Chapter 136: Debauchery (Part 2)
Ayame clearly felt that with Haruto's actions, her core was beginning to moisten, secreted slickness slowly flowing out, gently lubricating her tight passage.
A shiver, delicate and unwelcome, traced its way up her spine. She tried to clamp her thighs together, a feeble defense against the traitorous warmth blooming deep within her, but his shoulders held them firmly apart.
Haruto continuously played with her delicate toes and beautiful legs, making the girl's passion grow increasingly intense.
His tongue, wicked and knowing, painted hot, wet patterns on the arch of her foot before his lips closed around her big toe. The suction was gentle, yet it sent a jolt of pure lightning straight to her already throbbing core.
The pink-haired, buxom beauty couldn't help but start begging for mercy. "Mmm... Master... please, stop tormenting me."
The words were a lie, and they both knew it. It was not a plea for him to stop, but a desperate, coded cry for him to continue, to move his devastating attention to the one place that ached for him most.
A triumphant smile appeared on Haruto's face. Ayame knew he wanted her to beg like this, yet she couldn't resist the desires of her mature body, using her seductive voice and dazed eyes to plead for his affection.
Haruto stopped his oral attention to Ayame's legs and feet, gazing at the girl lying supine on the bed, bursting with spring passion.
He took a moment to simply drink her in, this vision of debauched beauty. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, each one making her heavy breasts strain against the flimsy silk of her camisole. She was a feast laid out just for him.
Her enchanting body lay soft and pliant against the crimson bedsheets, pink hair splayed out with several strands stuck together by sweat. A silk camisole draped over her slender waist and full bust, while her long legs rested over his shoulders. Beneath the black stockings, her pale, tender feet kept curling and uncurling.
Haruto's deep eyes sparkled with dancing flames as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice. "Ayame-nee, you're so beautiful."
His voice was a physical caress, washing over her and making her skin prickle with anticipation. She felt utterly exposed, utterly possessed, and the feeling was more intoxicating than any wine.
Starting from Ayame's toes, he caressed the smooth stockings, moving from her snow-white, delicate calves to her plump, rounded thighs. The thin silk stockings extended to her upper thighs, and further in, the crevice between her buttocks was already flooded with moisture.
His fingertips skimmed higher, deliberately avoiding the scorching heat at the junction of her thighs, instead tracing the lacy edge of her panties where they bit into the soft flesh of her hips. A soft, frustrated whimper escaped her lips.
Ayame took a deep breath, her silky, alluring eyes widening into almonds. The desire that had been slowly burning her nerves suddenly flared up intensely.
Haruto extended a hand, rubbing back and forth along her slit, bringing a mix of pain and itchiness until the girl cried out with a coquettish voice, "Haruto... hmm?... Master... you're so mean..."
The pressure of his palm against her mound was maddening. Through the soaked fabric, she could feel the outline of his fingers, a promise of the penetration she craved. Her hips gave an involuntary jerk, trying to grind against his hand.
Hearing her own sweet, cloying complaints, Ayame felt they sounded like a lover's plea for affection, and Haruto certainly wouldn't let it slide.
He didn't remove the girl's sexy lace panties but gently pushed the semi-transparent fabric aside. His scorching, angrily erect Dragon pressed against her slick petals.
The feeling of the broad, velvety tip nudging against her, smearing her own slickness over her most sensitive flesh, made her eyes roll back. She was so empty, so ready to be filled.
"So big..."
The sheer size of him, even after all this time, was a thrilling shock. She felt her inner walls flutter, trying to pull him in, a silent, physical plea that was more honest than any words she could muster.
Although she had accommodated the Dragon many times before, every time she saw it, Ayame couldn't help but feel startled.
Haruto wasn't in a hurry to thrust in; he simply rubbed his firm, thick meat rod against Ayame's tender petal flesh, the massive dragon head lodged against the sensitive soft flesh at her entrance. From time to time, he used his fingers to press on the bright red little bean.
He teased her mercilessly, the head of his cock catching on her entrance with every slow, deliberate pass, threatening to breach her but never quite following through. The simultaneous pressure on her clit was a sweet, sharp torture that had her bucking beneath him.
"Hmm... hmm?... hmm?..."
Her moans became a continuous, breathy stream, a wordless song of need. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching, offering herself to him completely. Pride was a distant memory, burned away by this all-consuming fire.
The beautiful girl's fiery lower body was filled with a numbing ache, yet she couldn't find release to ease the discomfort.
Ayame knew Haruto wanted her to keep begging, to invite him deeper. Though she understood she would eventually surrender, under Kasumi's gaze, the girl's pride compelled her to resist until the very end.
"Ah... ah... ahh?..."
She could feel her mother's eyes on her, watching her degradation, her surrender. The shame of it was a fuel that made the flames of her pleasure burn even hotter, a forbidden thrill that coiled tight in her belly.
