“Sluuurp!”
The sight of her leaning in again, her mouth moving over my length, licking away every drop of my precum as if it were the sweetest nectar, made my cock twitch in response, a fresh surge of arousal pumping through me. Her cheeks flushed a faint pink as she tasted it, her lashes fluttering for just a moment, but her hunger was unmistakable. The desire to drink in every part of me was written on her face. I couldn’t help the reaction that shivered through me as well, a raw need written plainly across my face as her tongue worked me over, coaxing every nerve to life.
“Sluuurp~~… sluuurp~~… sluuurp!…” The sound of her licks filled the quiet space, a lewd rhythm that seemed to amplify with each swipe of her tongue, the way she lavished attention on my swollen, pink tip, flicking her tongue playfully, teasing me with every stroke. Her gaze flickered up at me, those eyes half-lidded, a mix of hunger and mischief as her tongue circled my head, each warm, wet swirl more exquisite than the last. She knew exactly how to drive me mad, how to drag out each second of pleasure until it tightened into something nearly unbearable.
When more precum beaded up, slipping from me in a surge I couldn’t hold back, her reaction was instant. She leaned in, that soft, eager mouth of hers capturing every drop, her tongue flicking upward with slow, savoring licks, a look of satisfaction crossing her face as she tasted me. I felt the throb of my need pulse under her touch, her hand steadying my shaft as her tongue darted out, swirling over me, savoring the taste of my precum as if it were made for her alone.
I stroked her hair, urging her on, feeling her shiver under my hand as she caught the hint, her fingers tightening slightly as her mouth closed around my cock, inch by inch disappearing into that warm, inviting heat.
“Oh god…” I exhaled, barely able to hold back my voice, the sight of my cock sliding into her mouth a vivid thrill. Her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowing as she drew me deeper, her mouth wet and hot, each stroke of her tongue setting me aflame.
Her head began to move in slow, unhurried bobs, a steady rhythm as her fingers stroked along my shaft, squeezing lightly in time with each descent. The sounds were pure bliss—a chorus of slurps and muffled moans, her mouth working over me with focused abandon.
“Hmpff~… sluuurp!… hmpff~~…” The slick, wet noises filled my ears, her cheeks flushed with the effort as she bobbed her head, coating me with her saliva until every inch was slick, sensitive, and throbbing.
“Good… keep going,” I murmured, my fingers threading through her hair, guiding her gently as she fell into the rhythm, her mouth wrapping around me like a vice.
“Sluuuuuurp!” Charybdis obliged, her tongue swirling over the tip in broad, strokes, sending sparks up my spine. I let my hand fall onto her head, fingers threading through her soft, blue hair, and she responded by pressing forward, taking me deeper, her eyes closing as if drinking in every pulse of desire coursing through me.
“Gluuurp~~ gluuurp!” Her sounds grew louder, more frantic, each suck and lick amplifying in urgency as I nodded in encouragement. She released her hold on the base of my shaft and shifted, her hands sliding to grip my thighs, as though trying to anchor herself as she worked to satisfy me. The feeling surged through me, her every slurp driving me closer to losing control.
The pleasure was exquisite, overwhelming; my own breath caught, and I felt my control slipping, my grip on her hair tightening reflexively. With a groan, I gave in, pushing her head down, plunging myself deeper, feeling the warmth of her throat constrict around me. Her eyes squeezed shut momentarily, a hint of discomfort flashing across her face, but I knew Charybdis—her desire was relentless, and the intensity only seemed to thrill her further.
“Hmppff!” She managed, her lips stretched around me, the faintest smile curling even as her breathing grew ragged, her body leaning into the rhythm of my hands guiding her. I felt the build, the inevitable rush as I lost myself to the moment, my release spilling into her, the pulse and heat coursing into her throat.
With a final, ragged breath, I leaned back, panting, watching her as she pulled away slowly, her lips swollen, parting in a satisfied smile. She opened her mouth, letting her pink tongue stretch out, showcasing every drop before she swallowed, locking her gaze with mine. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed.
“Did you like it?” My hand drifted to her cheek, tracing its curve softly, savoring the warmth of her flushed skin. Charybdis’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes twinkling with a kind of contentment, like she’d just savored a delicacy beyond any dish offered at this grand banquet. She nodded, almost dreamily, her face still radiant with satisfaction.
Before I could relish her expression further, a voice cut through the air, calm but edged with something sharper. “It seems neither of you care where you are,” the voice remarked, lilting with quiet amusement.
Unperturbed, I lifted my gaze, having felt her presence lingering nearby for some time now. “You’re here, Astynome,” I said, a faint smirk crossing my lips.
She stood there, arms crossed, her figure wrapped in a delicate white dress that accentuated her every curve without a hint of gaudiness—she was an observer at best, never an important guest at these gatherings. But those sharp blue eyes betrayed something else; they slid down, unable to resist the sight before her, her gaze lingering at the exposed, glistening evidence of our indulgence, my dick. She swallowed, the barest hint of a reaction, but it didn’t escape my notice.
“Something caught your eye?” I asked, a subtle edge in my voice. Her cheeks flushed under my scrutiny, and she shifted, glancing away as if dismissing the notion, ready to slip back into the crowd.
“Nothing.” She made to turn, but before she could take a step, my hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her close. She stumbled, caught off guard, her expression wavering between indignation and curiosity.
“W-What are you doing?” she stammered, her cheeks deepening to a rosy pink.
“Leaving so soon?” I teased, my voice low. Her flushed cheeks told me everything. We had grown closer over these past months, teasing around the edges of what we both knew would happen. While I’d yet to truly claim her, by taking her virginity she had knelt for me many times, her lips eager, her soft mouth learning every inch as she sucked my dick. I let my hand linger, pulling her a step closer.
“Here?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a murmur, her eyes darting around, worried by the close presence of others at the banquet.
“Don’t worry about them,” I assured her with a confident smirk. With a flick of my fingers, a shimmering barrier formed around us, a soft, transparent veil. It wouldn’t block sound completely like the barriers the gods wielded, but it would mask us enough.
Without hesitation, I tugged her closer, guiding her down until her knees hit the floor beside Charybdis, who looked on with a bemused smile. Astynome’s gaze flickered from my face to my dick, her breathing quickening as she knelt there, the warmth of her body so close.
“Don’t be shy now, it’s not your first time and won’t be the last one either,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. She glanced up at me, her blue eyes filled with apprehension and excitement. I brought my hand to her cheek, stroking it gently, my thumb grazing her flushed skin. With my other hand, I guided my still-hard dick toward her lips, grazing the tip against the softness of her mouth. Her lips parted ever so slightly, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of surrender flickering within.
Slowly, I pressed forward, feeling the warmth of her breath as I brushed my length against her trembling lips. She didn’t pull away—instead, she opened her mouth just enough, letting her lips graze the tip, her breath hitching as I played at her lips, teasing her.
“Oh Astynome… ” I groaned in pleasure.
Astynome’s lips parted, delicate yet quite deliberate as they moved over the slick, sensitive flesh of my shaft. Her mouth felt different—softer, more hesitant than Charybdis’s eager hunger—but there was a kind of understated allure in her reluctance, a sweet contrast that made my spine tighten. Each time her lips slid further, they brought a pulse of pleasure, an edge of excitement at her exploration. My cock, still coated with Charybdis’s warm saliva, gleamed between her parted lips, catching the light in a way that only heightened the intensity as Astynome’s mouth enveloped me.