“What trick are you playing this time, kitten?”
Sylus sat in the chair, leaning on the back like a king. His head tilted slightly as he said the words in my direction. Come on, he was the one who got blindfolded when he walked into the door. He now acts as if nothing happened.
I took the fruit cake I had bought this afternoon from the fridge to the dining table and looked at Sylus, who sat on the chair as if life agreed with him. I stood behind him as he sniffed the aroma of the fruit cake.
“A trick? Not necessarily. But a game? Let’s say… it’s a good one.”
I whispered in his ear, my fingertips are well latched to his shoulders, then I open my hand and slide down to his bulging chest.
He raised his chin, and that deep laughter thumped to my palm from his chest. My heart was itching from that laughter laced with a hint of seduction.
“Enlighten me, then. How does this… little 'game' of yours work?” Sylus raised a slight grin; every pleasing element in his voice struck my eardrums just right. He is blindfolded, but I can imagine his look all the same. It can be no other than a pair of smug-looking eyes, waiting to see what kind of charade a kitten will make.
“You have to figure out…” My one hand still resting on his shoulder, and I circled to his front like Earth orbiting the Sun through the axis of my resting hand.” What's the fruit I put in your mouth.”
Sylus laughed even more gleefully, revealing a sliver of glistening white teeth. His fingers flirted along the back of my hand, and I curled mine in response to the tingling sensation.
“And what would be my prize?” His palm rested on mine, and a circling dance of fingertips traced upward along the ridge of my bone. They spiraled around my wrist before folding my hand gently into his.
“Your prize.” My index finger hooked onto his chin, then he raised his chin and followed my gesture, “and by that I mean guessed all fruits right.”
I stared down his perfectly sculpted jawline, intrusive thoughts making me drag a long, pale scratch across it.
“Would be ask me for one thing. Anything.”
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“Oh?”
Sylus held my resting hand, bringing it to his lips. A warm, wet breath enveloped my fingertips—then came the faintest touch of his lips against my skin, so slight, so refined.
Ah, even blindfolded, his eyes screamed nothing but arousal. Their charm radiated beyond the blindfold, only heightening the allure of his lips—the perfect shape, the subtle movement when he kissed me… what an existential crisis. As he lifted my hand and kissed it, variant angles of kissing, must he taste my whole hand like that? As he kissed me, his gently puckered lips seemed to savor some rare delicacy, his expression alone needed no eyes to tell me he was intoxicated by my touch. His silver bangs swayed with every tilt, sometimes resting on the black tie or scattering in the wind, each movement sending a tingling tremor through my aching heart.
Black. Black, black, black. In my intoxicated gaze, it seemed to fit his skin just right. His seemingly innocent face tethered my eyes; each light kiss felt like a jolt to my heart, making it skip wildly.
“Now color me interested…” He sighed between the kissing moments.”You always know how to keep me around, sweetie.”
I gasped, unable to control myself as his allure pulled me down to kiss his lips. His tongue immediately explored the space between my lips, and the wet, slippery sensation of it against my skin made me gasp softly.
The sound of "interested" continued to tug at my reason, Sylus' unique way of pronouncing every syllable rolling over the tongue now thrusting inside my mouth. In my mind, I replayed that word, now soaked with the heat he’d imparted.
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Interested.
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I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me as I straddled him, my hands cupping his face as I kissed his lips with reckless abandon. He let me kiss him, unrestrained, his large hand gliding to the inside of my thigh, his arm pressing me closer. One hand gripped my lower back while he laughed softly between my kisses, his breath warm against my lips.
“Is this also part of your game?” He panted softly from the kiss, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he whispered against mine, his breath warm with amusement.
“It's not…” I straddled him, my fingers threading through his hair at the roots, gently tugging and massaging. ”I just feel like kissing you.”
"Sweetie..." I heard him sigh softly in my ear. "How about we skip the 'game' and go straight to the... action?"
"No!" I pulled back slightly, shooting him a glare as he smirked, lips pressed tight. "There's no fun in that!"
"Alright, alright..." Sylus raised his hands in mock surrender. "A game it is."
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I huffed, leaning down to bite his lips again before turning slightly, still straddling him as I reached for the fruit cake on the table. I thought for a moment, deciding to start simple. I picked up a slice of strawberry and, turning back to him, said:
"Say Ahh..."
Sylus obediently parted his lips, and his tongue quickly snaked out to take the strawberry from my fingers.
"Strawberry," he said after chewing for a moment, his lips curling into a grin. "An appetizer to start, sweetie?"
"Don’t want to be harsh on you… yet." I gently wiped the strawberry juice from the corner of his lips with my thumb, then brought my slightly damp fingertip to my lips.
After all, he couldn’t see me. I glanced at his face, blindfolded by the tie. Then, I stuck out my tongue, licking the strawberry-sweetened juice and Sylus’s taste from my finger.
Mmm, strawberry. I swear I wasn’t blushing, I thought quietly to myself.
"Is it good?" His voice, laced with teasing, caught me off guard, making me flinch. He seemed to sense my sudden embarrassment, only chuckling softly as he pressed his finger to his lips, his deep voice breaking with amusement.
