The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 781 - 121 - Isiliraiellyn And Zeruel (3)

Zeruel’s gaze locked onto mine for a long, breathless moment. Her eyes shimmered, glassy with raw arousal, and her chest heaved, breath coming out in hot, uneven bursts. Her face had turned impossibly red—almost glowing like a sun-ripe tomato—and yet she didn’t look away. Instead, she let go of my penis just for a heartbeat, brought her slender palm up, and dragged her tongue slowly across it, coating it with her warm spit. Then, with a quick flick, she spat a little more onto her palm, making it glisten before she wrapped it around my cock again, resuming the motion.

Immediately, the difference was electric.

The wet heat from her saliva made every stroke feel molten, slick, and so damn alive. The rawness of her rough calluses—earned from relentless training—brushed and scraped lightly along my sensitive skin, adding a biting contrast that had pleasure racing like lightning up my spine. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting as my back arched slightly, breath catching in my throat as my cock throbbed in her hand.

"Haa... ha, ha... haa..."

Beside me, her breathing grew heavier and more ragged. I could hear each shaky gasp as well as each hitch in her chest. She was trying—fighting—to keep herself from getting too overwhelmed, but her trembling fingers betrayed her. Her hand clung to me, almost desperate, and her soft lips parted as heat flushed deeper across her face.

Then our eyes met again.

Those eyes were shimmering, wet with unshed tears of desire, her expression beautifully vulnerable. And before either of us could question it, our bodies leaned closer until our lips met in a kiss.

It was the first time Zeruel and I kissed.

At first, it was clumsy with her lips a bit stiff, her tongue hesitant, caught somewhere between surprise and nervousness. But gently, I guided her. My tongue traced against hers, coaxing, and inviting. Slowly, she relaxed, and her tongue moved, swirling shyly around mine.

"Mnnghhh...~ Mmm...! Mmm...~ mmmghhh...!"

She melted under the sensation, a breathy moan slipping out between our lips as her earlier restraint crumbled.

That unnecessary skill of mine—the one that could make a woman cum from touches and kisses alone—I let it do its work, eager to see her fall apart in my arms.

"Nghhh...~ Mmmh...!"

Meanwhile, her hand kept moving along my cock, each stroke accompanied by slick, wet squelches. The sounds mingled with our breathing and filled the air between us with something raw and intimate.

Because I’d already been holding back after my time with Isiliraiellyn earlier, the heat coiled fast inside me, tightening in my gut until it was impossible to hold any longer.

"Nghhh...!"

My cock twitched violently in her palm, and thick, hot cum burst from the tip, splashing messily onto the floor below, glinting in the low light.

"Mmghhh...!"

At the same moment, my tongue movements finally tipped Zeruel over the edge. It was a small orgasm, but enough to make her gasp sharply and shudder, her body trembling as the pleasure rippled through her.

We broke the kiss slowly, our lips parting with a thin, silvery thread of saliva stretching between us before it broke and fell.

"Haa...~ Haa...~ Ha...~ Ha...!"

She sat there, breathing hard, each exhale coming out ragged and hot enough to mist the air around her.

Then, her gaze dropped to her hand.

My white cum clung to her skin in messy ropes, sticky and slowly dripping, stretching like thick spiderweb threads down toward the floor.

"D-Do I suppose to drink this?" she asked, voice soft, uncertain.

"Not necessarily," I told her, still catching my breath.

"But... you’d like it if I did, right?" she pressed gently, her eyes lifting back to mine.

I swallowed, heartbeat kicking up again, as she slipped out her tongue. Without hesitating, she brought her hand closer to her mouth and began to lick the cum from her fingers—slowly and carefully, like tasting something forbidden yet irresistible. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The way her tongue traced along every line of her palm and curled around each finger was hypnotic. It was deliberate as she started savoring every bit. It wasn’t something rushed or messy. It was sensual, lewd in the most natural way possible, and utterly impossible to look away from.

When she finished, she looked up at me, her cheeks still pink, lips wet, and let out a small, startled gasp.

"I-I’m sorry," she murmured, voice small. "That must have been unsightly."

"No," I breathed out honestly. "In fact... that was really... really hot."

"H-Hot?" she echoed, tilting her head a bit, confusion flickering through the embarrassment on her face.

"I mean... the way you did that," I said, voice thick with desire. "It was so lewd and sexy that I couldn’t help but get aroused by you again."

"I-Is that so?" she whispered, the corners of her mouth turning up into a shy smile despite her flushed cheeks. "T-Then... would you like to do it again?"

She asked it softly, hopeful and embarrassed all at once.

"Yes," I told her without a second thought.

And in my mind, I already knew how I wanted to do it next.

Since she wasn’t ready for penetration yet, I suggested something else. It was something still intimate, but gentler.

When I explained it, her face turned crimson. Unlike before, when she’d been fully clothed, this time I asked her to lower her pants—meaning she’d be standing half-naked.

Though clearly flustered, she nodded, her resolve shining through her embarrassment.

She stood up from the bed, hands trembling as she reached for the waistband. Slowly, she pushed her pants down, the fabric sliding over the soft curve of her thighs, revealing more skin inch by inch.

She didn’t take off her underwear at first as it stayed snugly clinging to her hips, a thin barrier of modesty.

As the pants slipped lower, past her knees, she bent slightly, graceful even in her shyness, until they pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them carefully, one foot and then the other.

Finally, she straightened back up, her lower body bare except for her underwear, standing there with flushed cheeks and hesitant breaths.

Even in her embarrassment, she looked stunning—vulnerable and beautiful—and now, half-naked in front of me.