Chapter 204: Himejima Akeno's Special Training (Part 2)
Haruto first took Akeno's delicate and adorable clitoris into his mouth, twining around it and gently nibbling.
A soft, shuddering gasp escaped Akeno's lips, her back arching off the surface beneath her. The initial contact was a lightning bolt of pure sensation, a direct and intimate connection that shattered any lingering thoughts of anything but the man between her legs and the exquisite torment he was orchestrating.
Then he wildly licked the girl's incredibly soft, snow-white mound before his tongue slipped into her moist, crimson slit...
The flat of his tongue painted broad, wet strokes against her soft flesh, a prelude to the deeper invasion to come. He could feel the fine tremors running through her thighs, a testament to the sensitivity he was stoking into a blazing fire. The air grew thick with the intimate, musky scent of her arousal, a perfume that drove his own hunger to a fever pitch.
His tongue kept plunging deeper, scraping left and right. With each scrape, an endless stream of honey gushed forth.
He delved into her very core, his tongue a clever, relentless instrument exploring the silken, hidden folds of her most private self. Each stroke was a promise, each flick a demand for more of her sweet essence, which she gave freely, her body yielding to his mastery.
Haruto tasted it briefly—slightly salty, but fragrant in scent.
"Mmm..."
Akeno panted rapidly, her voice muffled as she tightly gripped Haruto's hair. Her legs hooked firmly around his head while she moaned continuously, shuddering uncontrollably. Another wave of warm fluid surged from the depths of her valley.
Her fingers twisted in his locks, not to pull him away, but to anchor herself as pleasure washed over her in relentless waves. A broken, keening sound was torn from her throat, a raw and unfiltered admission of the ecstasy he was wringing from her very soul.
After being easily brought to a minor climax by Haruto's mouth, the busty beauty with a black ponytail wanted to regain some dignity. She gently pushed his shoulder and said, "Haruto, lie down. I want to be on top."
Her voice was husky, thick with satisfaction and a newfound, daring need. She wanted to see his face, to take control and brand the sensation of him deep inside her on her own terms.
Haruto chuckled and lay flat, allowing Akeno to straddle him.
With one hand on Haruto's chest and the other guiding his thick, lengthy dragon, Akeno adjusted herself a few times before aligning with her glistening honeyed entrance and slowly lowering herself.
The blunt, swollen head of his erection pressed against her slick opening, a tantalizing pressure that made them both hold their breath. The world narrowed to this single, charged point of connection, a threshold about to be permanently crossed.
They moaned almost simultaneously.
Under Haruto's deliberate control, his seventeen-to-eighteen-centimeter, two-to-three-centimeter-diameter dragon—though still substantial—no longer caused Akeno excessive discomfort given her physique.
As the sensitive dragon met the wet, fiery, and slick petals, the ample lubrication allowed it to plunge deep into her flower path like a great ship cleaving through waves.
The rock-hard tip encountered slight resistance, but as Akeno forcefully sat down, the symbol of the girl's purity shattered beneath the dragon's advance.
A sharp, breathy cry was punched from her lungs, her inner walls clenching violently around the sudden, thick intrusion that stretched and filled her beyond anything she had ever imagined. It was a pain that was inextricably woven with pleasure, a sacred surrender that left her feeling profoundly and irrevocably his.
"Ah..."
This slightly abrupt penetration seemed to stimulate Akeno's sensitive bud, causing her inner walls to instantly clamp down. Faint red liquid trickled along the dragon's length.
The girl's tender, soft flower path repeatedly spasmed and relaxed, squeezing the deeply embedded dragon.
Though Haruto had experienced many women, he couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the sensation of Akeno's blossom.
How could it feel this good... Could there truly be such legendary treasures...
The velvety, vise-like grip of her was maddening, a perfect, hot, and silken sheath that seemed designed solely for his pleasure. Each tiny, involuntary spasm from her depths was a fresh torture of bliss, threatening to shatter his control then and there.
Partly to accommodate the newly deflowered girl and partly to avoid embarrassment, Haruto took a deep breath and forcibly restrained his eager hips.
After a moment, Akeno fully adapted to the dragon inside her. Her core and passage began to tingle with anticipation, yearning for more intense friction.
The initial sting had faded, replaced by a deep, throbbing emptiness that ached to be filled, a primal need that demanded movement and friction. The feeling of him lodged so deeply within her was becoming not just comfortable, but addictively necessary.
With a soft moan, she pressed her hands against Haruto's chest and began rocking her hips, sheathing and unsheathing the dragon.
The girl's beautiful eyes lightly closed, peach-blossom cheeks flushed with shyness, as she tenderly savored Haruto's rhythmic thrusts.
