Ch.54Heat (4)

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In Sylvia’s eyes, a madness-tinged obsession flickered.

She didn’t even attempt to hide that dark desire, which seemed as dangerous as the terrible curse itself.

Her attitude appeared almost like a declaration.

There’s no turning back. It’s all over now.

A declaration that no one could ever prevent or stop what was about to happen from this moment on.

Ash thought she would throw him onto the bed.

But Sylvia didn’t.

Instead, she kept him pinned against the wall, her expression melting as she slowly exhaled.

Ash had never seen eyes with such clearly visible desire in his entire life.

That’s why he could sense it instinctively.

The fact that from today onward, the relationship between them would change dramatically.

“…That’s right.”

Ash nodded as he spoke.

He slowly raised his free hand and caressed her cheek.

He brushed her disheveled golden hair behind her ear and gazed lovingly at her lips, from which hot breaths of overflowing lust continuously escaped.

“I was the one who suggested it. Miss Sylvia.”

“Ash… you really…”

“…Shall we start with a kiss?”

Sylvia’s answer came not in words but in action.

She placed her hand behind Ash’s head and roughly covered his lips with her own.

Those impudent lips that dared to continue their adorable temptation, driving her mad.

Sylvia wanted to make Ash’s lips emit nothing but heated breaths.

She released his wrist and gripped both his cheeks as if cradling them.

Ash embraced her head with his now-free hand.

Their skin pressed together once more.

Already naked, the two had no need to waste time hurriedly removing clothes, nor any reason to stop this scorching heat that burned their hearts and minds.

As if the wall had become a bed, they pressed hard against each other’s bodies, frantically exploring one another as they rolled against the wall.

A nearby table crashed over with a loud clatter.

Books that had been placed on top spilled everywhere, and the candle on the candlestick fell over, extinguished on the floor.

But neither of them paid any attention.

They didn’t need light.

They were already burning hot enough, sinking deeply into each other.

Was the night driving them mad, or were they driving the night mad?

Such thoughts briefly crossed both their minds, but neither had the luxury or reason to think about such things right now.

“…Haah, Miss Sylvia…”

“Ha… Ash. Ash…”

The two murmured each other’s names repeatedly like beasts that had lost human language.

It could hardly be called communication, but in this moment, that alone was enough.

Though they were only calling each other’s names, they could magically understand what the other was saying, what they both wanted.

Ash barely swallowed that mysterious and overwhelming emotion down his throat, slowly exhaled, and stroked her hair.

Then he slowly placed his hand on Sylvia’s crown and pushed downward.

Of course, Ash’s slender arms couldn’t possibly force Sylvia down.

But Sylvia couldn’t resist his force and slowly knelt down, one knee at a time.

Something intensely powerful, incomparable to physical strength or magic, pressed down on her.

No, it might be more accurate to say she had no intention of resisting from the beginning.

She knelt between Ash’s legs and slowly brought her face toward his body.

The room was dark with the lights out, making it impossible to see anything, but she clearly knew what she was looking for and where she was heading.

At that moment, a hot piece of flesh landed on Sylvia’s face.

“Ah… haah…”

That sweet scent that had faintly emanated from his neck and collarbone now wafted dangerously strong.

Sylvia sighed as she traced that large thing with the tip of her nose.

She was melting.

Her brain, her head, her entire body—it was ecstatic, as if everything would melt away.

Sylvia’s breathing grew increasingly rough.

It sounded as if even breathing was overwhelming, like running up a high mountain.

Ash felt the same way.

“Ha, haah, Sylvia… Miss…”

Ash’s hand, which had been pressing down on Sylvia’s head, relaxed its strength at precisely that position, then slowly wrapped her hair around his palm.

As if taking revenge for how she had crushed his wrist, he firmly twisted her hair, winding it around once, with careful hand movements that ensured she wouldn’t feel pain.

Sylvia could literally feel with her skin that Ash was becoming increasingly excited.

She was rubbing his hardening, stiffening heat against her soft cheek.

Though no request had come from Ash’s mouth, Sylvia slowly answered.

“…Yes.”

