Claiming Kernax
The atmosphere with Kernax is set, and my dick's already rock-hard. I wrap my arms around her waist. Her body stiffens rigidly as she nestles naturally into my embrace.
"Kernax. Look at me."
"......"
Our eyes lock perfectly, no adjustments needed. Each other's breaths ring out crystal clear. Her blue eyes waver as she stares intently at my request. Her pale face is now fully flushed red.
I slowly bring my lips to her face—lost in my arms, waiting only for my words.
"Hmm...."
A light kiss. Her heartbeat pulses through her soft, plump breasts pressed against my chest.
"Kernax. Relax. And slowly open your mouth."
"A-alright...."
I press my lips to her slightly nodding ones again. Once, twice, three times. Light overlaps to ease the tension. Once our lips are slick with saliva, I carefully slip my tongue through the seam.
"Hmm...... Uuung...."
Kernax opens her tightly sealed mouth, accepting my tongue with a light tremble and a nasal moan. I wrap gently around her stiff tongue. Little by little—very little by little—she reacts to my movements, awkwardly entwining in response. Soon, the quiet room fills with sticky tangles of our tongues.
"Haaa......!! Haa... Haaa...."
She pulls away first, breath control failing from her first deep kiss. A thin thread stretches long between our lips. I give her lips a quick lick and gaze into her slightly unfocused eyes.
"You okay?"
"I-I'm... okay. No... not okay. My heart's gonna burst.... Embarrassed to death."
Indeed, her breasts against my chest throb wildly—proof of her deep shame and arousal. Still, as promised before the kiss, she stares straight into my eyes.
"But it felt good, right?"
"......Not sure. My chest tickles, lower belly throbs... but...."
"That's good. Means you're feeling it."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. Ready for the bed?"
I shift my hands to support her back and knees, scooping her up princess-style. My strength's nowhere near hers, but her terrifyingly powerful body feels surprisingly light—easy even for me.
"......Smith."
"Yeah?"
"Being held by you... happy, but as a woman, carried like this... so embarrassing. Complicated...."
"What about it? Lovers do this."
"R-really?"
"Yep. And wrap your arms around my neck."
"L-like this?"
"Perfect."
She carefully loops her hands around my neck per my guidance, settling more stably into my arms.
"......Happy. But Smith... please, not outside. Others seeing... can't keep guard captain dignity...."
"Just us?"
"......"
No words, but the silence screams yes. I grin, carrying her slowly to the bed.
Gently lowering her to the center, I strip lightning-fast. Shirt off, pants and boxers gone—naked in seconds.
"Uhuuum......!!"
Kernax slaps both hands over her panicked face, but cutely, wide gaps between fingers make it pointless—a token cover.
"S-Smith. Don't get me wrong. Never seen another man's... but from subordinates' tools, I know sizes.... Yours is... kinda... way too big."
"That's my pride."
I proudly bob my stiff erection toward her in greeting.
"Well, Kernax. Undress for me?"
"......I'll do it...."
"Nuh-uh. I wanna."
"......Fine."
Face like death by shame, yet she obeys faithfully—so damn lovable. Impulse hits to rip her panties and slam into that pussy.
I hold back, approach her awkward bed-sit, rest hands on shoulders. Gentle strokes to relax, then straight to her shirt. Finish the half-undone buttons, fling it wide. No bra, naturally. Dim light reveals her massive white tits—too full for two hands—pink areolas and perky nipples begging to be sucked.
Can't resist. Pinch those stiff nips.
"Eek―?!"
She shrieks, slapping my hands away. Wrist-shattering shock and pain hit, but I summon every ounce of patience, keep cool.
"S-sorry!! You okay?!"
"Fine. Surprised by the sudden pinch? My bad."
"Ah...... No. Feels way different from solo... Wait. Really okay?"
"Told ya. Hey, Kernax. You masturbate?"
Rubbing my throbbing wrist, I probe the juicy intel. Hot beauty jilling? No way I'm missing.
"I... am a woman. Lust builds—gotta handle it...."
"How?"
"Th-that...."
