Chapter 709: Sniff It

Her dark eyes were almost black with hunger, lips swollen and shiny, chest rising and falling in sharp pulls.

"Sol—" she spoke in barely audible sound, her voice ragged and husky.

He cut her off with another brief, claiming kiss, then spoke against her mouth.

Zeyra’s hands immediately went to the front of his trousers, fingers already tugging at the leather cord with frantic urgency.

Sol caught both wrists and pinned them lightly against her own thighs, stopping her. Confusion and questions flashed across her face... deeply mixed with a fresh, almost painful spike of need.

"Not yet," he said. His usually crimson eyes had gone dark with thick, heavy lust. "Let’s try something different."

"Kyu-uu?!"

Zeyra made a cute confused squeal, as she was barely able to contain her hunger but she didn’t complain and continued to look at him with confusion.

Sol stepped back just far enough to put space between them, then nodded toward the thick moss at his feet.

"Sit."

Zeyra dropped to her knees so fast it was almost a fall. The hunger in her eyes burned like open flame.

She looked up at him from the forest floor, lips parted, waiting, completely ready to take whatever he gave her.

Looking at her being so docile and obedient despite her earlier feral behaviour, Sol couldn’t help reaching out and pat the top of her head the same way someone might pet a cute, dangerous little animal.

Zeyra immediately leaned into the touch like a cat, eyes half-lidding as she nuzzled against his palm, a soft, almost unconscious sound of pleasure leaving her throat at the simple contact.

But obviously, it was not Sol’s goal, looking at her from above, his hand slid down from her hair, feeling her soft cheeks, and finally stopping on her open lips.

He stroked his thumb once across her lower lip slowly feeling the residual wetness left behind from their frantic kiss.

Sol dragged the pad of his thumb along the soft curve, feeling the way her lip yielded under the pressure, then pressed just hard enough to part it slightly.

Zeyra’s mouth opened almost instinctively as her tongue flicked out almost unconsciously, licking his fingers and tasting the unique taste of his skin.

"Free it." he ordered, as he stepped in closer until the bulging crotch of his trousers was almost brushing her face. The thick outline of his cock strained hard against the fabric, already damp at the tip where precum had soaked through.

The heat of him radiated against her cheeks. The rich, deep musk of his arousal was so close that she could almost taste it on every inhale.

Zeyra understood immediately.

She nodded eagerly, the motion making the cute tip of her nose brush directly against the wet, bulging front of his trousers. A faint smear of precum transferred onto her skin. She didn’t pull back. In fact, she didn’t even seem to notice. If anything, the contact only made her lean in harder, nuzzling the thick shape of him through the fabric for a greedy half-second before her hands flew to the cord at his waist.

The knot came undone in seconds under her frantic fingers.

She yanked his trousers down with zero finesse... shoving the fabric past his hips in one rough, impatient pull. His cock sprang free immediately: thick, angry, flushed dark with need, the heavy length already glistening at the tip.

Because her face was pressed so close, the rigid shaft swung forward and smacked lightly against the bridge of her nose with a soft, filthy little sound.

But Zeyra didn’t flinch. The hot, velvety skin of his cock dragged across her cheek as it settled.

She didn’t even dare to blink. She simply stayed there on her knees and looked up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes that were completely at odds with the hunger burning behind them. The silent question was clear: What do you want me to do next?

A thin bead of precum already glistened at the slit. The rich, deep musk of him rose thick in the humid air between them, mixed with the scent of forest and the residual heat of their frantic kiss.

Sol looked down at her and felt a dark, primal satisfaction roll through his gut.

"Sniff it," he ordered quietly. "Deep."

Zeyra obeyed without hesitation.

She leaned in until the cute little tip of her nose pressed flush against the thick, hot cock. Then she inhaled....long, slow, and greedy. The rich deep musk flooded her senses.

Pheromones, salt, the deep masculine scent that was purely Sol sank straight into her brain and lit every nerve on fire.

Her eyelids fluttered. A soft, almost broken sound left her throat as she dragged another deep breath through her nose, pressing closer, nuzzling the thick shaft like she was trying to drown in it.

She sniffed it deeply like it was some heavenly scent, which seemed it was kinda for her, as she sniffed again, and again, the tip of her nose sliding lightly along the underside as if she could never get enough of the scent.

It was better than anything she had ever breathed. The deeper she inhaled, the hungrier she became. No matter how many times she filled her lungs with him, it wasn’t enough.

It was intoxicating in a way that went beyond simple arousal... thick, primal, and addictive.

Her thighs pressed together on the moss. Fresh wetness gathered between them. She kept sniffing, in an almost worshipful way, rubbing the tip of her nose up and down the rigid length like she was trying to brand the scent into her memory forever.

Sol watched her with soul deep satisfaction.

This was the exact image that lived in the filthiest corners of his mind... a beautiful girl on her knees in the dirt, face pressed to his cock, inhaling him like he was the only air left in the world. The sight was pure filth and pure fantasy at the same time.

He doubted there was a single guy back on Earth... especially any who had consumed enough "educational" content... who wouldn’t have been rock-hard and throbbing at the visual.

The spiritual satisfaction of it hit almost as hard as the physical. His cock twitched hard against her cheek, leaving a faint smear of precum across her skin.