Ep. 118: Taming Kernax
Clank. Clank.
Back in her room with Kernax, the first thing I do is help her remove the armor she's wearing and hang it on the rack. Kernax quietly yields her body wherever my hands go, making it easier for me to undo the joints, as if she's used to this. Thanks to her, the job's done in no time.
"Pfft."
"...W-what? Is something weird?"
I let out a little chuckle, and Kernax's cheeks flush red as she steps back slightly.
"Nah, just... it hit me funny all of a sudden."
I hadn't noticed when she was covered head to toe in armor, but once I strip off that heavy iron shell, there's Kernax standing there in the somewhat peculiar getup of the stockings I gave her, pieced together in parts. With her pale skin, arms, legs, and torso wrapped in the stockings I'd given her, I have to admit it was kinda funny. If it weren't for Kernax being such a stunning beauty with a flawless figure, it'd be even more ridiculous. If it were anyone else dressed like that, I might've burst out laughing hard.
I approach Kernax, who's blushing at my laughter and fidgeting with her fingers, and start peeling off the stockings from her arms and torso.
"Sniff sniff."
"Smith...?"
I press my nose to her nape and underarms, inhaling her scent. A faint tangy sweat mixes subtly with the minty aroma unique to Kernax's body, wafting into my nostrils.
"Sweat smell."
"Ugh...!! Th-that's... unavoidable..."
Kernax's face turns even redder. But she doesn't push me away as I nuzzle close, nostrils flaring.
I gently stroke her firm, sweat-glistened abs and pull her slender waist into a light embrace.
Thump!! Thump!!
Strong heartbeats transmit from her back to my palm. I nibble her earlobe softly.
"Eut..."
"Wanna just do it right now like this?"
I whisper in her ear, and I feel her waist twitch and tremble.
"Sh... at least a shower first..."
Truth be told, her sweat has this sneaky addictiveness, so I wouldn't mind going at it right here. But tonight's about comforting Kernax, so I'll go along with whatever she wants. I slide my hand down her back and unhook her bra. The bra hits the floor with a surprisingly heavy thunk! for underwear.
To feel her breasts now freed from the bra, I press my body against hers again. Soft pressure against my chest, and something slightly hard poking my pecs.
"Kernax."
"This is... um..."
I just say her name, but she seems to know what I mean, mumbling words frantically—though it's such a mess I can't make out a thing.
I just hug her, savoring the delightful pressure and softness unique to full, ripe tits, plus the trio completed by her stiff, erect nipples. After enjoying it plenty, I gently release her.
Her face is flushed solid from the neck down and her earlobes, and as I pull away, her plump breasts jiggle up and down a bit, giving my eyes a nice treat.
"Gonna wash up? Gotta take those off down there too."
"...I can do it myself."
"Tsk. Let me."
"A-alright..."
Back in Molingta, I'd done this often and she wasn't so shy, but like Siron, Kernax seems to have lost all her tolerance after just a few days apart.
Anyway, to remove the stockings and panties—same design as the ones I gave Siron, already soaked dark with her juices—I place my hands on her hips and bend down.
Sliiide.
No trouble; I pull down, and the panties and stockings hooked on my thumbs slide smoothly off. Squelch. As the panties drop past her thighs, the fabric clinging to her pussy from her arousal makes a lewd sound and plops free.
Once the panties are off, a hot wave of heat hits me, along with that distinct slutty scent of an aroused woman flooding my nose.
I loosely drape the panties and stockings around her calves, then—long time no see—stick out my tongue for a quick lick of her plump pussy lips.
"Haang...!!"
Drip drip.
Just one lick of her neatly tucked pussy, and her hips buck back, her folds pulsing wide as sticky juices gush out.
Even Siron, after ten days apart, didn't react this intensely. And she hasn't even cum yet, but she's flooding like this—if I shoved my dick in, she'd probably dehydrate and collapse after a few rounds.
Can't have that. I grab her head like a support as she pants with her waist half-bent, and pull the panties and stockings the rest of the way down.
"Left foot up. Good. Now right."
I yank them off in a flash, separate them roughly, toss them on the sofa, and stand up.
Kernax, head down in embarrassment, fidgets with her fingers, sneaking glances at me.
I rub her golden pubic hair—much thicker now than before—with my palm and say,
"Go wash up in the bathroom first."
"Ah, uht... Got it..."
I pull my hand away gently, and she shivers briefly before quietly heading to the bathroom, passing me.
I glance over; with every step, her luscious ass jiggles, and transparent, sticky juices plip plop onto the floor, leaving a trail.
After she enters the bathroom, I step out briefly and head downstairs. The maids are bustling with trays of food—looks like the soldiers are still partying outside.
"Need anything, sir?"
A maid with empty hands spots me and approaches quickly.
"Not really—just bring a bunch of water bottles."
"Water bottles... Understood. To which room?"
"Lady Kernax's room, please."
"Right away."
The maid vanishes inside quickly, and I return to Kernax's room. Soon, a knock comes. I open the door.
"If you need more, just say."
Somehow she's wheeled up a cart loaded with chilled water bottles, cold mist wafting off them.
"Nah, this is plenty."
"Call if you need anything else."
She bows politely and leaves. I pull the cart inside, close the door.
"That about does prep."
