Free Web NovelChapter 441: Chapter 440: The Clingy Tuna
Kiana’s kiss left me breathless. The sloppy sounds of our tongues clashing is all that remained inside this room. Her eyes narrowed down in satisfaction, but it could not hide her heavy affection.
She loves me... as much as I love her.
My hands grew restless. My fingers brushed past beneath her jacket. A tiny gap appeared between it and her skirt due to her movements. When my hands rubbed against it, her pristine and supple skin responded to my touch. She did not wear anything beneath her jacket. That thought came to my mind like a soft, tantalizing whisper.
She did not wear anything underneath.
Then, I noticed her soft buttocks sitting on my waist. It was covered by the skirt’s fabric at first, but due to her repeated movements, it is gone. I sensed her curves more clearly, as if...
She’s not wearing anything underneath too!
My realization did not escape her eyes. Meeting her breath-taking star-like pupils, hints of playfulness and satisfaction presented themselves in my eyes. Only now did I realize that Kiana meant to do this from the start. I almost laughed, if it isn’t for the slippery tongue entangling mine. I couldn’t prevent heat spreading through my cheeks; an admittance of my embarrassment.
To fight back, both my hands crawled underneath her jacket. The garterized end of it stretched widely, accepting my intrusion. An Eastern saying is fitting to describe it—willow waist. Her abdomen held a thin layer of fat. My fingertips lightly sank onto it, which only earned me a more intense tongue entanglement.
Just then, Kiana paused momentarily. She lifted her head slowly. Our lips parted. Saliva came out of her mouth, with some of them spilling onto mine. The moment she sat up, her towering chest shook. Their fluidity made one thing apparent—she’s not wearing a bra too.
Kiana’s tongue licked her lips with a naughty look before proceeding to unzip her jacket. A vast expanse of snow appeared in my sight. My nose captured the faint scent of milk.
"Are you curious how it would taste?"
Her words sent shivers throughout my body. I knew about the Tuna’s naughty personality long ago. She proactively asked me to do a lot of things, and by that, I meant a lot. Using her pussy, her asshole, her mouth... then there’s the one using her breasts and armpits. Even when Sirin was present, Kiana was the proactive type.
She gave off a slightly different feeling now...
Like a succubus out to drain me dry.
"It was supposed for our future child, but there’s no harm letting papa have a taste."
Something just snapped inside my mind. I watched Kiana unzip her jacket in a daze, revealing the pair of snow white bunnies. Her pink nipples stood erect, glistening with temptation.
I didn’t have to move an inch. She lowered her body to my face. I did not hesitate one bit, bringing one of her nipples to my mouth. A faint milkish-taste appeared on my tongue when it touched her breast. The tip of my tongue circled around her areola.
"Mn..!"
Kiana’s hand reached out for my head and began patting it. The ends of her double-braids fell to my face. The tip of my tongue soon touched her erect nipple, causing yet another moan to escape her lips. Her abdomen shook faintly as her increasingly sensitive body reacted to my actions.
Just as I thought I was winning, the warm touch of her hand reached out to my waist. Kiana unhesitantly reached out underneath my pajama pants. The bulging tent from earlier, stained slightly by her clear and sticky liquids, was pulled down. My fully erect flesh rod swung in the open air.
An electrifying sensation crept up to the crown of my head as Kiana touched it with her nimble hand. She grasped it with all four of her fingers, unable to hold its full length. Then, she gently stroked it back and forth.
It twitched several times within her grasp. I couldn’t help but suck at her nipples harder.
"Mhm..! You are being naughty..."
The combination of her whispers, her headpats, and her handjob almost turned my brain into mush. Heat continued accumulating on my lower waist.
"Hn..!"
A gush of warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth. I saw her other breast spilling out milk. It tasted mildly, making me want more.
Plop-!
After drinking from Kiana’s breast, I did not leave the other neglected. The tip of my tongue crawled along her snow-white skin, catching the milk that trickled down her mountains. All I could think of is milk... Kiana’s milk.
I want more of it.
My thoughts grew hazy. I allowed myself to be wrapped in this form of indulgence—in Kiana’s pampering. I only woke up once the trapped internal heat in my lower waist erupted. It drew an arc mid-air as her slow but tight strokes squeezed my cum out. I couldn’t stop cumming. My mind grew numb with my ensuing climax. Kiana’s touch superimposed this euphoric sensation.
