Chapter 710: Take It In Your Mouth And Make Proper Mess

"Good girl," he murmured, voice rough. "Now kiss it."

Zeyra pulled back just enough to look up at him. Confusion flickered across her face for half a second... why was he making her suffer through these slow, inexplicable steps when she was already burning from the inside out?... but the trust in her eyes never wavered.

If he told her to walk into a beast tide bare-handed she would do it without blinking. Kissing his cock was nothing.

She leaned in and pressed her soft beautiful lips to the angry, flushed head in a tentative but almost reverent kiss as if she wasn’t kissing a dirty cock but something scared, thinking about it his cock had been inside a real goddess and have fucked her thouroughly.

So did that make the thick, spit-slick length currently receiving Zeyra’s soft, worshipful kisses a sacred object too.

After all, according to half saying he knew that people in this world, treat anything that has briefest contact with a god, something scared.

As temples were built around lesser relics. People knelt for objects that had merely brushed divine skin.

The idea was so ridiculous it almost pulled a snort out of him.

Shaking his head hard, he forcibly discarded the useless spiral of thoughts and focused on Zeyra, as he could already feel her fragrant breath on his sensitive cockhead.

The first contact was light. Almost shy. As her warm mouth slightly parted and the soft flesh of her lips yielded against the hot, velvety skin of the crown. The kiss was careful, lingering, as if she were testing the heat and texture of him against her mouth.

She held there for a heartbeat, breathing him in through her cute little nose, the warm, uneven puffs of her breath washing over the spit-slick head every time she exhaled. The scent unique to him filled her lungs thoroughly. The taste of his unique musk and the faint salt of precum already smeared across her lips.

Sol pulled a wisp of breath and almost forgot to breathe.

The sensitivity at the head of his cock was already razor-sharp from days of restraint. That first soft, wet press of her lips sent a thick pulse of pleasure straight down his cock and into his gut.

Every warm puff of her breath against the glistening skin only heightened it, making the nerves there feel raw and oversensitive in the best possible way.

He had to use every bit of his willpower to keep himself from pushing forward into her mouth too soon.

On the other hand, unaware of his internal struggle, She pulled back just enough to break the seal, then pressed another kiss to the exact same spot... softer this time, lips lingering a fraction longer.

Then another. And another.

Each careful press of her mouth stayed a little longer than the last, as she got more and more familiar with it, the soft flesh of her lips growing wetter, warmer, more deliberate.

Between every kiss her fragrant breath brushed over the glistening skin of his cock in soft, uneven puffs, keeping the sensitive head constantly at edge.

Each successive kiss dragged wave after wave of enjoyment through him.

The head of his cock twitched hard against her lips more than once, constantly producing more and hot precum.

But thankfully the tentative kisses didn’t survive long.

Without waiting for further instruction she began kissing down the thick shaft, lips parting wider, leaving wet, open-mouthed presses along the heavily veined length.

The kisses grew messier by the second as her saliva smeared across the hot skin in shiny streaks.

Her tongue started joining the presses of her mouth in small, hungry licks, tasting the salt and heat of him as she worked her way lower, then back up again, coating more of his cock with every pass.

By the time she worked her way back up to the head, his cock was already glistening, shiny with her spit, the scent of her mouth mixing with his heavy musk of sex in the thick jungle air.

Sol’s head tipped back as the shift from the oversensitive head to the slightly less concentrated but still highly reactive skin of the shaft only spread the enjoyment wider.

Every wet, open-mouthed kiss and every small swipe of her tongue sent fresh pulses of pleasure rolling up his cock.

His fingers curled loosely against her scalp, feeling every small movement of her head.

"Keep going," he groaned with difficulty, as he pushed it in her mouth a bit. "Take it in your mouth and make a proper mess of it."

Zeyra made a cute sound in approval and immediately obeyed.

She opened her mouth wider and took the whole cock head into her mouth and couldn’t help pause with his cock head in her mouth.

This was the first time she had ever done anything like this, and the sensation of his stretching her lips was still new and overwhelming.

But as the taste of his freshly produced precum hit her tongue, something in her snapped, she seemed to understand what she needed to do, as she started licking his cock head broadly in her small cute mouth and started sucking it.

Immediately her cheeks hollowed in and a thin trail of spit immediately leaked from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.

But she didn’t care.

Her hand wrapped around the thick base she couldn’t yet fit, stroking in short, eager pulls while her mouth worked the sensitive crown.

"That’s it," he praised, voice low and rough. "Just like that. Now lick the edge... right under the head. That’s the most sensitive place."

Zeyra’s dark eyes flicked up to his for a second, then she obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue slid to the sensitive ridge on the underside of the crown and began licking in slow, deliberate strokes.

The wet, focused stimulation against that exact band of nerves dragged a low, involuntary groan out of Sol’s chest. She kept at it... licking, tracing, pressing the flat of her tongue along the edge again and again... happy and eager, completely absorbed in the task.