Chapter 595: Bonus - 63: Gold god and Pink Girl: Happy Gold Eyes

The sight of her small hands working him, combined with the slick heat of the lubrication, made Benjamin’s cock harder still.

His cock stiffened to its fullest, the head flushing darker, the veins along the dick standing out more prominently under her working fingers. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and was immediately smoothed down by her thumbs.

She kept rubbing him up and down without pause, both hands moving in alternating strokes now, one following the other so that the sensation never fully left him.

Then, gradually, she lowered her head. Her soft small tongue emerged again and licked across the tip in a slow, wet swipe, tasting the salt of him.

She repeated the motion, circling the sensitive head with the flat of her tongue, gathering more of the fluid that continued to bead there, then licking lower along the underside in a long, deliberate stroke.

In time her mouth opened and the upper portion of his cock disappeared between her lips.

The heat of her was immediate and perfect—wet, tight, and enveloping. Her hands continued to work the lower half of the penis in short, firm strokes while her mouth sealed around the head and began to move in shallow, wet bobbing motions, taking a little more with each descent.

Benjamin’s breath grew more labored. His hands fisted lightly in the sheets.

The wet heat of her mouth, the tight circle of her lips, the steady pumping of her small hands—all of it layered until the pressure at the base of his spine became almost unbearable.

He felt himself beginning to pulse and twitch against her tongue, the first clear warning.

Vaelora felt it too, and without hesitation she pushed farther down, taking more of him, then more still, adjusting the angle of her head until the entire length of his cock was buried in the narrow heat of her throat.

She swallowed around him once, the constriction tight and rhythmic, and held there.

In the next moment the climax took him.

Thick, warm pulses of semen pumped from him in heavy spurts, flooding her throat and sliding downward into her stomach as she held him deeply, swallowing steadily through every wave, the muscles of her throat working around him until the last of it had been taken.

She pulled her mouth free with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva and residual semen connected her lower lip to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke.

Vaelora swallowed what remained in her mouth in one visible motion of her throat, then leaned down again without speaking.

Her tongue extended and began to clean him with careful, thorough strokes—first along the insides of his thighs where a few stray drops had landed, licking the warm skin clean, then higher across the crease where thigh met hip.

She moved upward next, tongue tracing the soft plane of his stomach, gathering every trace, before continuing to his chest, leaving a glistening path of saliva in her wake.

"Wh-What the hell, Vae?" Benjamin muttered, dazed, his voice rough from the intensity of his release. "Did you go for some training or something?"

She did not answer. She simply continued the slow, deliberate cleaning, golden eyes lifted to his face the entire time. The gaze was nearly emotionless in its calm, yet unmistakably happy—soft at the corners, quietly satisfied.

Benjamin watched her for a long moment, then smiled. He reached down and helped her the rest of the way out of the gown, easing the near-transparent fabric past her hips and completely off until she was bare before him.

He guided her body to lie back against the mattress, pink hair spreading across the sheets, translucent wings half-open beneath her.

His hands settled on her knees and gently spread her legs apart.

What he found between them was already wet and twitching.

Her vagina glistened openly, the soft pink folds slightly parted and slick with arousal, the small entrance flexing in tiny involuntary contractions that made a faint wet sound each time they tightened.

It looked eager and ready, the kind of readiness that needed no further preparation.

"Well," he said quietly, "let me do as I promised, okay?"

He took him cock in hand—still half-hard and wet from her mouth—and began to run the head along her. The broad mushroom tip pressed against the entrance as if it meant to push inside at once, then retreated, sliding upward instead to part her folds.

He dragged it slowly through the slickness, coating himself further, then brought it back down to tap lightly against the sensitive entrance in short, deliberate beats.

Each soft impact sent a small jolt through her; each retreat left her clenching around nothing. He repeated the motion—press, retreat, part the folds, beat lightly—until her hips began to shift in tiny searching movements and the wet sounds grew louder.

Only then did he push the tip inside.

The small entrance gave under the pressure, stretching gradually around the thicker head.

He felt the tight ring of muscle yield millimeter by millimeter, the heat of her closing around him in a silken, wet grip that was almost too narrow.

For her the sensation was a slow, filling stretch—an intimate pressure that opened her from the inside, the blunt head advancing and forcing the soft walls to accommodate.

For him it was intense heat and resistance at once; the entrance clung to every contour of the tip, fluttering and adjusting, the slickness easing the way even as the tightness made each fraction of progress feel deliberate and significant.

He continued the slow push until the head was fully past the entrance and the first length of penis began to sink deeper.

Her walls wrapped around him in successive layers of soft, wet flesh, hugging the shape of him, the inner muscles giving small involuntary squeezes as if testing the intrusion.

When he was at last fully seated, the base of his cock pressed flush against her and the head rested deep, he glanced up at her face with a smile—

—but immediately flinched in shock.

"Wait, Vae, why are you crying?!"

Tears were pouring freely from her golden eyes.

She stared down at the place where their bodies joined, at the visible stretch of her around him, and the tears kept coming.

Still fully connected, she rose up from the mattress and embraced him, arms locking tightly around his shoulders.

More tears fell against his skin. At the same time fresh arousal slipped from her, coating the base of his cock and the tops of his thighs in warm, slick rivulets.

"I... I love you... I love you... I love you so much...!" she mumbled against his neck, the words broken by quiet sobs.

Her hips gave a small, instinctive twist, stirring him inside her, the movement making the tight walls drag along his shaft. "Finally, my desire... I am overcome... with happiness. I should not feel this... way...?

Benjamin’s tension eased as understanding settled. She was not in pain. She was simply overwhelmed.

"Haha. You sure are weird, Vae."

He kissed her. The kiss was immediately slippery and wet—mouths open, tongues sliding together in a slow, heated tangle, the taste of her tears mixing with the residual sweetness of earlier.