By the time it stopped erupting, Kiana raised her right hand stained with white sticky fluids. The mess was no joke. The volume of my cum was exaggerated.
I met her teary eyes. Her gaze blurred like stained glass. Kiana is intoxicated too. Her left hand filled with my fluids reached out under her black skirt. Not even a second later, she stood up. Kiana sat onto my legs, with my fully erect flesh rod touching her skirt and stomach. She sandwiched it first between her thick thighs.
"Hm..."
I couldn’t help but let out a low grunt. Being sandwiched by her thighs felt extremely heavenly. I couldn’t muster an inch of strength, lying flat on the bed. She proceeded to tease my glans with her clean right hand, all the whilst rubbing her moist slit against my shaft. She did not cast a cleaning spell on her dirtied left hand. Instead, she stuck her tongue out... and licked her fingers one by one. Kiana swallowed every single drop of my cum before casting a cleaning spell on her fingers and tongue. The cold yin qi on her body broke out, merging together with my fluids that contained my yang qi.
That sight is enough to rouse my dick. Her fingers that continued teasing my glans was akin to her scratching my heart. My body and mind craved Kiana—the physical and spiritual fusion we always underwent. I felt somewhat helpless, and at the same time, found myself reveling on this unique experience of being utterly dominated.
"It’s my turn to drink your milk..."
Sporting a playful look, Kiana pushed her entire body upward. She aligned her moist cave’s entrance towards my towering flesh rod before taking it down in one go.
Plap-!
A tight, sticky sensation flooded my nerves. It is a completely different feeling from Kiana’s warm hand. The tiny squelching and trembling of her inner folds brought my mind to cloud nine. Both her hands pressed against my shoulders as I felt my glans grinding against her cervix.
All these times, she wasn’t able to take all of it inside her. Only when we did it anal did Kiana manage to engulf the entirety of my dick in. That is the reason why it felt like a guilty pleasure.
As if sensing my thoughts, Kiana shot me an affirmative look.
"It is for later..."
She did not wait for my reaction. She moved her hips up and down. Her breasts swayed up and down along with her twin braids, entrancing me completely. The mind-numbing sensation crawling along my spine combined with every single word of affection towards her.
Such a beautiful and caring goddess... is now playing with my dick.
I didn’t know whether to place it on the perverted spectrum or the realm of pure love. As if helping me find an answer, Kiana placed both her hands on mine. Her fingers interlocked with them just like before, raising my hands to the level of her chest. She playfully wiggled her fingers on the gaps of mine, giving me a slightly ticklist sensation.
Before long, Kiana gave up first.
"Hmn..!"
Her body froze in the middle of her swaying. Then, her legs started trembling. The low but continuous moans that escaped her mouth rustled my heart. Her eyes narrowing down in pleasure was the finisher. I didn’t even mind the clear liquid flowing down my waist, wetting the sheets and the mattress underneath us.
This is what I wanted to see.
Kiana’s most vulnerable state is present only to me and me alone. I am self-aware that love inevitably produces selfishness. Only, it is more prominent this time.
The slight pause of her movements did not diminish my arousal whatsoever. I found her more cute... and my dick reacted in kind. I couldn’t help but feel slightly dissatisfied, prompting my hips to thrust slightly upwards.
"Hm... uwa..?"
Kiana’s shoulders trembled. Tears started forming in her eyes. The domination loss stirred something inside my heart.
Plap-!
Plap-!
Plap-!
My hands held hers tightly. It took a while for Kiana to exit her frozen state. The looks in her eyes contained a hint of pleading... to which I complied. I no longer followed through on thrusting my hips, allowing her to do whatever she wishes. It did not take long before my mind turned dazed once more.
I lost count of Kiana’s climaxes. All that mattered was every time she flashed her vulnerable look, my heart felt like being scratched by a cat. My usual self would have gone feral and hugged her tightly. Giving her deep kisses and licking her body is a must.
This is no good...
My mind started drifting afar. Only the sloppy sounds of our flesh clashing together remained in my ears. Her affectionate yet seductive look is all that remained in my eyes. The tight and somewhat slippery sensation of her inner folds clinging tightly onto my flesh rod is the final nail in the coffin.
After some time, I could no longer hold it in. Fireworks seemingly came off of my mind. My brain got fried as the hot sensation gathering on my glans erupted. Her inner folds twitched, squeezing my flesh rod tightly. As if that isn’t enough, Kiana began to move her hips in a circular manner, stimulating my dick further. It couldn’t stop twitching after that. My mind remained in an extremely aroused state, barely holding the urge to become an animal right here and then and flip the table apart.