She starts to answer, freezes, stares hard. After a beat, lips working, she yanks off her pants. No panties—plump pink pussy lips sealed I-tight. Note: unlike Siron's bald smoothness, neat golden bush crowns her mound.
Naked and hesitating, she slowly spreads her legs wide. One hand pries her clamped lips, the other grabs a swollen nipple.
"Like this...."
"Keep going."
"Smith... th-this too embarrassing...."
"Show me."
"Kuh......"
Tears welling at my plea, she slowly moves her hands.
"Haa... Haaah... Eung...!!"
"Kernax. So fucking hot."
"D-don't say that!! Hauk...!!"
Her sealed lips slicken after a few rubs, leaking juices. Now every stroke echoes with lewd, sloppy squelches.
"Hauk, Hak... S-Smith... d-don't look... no more...!!"
She curls tight, shudders, flops sideways on the bed. Siron gushes or pisses wildly; Kernax's the quiet climax type.
"Cumming from masturbation in front of me. Kernax, total perv."
"Th-this... 'cause you wanted to see...."
"Wanted the show, not you blowing it early."
"Th-that... Haoot...?!"
Stroking her plump ass on the collapsed girl draws another cute yelp.
"Kernax. Kneel, ass to me."
"......No mercy, huh."
Grumbling but obedient, she goes doggy, presenting that juicy ass to my face.
I bury my face in her crack, deep inhale.
"Wha-wha-what?!"
"Snuuup~ Haa~ Cheeky ass. Thought I'd let you tease free?"
"Wh-when did I tease... Eek?!"
"Slurp slurp. Minty ass too, Kernax."
"S-Smith?! Th-there... Uheek?!"
No kicks or pushes despite whines—I spread cheeks, kiss and tongue her twitching hole.
Every lap, she quivers desperately. Soon, sticky nectar drips from her pussy, soaking sheets.
Spotting it, I keep rimming, use spreading hands to pry her drooling lips wide.
"Hauk...!! S...mith!!"
"Gonna feel good. Stay still."
"I-I'm fine... st-stop... Uuuk!!"
Squish♥ Finger into her melted slit—back arches bow-like. Insertion alone sends her over? Words fail. I lick ass, hook finger, thrust slow.
Scraping folds, fingertip hits thin membrane—I pull back along walls, sparing her hymen.
"Ugrrrk...!! Oook... Keehik......?!"
Pulling out: countless orgasms? Endgame, pussy clamps—hook drags lips out, splat!—squirts mystery fluid on bed.
Pop. Ten more yanks free my finger. Sheets slick, small puddle forms.
"Hik... Uhuut......♥"
Legs jelly but ass high—good girl. I suck her anus hard.
"S-Smi-shu... Th-that... fe-feels... Oook...!!"
Splash. Golden stream trickles between trembling thighs to sheets. Too intense.
Her face half-buried, ass up—I spank cheeks lightly, stand.
Stamina drained; no Siron-style instant adaptation.
Near her, ball up soaked sheets, toss floor. Roll her trembling body supine.
"Don't look...."
"Hotter that way."
Her half-lidded, wrecked face? Could bust a nut already. Missionary overlap.
No more stim for her panting recovery—stroke ripped abs, pepper forehead, nose, cheeks with kisses, affection pouring.
"Calmed?"
"......Wanna die of shame."
Breath steady, eyes refocus—she covers face, sighs nonstop.
Push hands aside, light lip peck, pull back. Grind my precum-oozing dick on her mound.
"Feel it?"
"......Yeah."
"Gonna fuck you now, Kernax."
"......"
She peeks down where it presses. Sees it reach her navel, gulps, looks up.
"They say first hurts.... Better one thrust. Don't worry, full go fine... Uum...."
First worry flickers in her eyes—I cut her off with a quick kiss.
"One hard thrust. Hurts bad."
"......Fine."
"But pleasure soon. Trust me?"
"......You too good... pr-problem...."
"Wanna see you cum. Go wild."
"......Troublesome lover... Eh―?"
Words die mid-sentence. Blank stare into my eyes, head lifts to pierced pussy, back to me.
"Kissing you."
Seal her lips before she snaps to.