"Stop laughing!" I huffed, slamming my fist lightly into his chest. Before I could pull my hand away, he caught it in his palm.
"I'm not laughing," he said, holding my hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles, his tone still teasing. "I’m... appreciating your reaction."
I shot him a glare but quickly realized he couldn’t see me. That only made me more irritated. Yanking my hand free, I grabbed a slice of kiwi from the cake and shoved it roughly into his mouth, where his lips had parted from laughing.
“Next!” I tried to sound as intimidating as possible.
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I am not going to lick my finger next time, it was so stupid! I glared at his face, completely at ease as he chewed, grinding my teeth in irritation. This damn crow, I thought bitterly.
"Kiwi," Sylus answered without hesitation after swallowing the fruit. I wasn’t sure if I was still angry at him for laughing at me or for guessing it right again, so I stayed silent, reluctant to speak.
He waited for a moment, but when I didn’t respond, he tilted his head slightly and seemed to think for a moment.
He placed one hand on my thigh, where I sat across his lap, his broad palm almost covering both of my legs. His warm hand lingered over my bare thigh, brushing gently over the hem of my gray skirt, the side of my hip, and the curve of my waist before finally resting on the arm I had crossed over my chest.
His fingers slid between mine, gently pressing against the back of my hand, pulling it towards his lips. Without a word, he parted his lips and, with a slow, deliberate motion, traced his tongue over the fingertip I had used to touch the kiwi.
"Tastes even better now." The teasing in his voice faded, replaced by a warmth that seemed to melt through me. Suddenly, I wasn’t angry anymore.
"Of course it does," I murmured, feeling my cheeks warm at the memory of his tongue, unable to meet his gaze as I whispered.
This time, I didn’t pull my hand away from his grasp. Instead, I used my other hand to reach for a blueberry from the cake.
"Here." I pinched the blueberry between my thumb and forefinger, holding it at his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. The deep purple fruit, round and vibrant, pressed against his full, slightly parted lips. For some reason, the sight of it made my thoughts wander, and my body started to heat up, bit by bit.
Sylus opened his lips, and perhaps because the blueberry was small, his tongue stretched out just a little further, rolling the berry onto the surface of his tongue before pulling it into his mouth. It wasn’t until the blueberry disappeared behind his lips that I realized I had been staring at his tongue, at the way his moist, red tongue traced half a circle around the deep purple berry. The image burned into my mind, and I couldn’t shake it. My finger twitched, curious about how that tongue might feel against my skin.
"Blueberry." He answered quickly, correctly, before unconsciously licking his lips.
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Of all things I must see…He. Licked. His. Fucking. Lips.
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"Next." I heard him say, his voice laced with expectation.
But there were no other fruits left on the cake. Still, I don’t want to end the game just yet.
I glanced sideways at the cake, now down to only three types of fruit. After a brief thought, a small, sly smile tugged at my lips.
I reached out, using my index finger to scoop up a bit of the creamy frosting from the cake and gently spread it on my fingertip, then brought it to Sylus’s lips. This time, I didn’t urge him with words. Instead, I simply pressed my finger softly against the edge of his lips, silently asking him to open his mouth. He complied, taking my finger into his mouth, the soft cream mixing with the warmth of his tongue.
And that was when I truly felt the heat of his tongue.
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I heard his low, muffled laugh as his warm, wet tongue twisted and licked at my finger. His saliva mixed with the melting cream, making my fingertip sticky and slick with each movement.
I simply watched him, blindfolded, as his red tongue licked and played with my finger.
“I wonder what this is…” he murmured between licks, amusement dancing in his voice as he deliberately sidestepped the right answer, all to keep teasing me with that tongue of his.
“Ah… a kitten’s paw, is it?”
I was so mesmerized by the sight of him licking me that my other hand couldn’t help but reach for his cheek. I brushed it gently, then slid my palm around to the back of his head. My fingers tangled into his hair as I pulled him closer.
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I kissed him—his tongue, my finger, all of it. I tasted the sticky sweetness of the cream melting in his mouth, tasted the flavor of my skin on his tongue. My fingertip was still hooked around his tongue, tracing the texture of his taste buds. He let out a low moan from his throat, one hand locking around the back of my head, the other clamping firmly around my waist, pulling me hard against his chest.
He kissed me like that, my finger still in his mouth. He licked it while kissing my tongue, licking both as if they were the same. And just when I tried to pull my hand back—he bit me.
“Sylus!” I gasped from the sting, yanking my hand away and biting his lip in retaliation. “No biting!”
But he just kept holding me tight, lips brushing against mine, his laughter a low rumble vibrating from his chest into mine.
“You didn’t say anything about biting,” he murmured.
The way he nuzzled into me was too gentle, too tender—it melted something inside me. With that softened heart, I leaned in, resting my nose against his, lips brushing lips, as we sank into each other’s breath.
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"Fine. Last one."
I took a small step back, lowering my gaze to his lips. They were glistening, damp with the trace of my tongue, still carrying the cloying sweetness of cream.
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Cream. His lips. The plump, dark sheen of a blueberry.
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I placed one hand against his chest, gently pressing him back into the chair. With the other, I slowly, almost timidly, undid the buttons of my shirt. I felt shameful for the lewd thought forming in my mind, but even as I bit my lower lip, I carried it out without hesitation.