The visual stimulations aren’t short either. Her snow-white peaks grew larger compared to our first time together. Her perfect hips are thick enough to make my waist feel like it is pressing against a soft cushion. The electric arcs crawling on my spine felt slightly ticklish. The sensation of another liquid spilling all over my waist.
Most importantly, the cold sensation gushing forth out of her inner folds drew satisfaction and desire. The [Sun-Moon Creation Art] supports cultivation up to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. The absorption of Kiana’s yin qi produced greater effects now that we are both in high realms. Similarly, the desires it urged grew exponentially.
Looking at her narrowed eyes and sleepy look, I knew she was the same as me. It’s just that I inherently possess an advantage. Kiana has a tendency to grow weak with each climax. The ultimate-grade spirit root gave her an edge against me, allowing her to absorb my yang qi with greater ease. Still, our spirit root attributes differ.
Kiana possessed the Endless Void, which is suitable for encompassing all things. I, on the other hand, possess All Creation.
Isn’t reproduction a form of creation?
My Dao is inherently closer to that concept compared to hers. It is more than enough to close a gap of a minor realm and outlast her!
Kiana could no longer keep her upright posture. Her upper body fell to my chest, with her face laying right atop my shoulder. Her double-braids kept their pristine state. Her chest heaved repeatedly, causing her breasts to rise and fall. They pressed onto my chest.
With my mind cleared up by the post-battle clarity, I barely reined in my raging lust.
"Can’t do it anymore?"
"Mn... I still can do it..."
Slap-!
"Eek..!"
Kiana’s sleepy eyes shot wide open. My left hand rested atop one of her butt cheeks, sinking deeply into its rich depth. When she recovered, she pouted and suddenly bit onto one of my nipples. Her action caught me off guard, almost causing me to jolt.
"You..."
"Hmph. I am making things fair."
Kiana let go of it as she spoke. Her double braids became more noticeable in my eyes. A devilish idea went inside my mind.
"Aah..?!"
I flipped Kiana over, placing her underneath me. Her star-like irises contained a trace of anticipation.
The Tuna truly is the greatest switch...
My right hand reached out to one of my greatest masterpieces—her braid. A soft and silky sensation appeared in my hands.
"Turn over."
"...You pervert."
With a blushing face, Kiana complied. Her enticing back now faced my eyes. Finding it insufficient, she even propped her buttocks upwards. Her moist pink slip let out traces of sticky white fluid. I glanced at the messy part of the mattress and felt slightly apologetic at her.
Just how much did I release..?
The thought of it naturally led to my flesh rod standing erect once more. The sight of her firm yet rich buttocks aroused the desire to play with it. My eagerness to do that play overrode anything else, however. I positioned the tip of my glans to the entrance of her pink slit. Then, my hands reached out to her waist-long fish braids. Her ears revealed a tinge of red within them.
Without moving...
Plop-!
...my dick sank deeply inside her flower cave.
"Hn..."
Kiana couldn’t help but release a tiny whimper. Her head tilted slightly upwards due to my pulling motion. Her fat buttocks pressed against my lower waist, deforming ever-so-slightly.
Plop-!
Plop-!
With every thrust I made, I pulled onto her braids. My heart remained cautious and careful, afraid I would really hurt Kiana with it. Her suggestive moans say so otherwise. The inner folds wrapping around my thick shaft squeezed tighter. They clung more desperately on its surface, as if they never wanted it to move away. The suction force of her pussy’s insides made it difficult to extricate myself from her. The pair of softness pressing against my lower waist added further onto the mix. Her soft and silky hair made it feel illegal to play with them, yet the sense of illicitness only fueled my desires further.
Pssh-!
Her first climax came. Her inner folds’ pressure became the strongest. Her clear, slightly sticky fluids sprayed all over my flesh rod, and then my waist. They crawled from my shaft, dripping into the clean mattress below.
Kiana’s shoulders shook. The pair of her butterfly-like scapula became more prominent as her shoulders moved ever-so-slightly towards each other.
I could not stop thrusting.
The more I did so, the greater the sense of satisfaction became. Her pussy embodied the great Dao of Endless Void, attracting my flesh rod towards it at all costs. Her buttocks moved closer towards me, sometimes creating a circling motion. The sensation of my glans’ tip grinding against her cervix became stronger.
