Why Is This #3
Clear oil spilled down over the snow-white hills of her flesh.
The cool, sticky sensation of it crawling across her skin made Semiramis’s hips shudder.
Adonis poured a generous amount over her fully exposed buttocks, then laid his hands upon them. He pressed down with just enough force that the pale flesh dented obscenely beneath his palms. Gathering the lower curves and rolling them upward, he coaxed the hidden folds between them into shy view.
He ached to bury his face there at once and thrust out his tongue. If he hadn’t been determined to coat every last inch of her with oil, he would have done it long ago. There was also the simple pleasure of feeling those now-slick, clinging cheeks mold perfectly to his hands.
“Ah… mmh…….”
Semiramis, arms folded beneath her head as she lay prone, let out a thin moan. Adonis’s palms, spreading the oil as they kneaded her rear, felt unnaturally hot. She wished those fingers—hovering so close to her sex—would hurry and scrape deep inside her dripping flesh. Instead they left her buttocks and traveled down her legs.
Luscious thighs. Slender yet springy calves. Even the spaces between her toes. As her beloved man—her child—traced every part of her lower body, her soft moans began to climb higher.
“Nngh…! It’s definitely… different from usual…….”
“Yeah.”
The oil on her skin caught the light and gleamed, making her look even more elastic—like meat glazed for roasting. The sight left any watching male ravenous. Adonis certainly felt it. After coating every crevice of her feet, he began to tickle the smooth soles slowly.
“Relax your whole body and just take it. You’ll be fine then.”
She wondered why he was suddenly teasing her like this, yet she closed her eyes and went limp as ordered. Strangely, the ticklish feeling gradually turned sweet—less like tickling and more like careful caresses. Semiramis felt the sensation climb her legs, teasing her sex and lower belly. She yearned for Adonis’s cock—surely standing rigid even now—to fill her, for that thick glans to kiss her womb.
“Adonis… are we… still not finished…?”
“An oil massage is meant to be savored slowly. Just a little longer.”
Her pleading voice stoked his lust, yet he held out. He intended to wait until the female body on the bed was completely ripe.
Once the lower half was done, his hands moved to her waist. The instant he touched that waist—stronger and springier than any animal’s—he almost imagined his fingers bouncing off. He took the oil bottle again, poured it along her back, and began to spread it evenly over that perfectly muscled, endlessly alluring expanse.
He stared for a moment at the glistening body, then brushed a finger against the breast that had spilled sideways. So full were they that even lying face-down they squashed softly outward. It was Semiramis’s body, yet it was also his. That ownership both sated and sharpened his greedy hunger.
“Mmh…! Are you… finally going to do it?”
“Not yet. I haven’t done the front. But just a second… just a second…….”
“Mmm……. Touch me as much as you like. Whenever, wherever, for as long as you want…….”
She turned her head and smiled. Overcome, Adonis dug harder into the crushed breast. When his fingers slipped beneath the soft weight, a cry of pleasure spilled from her lips.
“Ah—?! If you pinch so suddenly…!”
The light tweak of her nipple made her sex spurt with a wet sound, as if she had finally wet herself after holding it in forever. Adonis watched the spreading puddle between her thighs with sharp eyes, then carefully rolled her onto her back.
“Haa… haa……. I never imagined… I’d climax so suddenly.”
Her cheeks burned from the abrupt peak; her breath came in ragged gasps. The steep rise and fall of her chest showed how hard she was fighting for air.
“Feels different from usual, doesn’t it?”
“Haa…! Different… yes. Whether it’s the oil or not, my body’s more sensitive, and your fingers feel so much heavier. All that effort you put into melting me…….”
“Glad you’re happy. I’ve been working hard.”
Adonis stepped up to her face and presented the fierce erection straining beneath his underwear. Even covered, its outline was clear enough to leave no doubt of its savagery—girth, length, every curve of its shape.
“Mmm… with my nose this close, the smell of your cock is so clear. The thick, fully-aroused scent of a ripe male…♥”
Sniff, sniff. Eyes half-lidded, Semiramis buried her face in his crotch and inhaled like a dog. Hot breath and the ridge of her nose tapped the shaft; Adonis’s cock jumped like a living fish.
“I want to eat it. Adonis. I want to eat your cock. Must I still wait…?”
“Just a little longer.”
