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Chapter 37 by uthervierdragon uthervierdragon

What will you do?

[Divine Blood] Grope her Ass

You reach out and touch her. Just a fingertip at first, then more. You rub her cheeks and knead her supple thews. A careful massage followed by a measured slap. She whimpers and sucks in air. Another slap – firmer – leaves a rosy mark. She whispers something and shudders. You grope her with both hands, and your cock grows hard. The plug is in the way, and you are ready to see her opened.

She gasps and shivers. ”No.”

You pause your exploration.

”I’m not ready,” she says. ”Not yet. Not for that. Not today.” She pauses, then smiles. ”Do you want me to suck your cock? I’m good at sucking cock.” And she is on her knees.

You stumble upright. The talk has kept you hard, but the buttons of your pants resist your efforts. You groan. Your dick – and her fingers – have come entangled with your underwear. A vein throbs, strangled by linen, and her touch is cold.

You groan.

Then the tip of her tongue reaches your crown and she pushes you past her lips. Warm wetness engulfs you as the Cerulean Maven sucks you in. She bestows careful ministrations on your cock; slow and deliberate movements – as if fearing she might cut you with her teeth. You hit her throat and she, gagging, spits you out.

Her drool, mixed with your precum, runs from the corners of her mouth and pools to the floor. She licks her lips, and more stains her dress. You rub your spit-slick member, allowing her to catch her breath.

”Wow.” Her fingers replace yours. ”I didn’t think... Was it okay? Did I hurt you?”

You answer her with low-voiced encouragement.

A warm smile lights up her not-so-innocent face. The dance of her fingers turns frenetic, and the parting of her lips forms an inviting O. ” Let's try again.”

Her tongue snakes around your tip as she cups your balls. She covers your shaft with **** kisses, slurping between moans. Her hand has wandered down between her legs, and a red sheen flushes her cheeks.

You whisper a warning – you won’t last long.

She seals you with her lips just as the hot relief boils up the length of your pulsing cock. A second spurt bedecks her face, and you aim the third into her wide-open mouth.

”Sh–anks,” she mumbles and then crawls away, searching for something hidden in the base of a shelf. From there she pulls a hardwood case of fine make, opens it, and spits your load into a small Feysilver bowl.

”I asked a fellow student,” she explains, not meeting your eyes. ”He said yes, but chickened out. I had everything prepared and – and I really thought he’d do it.” She finds a white linen square inside her box and uses it to cleanse her face. ”I asked for his help with a ritual, I mean, I wasn’t going to – I didn’t plan on...”

You offer her your hand and guide her back to the desk.

”We were talking about books and travel – you and I, I mean. But also with my friends. At university, I mean.” She clears her throat. ”Anyway. There is this bookshop on Northbeachisswamp – I overheard. And I will give you the address.”

You have gained [1] Secluded Address

You have unlocked a hidden location on the Saltisle of Northbeachisswamp

”A friend has family there. She did not lend me the book, but I puzzled out enough even without it. I just needed a man’s – well...” She points at the small bowl in her hand. ”But I didn’t plan on – I mean...”

You pull her close, and she sits down on your lap, her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Her eyes, the same Sea-blue as all her family, shine deeper now and colder. You lose yourself in the calm ocean, in the hints of soul-filled understanding. Neither of you talk, not any longer.

”Will I see you again?” She asks, much later.

An answer is not necessary, but she shivers and shudders for your embrace. You assure her with soft words and gentle touches. She quivers, eyes alight with grateful fire, and moves her head. You both move close and closer, until the meeting of your lips. Her tongue enters your mouth and ensnares you with hungry need. She drinks you, touches you, and – with a sigh – slips away.

”I – I will miss you,” She whispers in the doorway, already half-disappeared into the shadows. ”I already do. Keep me in your thoughts?” And she is gone.

The Evening has come to an End

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