My hand stayed firm against his chest, keeping him from rising. With my shirt undone, the other hand reached for the cake once more, scooping up a smear of rich, sugary cream. My cheeks were burning as my finger tip stuttered to smear the cream over my nipple.
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The Cream. The lips. The plump, dark sheen of a blueberry.
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I eased the pressure holding him down, my palm tracing the curve of his chest as it glided upward. I passed his collarbone, I did not linger. I passed his alluring side of the neck, I did not linger. I passed his beautiful face; I did not linger. And finally, my palm came to rest at the nape of his neck.
I cradled him, slowly pressing him against my chest.
“Have a taste.”
I watched him take my nipple into his mouth, the thick sweetness of the cream melting with it.
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I bited down my lips, not allowing myself a sound. I reckoned he knew it the moment he tasted it, but his tongue was simply circling my nipple, eating all the cream away. I look down at him, his mouth tipped with a smearing white, eating my nipple; to say it is erotic is an understatement. I did think his tongue pulled my plug, and my drainage simply could not stop, no matter how much my thighs wanted to keep it close.
His tongue didn’t settle for just one angle—it moved like a beast intent on devouring my entire nipple. He licked around my areola, lips closing around the peak with deliberate care, then bit down, gentle yet possessive. As he tasted me, his breath washed over my skin—warm, damp, and constant—chilling the saliva-slicked curves of my chest just enough to raise tiny goosebumps. My moan could not stop when he deliberately sucking out with a wet pop sound.
“Sylus…” My fingers tangled in his hair and yanked it back, trying to pull him away. But the push-back only provoked him—his mouth clamped down hard.
“Ah—!” I cried out in pain.
A smirk curled on his lips—that smile he only wears when provoked. Breathing a little harder, he whispered, “A sweet, steaming cherry…”
He turned his face slightly, stuck out his tongue just enough to let me see it, then dragged it flat and slow across my stiffened peak.
He murmured, voice low and thick with heat. “Of course I know which side, but I want to hear you say it.”
“No, I─ ahh!” My body is too honest to make me a liar, my sight shamefully fixed on his tongue which ravaging me, joined by the obscene and arousing black tie, eyes inseparable. I furrowed my brows and shouted, both hands wrapping around his head, sending my nipple further into her mouth. I feel his wet hot mouth with my breast, a growl full of my tender chest. He seemed agitated, so furious and so focused on eating me, tongue pressing my erected nipple into my breast, teeth crawling on my areola. I was well beyond gladly to lose to the auroras of pleasure he sent to me.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTFRChJmw4z
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“Fi- fine! It’s left!” Upon my surrender, he reluctantly released my ravaged nipple. My cheek rested against his forehead, my hand still gripping his hair. My butt, pressed against his pants, felt hot and wet, not sure if it is sweat…or something else. His gaze staying low upon the movement of my butt, one hand carrying me, another dipping down my butt, touch a handful of his pants. His soft laughter is an indication that I am too slow to stop him from saying anything.
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“And now… my pants are wet because of you.”
“Sylus!”
“Hahaha…” His lips pressed my ear, I could hear his arousal from his every syllable.
“Now you’re shy? Where did the kitten that sent her nipple to my tongue go, hm?”
I clawed at him, covering his mouth with both hands to stop him from teasing me further. Now, only his nose was left peeking out from behind my palms—but I could still tell, from the way he felt beneath my hands, that he was smiling.
Under my half-shy, half-irritated gaze, Sylus tilted his head slightly. I felt his kiss against my palm—his lips and that mischievous tongue rubbing against my hand, part soothing, part coaxing.
Eventually, his large hand covered mine, guiding it to rest against his cheek. Sure enough, there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and that smile was now brushing softly against my palm.
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“So...” he finally shifted the topic, his voice warm and full of affection as he asked me, “Can I claim my prize now, my beloved?”
Once again, his lingering kiss and voice, full of affection, quenched my shame and frustration. My palm grew soft from his kisses, and his loving words soothed my heart. So, I gave the flesh of his cheek a firm squeeze with the hand pressed against it.
"You may." I withdrew my hand, folding my arms across my chest as I gazed at him. "What do you want?"
"Anything, you said?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Anything."
"I would like you… to lie down on the table for me."
"That’s it?" I responded, a teasing edge to my tone.
Sylus’s mischievous smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. His hands crept into my body from the opened shirt, palms slowly, and sexually caressed up from my waist to my back. He pressed me to his chest, lips haunting my ear.
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“Naked, and legs. Wide. Open.”
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I couldn’t tell if it was his red-hot touch, his brazen demand, or perhaps his lips on my collarbone. I agreed with a voice, fingers holding his chest, shaking. I slowly took off my clothes for him. Wherever I undressed, his lips followed. As the silk shirt slipped off my shoulders, he kissed them softly.
When I tossed it to the floor, he swept me up and sat me on the table, lowering his head to kiss my belly. When my thumb slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, he kissed the spaces between my fingers and the curve of my waist. As I pulled the skirt down to my knees, his lips found the softness of my thighs. And when I finally slipped it off, he cradled my calves and pressed tender kisses to my knees.