After she climaxed for a dozen times, my flesh rod twitched strongly before releasing another massive volume of my cum inside her womb.
"Ugh..."
The heavenly sensation made me groan. My waist remained pressed against her buttocks. Its softness, her inner folds’ reactions, and her occasional low moans rid my mind of all thoughts but Kiana.
It took a few minutes for my balls to run dry. I looked beneath us and saw another puddle of mess atop the mattress. Kiana’s cum is one thing. My volume is exaggeratedly huge. Her womb couldn’t contain all of them, thus they kept on spilling. Ten out of ten, they would spill again once I pulled my flesh rod out of her moist cave.
As for dual cultivation, it flew out of our minds. We allowed our bodies to absorb each other’s unique qi, but that was it. My heart longed to see more sides of Kiana. My body craved her presence—and this unique way of fusing together. Sensing her current mental state is more than enough to draw the flames of desires once more.
"Mhn..! It... twitched..."
Her sleepy voice rang out.
"What position do you want to do next?"
"Hn... How about... my ass..?"
I did as I was told. The moment I pulled my dick out, my cum kept on spilling out of her pussy. My little dragon is as reinvigorated as it could ever be. I looked at her treasured pinkish chrysanthemum. My hands let go of her braids and pulled her butt cheeks apart slightly. The small pinkish hole became more evident in my eyes. Stretching it further opened a tiny gap.
From the Foundation Establishment Realm, inedia becomes possible. They no longer require food and drinks; spiritual qi would do. For mundane and spiritual foods, they get broken down into the purest energies. They no longer need to use the bathroom—a bonafide perk for idols.
It is precisely because of it that we never had any qualms using the other hole.
I gave one last look at my flesh rod. It is stained with both of our cums. The slightest bit of hesitation disappeared as I positioned my glans at her other hole’s entrance.
With one thrust...
Plop-!
...the tiny hole was torn wide open.
"Eeh..?!"
A bewildered tone came from Kiana as she buried her face on a pillow. Her shoulders shook intensely, followed by her buttocks. My flesh rod advanced swiftly. It isn’t long before its entirety entered her asshole lubricated by all sorts of juices from our previous two sessions. Her anal walls aren’t as ’clingy’ as her pussy, but their defining trait is their occasional trembling.
That, and their capacity to swallow my dick whole.
An unprecedented pleasure erupted in my mind. The sensation of my root being squeezed tightly by her anal walls brought a feeling of exhilaration. It is the place Kiana’s pussy cannot reach. It is the biggest reason why I grew addicted to anal.
Unlike before, the squeezing force increased further; the suction force grew weaker. Still, it feels extremely amazing. Every plunge I did produced a pleasurable sensation that made my spine shiver. The softness of her buttocks pressed against my lower waist more noticeably. My hands gradually crept to her waist, supporting her while thrusting my massive rod inside.
"Eeh... Hm..."
Her intoxicated moans are akin to heavenly music to my ears. My mind entered that familiar daze. My eyes focused on her huge buttocks, and then her back. I tapped on her buttocks thrice, to which she understood what I wanted to do. She lowered her buttocks to the level of the mattress. I followed her movements and lowered my waist to her buttocks. She is now lying face-flat onto the mattress.
This position made it easier to reach her out. My hands went to her huge breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. My face drew closer to hers before the tips of our tongues touched each other. It didn’t end there as we began playing around.
Everything happened alongside my continuous thrusts on her asshole. Several times, I noticed Kiana climaxing. Whenever I proceeded right after it, her reactions became stronger—her sensitivity was off the charts.
The intervals of her cum shortened as time passed by. My knees touched onto the wet mattress. My dick twitched inside her asshole as I kept on grinding its surface onto her anal walls.
Not long after, I let out my huge load inside.
"Hmn..."
Hearing her purr like a cat made my movements more intense. Our deep kisses grew more sensual. My hands that teased her nipples became more restless.
I turned feral.
It wasn’t until my sage time came did my mind cool off. I let go of her lips, prompting her to heave deep breaths.
"Again..."
Despite Kiana’s lazy look, her eyes still held a bit of seduction. She challenged me to another fight...
So I accepted.
"Let’s do it while you are facing me..."
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A/N: If someone’s confused by "switch", it means someone who is both dominant and submissive. Basically someone with flexible roles.
