Chapter 91: We Did It…

Akira lay on the large wooden crate; it felt rough against his skin. Ayaka straddled his face, her skirt hiked up, her panties discarded. Her shaven pussy was above his mouth, lips puffy and glistening, and her scent was musky and appealing.

“Lick me, please,” she pleaded softly. “Taste how your essence is already mixing with mine.”

He dove in, tongue flat against her folds, lapping from entrance to clit. She tasted tangy, but it had some flowery sweetness to it. Her juices flowed freely as he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly.

Ayaka moaned loudly, grinding down, then leaned forward to take his cock back into her mouth, creating a perfect circuit of friction and heat.

“Fuck, yes,” he mumbled into her pussy, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them to tongue deeper, probing her tight hole. “You’re flooding my mouth.”

“And you’re throbbing in mine,” she replied, deep-throating him again, her throat contracting around his head.

They moved in sync, her hips rolling as he ate her out, his thrusts shallow into her mouth. The warehouse echoed with wet sounds—slurping, moaning, skin on skin.

“I’m… close again,” Akira groaned, feeling the peak near.

“Hold it,” Ayaka panted, sitting up slightly, her pussy grinding on his face. “Edge once more. Then we move to the next phase.”

Ayaka’s pussy ground down harder on Akira’s face, her juices smearing across his lips and chin as he lapped at her swollen clit, sucking it between his teeth with a gentle bite that made her gasp.

His cock throbbed painfully in her mouth, edging too close without payoff. Unable to hold back anymore, Akira decide to take charge.

“Enough teasing,” he growled, his voice muffled against her dripping folds. He bucked his hips up sharply, forcing his cock deeper into her throat, making her choke for a second before she adjusted. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Ayaka pulled off his shaft with a wet pop. Her breathing was ragged, saliva stringing from her lips to his glistening head. “Akira… what…”

“Don’t say anything, just ride my tongue properly,” he commanded, his hands clamping down on her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.

He spread her wider, exposing her pink, puckered asshole and the wet entrance below, then plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, fucking her with it in quick, forceful thrusts.

Her walls clenched around the intrusion, her wetness flooding his mouth like sweet nectar mixed with the spicy tang of his own essence transferring.

“Oh fuck, yes… deeper, like that,” she moaned, her thighs trembling around his head. But even as she rocked back, trying to set the rhythm, Akira held her still. “Akira, you’re… dominating me?” she asked with a hint of that succubus energy that always want control in sexual situations.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling his mouth away just enough to speak, his breath hot against her clit. He slapped her ass lightly, the crack echoing in the warehouse, watching the pale skin jiggle and redden. “You’ve always wanted this, don’t you? Like you said, you’re my heat sink. So sink. Let me use you to drain this fire.”

He quickly turned her over, using his great strength to roll her onto her back on the crate without any warning. Ayaka yelled in surprise, her breasts heaving, spilling from her bra, with nipples hard and seeking attention.

Akira loomed over her, his cock bobbing heavy between his legs, with veins standing out along the thick length. The tip was purple and shiny with her spit.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, kneeling between her thighs. She obeyed, hooking her knees over the crate’s edges, exposing her shaved pussy fully: lips parted, inner folds glistening, her clit peeking out like a pink pearl.

“Good. Now touch yourself. Show me how wet I make you.”

Ayaka’s fingers slid down, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes, dipping into her entrance to coat them in her own juices. “Like this? Fuck, Akira, your essence is making me burn too. I need your cock inside me.”

“Not yet,” he said, smirking as he grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand faster, making her rub harder.

Her back arched, hips lifting off the wood as she moaned, her free breast bouncing with the motion. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while rolling the other between his fingers, pinching until she whimpered.

“Too rough? Or just right?” he asked, biting down gently on the sensitive bud, feeling it harden further against his tongue.

“Just right… oh fvck, don’t stop,” she panted, her pussy clenching visibly, a fresh gush of wetness trickling down to her ass. “You’re taking control so well.”

Akira released her nipple with a pop, trailing his tongue down her stomach, tasting the salt of her sweat. He positioned himself lower, his face inches from her entrance again, but this time on his terms. “Beg for my tongue first.”

“Please, Akira… lick me. Fuck me with your mouth,” she begged, her fingers still working her clit under his guidance.