“I can’t see you… Tell me, are you done?” He teasingly brushed my leg with the blindfolding tie, the gesture thick with implication. With his head tilted, he glanced up at me, a sly smile playing at his lips.
“Naked… and legs wide open?”
My cheeks flushed helplessly, turning a deep shade of red. I shifted my body little by little, my feet pressing against the edge of the table, my back flat against its surface, my face resting near the fruit cake. With my legs spread wide, I lay there, completely naked, offering myself like a cake on the dining table.
“… Yes,” I replied with the voice of a mosquito.
Sylus rose, like a king watching the land beneath his castle, even blindfolded, still reeking of a scent numbing my bottom. I am in heat and can only see him zipping off, removing the fully erected monster. His flooding scent is already raping my nostril.
His cock acts as if it is searching for a path, nibbling here, prodding over there, sliding through my thighs and poking my rear. Every time I felt the heat of his cock, my thighs can’t help but stutter. I can’t tell if he was playing with me or really because he couldn’t see…the frequency with which he messing with me was just too despicable, so casually as if that dripping spear tip wasn’t his to begin with. He grinded through my clit, grinding and circling, my slightly erected clit even got swallowed in his tip. This scene is nothing if not overly erotic; the visual and the sensation sent a curling spasm to my feet, and I went along with my frowning groan.
He laughed in an amusing arousal, hands finally hooked through my thigh, palm locked onto my knee and hanging my leg on his elbow, pulling me to the table edge. My butt is half hanging in the air, rear on his knee. His cock finally pressed against my spot. My loving pussy, the meaty lips already kissing his tip. He smiled and pushed my legs toward me, opening them wide.
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“Hold your legs for me.”
That was an order that branded my throat for a moan, and I obediently followed it. Fingers shaking, I posed my legs open, waiting for him to feast on me.
“Good girl.”
I eagerly waited for him to make a move on me, pussy throbbing on his cock tip. When I thought he would finally thrust in, he then act like thought of something, the cock which about the breach my pussy suddenly pulled away. I was not fast enough to voice my protest; his whole body leaned down on me, and a broad shadow enveloped me completely. His hands supported my cheek, and he gave me a loving kiss.
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“The game is to figure out everything you fed me…”His kisses marked me from my lips to my cheek, holding my earlobe in his mouth, and he spoke in the charmest whisper I could never hope to resist. “That means… You count as well, kitten.”
“Let me taste the 'fruit' down here first…”
His lips fell onto my neck, and I felt his breath against my skin. His hands still didn’t touch me; he simply used his lips and tongue to savor the delicacy presented before him. My voice trembled as he licked my collarbone, that soft, wet tongue wandering across my skin, occasionally making intimate popping sounds with his lips. He kissed and sucked, and when he was thoroughly satisfied, he bit me with his teeth. I melted in his mouth, just like that.
“Ah... Sylus...” I called out in frustration, my hands dropping from my knees as I reached out to embrace him, pulling him close to my neck, wanting him to hear me. My gesture stirred his laughter, and his breath spilled onto the crook of my neck.
“Can’t wait already, kitten?” He kissed my cheek, his words filled with both desire and amusement. The gravel in his deep voice rolled through my ears as he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Keep your legs. I’m not done yet.”
I blinked, his words searing across my cheeks. Biting my lower lip, I drew my knees up and parted my legs for him. He left a kiss on my shoulder—a soft reward—before continuing to savor me with his tongue tip. His tongue slithered from my shoulder to my chest, leaving a slick trail. He deliberately avoided my nipple, not even a glancing lick through my areola, just a wide circle on my breast. That tongue simply glided through the edge of the areola, then took away with a taste, leaving my erected nipple standing in wanting desire.
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“Sylus…” There was a quiet plea threaded through his name as I arched my chest, pressing my nipple gently to his mouth. It brushed his lips—just for a moment—before he exhaled, a breath laced with amusement.
“I’ve tasted this one already.”
Words were spoken, and action began. He ignored my erect nipple, kissing further down, licking the boundary between breast and rib. A sudden development in places I never thought in my wildest dreams, that sensation is comforting and strange, I never thought it would be that sensitive. I moaned in his willful exploration, feeling his lips and tongue marking my belly and its bottom. He left a trail of saliva, a cold sensation, but in contrast, the warm tongue marched downward. Finally, the tongue slicks into my craving thighs, feasting on the “fruit”.
“Ugh…” I arched my head on the instant his tongue tip on its goal, a moan came out. I can’t tell my pussy’s wet touch is from my own or his tongue, which brings an arousing tide on my pussy.
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His licking always began at the labia. The clit was never his first destination—he started instead at the lower edge of the lips, exploring from there, allowing me to see him in action. Inch by inch, he traced upward with the vivid red of his tongue, licking all the way to the erected clit. Then he used the very tip of his tongue to grind and press—and I screamed like a slut.
His tongue tip flicked wickedly fast against the very peak, a cruel kind of precision that sent tingles down my soles and made my entire lower body burn with heat. After I whimpered like a helpless pup, Sylus finally spared my swollen little bud. He traced downward from the top, slipping between the folds of my labia, licking deep into the crevice.