About three days. Short, but unlike the mindless fucking before, I'd held back, kept my head, and swung my hips with focus—learned a ton. Tonight, I'll use it all, fill her up tight with interest for the time apart.
I strip naked quick and head to the bathroom.
Steamy!
Steam billows as I enter, half-obscuring my view. Two water sounds: shower running, and tub filling.
Just stepping in has my cock half-rising, stiffening fast.
"Smith..."
Following the rough water noise, I find Kernax after a few steps, soaked in hot water. Her golden hair clings neatly, swept back over her shoulders; her pussy hair, messy from arousal, now tidier from the soak.
I approach slowly, stand behind her. Hug her waist, slide my cock pillar between her plump ass cheeks, hands stroking her abs then grabbing her heavy, slightly sagging tits.
"Nng... Haa, Smith..."
She pushes her ass back more, turns her head slightly. I lean in for a kiss—first in ages—on her lips.
"Haa..."
Short peck, but she exhales hot, melts her waist back further, rests her head on my shoulder, blissful.
I gaze into her blue eyes, hungry for more kisses, pinch her rock-hard nipple between my fingers, twist gently.
"Eut, haang, uuk."
She takes my touch without resistance, starting to leak soft, lewd moans.
"Smith... Haa... Haang, nng, eut..."
Her hands wrap my neck meekly, pulls my face close, presses her lips to mine.
"Mng, nng, chup, churrup, nnght."
Her tongue explores every corner of my mouth, coils my tongue, drags it into hers, sucks passionately with saliva. Smack, chup, slurp. Lewd sounds drown out the water.
Each nipple twist sends hot liquid splattering my thighs and feet.
"Puha... Haa, haaang, haeut..."
Thirsty for my saliva, she breaks briefly to gasp deep. My hands keep teasing her tits and nipples relentlessly.
"Smith, eut... S-stop now..."
"Nope."
"Huuuk...!!"
Just whispering refusal in her ear arches her back. Her maso side's ramped up big time while apart.
"First round tonight's on the bed for sure. Bathroom's just for washing. Got it?"
"A-alright... Eut."
She nods, drool at her lips. She's clearly at her limit holding back. If she weren't such a maso, she'd probably tackle me and go wild by now.
Truth is, the steamy heat's got my head spinning too, so I pull my cock from her ass crack. In that short time, precum's made her cleft all slick and sticky.
"Tub time?"
"...Yeah."
I enter the tub with her still in my arms, sitting with her ass between my legs, back against me—familiar pose. Hot water loosens inhibitions more, so I pull my hands off her entirely.
Instead, she grinds her ass on my dick herself, presses her back to my chest. Probably her best attempt at seduction.
But like I said, no sex here, so my awkward hands stroke her wet hair instead.
"Body holding up okay?"
"...If you're curious, feel every inch."
She grinds my cock harder. Her floating tits taunt me guiltily. Wanna grab those stiff nipples and shake 'em, but I hold back. She's hornier than I thought—needs calming.
"Kernax."
"...?"
"We're together all night. No need to rush."
"Th-that...!!"
She glances back, trembles at my words, faces front. Awkward silence.
"...Sorry."
"It's fine. Happens. Siron was the same."
"Kng..."
She groans shortly, dissatisfied—probably reflecting on acting like Siron.
Proof: her grinding stops. I stop petting her head, hug her waist.
She sighs softly, leans into me more naturally.
"Smith."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Thanks to what you made, the soldiers made it back safe. As their leader, I mean it—truly grateful."
Her hand overlays mine on her waist.
"Without you, we'd have gone with the plan minimizing casualties. But your inventions let us return without a single straggler. Really, thank you."
Her calm gaze, blue eyes shining straight—hard to believe she was cock-hunting moments ago.
I relax at her sincerity, feel bashful, kiss her forehead lightly.
She smiles softly, leans back again. We soak quietly, sharing body heat awhile.
"Um... Smith?"
After long with hands overlapped on my knuckles, she glances slyly.
"Think we can... head out now? What do you say?"
Her pent-up lust's bubbling up again. Me too—patience thinning—so I nod quietly.
"Ah... Ahem!!"
She brightens obviously, then fakes composure with a cough.
"But Kernax."
"Wh-what?"
She answers awkwardly. I nuzzle her nape, slide my waist-hugging hand lower.
"S-Smith?"
"This bush."
I tug her thick pubes gently; she panics visibly. Rubbing them, I press the hidden clit beneath.
"Wanna tidy it up a bit."
"I-I'll... do it... Hng...!!"
"Wanna do it for you."
"Th-that's... Ah, no matter wha-hngt... I'll do it myself..."
She shakes her head desperately, refusing flat-out. But I really wanna try this, so no backing down. Only she and Amelia have bush—can't risk sis's backlash. Gotta convince her here.
I grip the pubes hard, tug, nibble her nape.
"Haet?!"
She jolts, back arching like a bow. I lick the bite, whisper in her ear.
"Can't... really, sis?"
"Th-that's!!"
"Sis."
"Ah, aaht..."
Her shaking head stops. I release the hair, rub her plump lips, ask again.
"You'll let me... right, sis?"
Twitch twitch.
Right at "sis," her pussy spasms under my hand.
"Sis."
Her back shudders. I lick her earlobe, ask once more.
"...If you... want it..."
Got her permission.