He brushed the plea aside without feeling. Her expression crumpled into sorrow—eyes brimming as if tears would fall any second, corners of her mouth and eyes drooping. The sight made him want to yank his underwear down and ram himself between those lips right then. But the goal he wanted was right in front of him, so he forced himself to endure.
He poured oil over her belly and worked it into every fold of skin. His impatience showed more clearly than before; Semiramis saw it and only prayed harder that he would devour her soon.
Rough hands and oil slicked her legs, stroked over the womb that would one day house their child, and finally reached the high, unyielding breasts. Fresh oil splashed across the half-coated mounds; he mauled them with crude strength as he coated them thoroughly.
“Ah, uuh…! Ado… Adonis…!”
When she called his name in sweet distress, the fingers crushing her breasts grew even wilder. Root to tip, bottom to top—meticulously, missing nothing. Overwhelming pleasure arched her feet until her toes pointed at the ceiling; her whole body trembled. At the same time a thin white trickle leaked from her urethra. Sloppy and filthy—and therefore utterly lewd. It poured fuel on the fire already raging in Adonis.
“Haa…….”
He lowered his oil-slick hands and let out a short breath. Strange how a mere sigh sounded like a wild beast’s growl. The same sharpness lived in his eyes; even his lips trembled as he exhaled. His impatience was plain.
Yet the hands that finally stripped away his underwear moved with almost lazy calm—not from real composure, but because excess tension had locked his body. He was also simply overwhelmed by the question of where and how to start eating her.
Blood surged into his cock with a brutal throb; the thick length bobbed up and down of its own accord, looking for all the world like a living creature. Semiramis gazed at the furiously aroused shaft with loving eyes and opened her mouth, pouring every drop of honey into her voice to seduce him.
“Come here, baby. I’m already soaked enough—so hurry and shove it in. Mother is… terribly hungry too.”
“Hoo… hoo…….”
Lying back, she lifted her head slightly, parted her legs, and spread her entrance with her fingers. Adonis climbed onto the bed, breathing hard. The space was not large, yet more than enough for their bodies to overlap.
Eyes bloodshot with effort, he knelt, seized both her ankles, and yanked her hard toward him. Her oil-slick back slid smoothly across the sheets until she was flush against him. He lowered his raised arms, lifted her thighs, and set them over his own. Thigh against thigh; his thick cock came to rest heavily across her lower belly. The hot, weighty pressure tickled her womb and stoked her breeding heat.
Semiramis carefully wrapped the proudly displayed shaft and stroked it slowly up and down. Her slick body rocked with the motion, yet Adonis’s grip on her thighs kept her from slipping away.
“Mmm… I wouldn’t mind if you spilled your seed just like this. What do you think?”
“Of course… that’s fine.”
Her long white fingers twisted wetly around the glans while the other hand stroked the shaft, teasing him with quiet pleasure. The slow, precise targeting of every weak point made him want nothing more than to empty himself at once. Watching his flushed cheeks with satisfaction, she twisted her wrist harder, gently kneaded his balls with one hand, and mercilessly tormented the head with the other.
“Ah… aahh…….”
When she stimulated the hypersensitive urethral opening, Adonis’s face twisted and a moan escaped. The spine-tingling pleasure radiating from there was impossible to suppress—especially under the relentless caress of her slick fingers.
“Ugh?!”
At last his cock could take no more and erupted, flooding her with thick semen far stronger and more abundant than any other male’s. The cloudy fluid gushed like urine, soaking her entire body and even her face.
“Mmh…! To come so much… and waste this precious seed…….”
She gazed sadly at the semen defiling her, then brought her dripping fingers to her mouth. Without hesitation she stuck out her long tongue and began to lick them clean. The lewd red tongue writhing like a snake as it grew filthy looked obscenely vulgar. She sucked so hard that wet smacking sounds filled the air, then gathered the semen from her skin and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing with deliberate relish. The wet, sticky noises sank straight into Adonis’s ears.
The sight of it rekindled the heat that had cooled for a moment after his release. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Adonis gripped the root of his thick cock and pressed the glans to her entrance. The mere touch of a male organ made her folds flutter open in welcome.
“Ha-eung…!”
With a heavy thrust, Adonis’s brutal length speared through her flesh and crushed against the mouth of her womb, wrenching a feverish cry from Semiramis.