CHAPTER 26: CHAPTER 26: FROM STARLET TO HYPER NOVA PART 1.

N’Ïrk’s words are scorched in Evennette’s memory, leaving a bright mark on her, like hot iron branding cattle.

Her patience is running out. The young man is deliberately moving slowly, but she is perceiving the action to be lethargic.

People with black sclera produce «Quelizt», an enzyme that enhance mobility accuracy, displacement speed and the velocity of the user’s thought process.

Evennette is a novice, not only in bed, but in understanding Empiric Energy and the Evolution she is going through.

N’Ïrk hovers over his sensuous companion, his legs delimiting the area in which the damsel can wiggle, preventing the shake of Evennette’s hips.

He leans, doing long sniffs that visibly expand his nostrils, filling his lungs with the intoxicating essence of Evennette, like a beast assessing the edible state of his prey.

She is ready for him. Her pheromones are coating her silhouette with an aromatic scent, and a dim aqua green smoke leaves the lady’s mouth, mixing with the chamber’s air.

He wants it, but after a day of being teased, N’Ïrk wants to mess around a little bit.

His hands hold the damsel’s waist, the touch is rough, suppressive and commanding.

She doesn’t move, letting N’Ïrk’s hands to explore the caramel skin. Evennette bites her lips, she has masturbated a few times, and she likes to start by massaging her belly.

Nevertheless, the fingers traversing her dermis are giving her goosebumps. The soft, yet oppressive contact is maddening, her shiver intensifying with the brush of N’Ïrk’s breath above the unprotected valley of Evennette’s breasts.

Her chocolate nipples are stiff, protruding proudly at the top of the pillowy mammaries.

The man’s hands reach the base of the bosom. His face right above Evennette’s, and the Cock Teaser puffs out her plump glossy lips.

"Coach~...". The shy and ragged call of the female is slightly husky, secretive and filled with excitement. The response is a fierce feral grunt from N’Ïrk, who savagely merges Evennette’s mouth with his, infiltrating, and actually tasting chocolate from the lady’s lips.

The groping proceeds, mauling the large udders while gently caressing Evennette’s hardened knobs, causing her yelp and whimper with a cute sexiness that provides a jerk of unusual stilulation to the make out session.

N’Ïrk withdraws abruptly. "Retain it".

Evennette is dizzy, her mind slumbered with pleasure in the verge of burst in a fantastic climax, just for N’Ïrk order her to hold off.

She squirms. The presence and bearing of the calm young man has shifted. It remains tranquil, but demanding and dominant.

The sole sight is affecting her. Not knowing how to comply.

‡{If i keep staring. I am going to cum. But if i deviate my gaze or close my eyelids. It’s certain that my mind would fantasize and make everything more intense}

"You’re not done, My Platinum Star. I know there’s a lot of will in you. Make me proud"

"Y-Yes, Coach~". Her struggle is not less than before, on the contrary, it has augmented a few folds.

However, receiving those truthful words of encouragement, had given to the Caramel Bombshell a goal to focus on.

"Good job". Congratulates N’Ïrk, ruffling and partially combing Evennette’s hair. "Are you ready for your reward, My Obedient Platinum Star?".

The damsel nods, determined to see this through, her bright silver eyes glinting with a rebellious mischievousness. The piercing gaze is not challenging, just inviting, ready to take N’Ïrk’s worst, or best. If that is what he wants to do with her.

"If you can hold for 90 seconds. I will be truly impressed". Admits N’Ïrk, heading to the lady’s privates. "Fret no fear. You don’t have to do anything right now, just let yourself enjoy the moment. You win the tournament, and obeyed to the letter".

He featherlightly kisses Evennette’s neck, between her breasts, then the navel. "Right now is about you, so let me hear the sweet cry of the unrestrained you...".

She rocks her head from one side to the other, not wanting the others waking up and listening to her shameful, vulnerable moans.

She continues with her arms pinned above her head. Tempted to go down and play a little with her round breasts.

But she waits, captivated by the sensuality of the rough tender treatment N’Ïrk effectuates on her. She can fill the man’s appreciation for her, bordering the worship she always gets, but never wanted.

Evennette can see her silhouette, the naked breasts, her wide hips, the smooth caramel skin embraced by the cherry red harnesses.

Her complexion is outstanding, slightly self conscious as N’Ïrk slides to the sides the erotic panties.

Though they are two straps overlapped, these harnesses are carrying the maidenly scent, but without them in the way. Is easy to spot the plump and soft lower lips of Evennette, drooling desperately for any kind of stimulation.

The lustful aroma keeps coming from her sex, the smell is potent, spiking a wild thirst in N’Ïrk’s instincts.

Forgetting the playful teasing. He goes for a sipping lick, savoring the fruity and alcoholic flavor.

{Why women are so tasty?. I don’t recall a bad taste from any of my sexual partners, but i am certain now. Kinkmancer has something to do with this. And i am grateful for it}

The sight is mesmerizing for both. N’Ïrk’s view is filled with a gorgeous goddess craving for pleasure. While Evennette has a dangerous predator feasting on her virgin pussy, to quench his thirst and satiate his ravenous hunger.

The fragrant and lewd fluid is ingested by N’Ïrk, lovingly sucking and kissing the unprotected vagina. The warmth is exquisite, just as much as the sweet savor.

Apart from a moan of acknowledgement, the poor Evennette crumbles before her Coach. His mouth gives comfort and maddening pleasure to her.

The damsel’s reaction is more than significant, meaningful even, jerking violently with a powerful stream that is gulped by N’Ïrk, who is almost as ecstatic as his half unconscious partner.

"We will have to work on Lesson Two, My Platinum Star. You are lacking some stamina and resilience".

"I understand Coach. I am your’s, N’Ïrk. Just care for me...". The breathless petition comes with Evennette’s falling asleep, leaving an amused young man untying his shirt from the lady’s wrist.

{She really didn’t move her arms}

Lifting and carrying the damsel, N’Ïrk lays her down on the bed of her bedroom, leaving his shirt over the pillow, and watching when Evennette sniffs and smiles during her sleep, grabbing and hugging the garment.

"That is cute. I thought she would last for longer".

N’Ïrk tilts his head, seeing Indayra at the foot of the entrance...