Chapter 34 : Two, won’t, fit…

Smooch, nibble, slurp.

We sat facing each other, lips pressed together.

Luckily, she didn’t seem too concerned about the backdoor.

Though maybe that was just my wishful thinking.

“Mmph…! Gulp, ugh, nghh!”

Yena eagerly passed the fluids from her mouth into mine.

The love juices slid down my throat with a sweet, sticky scent.

Her saliva—fermented in her mouth for minutes—carried her scent far stronger than mine.

Considering how often I’d swallowed mid-kiss, half of it was probably hers anyway.

Since most of it was her spit, the disgust was faint.

Her sticky saliva scratched my throat as it slid down.

The thick viscosity made it feel foreign.

It took several swallows to clear it completely.

And now, my fluids were probably in Yena’s stomach too.

They say sharing saliva is an indirect kiss.

So if Yena swallowed my juices… was that an indirect pussy kiss?

The thought made my chest tighten.

I swallowed the sticky stuff a couple more times after that.

But Yena only licked my lips afterward, not giving me more.

‘Did I… win?’

I signaled my victory with my eyes.

As if something this small could—

“Nghh, slurp, huh, wha—?!”

Was this her way of telling me not to let my guard down?

Her fingers brushed right against my pussy.

A flustered noise escaped me.

After a brief hesitation, I lifted my upper body, giving her easier access.

What’re you gonna do about it?

Seeing no resistance, Yena faltered slightly.

But I was the one in control from the start.

…Anyway.

“Mmm, schlurp, huh? Ah—!”

Without warning, a single middle finger slipped into my already soaked folds.

She stopped after just the first knuckle.

Our lips parted, a thin silver thread of saliva stretching between us before snapping.

“Hahh, warn me before you— ngh!”

“Relax. Why are you so—”

“Ngh… it’s not that easy.”

I buried my face in Yena’s shirt, panting.

The fabric against my lips reminded me—we were still clothed.

‘How do I even take this off…?’

A glimpse of black fabric peeked from behind her back.

‘Panties…?’

They did nothing to cover her pussy.

Useless little things.

I’d thought they were gone, but there they were.

I remembered untying them, but nothing after.

“Yena, haah… d-don’t push deeper!”

“Oops. You tensed up again. I can feel you pulsing.”

“Ngh… don’t care…”

“You know you clench every time you breathe? If I go slow when you relax—”

Chomp—

I bit the nape of her neck to shut her up.

“Ow.”

That was all the reaction I got, even after sinking my teeth in.

Lick, lick.

I soothed the reddening bite mark with my tongue.

Like red ink on white paper.

A strange mix of emotions swelled inside me.

“Slurp, Yena… mwah… j-just keep your finger still! Listen to me…”

“Hehe.”

But my plea was drowned out by her touch.

Her moving finger made it hard to think.

She curled it, scraping my walls, then thrust deeper when I loosened.

Pulling back slightly, she dragged her fingertip over my ridges—scratch, scratch.

My walls clenched around her again.

Relax, her finger teased.

I tried tightening my pussy, but…

Stupidly, it yielded to her again.

Squelch.

Her finger sank in fully.

All I could do was pant against her neck, my mind hazy.

Fireworks burst in my head, thoughts dyed in her colors.

‘Too deep…’

Then a second finger rubbed my entrance.

Like this wasn’t enough.

“Hah… another? T-two won’t… fit…”

“Hey, trust me.”

“Ngh, stop t-talking— ah?!”

A stretch, and my walls parted.

Slowly, her finger pushed in.

A tearing pain, like losing my virginity again.

I thrashed, biting her—but her fingers didn’t stop.

“I-I’m… b-bleeding… ah!”

“You’re fine. No blood. Just… other stuff.”

“Hah, ngh… ugh.”

I hated how calm she was.

But it also reassured me.

Two conflicting feelings as I endured.

Yena’s hand moved to my chest.

Her fingers groped, tender yet possessive.

My breasts yielded to her touch, my pussy gushing wetter.

Enough lubrication for her fingers.

Pain melted into pleasure.

Every circuit in my brain was overloaded.