The pink-haired, big-breasted beauty twisted her back on the bed, writhing in all directions, tangling her corset and the sheets. Her fingers weakly half-curled in front of her mouth, her pearly teeth lightly biting her raised, elegant fingers, while her other hand rested on her chest, kneading her already swollen, snow-white large breasts.
Haruto's hands slid beneath Ayame, from bottom to top, parting her butt crack, gripping her full buttocks with his hands, and thrusting his massive meat rod into her slippery, unbearable Peach Blossom Spring.
There was no more teasing. In one smooth, powerful motion, he sheathed himself fully within her, stretching her to her absolute limit. A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief and ecstasy.
Inside the Flower Path filled with love fluid, all the soft flesh layered upon layer, wrapping around the invader. The sensation of fullness and completeness swept through Ayame's mind.
He was so deep, touching a place inside her that felt like her very soul. The initial stretch gave way to a perfect, throbbing fullness that made her feel whole for the first time since he'd begun his torment.
At the same time, it burned away her last shreds of reason. The beautiful girl uncontrollably swayed her slender waist, craving Haruto's affection.
Ayame threw her head back, her delicate, pale fingers clenching into ten small white jade knots, gripping the sheets tightly.
Haruto pressed Ayame's jade legs, encased in black lace stockings, to either side of her body, forcing her into an embarrassing frog-like position. The inner thighs of her lamb-fat white jade were exposed on the bed, and half of her fragrant buttocks hung off the edge, constantly sliding outward as if actively pressing toward his crotch.
The new angle allowed him to penetrate her even deeper. Each thrust now rubbed directly against a spot that made her see stars, a relentless, perfect friction that had her mewling like a wild thing.
Witnessing how Ayame succumbed beneath Haruto, Kasumi's mature body began to stir once again.
From the chaise lounge, Kasumi watched, her breath hitching. The sight of her daughter being taken so thoroughly, the raw, wet sounds of their joining, the scent of sex filling the air—it was an aphrodisiac she was powerless against.
Her swollen, chafed Flower Valley had mostly healed under the nourishment of life essence and magic. She couldn't help but extend her slender fingers to dig into it, while her other jade hand continuously squeezed her full, snow-white peaks.
Seeing such an alluring scene, Haruto grew immensely excited. While thrusting forcefully, he pulled his captivating, beautiful foster mother to his side.
He needed to taste her, to claim them both. As his hips pistoned into Ayame, he dragged Kasumi close, his mouth finding hers in a hungry, possessive kiss, sharing the taste of her daughter's passion between them.
As he vigorously penetrated her daughter, he kissed her, the intense play nearly making Haruto release inside the girl's tight Flower Valley.
Beneath Haruto, Ayame watched him entwined with her mother, equally stirred with excitement.
The sight of her master kissing her mother, his tongue plundering Kasumi's mouth while his cock plundered her own body, sent a fresh wave of dizzying heat crashing over her. It was wrong, so beautifully wrong.
She kneaded her full breasts with both hands, letting the stiff nipples rub against the inside of her bra, while her legs clad in white lace stockings stretched out to hook around Haruto's lower back.
She pulled him deeper with her heels, meeting his thrusts with a desperate, rising rhythm of her own. "More," her body screamed, "Deeper, harder, please!"
Her beautiful feet were taut and straight, the arches pressed tightly against Haruto's waist, using physical movement to express the desires of her body and mind.
The scorching hot little Haruto moved rapidly in and out of Ayame's Flower Path, grinding against the tender inner walls. The dense honeyed fluids gradually churned into turbid white froth under his continuous thrusting.
The room was filled with the lewd, wet symphony of their coupling—the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and the slick, squelching sounds of his thick cock moving in and out of her drenched cunt.
The pleasure grew increasingly intense, sparks igniting into flames. Ayame felt as if her entire body was set ablaze.
"Ah..." She gently bit her lower lip, her snow-white delicate body flushed with an alluring rosy hue.
The climax was building, a terrifying, wonderful pressure coiling at the base of her spine, tightening with every deep, grinding thrust. She was losing control, her body trembling on the precipice.
Ayame only felt the places Haruto played with become hot and tingling. The sensitive spots he had previously awakened were now crying out with hungry longing.
The beautiful girl couldn't help but pant, pulling his hand to place on her round, firm snow-white breasts.
"Here too..."
She needed his touch everywhere, needed to feel his possession on every inch of her skin. She guided his rough hand to her breast, gasping as he squeezed, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure pounding within her.
Ayame eagerly guided his hand to massage her jade-like breasts. Her erect nipples stood proudly in his palm, continuously circling as he moved in circular motions.
"Let Kasumi help with this part."
He was orchestrating their pleasure, a master conductor of their sin. The command was both a humiliation and a gift, pushing them further into this shared depravity.
