CHAPTER 987: CHAPTER 150 - AYANE KITSUNE (5)

My cock slid in and out of her pussy with a slick, relentless rhythm, each stroke drawing up hotter, wetter sensations that pooled between us. The bed sounded alive with the sound of soft slaps, wet whispers, and the little splash of water clinging to skin... every noise echoing in the room like its own music. Her waist fit under my hands like it had been carved for me. It was a perfect, yielding curve that rolled and flexed with each thrust, warm and trembling beneath my touch.

"Ahhh, ahngh, ahhh...~ Hnghh, ahhh...!"

Her moans spilled out ragged and breathy. I felt her pussy clamp and loosen around me, each contraction a tiny, electric surprise that sent heat straight through my shaft. Her muscles twitched, mapping my length with small, urgent spasms, trying to draw me deeper every time I pulled back and then slammed forward. The pressure built, close and precise, like a vice that knew all my weaknesses.

"Aaah, aaaaaaahhh~ M-Master, something is... something is...~" she cried, voice rising, slick with wonder. Pleasure had painted her face with her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and her lips trembling. It looked like this might be her first true release with the way her whole body hungered and surrendered to it.

I didn’t ease off. I kept driving my hips, harder now, riding the wave she made with every desperate noise. She folded into it, closing her eyes, moans growing louder until—

"Ahhhhhhh~ Ahhh, aaaahhh~ I’m flyinggg...~ I’m flyingggggggggggg~!!!"

Her shout tore through the air as orgasm ripped her apart in the best way. Her back arched, hands clamped to my shoulders, and she hugged me like she might never let go. She locked her legs around my hips, holding me tight, her pussy clenching down as if to trap me inside her.

"Fnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

Her body convulsed in a long, trembling wave, every muscle taut and quivering. For a long beat she held me—firm, needy, and worshipful—until the spasms slowed and her breathing scattered. When she finally softened, she looked up at me, dazed and luminous.

"W-What was that?" she whispered, voice small and stunned.

"That’s an orgasm," I said, calm, watching her. If she didn’t know what it was before, she sure did now. "Do you like it?"

"Mmm... I like it..." she breathed, eyes glossy and sincere.

"Want me to keep going?" I asked.

"Y-Yesss...~" she answered, voice thin with want.

I didn’t hesitate. I angled, drove the tip of my dick into the deepest, wettest part of her pussy, the impact making a loud, sloppy slap each time I struck in. The feeling of her vagina cut through me—hot, tight, and it was utterly consuming—and I could sense my own build creeping toward the edge.

"Nnnghh, ahhnghhh...~ Ahh, ahhhh...~ Nnnghh, ahhnghhh, ah, ah, ahhhh...~!"

Her voice was honey and fire at once, and her body grew hotter with every stroke. My control thinned and the furnace inside me roared louder, coals flaring with every crash of my hips.

"Hgnhhh, ahhh...~ M-Master Leon... S-Something is... coming again...~ Hnghhh, ahhhnghh, ah, ahh...!"

Urgency threaded her words now and her pussy gripped me like a living thing, squeezing until it felt like we were one.

"Nghh, ahhngh, ahhh... H-He...~ ahhnghhh...! Hhhaaaaannghhhh...~"

She teetered on the edge and I did too. I leaned closer, voice low and hot in her ear. "Ayane, I’m going to cum inside."

"Mm... C-Cum inside me...!" she begged, and that simple permission burned straight through me.

I let go. My seed erupted, thick and hot, shooting into her until my body emptied, pulse bursting with every thrust. Her cry was a raw, beautiful sound as wave after wave of my cum filled her, and she wrapped herself around me, trembling.

"Ahhhnhghhhhh...! Ahhh, s-so hottt...~ It feels gooodddd...~!" she moaned, utterly undone.

She clenched her legs tight, squeezing me as I poured myself into her, holding me in place until the last pulse faded. Her eyes softened into near-heart shapes as she panted, spent and radiant.

When fatigue finally loosened her grip, her legs fell open to either side and I slid free. I watched a warm, white trickle leak from her pussy and mat the sheets below, a quiet, sticky trail of what we’d just shared. I exhaled and smiled, the sight making something low and satisfied settle in my chest. She still looked at me, and that same, slow pull—the one that made her dangerous and irresistible—was back in her gaze.

I lifted my cock and held it near her face, the shadow of it falling on her eyes. She stared at it for a long moment, panting with her pupils wide. Then, with a sleepy, deliberate movement, she inhaled the scent of me and leaned in. Her tongue dragged up my shaft in a teasing, wet lick. It was slow at first, then more eager, as if remembering every inch. It sounded faint and wet, like a harmonica played soft and close. I cupped her huge breasts, feeling the plush give under my palm. They were heavy and bouncy, and when I pulled away they shivered back into place.

I let her play with me for a while. She took her time, worshipful and gentle. Then she moved herself, shifting her weight and coming up on all fours. Her chest pressed to the mattress, breasts yielding from the action, with her butt high in the air, spine arched in a perfect curve that begged for me. All nine of her tails fluttered and wagged behind her, tiny metronomes matching the beat of my pulse.

A dark, hungry heat built in me again. I sat up and took position behind her, my cock aimed at her still-wet pussy that was slowly leaking the last of my seed. I slid in halfway, letting the warm, slick heat swallow my length and settle around me.

"Nghhh..."

I found the curve of her waist with my hands—so precise and so damn inviting—and, with a hard, satisfying motion, I slammed my hips forward once more.