From the inside, he scraped at the base of my clit. The pleasure wasn’t sharp or overwhelming—it was deeper, more insidious. It felt as if he were toying with the very root of sensation itself, wrapping a heavy net of pleasure around me, from the inside out, from the deepest part of me.
And once caught in it, there was no escaping.
And I loved that bondage—A net spun from sheer desire, with me tangled inside by lust and love, while he kissed me from beyond the web.
His tongue lingered where the root of my clit met the opening of my core,
Licking from deep within, swirling briefly at the tip,
Then plunging back down again.
Base, tip, and circle.
Base, tip, and circle.
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That pattern…felt so familiar.
I caught myself thinking in the thick haze of pleasure…
But what exactly made it feel so familiar?
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Base, tip, and circle.
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My tongue started mimicking his without thought,
Moving inside my mouth as if I were servicing something long and solid.
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Something long... a rod?
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"You’re mocking me??" I stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief, watching as that mischievous smile crept back onto his lips.
"I’m just returning the favor." Sylus tilted his head slightly, purposefully angling it in an almost innocent way. "Since you make me feel so good. Every. Single. Time."
A single finger was all it took to silence me, paired with that ravaging tongue of his, relentlessly teasing my inner folds. The words I tried to speak were swallowed by his tongue, transforming into endless moans that spilled from my lips, one after another.
I meant to tell him an orgasm was coming, but it stuck in my throat, and nothing but streams of moaning came out. The words lodged in my throat, unable to be spoken, turning into faint sobs that spilled from my lips.
He seemed to understand what I meant—his fingers and tongue moved faster and faster, even letting me hear his breaths as he licked.
By all that is holy, I know how much I love the sound of his breathing—that low, husky, intimate panting, soaked in warmth and thick with affection.
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And he knew it all too well.
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I could no longer hold myself together. With my heels braced against the edge of the table, I lifted my hips into his mouth, hands cradling his head, fingers threading through his hair and pressing him closer to me. I heard his muffled, breathless laughter, quickly followed by a ragged, seductive exhale. I felt the press of his lips against my pussy—tender, fervent—and a certainty of pleasure, of how his fingers working inside me, swift and unrelenting. When his tongue found its way back into that aching seam, flicking beneath where my bud throbbed the most. My legs trembled all the more violently, and my fingers, locked around his head, held him inescapably in place. I could even feel the bridge of his nose yielding beneath the pressure of my hips, reshaped by the force of my need.
His ragged breaths were muffled beneath my grip, slipping out in fragments through the scant space between his face and my drenched pussy. He licked and gasped in tandem, drawing in air with his lips and tongue still pressed tightly to me—breathing me in, breathing my unmistakable scent of my arousal. The very act of inhaling while tasting me, slow and deliberate, was already obscene in its own right.
I…
“Ah…” He let out a dim, wet sigh, and it broke my mind.
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He made me come with his tongue and those unbearably lustful breaths. It was a deep, long climax that overwhelmed both my body and soul. I couldn’t make a sound, just trembled in his mouth, shaking so hard the table even rocked.
Sylus kept kissing my lips, his fingers, wet from me, softly massaging the inside of my thighs, silently prolonging the pleasure of my orgasm. It wasn’t until I stopped shaking that I blinked through the tears he’d drawn, looking down at him.
“Sylus…” I whispered, calling him. He understood my unspoken request, rising up from between my legs and then leaning down to give me a warm hug, as my legs spread wide across the table.
“Feeling okay?” he asked, pulling back slightly. Just as I was about to say I was fine, I saw his face covered in my juice, and my face instantly turned bright red. I pushed his face away, reaching for a tissue to wipe it off, rubbing his face quickly, making his laughter crack into pieces.
“Don’t be shy when using me, kitten.”
“I’m not…!” I could not tell if I loved him because he knew me so well or if I was angry about it even more.
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"Oh, really?" Sylus flashed that grin again, the one that always drove me crazy. His pants were undone, and I could feel the cock of him, still erecting, still tip dripping despite everything. He lifted my legs, pressing them toward me, exposing my wet pussy completely. His cock was so close, and his voice dropped low, his breath warm against my ear.
"How about... now?"
I bit my lip and turned my head, unwilling to face that look on his face—so frustrating, yet so magnetic. My silence could have been a refusal... or perhaps an acceptance without words.
He noticed my evasion and leaned in, chasing my lips with his. He kissed me deeply, and the teasing smile faded completely.
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"Do you want me?"
His voice was filled with affection, even a hint of urgency. The deep and wet vibe with which he spoke made my heart race, and all I could think of was one word, one simple affirmation—
"Yes."
He moved forward, thrust it in me.
“Ah! Sy—”
I couldn’t even say his name. The moment it began to leave my lips, he thrust deep inside me, and it stole my voice completely. All I could do was answer him with my pulsing pussy.
His breath rasped thick and hoarse against my ear, a low groan slipping out as he drove into me, tongue trailing hot, kissing down the curve of my neck. My knees were hooked in his arms, bouncing with each hard thrust of his hips. My fingers climbed back to the nape of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair, pulling in rhythm with every helpless moan he grinded from my throat.
