CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: THE CALM BEFORE THE TIDE PART 2 - TRUE SELF PART 6. (SPICY PLUS)

Vallicca’s trepidation continues present during our way to her room. Not lasting much as i embrace her silhouette from behind, barely waiting to enter in her private chamber to aggressively grope her large breasts.

Vallicca’s nervousness is understandable, and i try to ease her thoughts by gently kissing her neck, guiding her towards the bed, pushing her against the mattress.

She pants raggedly, biting her lips with a mix between fear and hesitation. More so when i move down, lowering her plain but functional underwear. The fabric is soaked with her thick juices, closers to be pastry cream, rather than just a liquid as such.

Embarrassed, she covers her face, looking at me through the gaps of her fingers, her dim blush portraying how ashamed she is, especially because i maintain eye contact with her while hinting my desire to devour her hairless, titillating, glossy pussy, slowly releasing more of her exotic fluids so i can familiarize with the flavor.

Feeling generous, and somehow starved, despite having dinning not long ago. I lean down for a kiss, ravenously savoring Vallicca’s wet folds.

{She does taste like pastry cream, with a fermented alcoholic scent resembling eggnog...}.

The foreign contact shortcircuits her pleasure receptors, loosening her mental barriers, and remaining doubts. Along relaxing the tenseness present in her womanly frame.

My hands sink to grip Vallicca’s meaty thighs, not letting her clench her legs too tight every time a squirm of maddening bliss assaults her body, jerking her pelvis, clasping the mattress’s sheets with her fists.

Yet, this position of my palms allow me to naturally get closer to her sex, my fingers brushing «Obliviously» the outer rim of her labia, darting to explore the external passage of her puckered untouched rosebud. A fact corroborated by the ethereal silhouette of a rose’s button.

Loud, long whimpers escape Vallicca’s mouth, muffling them by covering her lips with both hands, a futile attempt, because i nibble her clit, overthrowing her false sense of modesty, exploding with a scandalous moan that might had wake up the residents resting in the building.

Not diverting my gaze from Vallicca’s bright honey irises, i proceed to move slower, doing lethargic licks on her sweet creamy pot.

"Faster". She whispers softly. But i ignore her demand, not increasing the pace.

"Please, Vurckair". Her slender hand rest on my head, tenderly caressing my indigo mane. Still there is no change in my motion, and Vallicca comprehends the why. Nodding submissively, and gulping a mouthful of saliva, she hardens her conviction. "I’ll accept everything you want to grant me...".

I bite the little knob protruding in her pussy, the astonished, squirming gasp she let out is utterly delicious, not minding me to hear it on daily basis.

The cute, sexy yelping of Vallicca continues escalating in volume. The enjoyment she perceives rivaling her shame, aware of how others may be listening to the unbidden moans of her libidinous affair.

This twisted fantasy exacerbates her high excitement, flinching uncontrollably while fighting with her own self to not bury my face against her responsive, sensitive maidenhood, smothering and staining my face with her sweet nectar.

In the meantime, my hands travel up, undoing the buttons of her white blouse, reveling her bra, but i only lower the pads to free her large mammaries, making them appear even bigger, and enticing.

The temptation is elevated, playing with the stiff pulsating nipples that seem to be sweating.

Pastel milky golden liquid is leaking from her udders, the sweet aroma of vanilla flowing strongly, attracting me like neodymium magnets, captivating me with the possibility of drinking vanilla milk once more, a luxury almost impossible to obtain in Azthea. All thanks to the terrorists who wrecked apart the moon.

For more prone that i am to relive this cherished memory of my younger days. I don’t rush, kissing Vallicca’s belly, licking her navel and nibbling her pecs. Returning the oblivious teasing she performes on me.

My touch gets firmer, groping her breasts, pecking the valley formed in-between, then savagely biting the globes of flesh, marking them caramel brown with the shape of my denture, before giving a good suck to both nipples at once.

The taste is far better than what i can recall, remembering fondly the illusory flavor, and realizing that my palate and taste buds must had augment their capabilities.

{Perhaps is Vallicca’s herself. Similarly to my Natural Lube. She must possess a quirk related to Milk, making this drink, the tastiest i have ever had...}.

My burgundy bodysuit fades away, effectively naked above Vallicca. Her expectations ready for the imminent culmination of our bodies merging into one. As the heat of my cock brushes her inner thighs, dangerously close to her moistened labias.

My manhood is on hold, oozing precum in the impatient wait until i plung the flooded tear, obliterating Vallicca’s Virginity.

Though my primal feralness, and the Mentality Gift «Instinctual Analysis» warns me to swap my current focus, aiming to a different target.

My hunches never fail to hit the nail. So i follow it, allowing the reason and logic of my heightened senses to fully mesh with me.

This decision vanishes imaginary chains and limitations plaguing me with different layers of facets required to have a Decent, likable and tolerable civilized personality.

Bur now i can finally accept they are not identities i’m able to use at will, or for my intended benefit. Especially with the Stats, this nuisances becoming a nice turmoil to retweak my own incomplete perception, uncovering certain aspects i could had never know otherwise.

Above that, there is no need to hide anymore, Azthea is a world in decline that doesn’t require a monsters like me, even during wartimes.

Loutharn is distinct. The threatening anyone is, the most revered they become, enabling them to get away with whatever they desire, and that type of liberty is exactly what i will thrive for.

Vallicca perceived my change, her emotions bursting with wild excitement, the folds of her pussy puffing out with a sudden spasm, showing her desperate need of receiving attention in her privates.

My debonair smirk grows bigger, thrusting my hips forth, impaling the sealed little backdoor of the appalled mooing Cow-Woman under me...