Chapter 54: Making My Senior Sister Completely Mine [R-18]

As their kiss started again, Veyron’s hands moved slowly and deliberately. His fingers found the edges of Xialyn’s grey core disciple robes and began to loosen them, parting the fabric bit by bit.

The kiss deepened as he worked, warm and unhurried, while the robes gradually slipped open under his touch.

When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva still connected their lips. Xialyn’s eyes were half-lidded, her breathing uneven. Veyron gently pushed her down onto the bed. She didn’t struggle.

Instead, a deep flush spread across her face and down her neck as he finished removing the robes completely.

Beneath them, she still wore a soft purple bra and matching panties. The bra cupped her breasts snugly, the fabric stretching over their full shape, while the panties sat low on her hips.

Xialyn immediately covered her face with both hands, her fingers trembling. The embarrassment was overwhelming. Even with the thin purple fabric still covering her, lying exposed on the soft mattress made her heart race.

Veyron’s gaze was drawn straight to her chest. Her breasts were large and perky, full and rounded with a soft, natural weight. They were only a little smaller than Aveline’s, yet still well beyond ordinary standards—high, firm, and beautifully shaped.

The purple bra framed them perfectly, the material pressing gently against the swell and making the stiff outline of her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. The skin of her chest and stomach was smooth and pale, rising and falling with her quickened breaths.

He was completely captivated by them.

Bending down, Veyron kissed her again, slow and deep, before trailing his lips lower. He pressed warm, lingering kisses along the side of her neck, then lower still, tasting her skin.

Xialyn’s body shivered under the attention. Soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips at first—small, involuntary sounds she tried to hold back.

"Ah... mmm..."

As his mouth continued downward, the moans grew longer and less restrained.

"Ahh... hah...little Vey..."

He finally reached her breasts. Veyron’s hands moved to the purple bra, gently easing it down until her breasts spilled free.

Her nipples were already hard, a soft pink that had deepened slightly with her arousal, stiff and sensitive-looking against the swell of her breasts. He took one of them into his mouth and sucked gently.

ahhhnnn...!"

The soft, wet sound of his lips against her skin mixed with her voice as her back arched slightly off the bed. He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak before sucking again, firmer this time, drawing out another trembling moan from her.

"Hnn... ahh...!"

His other hand came up to cup her remaining breast, fingers gently kneading the soft flesh while his mouth stayed focused on the one he held between his lips.

Xialyn’s hands remained over her face, but her body responded openly, her breathing growing heavier with every suck and every warm press of his tongue.

The purple panties still rested on her hips, a thin barrier that did nothing to hide the way her thighs pressed together as the sensations spread through her.

He sucked her nipples again and again, moving from one to the other without pause. His lips sealed tightly around the stiff pink peaks, drawing them deeper into the wet heat of his mouth as his tongue swirled and flicked against them in slow, deliberate circles.

Each time he switched breasts, the soft, wet sound of his mouth leaving one only to claim the other filled the quiet room. Then he bit down—gently at first, testing the give of her soft flesh, before applying a little more pressure.

The sharp sting mixed with the lingering suction made Xialyn’s body jerk beneath him, her back arching off the mattress as a loud, unrestrained moan tore from her throat.

"Ahh...! Hnn... ahh...!"

Faint red marks began to bloom against her pale skin where his teeth had pressed, standing out vividly against the swell of her breasts. He soothed them with his tongue a moment later, only to suck harder, drawing another trembling sound from her lips.

The room felt warmer with every passing second, the air thick with the sound of her breathing and the quiet, wet noises of his mouth against her skin.

She looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, her face still flushed deep red from embarrassment and something far hotter. One of her hands moved to his head, fingers threading into his hair with a shaky grip.

"Hnnn...yes~"

She pressed him down against her breast, holding him there as her chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths. The feeling of his warm mouth, the way his tongue dragged across her sensitive nipple, the faint sting of the marks he left—it all made her thighs press together on instinct.

"Little Vey... don’t... don’t get—" Her voice broke into another moan as he sucked harder, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. She pressed him closer still, her fingers tightening in his hair as if she was afraid he might pull away. "It feels good... ahh... don’t stop..."

Veyron answered by sealing his mouth around her nipple once more, sucking firmly while his tongue traced slow, wet circles around the sensitive tip.

The faint marks he had left stood out against her pale skin, and every time his teeth grazed them she trembled beneath him. Her free hand clutched at the sheets beside her, knuckles whitening as soft, broken sounds continued to spill from her lips.

After a while he lifted his head and kissed her again. The kiss was deep and messy, their tongues sliding against each other as they exchanged saliva.

Soft, wet sounds filled the space between them as Xialyn clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck while her body arched up into his bare chest.

Her breasts pressed against him, still damp from his mouth, and the faint taste of her skin lingered on his tongue as they kissed. Their lips stayed locked for several long moments, neither of them pulling away until the need for air forced them apart.

When they finally broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still connected their mouths, stretching before it broke.

Veyron’s gaze drifted lower. He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss just beneath her breasts, then another lower still, following the soft line of her stomach. His lips moved downward with unhurried intent, trailing warmth across her smooth skin as he continued his path down her body.

Hnnnn... ahh~

Each kiss lingered, his breath fanning over the places he had just touched, making her stomach tighten under the attention.

Xialyn’s hands remained in his hair, her fingers twitching as she felt him move lower, her breathing growing heavier with every press of his mouth against her.

After giving her breasts one last lingering suck, Veyron finally pulled back. His lips left her nipple with a soft, wet sound, and he sat up slightly, his crimson eyes sweeping over her body with open admiration.

Xialyn lay beneath him on the bed, her grey robes long discarded. The purple bra still rested beneath her breasts, pushed down and forgotten, while her matching panties clung to her hips.

Her face was flushed a deep red, her purple eyes half-lidded as she watched him, her chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. Strands of her long black hair clung to her damp skin, and the faint red marks he had left on her breasts stood out against her pale complexion.

She had never felt this much pleasure before. The warmth spreading through her body was overwhelming, and her heart raced as she realized just how close she was becoming with her beloved little Vey.

In this moment, she was no longer only his senior sister. She was becoming his woman as well. The manly, almost wild way he moved over her—claiming every part of her body without hesitation—sent a new kind of sensation through her, one that made her thighs press together and her breath catch in her throat.

"Senior sister you look beautiful," Veyron said, his voice low and sincere.

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