Against my will, my hips jerked, a lewd cry escaping.

“Ah, right th-there… yes!”

“Heh.”

Then, my fingers accidentally brushed against a pleasurable spot.

Without a hint of shame, I begged for more, pleading to be touched deeper.

Two fingers simultaneously scraped against the wet walls inside.

The tight folds, filled to the brim, caressed the fingers as they moved.

A dangerous glint flickered in Yena’s eyes as they briefly met mine.

By now, none of that mattered anymore.

I surrendered my body to her and pulled her tightly into my embrace.

At the same time, the fingers teasing my depths suddenly stopped moving.

Before I could even register the pause, they began moving again.

This time, the middle finger led, followed closely by the ring finger.

After the ring finger, the middle finger returned, scraping along the sensitive ridges.

The two fingers began ravaging that sweet spot, each moving at their own rhythm.

The speed doubled, and the pleasure surged far beyond, overwhelming me.

I worried my body might break from the intensity.

“Ah! Ngh, hah, hng!”

My mind had already shattered long ago.

With Yena’s fingers buried deep inside, my entire body convulsed, trembling uncontrollably.

It was clear the end was near.

It felt as if only she and I existed in this world.

Her sweet voice pierced through my ears.

“Tell me when you’re close.”

“Ah—! I-I’m, ngh, c-close, haah! Ugh?!”

Squelch, schlick, slurp!

It was as if she wanted to devour even my moans.

The moment I obeyed her command and announced my climax, her lips greedily claimed mine.

Our teeth clashed, but neither of us minded.

I opened my mouth wide, swallowing every bit of desire she offered.

It was sticky and wet.

As she sucked on my lips, the sensations between my legs grew even sharper.

Yena showed no signs of fatigue, her fingers never stopping.

Like two snakes, they writhed inside, rubbing against every fold.

A dangerous pleasure washed over me—I felt like I’d been poisoned, my whole body going numb.

Or maybe I’d been paralyzed long ago.

My lips and my core were both under siege.

Realizing that made my head spin.

A strange sensation filled my mind, and she had no intention of letting me go.

As if determined to suck everything out of me, she crashed her lips against mine, smacking hungrily.

Our mixed saliva tangled together before dripping to the floor.

Some slid down her arm, reaching her fingers.

The fluid—half hers, half mine—trailed down her delicate palm.

Finally, the saliva reached her fingers and was instantly thrust back inside me.

Her spit mixed with mine as it entered my core, while her tongue plunged deep into my mouth.

After sucking fiercely on my lower lip, she shoved her tongue even deeper.

Her slick muscle felt larger than before.

I could barely even breathe.

My mouth welcomed its familiar guest, producing more saliva in delight.

My trembling tongue, drunk on bliss, waited obediently for its true master.

But the master bypassed it, heading straight for my throat.

Her tongue filled my mouth before depositing her essence down my gullet.

Like a devout believer receiving holy water, I swallowed eagerly, my eyes glazed with rapture.

Her gaze burned with dominance.

My deeply buried masochistic desires were laid bare.

I looked up at her with pleading eyes, like a whimpering puppy begging for affection.

Only then did my master grant me her touch.

Our tongues sloppily tangled, exchanging pleasure.

Mine trembled, barely enduring the ecstasy.

Hers coiled and rubbed, marking its prey with her scent.

It was clear who was in control.

“Schlurp, mmmph!”

The dual sensations assaulted my brain relentlessly.

I couldn’t tell if her tongue was in my mouth or between my legs—my mind gave up trying.

It almost felt like fingers were thrusting down my throat instead.

Yena violated both holes at once.

When her tongue delved deep into my mouth, I could feel its slippery motions inside my core too.

The electric friction of mucous membranes meeting made my vision flash white.

Her fingers pistoned in and out relentlessly, and the same rhythm echoed in my throat.

The fingers ruthlessly grinding my sweet spot mirrored the ones scraping my inner walls.

Yena’s form began to blur.

A blinding whiteness overtook my vision.

My eyes rolled back as my body went limp.

My hips jerked weakly before collapsing.

My neck twitched briefly, then stilled.

A gush of liquid erupted from my core.