CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: FERVENT TENDERNESS PART 2.

The young man growls with the gentle soft tongue of Niveilia. The damsel may be an inexperienced novice in sexual affairs, but she knows how to use her tongue to savor syrups, effortlessly massaging the thick deflated dick, even when she took the entire size.

Her initial thirst becomes hunger, with a stir of gluttony arousing the Busty Lady, her puffy nipples excitedly protruding from the front of her tight pinkish clothes.

Niveilia tries to take the manhood deeper into her mouth. But N’Ïrk can control himself, preventing the erection, and enjoying the dedicated service the kneeling damsel performs.

The man’s virility remains bulbous at the head, like a mushroom, while the shaft is smooth and flexible, similar to an electric eel, yet, with Niveilia’s caresses, the surface ends pristine clean. At least if the saliva of the Busty Lady is not taken into account.

Nevertheless. The novice did an amazing job. Not needing another hint or command to continue with her assignment. Crawling into Indayra’s bedroom, and rimming the rectum of the sleeping Frosted Witch, swallowing the sperm puddle, and restoring the Maiden’s asshole to a «Not Penetrated» state.

Realizing what is she doing, Niveilia gets too coy, especially with N’Ïrk crouching half naked behind her.

"You continue to impress me, My Sugar Baby. Is there anything you desire?. And «No». I am not referring to any kind of nourishment. That is a given. Anything edible you want. Just ask for it. Understood?".

The Busty Lady nods.

"Then?. What’s on your mind Niveilia?. Let me hear your melodious voice, and don’t hold back with your petition".

"C-Cah...". The lady’s tongue is tied, slipping her phrase, becoming sad at her own inability to communicate with her crush, and once again being on the verge of tears.

N’Ïrk rubs his forehead against Niveilia’s nape, embracing the damsel from behind, leaning against her with intimate intent, but without touching her inappropriately, placing his hands on the lady’s belly.

"There’s no rush, My Sugar Baby. You can tell me later, when you’re calmer and more relaxed".

With a more moderate breathing, the Busty Lady negates with a single shake of her head, resolution awakening from her fragile heart.

She has to stand up for herself, and truth be told, Niveilia can only be a fierce damsel when others are at risk.

But with N’Ïrk near her, guiding and orienting her. The hesitation constraining her, is prone to vanish, slowly and calmly, but ultimately removed from her appalled mind.

"M-My Sugar Daddy. C-Can you, sleep with me?".

"In my bedroom?".

"N-No. I. I was talking about spending the night t-together. I am not ready!. I. I was just, r-referring to sleep in the same bed. M-My own bed preferably. Your’s is a bit too big, and for me, is unsettling, even looking at it makes me nervous".

N’Ïrk smirks. The Harvester’s Bedroom is by far the best individual accomodation in the Deck, and the bed couldn’t been the exception. An Emperor-size mattress, large enough to allow a good rest for four tall robust people, without being cramped, or having the need to be physically close between each other.

"As you wish Niveilia". Acknowledges N’Ïrk, carrying the damsel out of Indayra’s room, heading to the Busty Lady’s personal chambers.

Too astonished to put any complain, the damsel dreamily stares at her crush.

N’Ïrk lifted her effortlessly, holding her as if she were a princess, so she allows her to enjoy the moment, letting herself go, putting her arms around N’Ïrk’s neck, while placidly placing her head on the young man’s shoulder, sighing dazedly in her lovelorn trance.

The two lie down on the bed, their positions unchanged, as N’Ïrk allows Niveilia to continue enthralled, observing him like a rare novelty.

"Rest well". He says, kissing goodnight the red plump lips of Niveilia. Who overwhelmed by the sudden smothering intimacy, gets lightheaded, falling asleep, just like her crush.

With Niveilia by his side, a strange event happens to N’Ïrk. The young man who wakes up constantly during the night does not need to do such unnecessary annoying action, resting uninterrupted for the following nine and half hours.

Although N’Ïrk has awoken a few seconds ago, he doesn’t open his eyelids.

Niveilia woke up before him, and she is staring curiously at the raging boner between the man’s legs.

His morning wood seems to be painful, having a certain effect that arouses Niveilia, the lady is bewildered and bewitched by the thick veiny manhood, completely different to the soft mushroom N’Ïrk’s virility was during the night.

"It’s larger than my head". Murmurs Niveilia, wrapping her slender dainty fingers around the base of the stiff cock. "So hot, and hard".

The whispers proceed with the damsel immediately taking the bulbous head in her cute little mouth, slowly handjobing and lubing the shaft with the saliva flowing from her mouth.

N’Ïrk is in heaven, and got so much more energy after a real night of continuous sleep.

For her part, Niveilia could not stop feeling N’Ïrk’s dick in her hands, stuffing her mouth, working marvelously to satisfy the supposedly sleeping young man.

The precum appears, sucked on the spot by the lady, she loves the flavor, but wants and needs more of it, relentlessly feeding herself with the fluids ejected by N’Ïrk’s manhood.

Eleven minutes later, he comes all over the damsel’s oral cavity. Niveilia feels the slimy warmth of the jizz, slowly filling her mouth, going down her throat with a lewd noise that causes her expectancy and satisfaction.

She wanted to taste N’Ïrk’s seed once again, like a famished peasant after discovering a good fast food shelter stand.

The thought is ephemeral, replaced by her realization, as she succumbed with the strong smell and taste of the «Glaze», infatuated by her crush, and not repenting from her unladylike behavior.

For Niveilia is clear why she liked N’Ïrk’s sperm so much, almost moaning with a loud scream, but holding it to no awake her crush.

Nevertheless. After gulping the last remnant of her partner’s ecstatic sweet semen, the damsel rises her eyesight and shyly smiles at N’Ïrk, like a little girl who was caught red handed doing a bad thing.

"That was an incredible good morning call, My Sugar Baby, you have to attend me like this from now on. Understood?".

"Y-Yes, My Sugar Daddy"...