A Flower Hanging on the Tip of a Branch (3)
As Chester and Monia danced, their bodies gradually becoming one, Monia’s dress suddenly slipped free and slid down.
The ties she had fastened alone had come undone; the gown spilled away, baring the smooth flesh that moonlight glided over and the pair of pink nipples that stood out like a single flower caught on the tip of a branch.
“Ah.”
“Ghk!”
Monia’s face flushed scarlet as she hurriedly covered her chest with one arm. Chester made a sound as if he had been stabbed and clapped both hands over his eyes.
They had long grown used to preparing properly and meeting each other naked; that no longer flustered them. But being caught off-guard like this was still something else entirely.
“Ah—ahaha.”
Trying to gather the breasts spilling from the fallen dress, Monia suddenly noticed that Chester was already standing stiff and hard.
“……Your reaction’s gotten faster, hasn’t it? Before, it never rose this quickly.”
“No—sorry. It’s just—well—damn. This is going to sound like an excuse, but my body’s in too good a condition.”
“Heh. Is this another gift of the Grace of the Summit?”
Monia laughed playfully and carefully stroked the rigid length of him; her cheeks burned even hotter.
“It’s so hot.”
Even through the fabric it felt far hotter than usual. The trousers that already strained against Chester’s muscles now trembled as his cock stood fully erect.
“Looks painful.”
Half-lidded eyes watching, she continued the gentle caress, then carefully worked her fingers.
“Mm… huh? How do I…?”
When she tried to pull the trousers down and they resisted, Chester reached to help; she stopped him.
“I want to do it myself!”
Saying so, Monia sank to her knees and struggled to free him.
The sight of a woman like Monia on her knees, working so earnestly to strip him, satisfied something primal in a man. Just watching her kept Chester’s cock standing rigid without any further touch.
“Ah—so that’s how.”
Having figured out the butler’s trousers, she worked them free. The moment they came down, his cock sprang out and slapped her cheek.
“Ow.”
She tilted her head slightly; the shaft bounced free again and smacked wetly against Chester’s stomach.
Monia quietly stroked the cheek that had been struck, then murmured,
“……I never thought I’d feel the need for underwear this way.”
“Yeah. Well. I don’t wear any under the trousers.”
“Don’t start. Those are the kind of underthings that make me think of disease.”
She gazed at the upright cock and thought,
Ah… I’ve heard this scene from my friends so many times. Men supposedly love it…
It was far too late to tell Monia to choose better friends, yet she squeezed every half-remembered conversation for guidance and brought her face closer.
So… like this…
“Monia?”
Chester’s startled call went unheard. She turned her head a little and pressed her face flush against him.
“Ah. Hot.”
The heat felt as if it might scorch her skin, yet she carefully lowered her face, beginning at his balls and slowly inhaling the scent.
“H-hey!”
Chester flustered and tried to pull her face away—
“Chuu.”
“Ugh?!”
—only for the careful kiss she placed on his balls to drain the strength from his arms.
“Heh.”
Feeling his grip go slack, Monia smiled softly and extended her tongue again, licking the sac with delicate care.
From her lovely mouth a pink tongue, glistening with saliva, carefully lapped at the hairy, musky place.
Men say this part hurts a lot, so gently…
Remembering Chester’s own lesson—when fighting sailors, aim here first if things turn dangerous—she licked, then softly nipped with her lips.
“……!”
The most vulnerable, most sensitive place, the one that usually carried only filthy associations, was being licked and caressed by Monia’s tongue and lips.
Her hot tongue left trails of electricity; the saliva she left behind stole body heat and brought a cool shiver. Just as the balls tried to draw up from the chill, she carefully enclosed them in her lips and began to stimulate them with her tongue.
After playing with them for a long while she finally released them and carefully swallowed the thick saliva that had pooled in her mouth.
“Mmm.”
The dense scent of Chester that had mixed into the saliva spread through her.
Savoring it a moment, she next gave his cock a light tug.
The angle shifted from where it had been plastered against his belly, casting deep shadows across her face.
Staring at the thing that seemed ready to fill her entire field of vision, Monia carefully extended her tongue and licked from the root of the shaft all the way to the tip of the glans.
Having pleasured him several times before—having stroked him to completion and drawn out his seed—she knew every weak point by heart.
He liked the underside of the head rubbed hard and rough; when the slippery fluid beaded at the tip, he loved having it smeared and spun in slick circles.
Monia teased every vulnerability she had learned with her body, stimulating him with tongue and hand, then took the head into her mouth.
“Chuuuup.”
And she began to suck the saliva-slick glans the way a baby nurses at its mother’s breast.
“……!”
The sensation of being drawn from deep inside his body made the inside of Chester’s skull go white.
His legs gave way; without thinking he put weight on Monia’s head to steady himself—then, seeing her flinch under the sudden pressure, he hastily yanked his hands away.
