Chapitre 188: 188
Chapter 188 : The Art Of Handjobs (1)
It was warm, this was her first thought. Her second was…
*It's….surprisingly inviting…* The shape, the sensation of it against her palm. She couldn't help but caress the shaft -- and that's when a hoarse , low moan managed to pierce the black veil of spandex like material nearby. The walls were talking…
She gripped it, first firmly then more gently as the annoyance of Galina's taunts began to settle. Agni suddenly became more aware of her surroundings. She could hear the sound of aggressive deepthroating in the distance, the rhythmic smack of skin on skin as two people nearby had sex. Suddenly everything seemed and felt heightened, it was a sensation that Agni could only describe as "viewing" oneself.
It was an event she had experienced before, though never in Adventia. It was her past life rather, there were times where she felt she was having an out of body experience. As if some self awareness allowed her to transcend the limitations of her senses and pull forth 'more'. Only this was different. Before, the sensation was more like a faint , dim impression of watching herself -- like using an invisible controller to move her own body. Now the impression was much less dim, more focused and defined. It was more than just a hazy thought or ideal -- it was real.
The slightest shifting air current in the room, the humidity -- laced with the faint musky scent of sex and saliva. The even breaths of the woman behind her, it all stood out to her. She was able to focus on everything, yet herself all in the same moment. She shifted her awareness towards the rod in her hand and suddenly Agni could sense a plethora of colors. To say "see" would be a lie, she wasn't registering the colors with her eyes but rather perceiving them due to all of the sensory information her body was currently processing.
What's more, she was keenly aware of this and a thought settled on her brain.
*Is this...succubus vision?*
Normally the power would make her vision darkish, blue even. Within that world of blue were often various colors related to the amount of heat any lifeform gave off. Thermal vision, if you would. But this was different. She felt as if each breath from the people around her released the tiniest reverberation which, although invisible, was made known to her.
She could feel Galina's impatience mingling with an emotion that Agni couldn't quite identify.
Expectation? Anticipation? Neither of those inferences felt wrong -- but they also didn't quite fit either. She could feel the man shifting his stance between her hand, but she paid it very little mind. She was more concerned with Galina, without turning around she understood that the woman was deeply invested in Agni's actions. Actions which, until now even Agni had somewhat ignored.
Her perception shifted from point to point in the room, so much so that she forgot about her own doings. She glanced down, willing the shifted perception to move towards the penis in her hand. She was, subconsciously, stroking it. Now that she was "paying attention", she could feel all of the experience. The skin moving against her own, the friction of the act. She could feel the pulse of blood flowing, each heart beat which throbbed and sent blood where it was needed. But what was curious, what made her take pause was a certain something.
She couldn't really describe it, suffice to say it was a gathering of energy? Or perhaps pressure? The strange colors, which seemed to ignore limitations like flesh and bone, began to look more like pseudo veins, a network of them leading to a singular point. The succubus suddenly felt curious, though she was in a strange state everything seemed somewhat distant. She could only feel and experience what she was directly in contact with. Everything else could simply be perceived.
And so she focused, and along with it her body reacted. Galina's breath grew uneven with anticipation as Agni knelt down and took up a position directly before the man's exposed dick. She watched, biting her lip all the while, as Agni took the man's dick in both hands. And then, a split moment later, something strange happened.
"What the fuck!?" Agni practically shrieked.
The magical moment was over, her senses receded into her own body once more and she was keenly aware of every sensation of being "grounded".
And she was not pleased.
She stood, her face splattered with man milk, both helpless and simultaneously infuriated at having been gifted with her first facial. The sticky warm fluid dripped down her forehead, covering her right eye. In her haste to react, Agni inadvertently tasted the salty fluid and clenched her fist as a fit of adject frustration settled in.
"Get it off of me. Please." She practically whimpered, but Galina was not concerned in the least about Agni's first full facial adventure.
"What ...what did you just do? How did you make him cum like that?" The normally reserved and detached woman stepped forward, a look of surprise and amazement painting her expression.
"What do you mean what did I do? Ugh. It's on my lip. Oh God. Oh. I...I think I like the taste. I don't know how to feel about this." Agni groaned as the milky cum dribbled down her lip and across her cheek.
"You touched him and then he shot. It was...I don't know what it was." Galina said, suddenly she was biting her thumbnail, as if lost in thought. Agni on the other hand was now wandering around the room like some sort of weird cum-faced zombie.
"A towel? Do you have a fucking towel?" She asked, her frustration reaching a fever pitch.
"It's in my eye!" She shouted before bumping into the nearby table.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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