I cradled the back of his head as he bit and licked at the hollow of my neck, then sank my teeth into his ear, whining filth into the shell of it—wet, shaky cries that tumbled right into him.
“Arghh—”
He growled low in his chest when I bit down, like something inside him had finally snapped. He sank his teeth into the side of my neck and started pounding into me with brutal intent. My lips parted around a soundless gasp as I felt the head of his cock slam mercilessly against the meat fold just behind my bladder, over and over, punishing it, worshiping it, making me feel just how much my body craved such brutish act.
My toes curled tight as he folded me in half, locked and fucked down in his arms and wholly taken. He didn’t even need to look—he already knew how wrecked I looked, how much I loved being broken apart in his hold. He gave a low, amused chuckle between harsh breaths and neck bites.
“Curling your toes already?”
He paused for a heartbeat, then he took the hand I had hooked around his neck and lifted it gently to his mouth. He kissed the inside of my wrist first before his fingers slid down to grasp mine, lifting my index finger to his lips. He sucked the finger tip into his mouth, slow and deliberate.
“Watch this.”
I just watched him—his eyes blindfolded with a black tie—as he took my fingertip into his mouth, while I used every nerve of my body to feel the pleasure he was giving me.
My eyes told me how obscenely erotic he looked, that gorgeous face made even more sinful with his vision denied, those lips wrapped around me so vividly and lushly. My fingertips told me how wet and soft his tongue was, how intoxicating the pain of his biting was; much as my pussy telling me how hard his cock was, his every ramming and the searing and intense pleasure that followed, I could only cry in rapture.
“I… Sylus…”
His name rolled off my tongue, wrapped in a sob, slipping through the heat-heavy air and straight into his ears.
I wanted to cry out, to let my pleasure pour into his name, to let him hear how good he was making me feel, to show him how utterly I was giving myself over—body and soul—to the love he carved into me.
But I couldn’t speak. That sob lodged itself in my throat and locked it tight, letting only broken whimpers tumble from my lips, sealing all that overwhelming bliss inside me—like my body had become an object, a container holding every drop of ecstasy in, refusing to let even a whisper of it escape.
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"I know, sweetie. I know..."
He thrust himself deep inside me, finally letting go of my finger. One of my legs still hung over his arm, while both his hands came up to cradle my face.
In his embrace, I was folded in half and kissed into silence.
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"Give yourself to me."
I nodded into his palm without a word, my lips blindly seeking his. But when I opened my eyes, the black cloth still covered his eyes—yet in my mind, I saw only his crimson eyes, staring back at me, overflowing with love and lust.
Right then, I wanted nothing more than to be bathed in that gaze. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to feel me with everything he had.
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"Sylus… look at me."
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He chuckled softly. He didn’t point out the hypocrisy that I was the one blindfolded him, and I was also the one begging him to look.
Instead, he gently lowered my leg, his cock still buried inside me as he rose upright—and with one hand, he pulled the tie from his eyes.
The black fabric slipped past the bridge of his nose, glided over his bare chest, and fell silently to the floor.
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And at last, I saw them—those burning red eyes, brimming with love… and desire.
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Everything that followed felt as natural as drinking water. My lips found his, and his arms slipped under mine, lifting me from the table and holding me tightly against his chest. His raming grew gentler, cock tip never once leaving me. Sometimes, he moved in slowly from the middle inside my pussy, other times he simply stayed deep, pressing against the spot that made me tremble.
His crimson eyes locked with mine, reading the pleasure and tears drawn from me. The light in his pupils gleamed so brightly, shining through his eyelashes and straight into me, bolting his deep affection into my mind.
My hands found the back of his head again, fingers tangled in his fine hair, tracing soft circles at the nape of his neck. In this intimacy of sex, I was finally able to voice what I felt. I kissed his cheek, moaned against his earlobe, and felt his ear grow warmer as my voice lingered there.
Eventually, he pulled his ear away from my lips and pressed his own back to mine. His tongue danced a sloppy cadence with mine, drawing from me as he moved his hips with gentle, rhythmic waves. Our waists stayed close, and I could feel every deliberate motion of his muscles driving his cock into me.
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I drowned in his kiss while he held me, both hands cupping his face just as he wrapped me wholly in his arms. As he rammed it deep inside me again, I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels resting against the waist, and gently expressed myself to him—telling him I wanted more. I wanted every part of me to be touched by him, to be claimed entirely by his scent.
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Whether he sensed my intent or was simply driven by it, I felt his lips bite down on mine, and then came the overwhelming feeling of him thrusting with raw, focused intensity. He didn’t let go of my lips, inhaling deeply from my mouth, tongue brushing hard against my lower lip. His breath spilled between us, weaving our mouths together, inseparable.
He breathed me in, panting through our kiss while his hips rocked firmly within me. The belt still looped through his trousers and struck the table edge with every movement, its rhythm no longer gentle but relentless—like spring rain pouring down in full force, drenching and wild, as if stirred by thunder.
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“Ahh! Sy-Sylus!” I called out to him between his unrelenting movements and breath-stealing kisses. His body pushed against mine, his touch inescapable—on my lips, my ears, my fingertips, my pussy, it is all him.