“Uwah—s-sorry!”
Monia, brow faintly furrowed from the firm press, kept the cock in her mouth and thought.
“Mmmph…”
“Hey, could you take it out for a second?”
She ignored the request, continuing to think while deliberately letting soft moans vibrate around him.
With the tip of his cock swallowed by her warm mouth and those gentle vibrations traveling through it, Chester felt his legs threaten to buckle again.
“Ah.”
Then—
“I’ve got a good idea.”
She beamed, pulled her mouth free, and a faint regret rose in Chester’s chest.
It must have shown on his face; when he looked a little disappointed she laughed and patted the ground.
“Would you lie down here?”
At her words Chester carefully settled onto the earth as her hands guided him.
Once he was on his back, Monia slid her body between his legs, then planted both hands on either side of his face to support herself.
“Heh. Usually you’re the one looking down at me. Today I get to look down at you.”
She pressed her belly flush against his cock and rolled her hips in small, deliberate motions.
When she leaned in demanding a kiss, Chester answered without hesitation. The thought that her mouth was dirty because she had just been sucking him never even crossed his mind.
He himself had licked and sucked her cunt and then asked for kisses; she had never refused on the grounds of filth. It was the same.
If the other person wanted it, a little hesitation was nothing he could not bear.
“Mm, mmm.”
They tangled tongues stickily, exchanging saliva and feeling. While they kissed, Monia remembered her friends’ stories.
‘He sucked my cunt like a dog in heat and kissed me all over, then after I blew him he said it was dirty and wouldn’t kiss me. What a joke. Women piss from there too, you know? Instantly killed the mood.’
Perhaps because that conversation floated up, an ordinary kiss—something they did often—filled her with quiet joy.
She was already giving her best, yet she poured still more care into the kiss before finally drawing back, pressing a short peck to Chester’s cheek, and sliding her body downward.
At first the cock had been pinned beneath her lower belly; it slipped gradually along her smooth skin until it nestled into a certain place.
A hole?
For a moment he thought it was her entrance, then realized the soft flesh pressing in from both sides and understood exactly where he was.
In truth he could never have mistaken it. He had simply been so enchanted by the yielding softness that his mind had dulled.
As her breasts flattened against his stomach they formed a valley, and into that valley—exactly as if sinking into a woman’s most intimate place—Chester’s cock disappeared.
“Mmm, like this…”
Monia adjusted her breasts, mashing them this way and that; the cock trapped between them rocked with every movement.
“Ah—there it is.”
Still cradling him in her cleavage, she took the tip that poked free at the top into her mouth once more and began to suck with wet little sounds.
Both hands squeezed her breasts tightly around the shaft while mouth and tongue devoted themselves to the head.
The sight of her offering everything she had sent Chester’s climax surging up in an instant; his cock began to twitch as if ready to spill at any second.
“Wanna come?”
She spoke around the cock still in her mouth.
“Yes… come inside me.”
The moment she looked up at him with that bright smile—
“Kh…!!”
—semen erupted from the tip of Chester’s cock like a volcano.
“Mmph! Kuh, cough!”
Even as Monia flailed, startled by the sudden barrage deep in her throat, his cock kept pulsing, pumping more and more.
As if trying to make up for every drop he had ever spilled only on her body and never inside her, he flooded her throat.
How much did he spend? A pool of semen formed in Monia’s mouth; she swam her tongue through it as though tasting every drop.
“Mm… gulp.”
After working her tongue through the thick fluid for a long time she seemed to reach a decision. She squeezed her eyes shut, mixed her own saliva thoroughly with Chester’s dense seed, and carefully swallowed.
She licked every corner of the cock and every recess of her mouth to gather the semen, then pushed the mixture deliberately toward her throat and swallowed.
“Gulp. Mm, gulp.”
A terribly fishy taste and an indescribable smell.
Psychological resistance made it almost impossible, yet she overcame it with love and managed to take down at least a little.
“Gulp, mm, gulp.”
Every time her throat worked, Chester’s cock twitched from the stimulation and more of the seed still lingering deep inside leaked free.
“Haah.”
Having swallowed everything she held, Monia briefly released him, then began to lap the last beads that welled from the tip the way a cat licks a treat.
Only after she had cleaned every drop—
“Hwaaah.”
—did she finally open her tightly sealed lips and let out a long breath of relief.
The way she looked—proud of having taken every last bit—made Chester’s cock, even after one release, rise again as if it had no intention of dying.
“Hehehe. Did you like it?”
“Y-yeah. Thank you.”
“Hehe. I’d love to do it again… but that’ll have to wait for next time.”
With that she rose and toppled backward onto the ground.
The moment Monia lay down, Chester rose and covered her body with his own.
“Come to me.”
She opened both arms wide in welcome, and Chester sank into her soft flesh as if being drawn in, their bodies intertwining once more.