MOOD FOR LOVE (8)

Rain is falling outside the window. We returned inside the house like snakes dragging our feet and carefully went up to the second floor. The second-floor room was soundproofed to prevent interference with Bnuel’s thesis work, and the door had a lock on it.

We entered the room as if drunk, our faces flushed red, and Bnuel turned around to lock the door. Since elves used the same locking mechanism as we did, she bent slightly at the waist, presenting her backside to me.

Through her tight skirt, elegant curves and contours were visible, and her delicate shoulders exuded a seductive charm. I couldn’t just sit there staring. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her neck.

“Ah…”

A yearning sigh escaped from Bnuel’s lips. My hands carefully massaged her breasts, and Bnuel’s hands were undoing the buttons. Her neatly fastened clothes fell to the floor, fluttering momentarily.

When I touched her bra with my hands, the rough surface welcomed me with an addictive texture. I lightly tapped her back to undo the hooks, and as her underwear fell to the floor as well, there was Bnuel, bashfully covering her naked upper body while looking at me challengingly.

“Ha…!”

She exhaled again, watching as I buried my face in her chest. Her hands firmly gripped my head, alternately pulling and pushing as if trying to prevent my approach to unknown pleasure. In the midst of her hands moving roughly like rowing oars, I grasped her breasts and gently rolled her firm nipples with my tongue, while inserting my other hand under her skirt.

The stockings she wore were made of soft, thin material, making it feel like touching bare skin. The hand that carefully burrowed between her thighs pushed apart her closed legs, reaching toward the center.

“Mmh…!”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. I stroked her head once and rubbed our lips together again. The fingertips touching her breasts moved as meticulously as rolling beads, and as I pressed softly on her flesh over the stockings, moving my fingers busily up and down, heat rising from her lower abdomen transferred to my fingers, and gasping sounds echoed.

“Ah… Ahh…!”

She made cat-like cute sounds while putting strength in her arms as if to push me away. But she quickly relaxed her strength, grasped my shoulders, and looked at me with a sorrowful face while exhaling through her mouth. My hands undid the buttons of her skirt and pulled down her stockings.

Bare skin and white panties. The panties, already feeling sufficient pleasure through foreplay, revealed the shape of her crevice, tempting me. I unhesitatingly put my hand inside her underwear, and at the soft touch against her pubic hair and crevice, Bnuel also began to undo my pants.

Her hands trembled as she undid my belt and pulled at my underwear. Her body, unaccustomed to pleasure, was clumsily and urgently pulling down my pants as if suffering from a compulsion to give me pleasure.

Her eyes widened. She carefully reached for my lower body and began to move it up and down slightly from the tip. Matching the heavy, soft movement, I also stroked her crevice and inserted my fingers.

“Ah…! Ahh…!”

We were standing facing each other. Each holding the other’s genitals, caressing them. Bnuel’s face turned red, and I too had to grit my teeth while exhaling roughly.

“Haa…! Ah…! Ahh…! Ngh…!”

Bnuel’s hands trembled more violently. Her hand movements, which had been smoothly up and down, moved like a broken doll, darting in different directions before she let go completely and placed her hand on my chest.

“Mmh…! Mmph…! Ha…! Ahh…! Ah…!”

Taking in each moan from her mouth, I continued to focus on caressing her. Her panties became wet, and I could hear the sound of water droplets falling onto her room floor.

Even amid the rain, water was clearly falling in this quiet room. Bnuel was also dripping sweat from her neck as she bowed her head, and her ears had turned red as she watched my hand move.

“Ahh…! Ah…! Aah…!”

The hand she had placed on my chest raised its nails and applied strong pressure. Red marks appeared on my muscles and quickly disappeared, and she twisted her body while moaning.

“Ahh! Aah…! Aaaahh…!”

Her legs trembling, she sank down in front of me. Her legs were shaking, and even her thighs covered by clothes were glistening.

Outside the window, it was raining, and our figures seemed to be distorted like flowing paint, hidden in the gloomy downpour.

We were hiding our heavy breathing in the sound of the rain.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

Bnuel’s face was full of excitement, and also embarrassment. I didn’t want to give her time to rest. I forcibly lifted her body again, then seated her on the desk she used for work. When I pulled down her panties, they dangled around her ankles.

