Chapter 271: Any Secrets? [R18]

Chapter 271: 271: Any Secrets? [R18]

She stayed locked against his mouth, the kiss deep and wet and hungry, tongues sliding and tangling while her hand worked steadily over the thick bulge beneath the loincloth.

Her fingers curled around the heavy shape of him, squeezing and stroking through the fabric, feeling the heat and the insistent pulse as he swelled even harder under her palm.

"Mmmm," Commander Lynn groaned into her mouth, the sound low and rough, his hips shifting upward to press more firmly into her grip. Pre-cum had already soaked a dark patch into the cloth; she could feel the slick heat of it against her fingers.

Ayra broke the kiss just long enough to tug the loincloth free.

The heavy cock sprang out—thick, flushed dark, the broad head already glistening, veins standing out along the shaft, the base beginning to swell with the promise of his knot.

She smiled as their eyes slowly went down to meet the little guy dangling between his legs. Ayra seemed excited at the sight of it.

"You’re already so hard and wet..." She bit her lower lip, her eyes glued to it.

Commander Lynn’s moan was loud as he said in urgency, "Want to taste it...?" He stared at her, their eyes meeting. "Because I want you to... it wants you to..."

"With pleasure..." Smiling, she wrapped both hands around it, one stacked above the other, and stroked slowly from root to tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the sensitive crown with her thumb.

"Ah—" Lynn’s breath left him in a sharp exhale. He felt his whole body clench in pleasure as she touched him down there, hard and urgently.

Ayra was on her knees between his spread thighs. Her tongue flicked out first—light, deliberate licks across the broad head, tasting the salt of him, circling the ridge, dipping into the slit to gather more of the clear fluid.

"Oh yeah..." Commander Lynn instantly closed his eyes with a sharp gasp, the pleasurable sensation building around him as she teased him down there.

She dragged the flat of her tongue down the underside, following a thick vein all the way to the base, then back up again, slow and wet.

Lynn’s hands clenched on the side of the ground. His ears twitched hard. "Fuck... Ayra—"

She sealed her lips around the tip and sank down, taking the thick head into the wet heat of her mouth.

Slow at first, tongue pressing flat along the underside as she worked deeper, cheeks hollowing with each measured pull.

"Ayra..." His cock stretched her lips wide; the weight of it filled her mouth.

Ayra bobbed in a steady rhythm, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t yet reach, the other cupping and rolling his heavy balls. Soft, wet sounds filled the space—slick and rhythmic.

"You’re doing such a good job... ah... yes..." Commander Lynn’s hand came up, fingers threading into her hair, holding, guiding the pace as she took him deeper.

"Such a good job, Ayra..." His hips gave small, involuntary thrusts that pushed the blunt head a little farther each time, nudging the back of her throat.

She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense and his cock twitch hard against her tongue.

"Ah!" He gasped loudly in immense pleasure.

She pulled off with a soft, wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the shiny head.

She stared at him with a smile, a finger tucking her hair to the side as she teased his cock with her fingers. "It just keeps getting bigger and even more delicious..."

"Any secrets?" She smiled.

Commander Lynn panted softly, caressing her cheeks with his hands. "You..." he said in a low pant. "You’re sure as the secret..."

He hesitated as he added, "I can’t wait too long. I need your mouth right now..."

"Got you..." Ayra smiled as she took him again, deeper this time, letting him bottom out against her throat while she swallowed around him.

"Yes... ah! You’re so... deep... yes..." Lynn’s grip in her hair tightened. He started guiding her more firmly—slow thrusts of his hips meeting her downward slides, cock sliding over her tongue, the thick shaft glistening with her spit.

His breathing had turned rough, low growls vibrating in his chest every time she took him to the root.

She continued working him down there until Commander Lynn felt himself almost snapping. "Ah..." He gasped as he gently pulled her off.

Ayra stared at him with a smile as he said, "Why don’t we do it with me standing...?"

Ayra smiled. "Any way is fine with me."

"Fine." Commander Lynn smiled as he stood, the loincloth falling away completely.

He was fully naked now—tall, broad-shouldered, cock standing rigid and slick from her mouth, the knot at the base already noticeably swollen.

Ayra stayed on her knees in front of him, looking up. "You look so..." she smiled, staring up to meet his face.

"So what...?" Commander Lynn, playing his hand through her hair.

Ayra shook her head with a smile. "Never mind."

Lynn scoffed. "You can’t leave me hanging like that."

Ayra tilted her head. "What are you going to do if I leave you hanging then?"

Lynn smiled mischievously as he said, "I’ll have to punish you then..." His hands played through her hair.

Ayra smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Then punish me then..."

He smiled as he gently pulled her hair closer. "Then don’t blame me for doing so..." Commander Lynn pulled her hair closer to his cock and she took him back in without hesitation.

This time she went harder. Long, deep strokes that let him sink all the way until her nose pressed against the soft fur at his base.

Then short, fast ones focused on the sensitive head while her tongue flicked and swirled.

"Ah, you... so... naughty..." Commander Lynn smiled, spreading his legs while holding her hair firmly while she sucked him. "So naughty..."

Ayra smiled mischievously in between her service as she twisted her fist around the thick shaft, pumping in time with her mouth.

The sensation was so massive that Commander Lynn let go of her hair and had his hands spread like his legs, feeling the pleasure intensely build around his cock as though he was going to cum.