CHAPTER 420: 420: ASH, IRON, AND HUNGER PART THREE

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Their first kiss lasted the length of a held breath, then another, and then time stopped keeping count. Warmth moved between them in slow tides. Tongues were clashing with each other inside their mouths.

Akayoroi’s fingers curled in Kai’s, then lifted to the line of his jaw, mapping him like a road she meant to walk until she is satisfied. He answered with patience and heat together —gentle at first, then surer— guided more by the sound of her breath than by any thought in his head.

They kissed until their lungs asked for air and their mouths found it only to give it back. When they broke free, they did not step apart. A chess pull like Salvia was formed from their tongues. Their foreheads rested together; her lashes brushed his skin. The mountain’s hum felt closer here, as though the stone itself approved and had chosen to stand guard at the door.

"Touch me please," she whispered.

"I will," he said.

His hands learned her in small, careful passes: the arch of her shoulder, the line where human skin met lacquered plate, the strong hinge at her hip where one of her four legs flowed into the rest of her. She trembled once in pleasure, not fear — and leaned into his touch the way a dancer leans into music. He followed the cue. His thumbs traced circles that grew broader, warmer, until the breath that left her mouth came back to him as a low sound.

Kai grabbed one of her big breasts and started to play with it. At first he rubbed it and pressed. He felt the warm and softness from her breast. Then he put his mouth on her chest. She started to kiss it and rolled his tongue around chest. Be bite it softly then he sucked her chest. Kai moves his mouth from chest to another. Playing with the other one with his hands.

A few minutes later... He kissed her again.

The kiss deepened. It wasn’t a rush; it was a steady climb, a shared pace. When his mouth traveled her cheek, throat, the slope of her collarbone—she tipped her head back to make room for his mouth, one hand in his hair, the other braced at his shoulder to anchor herself as heat moved through her like summer through stone. The silk in the nearest cradle rustled softly when she leaned against it, the rune-threads under the weave answering her body with a deeper hum.

"Tell me," he murmured against her skin. "What you like. What you need."

"Your mouth," she said, low, unashamed. "And your hands. Both on my chest. Do not be shy. Suck them more. Please suck them. I really like it."

He does what she asked. He learned her language fast: where a kiss became a sigh; where a sigh became a soft, unguarded sound that tightened the fingers on his shoulders; where the pressure of his palm asked a question and the tilt of her hips answered yes. Heat gathered and climbed, then steadied. They found a rhythm that felt older than both of them and still, somehow, only theirs.

Time stretched. It took on the shape of her breathing, the count of his heart, the hush of silk, the small, bright sounds that escaped her and made him want to be careful and bold in the same breath. When her hands explored him in turn, they did it with intent: mapping his chest, his ribs, the old scar at his side, the new one he’d earned for their home. She pressed her palm over his heart and held it there; his pulse rose under her hand. He smiled against her skin.

"Good," she said, like a general approving a formation, and then laughed at herself, soft and breathless. "No ranks here. Only us."

"Only us," he agreed.

She grabbed his big anaconda inside Kai pants / armour. She started to play with it. She grabbed his Anaconda tip and started to rub her finger there. It was really doing the job to make Kai hard.

Kai took off his clothes and became naked. She watched Kai anaconda for a few seconds.

"I really missed that. It looks so big and... Let me play with it until I am satisfied." She grabbed the anaconda with both of her hands. Then she crouches down and places her face in front of the Anaconda.

"It looks so yummy. Let me put it inside my mouth. I will make it harder than the last time." She puts the anaconda tip inside her mouth. Then she started to roll her tongue around the anaconda tip. After a while. She put it deeper inside her mouth. She was sucking Kai’s Anaconda like a lollipop, which she missed for so long. She watched others eat it but she couldn’t get it. Now that she got it. She won’t let it go until she sucks it... until she can’t suck anymore. Until her mouth and throat can’t handle it.

Her mouth became a vacuum. Her tongue becomes a roller machine. Kai’s Anaconda was getting harder and harder with each passing minute. When the anaconda was ready, Kai pulled it out saying, "It’s time to feed the Anaconda."

Akayoroi laid by spreading her four legs for Kai. He could see the pink wet lower lips smiling at him. Kai grabbed his Anaconda with his hands then he started to beat it on her lower lips.

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

Kai beat his Anaconda like a stick beating a naughty pussycat. Each slap of his anaconda on her lower lips sent a shock wave through her entire body. She started to shake in lust. She wanted Kai’s Anaconda inside her very badly.

"KAI, STOP TEASING ME. STOP THAT AND F*CK ME ALREADY. I WANT TO FELL YOUR ANACONDA INSIDE ME. MY BODY CAN’T HANDLE THE HUNGER ANYMORE. F*CK ME ALREADY."

Kai didn’t waste much time. He says, "You will get what you want." He puts his hand on his mouth then takes a handful of Silvia. After that he rubs his Anaconda on Akayoroi lower lips to get some liquid that came out of her when he was slapping it. Then Kai rubs his saliva and Akayoroi lower lips liquid, both into his hard anaconda.

After his Anaconda was covered with both. He put his Anaconda tip inside her lower lips. As soon as it goes in. "OUCH" She yelled.

Then Kai pushes further and the entire tip of the Anaconda goes inside her. "Ahhhhhhh" She moaned loudly.

Kai really enjoyed the moaning sound she made. It made him more hungry, his Anaconda more hungry. Kai slowly pushed his anaconda deeper and deeper. She yelled and moaned. Kai slowly gets ready for penetration. Once the half of the anaconda was inside her lower lips Kai pulled it out.

Then Kai did it again and again and he pulled it out. He was making her lower lips lose a bit. After a few more times Kai started his penetration. He started to go faster and faster.

Akayoroi moaned with each push. She begged Kai for more. "Kai, go harder please. Do it faster."

Kai did what she asked. He was giving her the best time of her life. They moved, changing angles, sharing space. The silk gave like a tide and then lifted, steadying their weight. Her lower body braced —four points of balance— and it made her upper body free to arch, to pull him closer, to guide him with sure motions that said more than any words could. He followed, listening with his hands, mouth, Anaconda and the patient strength in his chest that had become the way he loved.

Minutes became hours. Once, her breath stuttered and scattered, then rushed back as a sound that shook, bright and surprised, and she clutched him like she’d caught a ledge and didn’t intend to let go. He held her through it, steady and warm, whispering her short name —"Akh, Akh,"— until the tremor faded and the after-shivers turned to a pleased quiet that made her smile against his neck.

"Again," she asked soon after, a little fierce, a little shy. "If you can."

He could. The mountain kept the door shut and the warmth in. The pool threw star-light on the ceiling. Their shadows crossed and separated and crossed again. He was careful with his strength; she was generous with her trust. She showed him how to balance against her plates, how to cradle her spine in his hands without asking her legs to take more than they should, how to let power be gentle, then sure, then gentle again. When she rode him upright, braced and proud, she laughed once, delighted by the sheer rightness of it, and her laughter only made him want her more.

They did not count the rounds. They counted each other. When the edge came for her a second time, it wasn’t surprising this time; it was chosen. She met it, eyes open, mouth open on a silent cry, hands gripping his shoulders as if to pull him into the light with her. He went with her as far as he could without tipping over himself; he held the line, held her, held the moment.