Chapitre 15: A little surprise
The morning sun's light trickled through the dark forest, the chill of the night vanished, and a near-tropical heat began to press down. Humidity in the morning air was a blissful moment in between heat and cold—a middle ground.
As dawn's first rays pierced the cavern's mouth, Ethan and Scarlett found themselves entwined in a cocoon of blankets and each other's embrace—a necessary defense against the night's biting chill. Yet, as the once frigid air yielded to the warmth of the morning, the snug embrace that had offered them comfort now became a source of stifling heat.
The two wriggled in vexation; their once cozy refuge suddenly transformed into an overbearing swaddle. It didn't take long before Scarlett opened her eyes. Stifling a yawn, she looked at Ethan.
Her eyes brightened slightly.
One of his hands lingered beneath the fabric of her trousers, fingertips grazing the tender skin in between her legs in a dance that left a trail of liquidized warmth in its wake. He was also using her boobs as his pillow while his legs were entangled around her in a weird position. She knew she couldn't move without waking him up.
Indeed, he had been busy yesterday with his fingers, and it had not been a wet dream. Unlike those days she was away from him, now he was near, his hand inside her pants. The movement of those fingers hadn't been a dream either.
She cursed him in her mind, 'Why did you sleep on my arm? Uh… it's going to hurt when you move.' Then she thought of all the days she slept like that on purpose to hurt him and grew silent. She turned her face and looked at him.
It was a rare opportunity to be able to just watch him, so she silently looked at him for a second. His face was calm, his adam's apple moved with every breath he took. His eyes were closed, and his usual readiness with a reply to her remarks was relaxed.
She shifted slightly, and he immediately moved instinctively, holding her still. She chuckled, now clearly facing him. Luckily for her, she had removed her upper garment yesterday, so it wasn't really hot, but he was still in his clothes. It must be scalding!
Moving closer, she slowly pulled the blankets away from both of their bodies. It felt much better. The cooler part of the air quickly made her heave in relief.
Scarlett also noticed a bulge in his trousers and blushed slightly. Ethan stirred slightly, and she tensed, a caught breath in the stillness, before his arms, with a sleeper's instinct, drew her close. Effortlessly, she was repositioned, now resting atop his chest, her ear pressed against the tranquil cadence of his heartbeat.
A more rosy blush crept upon her cheek, and she looked at his face with a pout.
"Ethe, you really asleep?" softly, she asked, pushing a stray hair behind her ears.
He didn't reply.
She traced his nose with her fair finger. "Should I help you? It seems stiff and a bit painful. Say you want it, and I'll help. I am your one and only wife. After all, it's my responsibility…. I can feel it pressing against my stomach." She couldn't deny that she was turned on.
She was naked other than her shorts, her boobs pressed against his chest, their ample sizes squeezed into a tantalizing form.
Being completely exhausted after everything the last few days and having slept late after studying, Ethan was dead asleep. Had he heard her words, he would have replied without a second lost. After all, for all the pleasure he had given her, Scarlett, being the stubborn woman she was, had never been able to really reciprocate in a really lewd way.
Her pride was through the roof. Why would she help him get relief?
Of course, having separated from him after all that 'I lost my virginity' bullshit he spoke to her, she had changed quite a lot. She had killed. She had matured. And after the whole ship ordeal, that was even more so the case.
She really didn't have much ambition any longer; she just wanted to settle somewhere out there and have children with him. Of course, she would rather just crawl in a hole than be left behind by him. Become a mother, maybe?
It was certainly enticing.
Of course, she knew he was as ambitious as they got and knew he'd probably have some excuse.
Scarlett sulked and hugged his face tightly before showering kisses on his hair. It was just as chaotic and smooth as always.
She felt his hand instinctively grab her ass and tighten his hold. She almost gasped. Almost.
Reluctantly disentangling herself from his tangy embrace, she moved her body to the point she was looking at his bulge with a squint.
