Chapter 644: Lubricating For Entry

He sucked deeply.

Seeing him take her breast in his mouth, Veylara let out a startled moan.

Sol ignored it and simply devoured what he had been given.

He sucked deeply, drawing as much of the soft surrounding flesh into his mouth as he could, tongue lashing the tight peak while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

The elasticity of her breast against his lips was perfect... soft enough to yield, firm enough to push back.

Because she was Layer 4 he did not hold back. He sucked harder, used the edge of his teeth to tug and worry the nipple, rubbed it between his teeth with careful, deliberate pressure that still carried real force.

Every rough pull drew another small, broken sound from her throat. Her hand on his cock had grown clumsier, the strokes uneven as the new sensations stacked on top of everything else he had already done to her.

He spent a long time on the first breast.

Sucking.

Nibbling.

Devouring.

Dragging his tongue in slow circles around the dark areola before latching on again and pulling hard enough to make her back arch.

Using his teeth to test the soft resilience of the flesh while his free hand came up to cup and knead the other breast, pinching and rolling the neglected nipple between his fingers so it would not feel left out.

When he finally released the first nipple it was darker, wetter, and visibly more sensitive than before.

Veylara was breathing hard, eyes half-lidded, the usual cold clarity in her gaze clouded by something rawer. Sol gave her only a second to recover before he moved to the other breast and began the entire process again.

He sucked the second dark red nipple into his mouth with the same open greed.

And devoured it greedily.

Using his teeth, he stretched the soft flesh with deep, pulling sucks that made her fingers tighten convulsively around his cock.

Rubbed the tight peak between his teeth while his hand continued to maul the breast he had already finished with, squeezing the full soft weight, flicking the wet nipple, enjoying the way the elastic flesh filled and overflowed his palm.

He treated both of her tits with the same thorough, almost worshipful hunger... rough enough to take full advantage of her Layer 4 durability, attentive enough that neither side was neglected.

He buried his face between both full tits at one point, thoroughly getting the facial cleanse, kissed the deep valley, then returned to the nipples and worked them in turn until both dark red peaks stood even tighter and more sensitive than before.

The wet sounds of his mouth on her breasts mixed with the soft lapping of the pond and the uneven rhythm of her breathing.

Every time he bit down a little harder or sucked with particular force, Veylara’s hips jerked, dragging the slick, slightly bushy heat of her pussy along the underside of his cock in an involuntary grind that threatened to end the lesson early.

The saliva he had used earlier had mixed with the fresh slickness leaking from her, turning the friction filthy and perfect.

Sol lost track of how long he spent there.

By the time he finally lifted his head, both of her nipples were swollen, glistening, and marked by the careful abuse of his mouth and teeth.

Her full breasts carried faint red traces from his fingers and the edge of his teeth. Veylara’s face was flushed, her lips parted, her dark hair clinging to her damp shoulders and the upper slopes of her chest.

The proud, cold Warchief who had accepted the surrender of three tribes looked thoroughly, visibly worked over... and the night had only begun.

Sol rested his forehead against hers again, both of his hands gripping the beautiful curve of her ass, while both of her extra sensitive breasts were crushed against his chest.

His cock remained trapped between them, slick with her wetness and the saliva she had stroked along its length, throbbing with the near-painful need to finally sink inside the tight virgin heat he had only explored with a single finger so far.

"Still with me?" he asked, voice rough and dark with satisfaction.

Veylara’s answer was a shaky exhale and the smallest, stiffest nod... pride, overwhelm, and reluctant, growing hunger all tangled together in the single motion.

"Then let’s move on to the main event."

Sol shifted in the water and crouched just enough to change the angle between their bodies.

With one hand he reached between them, took the thick, aching length of his cock, and dragged the broad head slowly along the soft, dripping seam of her pussy.

The first contact made both of them inhale.

Her outer lips were plump and already slick from everything he had done with his fingers and the earlier grinding.

The slightly bushy dark curls framing her pussy were soaked, clinging to the swollen folds in wet, intimate strands.

When the sensitive head of his cock dragged through those curls, the soft, wet hair scratched lightly across the already super sensitive skin that would send a sharp pulse of pleasure straight up his spine.

The cock head dragged slowly back and forth along her plump outer lips, spreading them open under the pressure. and fresh wetness welled up from inside her, hotter than the spring water around them, coating him thicker each time he pushed.

The friction was filthy and perfect... wet curls dragging, soft folds yielding, the unmistakable heat of an untouched pussy being prepared for the first time by the very thing that was about to claim it.

Veylara held her breath.

She knew exactly what was about to happen. The long explanation, the thorough finger-fucking, the way he had made her taste herself... all of it had stripped away any remaining confusion.

The thick, veined cock that had been trapped against her stomach and the soft cleft of her ass for so long was now rubbing along the entrance, preparing to finally penetrate her.

But she did not pull away or resist, because this was the exact thing she had been hoping for all along, though it was a bit different than she had imagined.