CHAPTER 340: 340: MATING WITH IKEA!

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She guided his hand to her waist under the edge of the cloak. His palm met her soft and smooth skin. It was hot from the fire and from her blood and from something like her bloodline power. He held her there, not pulling, only holding. She breathed out. He felt the breath move through her. He kissed her again. She kissed him back with more sound now, a small note that rose and fell in her throat. She put her hand on his chest and slid it very slowly down to his belly. Then inside his pants. She grabbed the big thick anaconda and massage it softly. She also place the two big balls which were full of life essence, onto her hand and rub / massage it.

He closed his eyes in satisfaction. He was enjoying the treatment. Never felt like this since his Reincarnation. No girls on his harem ever played with balls like this. It was making him more hungry for IKEA’s ant hole.

They did not speak for a time. Words were not needed. With another hand she drew his hand to her ribs, then to her shoulder, then back to her waist. He did not take more than she showed. He did not push. He followed, patient and sure, and found the edges where she trembled and where she sighed. The night moved on. The coals sank lower. Their breath filled the small shelter with a quiet rhythm that matched the stream outside.

She broke the quiet at last. "I have not been with a man in more than ten years," she said. "I did not know if I would ever ask again. I did not know if I could. You make it feel simple. You make me feel safe."

His hand tightened just a little at her waist. "Then let it be simple," he said. "Let it be safe. Let me pull out my anaconda and put it inside you. Show me the pink hole which I am about to destroy. Tonight, I will give you a good time which you will not forget."

She kissed him for that and kept kissing him. She rolled closer trying to lose her dress. He caught her with care so her thigh would not turn wrong. The kiss grew, slow but deep. The cloak slid a little. The mat rustled. They held each other and let the heat rise in its own way.

The coals sank lower. Their breath filled the small shelter with a quiet rhythm that matched the stream outside. The night pressed close, but neither of them noticed anything except the heat they carried between them.

She shifted in his arms, her thigh brushing his, her lips moving against his jaw in a kiss that was no longer shy but no less tender. He followed her lead, letting her choose the speed. Her fingers drew slow circles across his chest, down to his ribs, back to his belly. Each pass lingered a little longer, each pause a little deeper, until her hand rested boldly where only trust allowed.

Kai drew a breath, steady and low, and let it out against her ear. "You tremble," he murmured.

"I shake because I want," she whispered. "Not because I fear."

Her words struck him with more weight than any touch could. He kissed her temple, then her cheek, then her lips again. She opened to him with a hunger that had waited more than a decade. Their mouths tangled, slow at first, then with rising urgency, her breath breaking against his.

When he slid his hand along her waist then to her lower lips for a rub, she no longer guided him. She welcomed him. After ten minutes of rubbing Kai hands were wet and her lower lips too including her things.

Her body curved into his palm, wet, warm and strong, every line of her telling him she was ready. The cloak slipped aside, and the firelight revealed the soft gleam of her skin. She did not try to hide.

"Kai," she breathed, and the sound was half a plea, half a promise.

He kissed on her chest and bit her breast, feeling her pulse race beneath his mouth. She arched for him, one hand clutching his shoulder, the other sliding lower with daring. His body answered without hesitation, heat gathering and surging until restraint felt like a rope fraying strand by strand.

He pulled back his mouth from her chest only long enough to meet her eyes. "I am hard. If I begin," he said quietly, "I will not stop until I am satisfied."

Her smile curved like a firelight catching gold. "Then do not stop. Show me how much longer you can hold against me."

"Oh... you are challenging me. I like that."

The world seemed to fall away as he laid her back on the mat. She pulled him down with her, their legs tangling, the warmth of her body drawing him in. His hand traced her side, memorizing every rise and hollow, until she gasped his name and pulled him closer still.

"Kai, F*uck me."

Kai put his wet hands on his big thick hardened anaconda and covered it with the juice that came out of her lower lips.

"It’s so big," she said softly, almost in disbelief. "So hard. I... I will enjoy every moment of it."

Without a delay, Kai grabbed her knees and pulled them in the opposite direction. Her legs open and shaped like a V. Her pink soft lower lips were inviting his hard anaconda. Kai grabbed his Anaconda again then pressed the tip of his Anaconda on her lower lips. At first he just rubs the tip a few times then he slaps her lower lips with his Anaconda. Like a man with a big thick stick beating a naughty beast.

"Oh— Kai... that’s so hard," she moaned, her voice breaking. "Don’t tease me... I can’t wait anymore. Put it inside me."

Her plea was raw, desperate, trembling with need.