CHAPTER 36: ST

Kiana’s hand pressed gently, guiding Liend lower—beneath the hem of her skirt. Her fingers slipped into his hair, not forceful, but firm enough to hold him there.

"You can start now," she said softly.

Liend looked up—or rather, into the dim space between her thighs. It was more shadow than light, her skirt draping down like a veil around him. Her warmth surrounded his cheeks and ears, thighs brushing faintly against the sides of his face—close, enclosing.

Then her voice came again, calm, measured.

"You have to start," she said. "I won’t begin counting until you do."

Liend looked up—his eyes gliding slowly—taking her in.

Kiana’s scent—familiar, sweet, almost home-like—hit him stronger now. It overwhelmed his senses, dizzying, almost like a wave of nausea that made his breath hitch. His mouth opened slightly, instinctive, as he leaned in—pressing his lips against her, through the fabric.

The contact made her jolt—her legs twitching slightly, knees rising from the sudden sensation.

But Liend didn’t pull back—his mouth stayed pressed, persistent.

"It’s not even been five seconds," Kiana said, breath catching.

Liend responded with only a muffled breath—her scent, her warmth, the damp feel of the fabric spreading against his lips.

"I know," he muttered.

He parted his mouth more—teeth gently pressing, tongue sliding upward through the cloth.

Kiana trembled.

"Remember the rule," she warned, voice shaking, trying to keep composure.

Liend pressed in deeper, tongue working through the fabric.

Kiana’s breath hitched again from the pressure.

"One minute," she whispered. "You have to keep the fabric in place for at least one minute..."

Liend’s voice came back again, strained and broken—barely audible against the softness of her, the thick press of flesh and cloth between them.

"I know," Liend murmured, voice muffled.

He pushed in deeper, feeling her press back against him. The soft fat of her lower body gave way, warm and pliant beneath the fabric, cushioning every movement as his mouth chased the shape of her.

"Mmhh..." Kiana moaned, her legs instinctively trying to pull away—but there was nowhere to go, her back already pressed against the wall.

Liend’s fingers slid upward, slow at first, before gripping tightly onto her thighs—holding her in place.

"Liend..." Kiana gasped, breath catching, her voice trembling.

But Liend didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His mouth stayed locked to her, lips moving hungrily, though the damp cloth denied him any direct contact. His teeth scraped against the taut fabric—biting into nothing but the surface stretched tight over her.

The taste, the scent, the heat—he could only take them in from the outside, but it was enough to drive him mad.

Below, his cock twitched hard, already glistening—fluid leaking freely, pulsing with urgency. The fabric kept him from touching her, kept him just out of reach, but the pill’s effect only deepened with time.

The ache twisted inside him, the drive swelling beyond reason, as his breath broke into a muffled sound—desperate, almost a yell

"How much longer, Mom?" Liend asked, frustration thick in his voice.

"It should’ve already been a minute."

Kiana inhaled sharply, his mouth still pressed against her—tongue searching, lips tingling against the soaked fabric. Every movement made her breath hitch, her thighs tense—but still, there was no true contact. No relief. Just the maddening barrier in between.

Her voice cracked, barely holding steady.

"Forty..."

A beat passed.

"Forty-five seconds more."

Liend groaned, licking harder, trying to push deeper through the cloth.

"That’s not right," he muttered, breath hot.

"It has to have been at least half a minute."

Kiana’s breathing grew more ragged, her head tilting back slightly. Still, she fought to keep her voice in control—cool, composed, though it wavered.

"Questioning Mommy?" Kiana asked, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed his head harder against her.

But her voice trembled—betraying what her body said.

"Are you saying I’m lying... Liend?" she breathed, each word breaking between ragged gasps.

Liend, still panting against her, barely managed a reply through the motions of his mouth.

"No... but—"

His lips were too busy, tongue dragging firm strokes against the fabric, leaving warm, wet marks that darkened the cloth—frustrated but relentless.

Kiana cut him off.

"Leave the count to Mommy," she said, voice low but commanding.

"Focus on your job."

She pushed him in deeper, her legs trembling now, body beginning to falter under the rising intensity. Her breath shuddered as she slipped slightly—knees bending, thighs giving way.

Liend held on, hands gripping her thighs tightly. He groaned, unable to suppress it. His own shaft jerked uncontrollably, spilling onto the carpet—untouched, overstimulated.

And then—he snapped.

With a guttural grunt, Liend pulled her down with him. Kiana hit the ground with a muffled thud, and in the same breath, he bit at the fabric—tearing it aside.

No more barriers.

His tongue met her directly now—slick, hot—striking deep as it pushed in. Her body jolted, breathless, as everything restraint held back now surged loose between them.

"Ah—!" Kiana moaned, sharp and sudden.

"Liend..." she gasped, pulling his head in tighter, her fingers buried in his hair—gripping hard.

But even as her body responded, the words falling from her lips said something else.

"This isn’t..." she tried to say, breath breaking.

Liend didn’t stop. His hands gripped her thighs, hard enough to leave marks, his fingers digging in as his teeth grazed her folds. His tongue pushed deeper—stroking, tasting, exploring everything inside her.

"No—!" Kiana cried out, her voice quivering on the edge of surrender.

She pressed a trembling hand between his mouth and her cunt, pushing him back. His tongue slipped free, lips parting from her heat as her body shook—belly tight, her core quivering with aching need.

Her breath came uneven, sharp, desperate as she held his head just inches away—restraining both him and herself.

"Now do you understand?" she whispered, voice low, ragged, barely audible.

Liend looked up at her, still panting, lips slick, trying to form words.

"But..." he breathed, eyes wide, confused.

"I’m sure it was sixty..."

Kiana’s hand twitched—but her voice cut him off, speaking before he could finish.

"No, Liend," Kiana said, her voice strained but firm.

"It wasn’t even a full forty seconds when you pulled me—"

She paused, catching her breath, still ragged from the overwhelming intensity."—down."

Liend stared at her, eyes filled with need, still leaning forward—aching for more. But her hand stayed firm, cupped protectively over her cunt, blocking his view, his access. Her fingers covered everything, her thighs curling inward, pressing tight together—hiding the heat, the ache, from him now.

Kiana looked at him through the haze of her breath, catching the disappointed flicker in his expression. Her hand moved up—soft now—fingertips brushing along his cheek.

"We will," she said gently.

"We’ll come... eventually."

Her eyes locked with his—steady now, reassuring, but controlled.

"But slowly."

She smiled faintly, her breath starting to calm.

"We’ll start slow... to keep that drive of yours in check."

Her thumb caressed his skin, her voice softer—more certain.

"Just for mama."