Should she do it? She wondered.
It would make him royally happy if she woke him up like that. Especially considering he had wanted to say something to her yesterday before she made him go back to sleep.
Trailing her thumb over the sculpted muscles of his stomach and gliding her fingers up the leg of the briefs, she hesitated a bit.
With a wry smile, she then pulled the trousers slowly down his waist, stopping to enjoy the spring of his cock when it was finally free of its confines, watching it land on his stomach with a small smack, his tip almost lined up with his belly button. She had seen it before, but it always amazed her. This thing would make her pregnant one day?
With her hand as fair as jade, she followed the thick vein on the underside of his cock to his leaking tip—taking a deep breath, she used her [Fire Ball] Ability inside her mouth; it was not like it could harm her, so it immediately cleaned her mouth of any bad smell and bacteria—and then she dipped her pink and wet tongue in for a sample.
She felt his breaths become labored; his jaw started clenching and eyebrows furrowing. A bit frightened, she held back a little. Her husband opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes wide and filled with questions. And… mirth.
"Damn Scar… Not that I'm complaining, but what got into you?"
She blushed and looked away from his face, back to his member.
"I was horny," she said with a flushed face and added between shy kisses up and down his shaft, "Enjoy for how long it lasts. Who knows if I would be generous enough to do this for you ever again?"
He sat up in an awkward pose and held her head. He was about to say something when she interrupted him with something he had never experienced.
Taking him as far as her throat would allow, swallowing around him before pulling back up, she looked up at him with that pouty expression. It wasn't as bad as she expected, and he instinctively assisted her head's movement, which was somehow so wrong.
How dare he?
She gobbled him up with a stare, don't look at me, you bastard. Why can't you just enjoy this?
With each sultry motion of her mouth, Scarlett relished in the power she held over Ethan's pleasure. Her lips enveloped him with a fiery hunger, her tongue teasing and dancing along his length. The taste of him, mixed with her own desire, ignited a flame deep within her.
His jaw clenched, and his breathing grew ragged; she reveled in his reactions, knowing that she alone held the ability to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. It was her territory. From her youth to this day and for the years that would pass, he was hers.
As Scarlett's lips tightened their grip around him, her suction increasing, Ethan's control began to waver. His body trembled with mounting pleasure, his muscles tensing as he fought to hold back the inevitable. But Scarlett was surprisingly good at this. With a final, deliberate flick of her tongue, she brought him crashing over the precipice, his release surging forth in a wave of ecstasy.
A primal groan filled the air; Scarlett's lips lingered on him, savoring the taste of his pleasure before she gradually released him from her mouth with a sigh. Indeed, there was not a bit of cum in her mouth. Right after he released it, he teleported it away.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. "I'd have drank it for you. I've heard people like that sort of thing. You know, I won't really mind it."
Ethan looked at her with a red face and pulled her into his embrace. "You know what, babe?"
Scarlett planted her forehead on his shoulders. She had expected to feel shy and embarrassed, but somehow, that was far from her thoughts. It was more comfortable. She felt appreciated for being who she was even though he hadn't said anything.
"What?"
"This is the best wake-up I have ever had."
"You said the same thing when you fingered me for the first time, if I remember correctly."
"No, this is better than that. I love you so much. Damn, I was startled but then just lost."
"…Really?"
"Yeah. I feel like I could flirt like this forever!"
"Heh, I thought we'd have our first night yesterday when I slept half-naked beside a lustful wolf like you. Seems like someone's got their urges under control."
"I was just exhausted."
Just as they were about to speak more sweet nothings and their hand once again started to move, the emergency light stuck on the wall, which they had forgotten even existed, suddenly flickered on. Both Ethan and Scarlett immediately frowned.
"Did you turn it off yesterday?" he asked.
"You didn't?" She questioned with a frown.
What was going on?
Why would it turn on so suddenly?
Ethan felt something was wrong. His luminous blue eyes moved to the light.
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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