And slowly, Sylvia opened her lips.

Ash flinched as he felt hot breath blow over his member.

Sylvia gripped Ash’s buttocks with both hands to steady herself.

Finding it difficult to locate Ash’s tip in the darkness without using her hands, Sylvia slowly extended her tongue to search for his thing.

Her moist tongue first touched the middle part of his shaft, then lazily moved toward the top, leaving her saliva behind. Ash barely suppressed a cry of ecstasy by biting his lip.

Experiencing this stimulation for the first time, Ash flinched and tried to pull his hips back.

But his pelvis was already caught in Sylvia’s hands.

A strength incomparable to how he had pressed down on her head firmly held Ash, preventing him from escaping.

“Ugh… ah,”

“Hau, haah…”

Her mouth—

No one had ever taught them about this.

Neither had read erotic novels.

But both Ash and Sylvia instinctively knew what they should do, what was about to happen, and simultaneously anticipated it.

Sylvia anticipated tasting that intense scent she had been smelling,

And Ash anticipated that soft tongue, which had kissed him many times, warmly enveloping him and licking.

And finally, that moment they had both been anticipating arrived.

“Haumph, umph,”

“Kuh,”

It’s warm.

No, it’s hot.

Sylvia’s hot, soft lips gently took in Ash’s firmly erect volcano.

Unlike her tightly closed lips, the soft and relaxed inside warmly enveloped him.

That alone was enough to make him lose his mind, but the moist, soft tongue continuously licking the front part made his whole body twitch.

Moreover, even her hard teeth that occasionally touched the middle of his shaft felt thrillingly good.

“Ah. Iwut, no. This is too much! Miss Sylvia, stop. Stop,”

Ash leaned his back against the wall to support his body, his legs trembling and convulsing.

It was unbearable.

Whatever this sensation was, it was unbearable.

His mind refused to process it, throwing up its hands and feet.

Unmanageable pleasure ran up Ash’s spine and pierced straight into his head.

His spine tingled with goosebumps.

Ash bent his waist, trying to pull himself out of her mouth.

But Sylvia removed her hands from his buttocks and tightly embraced his waist with both arms.

“Aaugk, ah!”

Naturally, Sylvia’s head went deeper, taking all of Ash into her mouth.

How far in had it gone?

If it hadn’t pierced through her head, it must have gone deep into her throat.

Indeed, her tongue could no longer move much.

There was no more space for anything to move in her filled mouth.

Ash, worried she might choke, gently tugged at her hair, signaling her to let go.

But Sylvia slightly shook her head, refusing Ash’s request.

Instead, she seemed to pull back slightly before taking him even deeper inside.

“Haak!”

At that moment, Ash writhed intensely.

Sylvia didn’t miss that reaction.

Firmly holding Ash’s waist, she slowly moved her head back and forth.

Ash’s mind grew distant from the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time.

He felt like he might faint with each movement of Sylvia’s head.

It felt like pink sugar water was being splashed all over his brain.

The tightly closed lips, the comforting inside of her mouth, and then the throat that tightened again.

These three pleasures thoroughly swept over Ash’s entire shaft, coming and going.

Occasionally, Sylvia would pull out his penis, leaving only the tip, to breathe, inhaling with rough nasal breaths.

The feeling of Sylvia’s breath touching his meat pillar, now wet with her saliva, was also one of the thrilling moments for Ash.

After several minutes of this repeated action, when Sylvia once more swallowed his thing deep into her throat,

Ash threw his head back as if to pierce the sky with his chin.

And instead of continuing to push away Sylvia’s head, he firmly grabbed it and pulled her toward himself.

“Miss Sylvia!”

Ash called her name as he thrust deep into her throat.

In his mind, smashed and melted by the intense pleasure that numbed his reason, there was no longer room for consideration or courtesy.

Rather, as if trying to push even deeper inside, the veins in Ash’s hands bulged with desire and lust as he greedily gripped Sylvia’s head and nape.

That violent demand that had taken over Ash’s body exploded from the swollen glans at the end of his large shaft, mixed with the dizzying pleasure that made his lower body feel like it was melting.