We didn’t engage in trivial conversation. Bnuel was looking at my genitals with a face full of anticipation and excitement, and I was rubbing my lower body in front of her private parts, firmly erect. As I persistently rubbed my shaft up and down her smooth crevice, her fluids thoroughly soaked my body, and she spread herself as if wanting the next step, trying to swallow me.

I firmly grasped her thighs and kissed her. As I pushed my tongue in and unhesitatingly ravaged her mouth, she also pounced like a snake, holding me tightly and intertwining her tongue as if trying to extract mine. As we writhed, taking in each other’s saliva with our eyes closed, my excited body thrust into her deep part.

“Hah…!”

Rain fell. From the distant mountain range, dark clouds endlessly sprinkled rain. We were burying our noise in the rain, diligently moving our hips and having a conversation about love.

“Haa…! Ah…! Ahh…! Mmh…! Hmph…!”

Everything happening now seemed like a first-time experience for Bnuel. With one hand pressed against the desk, she was looking at her own crevice receiving my genitals.

Every time the thick object entered, it spread as if about to tear, and every time I pulled my hips back, it clung as if not wanting to let go – such lewdness.

Shocked to face for the first time that such lewdness existed within her body, she was blinking her eyes and only emitting moans.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Th-this…! Ahh…! Haa…!”

Bnuel embraced me, moving her lips as if trying to say something. I held her tightly and lifted her up from that spot.

“Haah…!”

As a porter, one should be able to lift even the heaviest loads easily. I lifted her body like a load and thrust my hips upward, approaching the window. I stroked her bare skin with one hand and grasped her elastic buttocks with the other.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Hah…! Th-this…! N-never felt…! Ah…! Ngh…! Hmph…! Ah…!”

Every word whispered in my ear was lewd. Taking Bnuel’s body, I became even more excited. The thought that we mustn’t be discovered by Mille had long since flown away, overtaken by excitement. When we reached the window, Bnuel placed her hands on it and presented her backside to me.

Her buttocks, which had been captivating even when clothed, had delicious white flesh that made me even more excited. Every time I thrust my hips deeply, the elastic flesh wobbled and shook, sticking together when wet, then separating.

Her palms and breath left marks on the window, and I accelerated my movements to release the pleasure that had reached my head.

“Haa…! Ah…! Ahh…! Ahh…!”

I didn’t thrust deep. Rather, I used only the front part, shaking my hips forcefully and quickly, making Bnuel lose her mind and her legs shake as the pleasure teased her body to a boil.

“Ah…! D-don’t do that…! M-more, deeper…! Please…! Ah…!”

She pleaded with me earnestly in a sorrowful voice. But I only half-fulfilled her request.

Instead of pushing all the way in, I inserted only halfway, thrusting very slowly and heavily. With weight applied to the genitals themselves, they began to scrape her inner walls, and Bnuel rested her head against the window frame and screamed more roughly.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Th-this…! N-never felt this before…!”

The love she hadn’t realized when giving birth to Mille was now blossoming inside her body. Unable to withstand my movements, she began to shake her hips herself, matching my movements, and I began to thrust deeply, interlocking with her movements like a machine turning.

My shaft thrust into the deep part of her body and traced her entire lower abdomen as it retreated. Every time I drove all the way in, she clenched her hands and let out un-elf-like moans.

“Ahh…! Ah…! Kkh…! Ah…! Aah…!”

Overwhelmed with pleasure, she could barely breathe as I drove her hard.

Matching my hip movements, the explicit sound of flesh colliding resounded, loud enough to overcome the rain noise.

“Hic…! Ah…! Hahh! Ah! Khh…! Uh…! Ah…! Aah…!”

Finally, at her limit, she stood on her tiptoes and clung to the window.

Her voluptuous breasts pressed against the window, and I embraced her waist, pushing her body as much as possible. Lightly stroking her firmly erect clitoris, I thrust my genitals with all my strength.

“Ah…! Aaaaaaaah!”

A beast-like sound burst from Bnuel’s mouth. I wiped away the pouring sweat and looked at Bnuel’s back as she sat down. White semen dripped from between her legs, and her eyes were moist.

Her face was flushed red, and her gaze couldn’t find its focus.

I sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

Rain was falling. Beyond the window, our figures wouldn’t be visible, but we had made love here. When the rain stops and day breaks, no one will know what we did.

Probably.