Haruto licked and kissed the beautiful girl's earlobe, his murmuring voice like a demon's temptation.
He pushed the naked Kasumi down onto Ayame's body, his own hands wandering over the mature, voluptuous widow's ripe figure. The beautiful girl's desires would be helped by her mother.
Skin met skin. Ayame could feel the soft weight of her mother's breasts against her own, the heat of her body a second brand upon her. Kasumi's scent, mixed with Haruto's and her own, was overwhelming.
When Kasumi reached out to caress Ayame's youthful, vibrant body, the tender flesh within the beautiful girl's pink Flower Valley instantly began to writhe impatiently.
Her mother's touch was different—softer, knowing, and infinitely shameful. When Kasumi's fingers found Ayame's stiff nipples and rolled them, Ayame cried out, her internal muscles clamping down on Haruto's cock in a violent spasm.
Watching the beautiful mother-daughter pair bloom before his eyes, Haruto also quickly thrust his hips, matching the pumping frequency to the fiercely burning desire, rapidly moving in and out of Ayame's body.
"Ahh... so good..."
He was fucking her mind as much as her body, breaking down every last barrier. With her mother's hands on her and his cock inside her, she was completely, utterly theirs.
The pink-haired, large-breasted beauty moaned loudly, her eyes and brows filled with joy, no longer caring about her shyness in front of her mother.
Pleasure triggered spring waters to surge violently, continuously creating slapping sounds where their bodies joined, rippling with the ambiguous atmosphere of lovemaking.
Haruto leaned down to take the rosy nipple into his mouth. When his tongue flicked, pleasure exploded within Ayame, instantly sending her to paradise.
It was the final straw. The combined sensations—the suction on her nipple, her mother's whispered encouragements in her ear, the relentless pounding of his cock against her cervix—sent her flying over the edge. Her world shattered into a million points of blinding white light.
The beautiful girl thought it would end there, but didn't expect Haruto still needed a bit more.
Using the lingering echoes of her climax still reverberating within her, Haruto pinched her trembling flower bud. A strange, unfamiliar heat and numbness surged through her, bringing an even more explosive orgasm.
Just as the first wave began to recede, the sharp, electric pressure on her oversensitive clit sent another, more violent convulsion racking through her. It was too much, an agony of pleasure that had her screaming, her voice raw.
Haruto gradually increased the intensity of his rhythmic thrusts. Several shallow penetrations both satisfied Ayame's need for physical friction and stirred her craving for the scorching Dragon's deeper invasion.
He was playing her body like a fine instrument, drawing out her pleasure until she didn't know where one climax ended and the next began. She was just a vessel for sensation, floating in a sea of bliss.
At this moment, little Haruto delivered a deep thrust precisely, pushing her to the peak of pleasure.
Soon Ayame was submerged by the rising tide of pleasure like floodwaters. She clung tightly to Haruto, her cherry-pink silky hair spilling across the pillow, her snow-white skin flushing with rose-colored blushes, fine sweat beads forming on her small nose tip.
Her body was no longer her own. It was a thing of tremors and convulsions, each one milking his cock, pulling him closer to his own release. She was mindless, reduced to a single, repeating thought: his name.
The large-breasted, long-legged beauty emitted dreamlike moans, her face showing an expression of both discomfort and pleasure.
Little Haruto was tightly wrapped and surrounded by Ayame's Flower Path flesh walls. Every thrust brought indescribable pleasure!
Her cunt was a velvet fist, clenching and grasping him with a desperate, rhythmic hunger. The heat was incredible, the friction perfect. He was close, so close.
The enjoyment showed on Haruto's face as he reveled in the sensation. The Dragon continuously swelled within her tender flesh folds' tight sheath, unable to resist beginning vigorous, deep thrusts.
He lost the rhythm, his control snapping. His thrusts became primal, animalistic, driving into her with a single-minded purpose to plant his seed as deep within her womb as possible.
The sexy young beauty moaned and twisted her slender waist, "Ahh... so good..."
Haruto once again lifted her long, jade-like legs onto his shoulders, his thick, lengthy Dragon parting her fresh, moist petals as he relentlessly pounded into her.
This was the final, most vulnerable position. He was a storm and she was his shore, taking every punishing, wonderful wave of him. The sound of their bodies colliding was a brutal, frantic tempo.
Milky spring nectar continuously splashed from their union, and Ayame's body convulsed under Haruto's full-force thrusts. She clung tightly to him, whispering seductively in his ear, "I love you... Ah, I'm... flying... Ah..."
As he felt her walls begin their final, cataclysmic clenching around him, he buried himself to the hilt, and with a guttural roar, released his hot, thick cum deep inside her. The feeling of his pulsating release triggered her own ultimate, shattering climax, and she screamed his name as she fell apart completely, her body seizing around his in endless, rapturous waves.