Chapter 102: Euphoric Afternoon.(R18)

I’m a seductress; I’m a seductive woman; I can do it.

Amarillys thought to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror Iris had brought out.

There she was, wearing what looked like a strange outfit; she had never seen, much less worn, anything like it before.

According to Iris, it was a semi-transparent, full-body bodysuit, but that wasn’t all.

The bodysuit was only part of the outfit, as it also included what looked like a latex swimsuit and several strap that served no purpose other than to cinch parts of her body—such as her thighs and waist—and there was even a small one around her neck.

She also had some strange latex gloves and high heels that Amarillys had never worn before.

At first, she had a little trouble staying on her feet, but somehow she quickly got used to it.

She looked at herself in the mirror; it was true that she was mostly covered, but the bodysuit was so tight that every curve of her body was all too clear—it was so thin and semi-transparent that the only thing really covering her private parts was the small latex swimsuit.

Seeing herself like that gave her a strange feeling.

"Is this really what my husband likes?"

Powk!

At that moment, she heard a faint sound coming from the door, and it put her on high alert.

She looked at the door nervously and with concern.

Her heart was racing, and insecurity and fear were more present than ever, but despite all those seemingly negative emotions, she didn’t run away or stop what she was doing.

Why?

She really didn’t know; she didn’t understand.

She just wanted to experience again that feeling of warmth and security she’d felt a few days ago.

She couldn’t describe it; she just knew she wanted to be loved by her husband.

Yes, her husband... But who exactly was her husband? Amarillys recalled the previous time.

At that moment, she had to think of her husband while "using" her older sister’s husband, but at some point that simply ceased to matter, and she just knew that he was her husband.

So, in the end, who was the one who gave her his love? Amarillys had been thinking about this for the past few days.

Was it her husband? Or Iris’s? ... She was really confused.

But what she was sure of was that she wanted to feel that sensation again, and perhaps that was where the answer lay.

That included Iris, who had been part of that day, but it was a shame that this time they were both busy and she couldn’t have them both.

Click!

In what seemed to last an eternity, the door finally opened.

Her ears and tails betrayed how she went on high alert.

I’m a seductive woman; I have to seduce him, make him fall at my feet, and win his love.

Amarillys steeled herself once more, and as soon as she saw that it was indeed Astan who had entered, she began running toward him, ready to put into practice everything she’d learned last time and what Iris had just told her...

"Ah!"

’Astan’, seeing Amarillys’s truly aggressive approach, quickly closed the door and positioned himself to catch her and prevent them both from falling.

He wouldn’t repeat the mistake from last time.

Thud!

But he wasn’t the only one learning from his mistakes.

In fact, Amarillys didn’t lunge at him; she stopped at the last moment and came to a complete halt, placing her hand on the wall and pinning Astan against it.

This resulted in Amarillys somehow performing a kabe-don on Astan.

Amarillys remembered that she needed to seduce Astan quickly.

"Honey, I’m in heat today and I want to make lots of babies."

She repeated one of the suggestive lines Iris had given her.

Iris had assured her that this, along with those strange clothes and her dominant, confident attitude, was the ultimate combination.

"Oh, I see you’re very confident, ’Pinky’. But I’m warning you—if you’re not better than last time, I’ll call Stella. After all, she knows how to satisfy me!"

But what she got in return were harsh words.

Still, she didn’t get discouraged, because, despite the harsh words, she noticed something.

It seemed her big sister had been right.

At that moment, Amarillys felt something pressing against her stomach. She moved slightly away from Astan and saw something large that had slipped out of his pants.

Seeing that, Amarillys smiled. She was genuinely happy.

This meant that Astan was genuinely attracted to her and was beginning to be seduced by her.

But when she looked back at his face, she saw that Astan had a serious, judgmental expression, as if warning her that if that was all she had to offer, she wouldn’t be able to seduce him.

Amy didn’t back down. She knew that to show sad would ruin everything, so she maintained her confident demeanor.

She had to show him her seductive side as best she could.

"Dear husband, Amy will show you how much she’s improved."

She reached out her hand to begin caressing him. Her hand, covered in a latex glove, gave Astan a strange sensation.

"Oh!"

But that sensation was quickly overshadowed, as his own member—which was already beginning to release pre-cum—started to lubricate and create more pleasurable friction.

"Dear husband, you’re really big and hard. Just touching you makes Amy feel tingly down there. You’re truly very manly."

She said as she maintained a steady motion, stroking the entire length of Astan, who was slowly releasing more and more milky liquid, enhancing the sensations.

Her hand slowly began to move faster without losing its gentleness. After all, she had discovered for herself that harder didn’t always mean better.

That’s why she always made sure to watch Astan’s expression, to see if anything bothered him, and if he liked something, to try to keep doing it.

Amarillys was learning and adapting in real time—really fast.

She slowly began to get more and more excited, as Astan seemed to be blushing and his breathing grew heavier.

And most importantly for her, he could no longer maintain that serious, dismissive attitude.

She understood that all of these were positive signs, and she wanted to draw even more from them—so that there would be no trace of judgment or harshness, only tenderness and affection directed toward her.

She thought that her hands alone weren’t enough for that, and she suddenly felt the need to stimulate his crotch.

The conclusion she reached was immediate.