All of it, everything... was him.
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I loved him so much.
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I raised my brows, receiving everything he gave me. Be it his scent or the pleasure, I let every pore, every sense of mine be soaked in his presence. He filled up all of my senses—there wasn’t even room left for a breath of oxygen. My brain was overheating, and I tried to turn my face away from his lips to catch a little fresh air that wasn’t so hot and heavy.
But he didn’t let me. He turned his head to catch my lips again, sealing them with another kiss. And so the pleasure and affection stirring inside me had nowhere to go—they just churned in my chest, stirred and stirred by him. I smell nothing but his scent. The smell of his skin, his sweat, a bit of my own, and a sweet aroma of thick cream.
Out of the corner of my blurry gaze, I caught sight of the slice of fruit cake I hadn’t even tasted yet. Several pieces of fruit were missing, and there were dents in the cream where fingers had scooped through it. A piece that had already been eaten.
Just like me.
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“Want some?” Sylus noticed my glance at the cake and let out a soft laugh as he asked. Before I could answer, he propped himself up, slipped his arm out from under me, and reached for the cake. With his fingertip, he scooped up a bit of cream. He looked down at me from above, and once he was sure my eyes were locked on him, he slowly—
Spread. The. Cream. On. His. Collarbone.
I didn’t even know how to describe his smile anymore. Was it roguish? Smug? Triumphant? Sly? My mind had gone blank, filled only with that cream on his collarbone and the searing heat of his hardened length inside me.
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“Have a taste.” He threw my line right back at me.
The next second, my tongue was already on his collarbone, desperate to taste. I never knew cream could taste so good. My ravenous licks made him gasp and moan, and in the middle of those sinfully seductive sounds, he held me tight in his arms and kept fucking me in his embrace.
“Ugh—hmn—”
I groaned as I licked, frowned upon the intense pleasure that my pussy getting pounded, my lips and tongue did not wish to leave his neck, the result was just moaning, well muffled beyond recognition. My arms wrapped on his shoulders, fingernails crawled into his bulging back muscles, and legs locked into his thrusting hip. I hung on him, I licked on him, and my pussy dripping juice from the fucking. I smelled more than just cream and him; I smelled my burning desire.
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I had completely licked the cream clean, but I wasn’t ready to end my tasting. I kept running my tongue along the muscles on the side of his neck, and when he thrust with a particular intensity, I bit down with my teeth, listening to the sound he made in response.
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It seems I did not just like to hear him pant, but also his moaning.
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So I bit down even harder, my teeth sinking deep into his skin. He drew a sharp breath, the sound that rumbled from his throat a mix of a growl and a cry—something primal, almost animal.
His hand tangled in my hair, fingers gripping the back of my head, pulling me in tighter against the curve of his neck.
“Harder. ” he said.
I could not tell if it was a demand or what was going to come. I sank my teeth into him like my life depended on it, and so did he, albeit less on biting but more on fucking. Ours is a symphony of biting and pounding. I was the teeth on his bleeding neck, and he was the primal beast who was stirred by blood, growling and ramming. We fucked like two beasts, two loving beast. Barbaric frenzy, no regard but sex.
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I heard the sound of bodies colliding grow louder, now layered with a slick, wet undertone—mine. Breaths and low growls became heavier, wetter, each husky note at the end falling with increasing weight and intensity— his.
My nails crawl deeply into his backridge, his cock bolting deep into my pussy. Inside and out, nothing but his scent, and my pussy is full of his fluid, even my teeth and lips are the smell of his blood. The hottest part inside my meat fold kept taking his relentless thrusts—what used to hurt had been used so much, it couldn’t feel pain anymore, only raw, overwhelming pleasure. Endless waves of pleasure—soreness, numbness, heat, spasm. It all mixed together, piling higher and higher until it filled me completely. Even my fingertips digging into his back and my curled toes were overflowing with that scorching, burning pleasure.
“—Sylus!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore and cried out loud, my thighs clenching around his waist as they began to spasm. I lay on my back in his palm, my head thrown back as he drove into me relentlessly, slamming hard into the deepest part of me. My brows were lifted high, trembling in his arms, his blood still in my mouth as I kept calling his name. “Sylus! Sylus!”
“Louder—!”
“Sylus I can’t! Sylus! Sylus please—”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore—whether I wanted him to go harder or to stop altogether. But it changed nothing. He was fucking me so violently that all I could hear were the sounds of our bodies colliding, and theringing in my ears from the overwhelming heat and pleasure. My tongue, still stained with his blood, hung loose, and my cheek pressed against his neck—raw and torn where I had bitten him. Blood smeared across my face.
"Agh! Ugh—!"
His moans turned wild, like a beast on the verge of frenzy. The calm, the grace in his voice had all but twisted and distorted, replaced by ragged growls laced with breathy heat. The space between us was filled—his feral panting, my choked cries, a disgraced symphony of a beast and a princess. I savor the blood-rust in my tongue and the growling and roaring in the air as I kept calling his name, again and again, not even sure who I was pleading to anymore.