Simultaneously, Ash pushed his hips forward, letting out a bursting moan.

“Haah… aaaah, ugh, huaaah…”

Groaning sounds that seemed like his soul was escaping flowed continuously from Ash’s parted lips along with his exclamations.

The volcano that had finally erupted poured out its sticky white lava in surges.

But Sylvia still didn’t release Ash’s waist.

Rather, she embraced his pushed-forward hips even more tightly.

Her tongue was swimming through the hot, mushy liquid filling her mouth, tasting it.

Sylvia breathed through her nose and swallowed with satisfaction, gulping down the taste and aroma that seemed like a hundredfold concentration of Ash’s scent that already made her dizzy.

Ash bent his waist, embracing Sylvia’s head with his arms while slowly catching his breath.

Only after exhaling more than ten times could he slowly regain his senses.

Ash stroked her head gently and said:

“It feels so good…”

“…Ow,”

“…Hehe, Miss Sylvia too…”

Instead of answering, Sylvia slowly nodded her head up and down.

Ash’s volcano was still standing stiffly in her mouth.

Ash stroked Sylvia’s hair and slowly said:

“You can take it out now.”

Sylvia shook her head.

No, I can’t.

More,

Just a little more.

I haven’t tasted enough yet.

As if trying to squeeze out every last drop, she slowly exhaled through her nose and tightened her throat around Ash’s sex that filled her mouth.

“Ah, not now! Ah, Miss Sylvia! Please!”

Ash begged, but he had no way to stop Sylvia.

Already in the pitch-black darkness, he couldn’t notice, but Ash’s vision kept flickering in time with his flying consciousness.

And surely invisible to Ash, Sylvia too was rolling her eyes back, feeling ecstatic.

Only after Ash climaxed once more did Sylvia slowly extract his hard member from her lips.

Perhaps because it was his first time experiencing such stimulation,

Ash’s pillar, still frighteningly erect, came out of Sylvia’s lips with a “pop” sound.

Simultaneously, Ash collapsed to the floor, his back against the wall, his body limp.

Sylvia kept her lips tightly closed, savoring the residue in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue.

After a long while, Sylvia finally swallowed everything remaining in her mouth along with her saliva and exhaled deeply.

“Phew…”

“…Miss Sylvia… that was too much…”

“…Hmm, did you dislike it?”

“…Do I look like I did?”

In the darkness, Sylvia fumbled and found Ash’s face, gently holding it.

After slowly touching Ash’s eyes, nose, and mouth, Sylvia shook her head and said:

“No,”

“…It was good. The problem is it was too good.”

“Hehe, really?”

“…What about you, Miss Sylvia?”

Sylvia chuckled and said:

“…Bitter and fishy. A strange taste.”

“Then why did you eat it?”

Sylvia slowly approached Ash and said:

“Because it’s delicious.”

“…?”

“Want to know what it tastes like?”

“No.”

Ash said firmly.

Finding his resolute attitude amusing, Sylvia placed one hand on Ash’s chest and embraced his neck with the other, giggling.

“Still, do you want to kiss me?”

“…Yes,”

The two pressed their lips together in the darkness.

Although Sylvia intended to give him just a light kiss with her lips out of consideration for Ash, boldly, Ash was the first to insert his tongue.

Sylvia certainly didn’t reject his consideration.

Of course, it might not be consideration but mere lust, but either way, she wouldn’t refuse Ash’s request.

Sylvia sat on Ash’s lap.

As she did, she felt that hard thing she had just tasted poking between the gap of her buttocks.

It tapped her buttocks greedily, saying it wanted more, wanted to feel her more.

Sylvia found that lewd request so adorable.

Still so hard.

Unlike his docile personality, it was quite a ferocious thing.

Passion, or ardor.

Sylvia too felt the sticky desire flowing from between her legs, loudly claiming it could no longer be endured.

Her lower abdomen squirmed.

The entrance below tingled unbearably.

Sylvia pulled away from Ash’s lips and whispered softly:

“Next… on the bed.”

“…Yes.”

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