Chapter 52. First Blood, First Kiss (18+)

Chapter 52: 52. First Blood, First Kiss (18+)

Beast-core lanterns along the walls cast a steady soft glow across the large bedroom.

On the wide bed the silver-white-haired girl knelt astride the man, her head rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Both hands worked the heavy balls beneath the thick shaft while her mouth took as much of him as she could.

Her back curved smoothly, the small perky breasts swaying with each bob of her head.

The soft round of her ass hovered just above his face, close enough that he could reach her without effort.

Kael pushed a second finger into the tight heat of her pussy alongside the first. The walls clamped down hard around the added stretch.

"Nnngh~!"

Seraphine’s hips jerked. Clear fluid spilled over his hand and chin as another climax tore through her.

She kept her mouth sealed around his cock, moaning against the shaft while the orgasm shook her thighs.

The extra tightness and the vibration of her voice pushed Kael over the edge a second time. His cock pulsed hard.

"Take it," he muttered.

Thick ropes flooded her mouth again.

This time Seraphine did not pull away.

She sealed her lips tighter and swallowed in long, deliberate gulps, throat working visibly as she tried to take every drop.

The volume was still too much.

A thin line of white escaped the corner of her mouth and slid down her chin, but she kept swallowing, eyes half-closed, the pink haze in them deepening with every pulse she drank.

Glk... glk... glk...

Her thoughts had gone hazy and greedy.

’Mom’s been drinking this alone the whole time. How can you be so selfish, Mom? You didn’t even let me drink blood...’

When the last spurt faded she finally lifted her head.

A thin strand of cum and saliva stretched from her lower lip to the tip of his cock before it broke.

She tilted her face toward the ceiling, eyes closed, and swallowed once more, throat moving as she cleaned the last of it from her mouth.

The succubus blood in her veins flared hotter with each taste.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, still dripping onto his chin.

Kael watched the change with quiet surprise.

The sharp, cold girl who had put a dagger to his neck earlier that night was now drinking him down like she needed it and looking almost peaceful while she did it.

She lowered her head again and began licking him clean with slow, thorough strokes, tongue gathering every remaining trace.

Kael decided the moment had finally come.

He sat up, gripped her waist, and flipped their positions in one smooth motion.

Seraphine landed on her back against the pillows, legs falling open.

He leaned down and dragged his tongue one last time across her swollen clit, tasting the fresh slickness there.

"Now, Sera," he said, voice low and steady as he positioned himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock resting against her entrance.

"It’s time for your little sister to taste my dick."

He did not push inside.

Instead he took his cock in one hand and began to glide the heavy length slowly up and down through the slick folds of her pussy.

The thick shaft parted her lips with every pass, coating itself in her wetness, the swollen head catching briefly against her entrance before sliding past again.

He kept the pressure light and deliberate, never giving her the penetration she was starting to need.

Seraphine’s hands came up and settled against his chest.

Her fingers spread across the hard planes of muscle, tracing the defined lines of his abs as if the solid warmth of his body somehow made the emptiness between her legs worse.

Each slow drag of his cock over her clit and through her folds pulled another soft sound from her throat.

"Put it in," she said, the words coming out thinner than she intended.

The usual sharp edge was still there, but it sounded strained, almost forced.

Kael kept the same slow rhythm, letting the underside of his cock rub firmly against her clit on every upward stroke.

"Say it properly," he answered. "Like you mean it."

He shifted his hips just enough that the broad head of his cock pressed more firmly against her entrance, spreading her open a fraction without slipping inside.

The stretch was a tease and nothing more.

Seraphine’s thighs tightened around his waist. Her fingers pressed harder into the muscle of his chest.

"I already said it," she muttered, turning her face slightly to the side.

A flush had climbed from her neck all the way to her cheeks.

"Just... do it."

Kael shook his head once and continued the slow gliding motion.

Wet sounds rose between them as his cock slid through her folds again and again.

Every time the head caught at her entrance she lifted her hips a little, trying to take him in, and every time he pulled back just enough to deny her.

"That doesn’t sound like you mean it," he said quietly.

Seraphine’s breathing had grown short and uneven.

The pink haze in her eyes had deepened.

Her hand slid from his chest down to his side, then back up again, as if she needed the contact to keep herself steady.

The empty ache inside her had turned sharp.

Each pass of his cock over her clit sent another pulse of heat through her core, but it was never enough.

"Please," she said, the word coming out softer than before.

Kael slowed the movement even further, letting the heavy head rest directly against her entrance and rock there without pushing in.

The pressure was too much for her.

Seraphine’s hips twitched under him.

A small, frustrated sound left her throat.

"Please what?" he asked.

She stared up at him for a long second. The last scraps of her usual defiance warred with the heat that had already taken over most of her body.

Her lips parted.

The expression that settled on her face was no longer sharp or cold.

It was open and almost pleading, the kind of look she would never have allowed herself to show him only hours earlier.

"Dad," she said, voice quiet and clear, "please put it inside me."

The words left her mouth before she could stop them.

A flicker of shock crossed her own eyes, as if she could not quite believe she had said it out loud.

Kael’s hands settled firmly around Seraphine’s waist.

He lifted her just enough that the thick length of his cock stood free between them, rising hard and heavy.

The head, already slick from her earlier wetness, rested against the soft folds of her entrance.

He could feel the heat coming off her. His own pulse was loud in his ears.

After everything that had led here, the dreams, the quilt, the dagger at his throat, the way she had finally asked for it, this was the real line.

He lowered her carefully.

The broad tip pushed against her entrance and then slipped inside a short distance, just the head.

Seraphine’s breath caught at once.

"Ah~..."

The sound was soft and startled. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

Kael held still, letting her feel the stretch of only the tip before he continued.

He guided her down another two or three inches, slow and controlled.

The tight walls of her pussy clamped around him like they were trying to keep him out and pull him deeper at the same time.

The tightness were almost enough to finish him right there.

"Sera," he said, voice low and rough, "I love your pussy already."

She made a small broken noise in answer, half moan and half protest.

Her eyes were wide, the pink haze still present but now mixed with clear strain. The thickness of him was more than her body had ever taken.

Kael adjusted his grip on her waist. In one steady motion he pulled her the rest of the way down.

The resistance of her hymen gave way under the pressure.

Seraphine’s head fell back and a sharp cry tore from her throat.

"Ah~! It hurts~!"

Half of his cock was buried inside her now.

The tight ring of muscle at her entrance fluttered around the shaft, and deeper in the soft walls squeezed him in frantic pulses.

A thin trace of blood mixed with her wetness along the base of his cock.

He stayed completely still, giving her time to adjust to the sudden fullness.

While she breathed through the pain he lifted one hand, traced a quick cleaning sigil in the air near her mouth, and wiped away the last traces of his earlier cum with a soft pulse of mana.

Then he leaned in and kissed her.

It was the first real kiss between them.

His mouth covered hers, slow at first, tasting the faint salt of her lips. Seraphine stayed rigid for several seconds, still focused on the thick length stretching her open.

Then, gradually, her lips began to move against his. Her tongue met his, hesitant at first, then more certain.

Saliva passed between them as the kiss deepened as Seraphine thought with her absent mind.

’Forgive me, mom. I have to do everything in order to make him strong so that he can protect himself during the invation.’