In a careful movement, she guided Astan’s member and placed it right beneath her crotch and between her thighs.

This was because she remembered what Iris had said—that every part of her body could be used—so she intuitively squeezed her legs tighter and began to move her own hips.

But after a few movements, Amarillys herself didn’t seem satisfied with just that; she felt she needed more intensity to relieve her own tingling sensation.

So she pulled her latex panties aside.

There was nothing underneath, since the bodysuit had openings for the important parts of the body, and that finally allowed for direct contact.

"Ahh! My dear husband, you’re so hot—I love your heat; it feels so good~mmmngh❤️."

"Ugh! —you’re really hot, too."

Astan couldn’t help but comment when he felt Amarillys’s heat.

The sensation also reminded him that Amarillys had a plump, fleshy pussy, which partially enveloped him.

Faced with these wonderful sensations, he cast aside all his passivity and wrapped his arms around Amarillys’s waist; now, in her heels, she was slightly taller than him.

Amarillys, feeling Astan’s arms wrap around her, was happy and began to move her hips.

Astan’s member was already thoroughly coated in his pre-cum, and she herself was already quite wet.

This made the entire movement fluid and pleasurable for both of them.

Astan’s thick, long member slid through Amarillys’ plump lower lips; Amarillys’ own thighs also contributed to the sensation, providing pressure and, consequently, more stimulation.

"Nnnmh~❤️ that’s it, dear husband, it feels so good, Amy feels so good~❤️."

She, too, began to feel better and better, but she couldn’t describe exactly what she was feeling as Astan’s cock rubbed against her fleshy flower.

She just knew it felt amazing and she wanted more!

But she didn’t have to wait long, since Astan couldn’t seem to stand still; he firmly gripped Amarillys buttocks and began to move his hips, intensifying everything even further.

Slrrrppp! Skkkshhhh... splrrpp

Damp, thick sounds were beginning to become more and more evident,

Amarillys began to feel her legs give way a little, and her high heels weren’t helping at all; inevitably, her weight fell onto Astan, who felt Amarillys’s enormous breasts press against him.

The sensations of heat and pressure were building.

Now both of them, so close to one another, began to feel their hearts racing.

Their breathing grew increasingly ragged and heavy. The pleasure and tension were mounting, and little by little, they were both making their way toward the peak.

Due to the intensity of it all, at some point Amarillys—who continued to move her hips as best she could and, in search of an even better position, unconsciously spread her legs—

She sacrificed a little pressure for comfort and intensity, but that didn’t matter because, without meaning to, she opened up new possibilities.

Astan, who felt Amarillys spread her legs, didn’t hesitate to seize the moment. He crouched slightly, making the angle of his thrusts more vertical.

His goal was obvious...

"AAAhhh!~❤️💕"

Shlk ... schlk...

Amarillys was taken by surprise when she felt Astan’s full length enter her, and when he finally reached her deepest depths, a shiver ran through her body.

Her body tensed. She was wearing heels, but even so, her legs instinctively rose onto their toes, and she looked up at the ceiling as she had a small orgasm.

"Dear husband—Chlup-chlup-chluuurp"

When her body relaxed, she couldn’t help but look at Astan.

Without really thinking about anything, she abruptly grabbed Astan’s hair and, in a commanding manner, pulled him toward her and initiated a rough, intense kiss.

Astan, aroused by that dominant side of Amarillys, squeezed her buttocks even more intensely, while intensifying his own hip movements.

For her part, Amarillys spread her legs even wider and moved her pelvis slightly forward to make things easier.

Since she was now slightly taller than Astan because of her heels—even though they were both standing face-to-face—the position felt comfortable to them.

They both became engrossed in it and let themselves be carried away by the pleasure and sensations, both physical and emotional.

Plssshhh!..plpsshhh sllrrrpp!

They were both becoming rougher, less considerate of each other, and finally, that brought Amy to the peak.

Just as the mounting tension in her lower abdomen seemed unbearable...

"Ughhh! Nngh! ~❤️ Mmpfff ❤️️❤️💕"

Psshht... squish... splish...

Amarillys felt an overwhelming sense of release and ecstasy.

The intense climax caused her entire body to tense up again.

Her muscles contracted involuntarily as her breathing became ragged, and a series of tremors ran through her body.

Inside her pelvis, contractions came one after another in a rhythmic pattern, accompanied by persistent throbs that seemed beyond her control.

This caused her insides to cling to Astan with even greater intensity.

But that didn’t stop the frenzied Astan, who continued his relentless thrusts, further intensifying Amarillys’s state and bringing himself to the brink.

"Mngh!!"

Spurt!! Splurt!...

Finally, Astan couldn’t take it anymore and released his seed deep inside Amarillys.

"Nnghh... hmmmphhhmngh!~💕💕💕"

Amarillys, feeling the very hot, thick, and abundant stream of seed, entered an even more frenzied state, and just as her intense orgasm was ending, another one began, driving her even crazier.

Her moans, which must have echoed throughout the room, were muffled by the intoxicating, passionate kiss that neither of them wanted to break at all.

Overcome by the impulses and sensations they continued to provoke in each other, they both let themselves go, and it seemed as though it would never end.

It was only the first round, but neither held back with the other.

And this was just the beginning of what promised to be a very wild and euphoric afternoon.