He dove in, tongue spearing into her tight hole, curling to hit that spongy spot inside that made her thighs quake. He added two fingers, sliding them in alongside his tongue, stretching her walls, scissoring them to open her up.

Her juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist, the squelching sounds filling the air as he pumped faster.

“Yes! Finger me harder… curl them, right there,” Ayaka cried, her head thrashing side to side, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “Your fingers are so thick… filling me, but I need more.”

“You’ll get more when I say,” he replied, pulling his fingers out to slap her pussy lightly, the wet smack making her jolt. Her clit swelled under the impact, and he soothed it with his thumb, rubbing in circles while sucking her labia into his mouth, nibbling gently.

“Akira, please… I’m dripping for you. Fuck me now,” she pleaded, reaching down to grab his hair, trying to pull him up.

He resisted, slapping her hand away. “Not until you cum on my face. Drench me with your juices first.”

Ayaka nodded frantically, her body surrendering as he assaulted her pussy again… tongue flicking her clit rapidly, fingers plunging back in, three now, stretching her to the limit.

He hooked them upward, massaging her G-spot relentlessly, feeling her walls flutter and tighten.

“I’m close… oh fuck, Akira, don’t stop… right there!” she screamed, her hips bucking wildly against his face.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, his free hand pinning her thigh down to keep her spread. “Let it go… flood my mouth.”

Her orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy convulsing around his fingers, squirting a hot spray of juices that soaked his chin and chest.

“Fvvcccckk!!!!” She cried out, her body shaking, breasts heaving as she rode it out.

“Good… so fucking good,” Akira murmured, lapping up her release, his tongue savouring every drop. He rose up, his cock harder than ever, the head leaking precum in thick beads. “Now, the binding. I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“Yes, please… pound me,” Ayaka gasped, still trembling from her climax. She reached for him, but he caught her hands, pinning them above her head with one grip.

“My way,” he said, using his free hand to guide his cock to her entrance, rubbing the fat head up and down her wet slit, coating it in her cum. “Feel that? My cock’s burning for you. Ready to stretch this tight pussy.”

“Yes, yes… shove it in,” she moaned, trying to buck up, but he held her down.

He thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, savouring the way her inner walls parted around his girth, hugging him tightly. She was very wet, but still so tight; the friction was electric as he bottomed out, balls slapping against her ass, and his pubic bone grinding her clit.

“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard,” he groaned, holding still for a moment to let her adjust, feeling her pulse around him. “Milking me already.”

“Move… please, fuck me hard,” she begged, her nails scraping his wrist.

Akira pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal pace. His hips pumped quickly, and their skin made loud slapping sounds as he pushed deep inside her.

Each thrust hit her cervix, making her scream, and her breasts bounced wildly. He let go of her hands to grab one breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing the nipple with his thumb while leaning down to kiss her hard, their tongues fighting.

“Take it… all of me,” he grunted between thrusts, angling to hit her G-spot again, feeling her gush around his cock with every plunge.

“Yes! Just like that… paint my walls with your essence,” Ayaka whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. “Harder, Akira… ruin me.”

He obliged, speeding up, his balls tightening as the pressure built. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her tits, mixing with her own sheen. The warehouse reeked of sex: musk, cum, essence, and the sounds were filthy: wet squelches, moans, the crate creaking under them.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he warned, his cock swelling, veins pulsing against her walls. “Drain every drop.”

“Do it… fill my pussy,” she cried, her own orgasm building again, walls fluttering erratically.

With a final, deep thrust, Akira exploded, hot ropes of cum shooting into her depths, the essence surging with it in a final wave. Ayaka clamped down, milking him dry as she came too, her pussy spasming, juices mixing with his seed, leaking out around his base.

They collapsed, breathing heavy, their bodies wet and spent.

“How is it?” Akira panted, checking internally.

[ESSENCE TRANSFER SUCCESSFUL]

[ESSENCE RESERVES: STABILIZED – 45%].

“We did it.”

Ayaka smiled weakly, tracing his abs. “That was niice… though I still want more.”

Akira’s phone buzzed, and he reached for it to see three missed calls from Rina, and then 1 mesage. “Where are you? They’ve been calling your name through the intercom. Get here quick.”

“Shit,” Akira said, pulling out with a wet slide, cum dripping from her pussy. “I hope that’s enough. Let’s go.”

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