her arms were defined as well, just not to the same degree.
To me, that was what beauty was for futanari, whilst beauty for women had been drastically filtered into something impossible thanks to Mama; how could anyone else compare to such a perfect woman meant for both sensuality and elegance?
That was all to say that Inik physical appearance just... spoke to me so deeply, and when paired with her dominant demeanor, well... she was just what I wanted in a partner, which made the choice all the more difficult as I appraised her supple breasts and sculpted six pack, both of which tapered down into the thick, burly penis that made me feel so, so very good...
"You said you'd do anything for me, right..? Suck on my balls and jerk me off, Kalia... I want to paint your beautiful face white... I want to mark you in my scent..."
I just nodded, moving with her as she shuffled over to the backboard of the bed and spread her legs, giving me room to lay down and nuzzle against the twin orbs that held the nectar I so desperately craved.
One hand played with those heavy orbs whilst the other continued to stroke her cock, and I went from nuzzling her balls to kissing them, making the Hawkkin grunt again above me as she rested her arms over the backboard, looking down at me with a pleasured smile as I worshipped the cock and balls that would bring me that same pleasure she was experiencing.
Parting my lips and sucking on one of her testicles, I jerked her off and enjoyed the thick musk of citrus that filled my head as I continued to worship her, the grunts becoming more frequent as I gave her the best pleasure I could without taking her cock into my throat, though that came after she sprayed her load of cum onto my face.
When I was covered in her spunk, Inik had me lay on the edge of the bed and recreate what I did for her when we first met; hang my head over the edge and lay on my back, before swallowing down her cock and letting her fuck my mouth like it was a pussy until she made me drink her second load, some of which was shot onto my face again.
Despite not needing the foreplay, Inik was certainly finding ways to extend the session of foreplay she wanted as she sat on the edge of the bed and gripped the sheets, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the ceiling whilst I bounced my breasts on her lap with her cum dripping off of my cheeks.
And despite her craving so many things that allowed her to cum and left me waiting and craving my own orgasm, I found solace in the way she grunted each time she came, my memory slowly compiling a record of which grunts meant what as I gave her as much pleasure as I could to apologize for earlier.