With my every shout, his thrusts grew harsher, relentless even. His teeth sank into my arching throat, and I couldn't help but tremble under his bite. My whole body burned and pulsed beneath him, slick with heat. Pussy dripping and drenched with the mess he rammed unto me.
"Sylus—" Tears slipped out between jolts of restless thrusting. My voice, raw and broken, softened with every snap of his teeth against my skin. The molten rush taking over my limbs drowned out any sound I could make. My cries faded—thinner, lighter.
Sylus—!
Mouth open, caught mid-cry, I shattered in orgasm in his growl—drenched in his breath, thrown over the edge by that sharp, blinding high. He bit down hard on my neck as I orgasmed, so sudden it made my eyes shoot open. The sudden pain and the sense of suffocation. He drove me forcefully past the brink again, higher— A fatal curve of pleasure echoed through every nerve like it’d never stop.
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I was trembling uncontrollably, my mind completely blank. My pussy felt ruined, unable to control my prolapse, and juice dripped steadily to the floor like I had lost all control. My lips quivered like all heat gave away until he pressed his blood-laced lips gently against mine for a long moment, and his warm, broad hands kept caressing my body. Only then did I slowly come back to my senses.
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“Sylus…” My voice was shaky and unsteady, my arms limp and powerless, hanging onto him with nothing but the support of his embrace.
“You did well, sweetie…” His voice returned to that deep, cello-like tone, soothing my nerves and ears. He leaned forward to place me on the table but didn’t move away—he remained, holding me close against him in that tight embrace, staying with me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“…You’re bleeding.”
My gazeless eyes finally began to focus, and the sight of crimson blood made me blink. I lifted my hand and traced the bite mark I’d left on him.
“So are you.”
He raised his hand and touched the mark he had bitten into my neck. I sluggishly placed my hand over his, blinking again. My thoroughly-fucked-silly reaction seemed to amuse him—he let out a low chuckle.
He kissed my cheek, and the warmth of his smile found its way to the corners of my lips. Our foreheads touched, and all we saw in each other’s eyes was one another.
“Best cake I’ve ever tasted in my life,” he murmured against my lips.
Hm. Mine too. I smiled and thought so myself.
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“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With that, he carried me up from the dining table with one arm, picked his fallen tie off the floor with the other hand, and carried me to the bathroom.
In the tub, he gently washed me and himself clean with warm water. His broad palms skillfully eased the tremors still lingering in my limbs. From time to time, he whispered to me just to keep me awake, trying not to get me to fall asleep. When his fingers caressed over my pussy, he didn’t tease my blushing face. He simply let the flowing water do its job, his eyes filled with tenderness.
I reached up my arm to break his gaze. I somehow didn't want him to look at me. He glanced at me, grabbed my hand, and pressed it to the edge of the tub, continuing both his washing and his gaze. I struggled a bit but couldn’t break free. Pretty sure even my ears were red.
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Afterward, he dried us both off, carried me back to the bedroom, and we collapsed into the soft bed. Lying on the pillows, we looked into each other’s eyes. Sylus still had his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me even closer. In his embrace, I stared at his long lashes, his beautiful eyes, and the red irises set within them. The light in them was so different from when we were making love. Back then, it was dark and greedy, like it wanted to devour me whole. Now, the glow was gentle—like soft crimson moonlight wrapping around me.
I watched his eyes, somehow realizing he seemed to prefer to embrace me up front rather than from behind. Like now, his expression was unbelievably soft. His fingers lazily stroked my cheek, like petting a satisfied cat—or maybe like a satisfied owner petting a cat.
“Do you like it?” I asked quietly under his caress.
He did not seem to expect this question; his gracious eyes blinked with it.
“I do,” he said, voice low and smiling like starlights in the deep space. “And I know you do too.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Unlike your mouth, your body is much more honest.”
He tapped the red bite mark on my neck, then stroked down to my waist, traced the curve of my hip, and slid to the space between my thighs, fingers teasingly brushing the crease.
“You–”
Before I could blush and talk back, his kiss came first.
His palm effortlessly slipped around to cradle the back of my thigh and pulled me to him in one strong force, pressing me tightly against his chest as he kissed me. The way he kissed was so devoted and enjoyed this moment that even soft hums of pleasure escaped between our breaths.
I cupped his head, kissing him passionately, my thigh hooking over his hips, clinging to him. I heard him chuckle—he kept kissing me even as he laughed, showering my lips with a flurry of little pecks, each one making a cute chu-chu sound.
“You’re tired, remember?” he murmured against my lips, his voice full of amusement, soft and low. “You should sleep now… before we accidentally start the next round.”
I glared up at him, eyes accusing this smooth criminal who’d drained me and still trying to tempt me with kisses. My glare only made him laugh harder.
“Alright, alright…” he said, still chuckling, as he gently pressed my head to the crook of his neck. My face ended up resting right beside the bite mark I’d left on him.
“Sleep. I’ll be right here with you.”
His fingers waved through my hair slowly, steadily. The calm rhythm of his fingers gliding over my scalp, through my hair, was the perfect lullaby. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier beneath his touch. Just as I began slipping into sleep, I heard his voice rumble softly from his chest, accompanied by a kiss placed gently on the corner of my forehead.
“Good night.”
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