Haruto matched her movements, his thick, fiery dragon repeatedly disappearing and reappearing within Akeno's soft, snow-white, and exquisitely beautiful hips.
Watching the pale, swaying curves before him, he lifted his head and took one of her delicate, pink buds—swollen and erect from arousal—into his mouth.
The peak was a hard pebble against his tongue, and he lavished it with attention, sucking and gently nipping, drawing a fresh, sharp cry from the woman above him. The dual sensations—the deep, filling thrusts and the sharp, electric pleasure at her breast—drove her wild.
"Mmph...!"
A spring-like, seductive moan escaped Akeno as her delicate body trembled as if struck by lightning and consumed by fire, unable to suppress her involuntary cries.
The intensely sensitive tips of her jade-like breasts were subjected to scorching, slick friction and coiling stimulation, flushing her cheeks with a rosy hue of bashful allure.
Haruto's enormous dragon plunged with increasing ferocity and roughness into the narrow, tight passage of Akeno's secluded valley within her body.
The fiery dragonhead drove deeper and more violently into the constricted, slender passage of the black-haired, large-breasted beauty, each thrust kissing the very core of her flower before retreating.
"Ah... Mmph... Nn..."
Akeno began to emit melodious, enchanting moans as the dragon ruthlessly and fiercely entered, scraping and rubbing against the walls of her intimate passage.
The tingling pleasure from the narrow, warm, and silky inner walls of her sheath made her quiver lightly, her body writhing continuously in response.
Her hips began to move with a desperate rhythm of their own, meeting his upward thrusts with a frantic downward plunge, the wet, slapping sound of their union filling the air, a lewd and beautiful music that spurred them both on.
"Hiss... Akeno-senpai, how can it feel this incredible down there..."
Overwhelmed by intense stimulation, Haruto praised Akeno's secluded valley while exerting himself forcefully.
Though his goal was dual cultivation, climaxing before the young woman reached her peak would be utterly embarrassing.
To distract himself, he gripped her exaggeratedly full, ample breasts with both hands, kneading and toying with them—sometimes applying pressure, sometimes gentle caresses.
The heavy, soft weight filled his hands perfectly, and he molded them, his thumbs brushing over the taut nipples, feeling her entire body jolt with each pass. The sight of her generous flesh spilling from between his fingers was wildly erotic, a visual feast that matched the physical one.
Akeno, subjected to forceful squeezing and with the dragon plunging deep into her innermost depths, felt her sensitive flower mound pressed and rubbed against her cervical opening. The persistent, tingling, numbing itch made her feel on the verge of erupting.
"Ahh... Ah... Ahhh..."
Akeno cried out loudly, her secluded valley convulsing in intense, rhythmic spasms, clamping tightly around Haruto...
Her climax crashed over her without warning, a seismic event that made her see stars. Her inner walls milked him desperately, a series of frantic, fluttering contractions that greedily sucked at his length, trying to draw the very essence from him.
The young man and woman entwined in passionate intimacy.
Haruto once again admired the seductive, alluring figure of the black-haired, large-breasted beauty.
Akeno's skin was as fair and soft as powdered snow, yet it revealed an enchanting pink hue at her elbows and the soles of her feet.
The young woman's slender waist swayed, forming an exquisitely beautiful curve where it met her pert buttocks. Her snow-white hips were impeccably rounded, while her waist was so slender that two mesmerizing shallow dimples appeared just above the junction of her hips and waist.
Though the moonlight was faint, as devils, their connected forms were visible in minute detail under the soft glow.
The veined, mighty dragon thrust repeatedly into Akeno's pink, tender honey pot, then withdrew like a red-hot iron rod slowly pulled from a forge, its shaft glistening with the dew from the flower valley.
Akeno had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, each wave bringing an ecstatic, near-death pleasure.
Witnessing this intensely erotic scene, Haruto was pushed to his limit.
Spreading the young woman's long, pale, and delicate legs, Haruto gripped her snow-white hips and pressed them downward slightly. "Akeno-senpai, I'm going to go harder..."
Akeno's beautiful eyes grew dazed, her small mouth slightly parted as she let out a soft, whimpering "Mm..."
At this moment, her slender waist arched as if about to break, her snow-white hips raised high, revealing every exquisite detail of her flower's depths in plain view.
Haruto tensed his body, his hands gripping her rounded, pert buttocks tightly, his hips moving like a motor at full power as he began to thrust with frantic, rapid intensity.
He drove into her with a savage, primal rhythm, the force of his impacts rocking her entire body. The sound was raw and wet, a testament to their complete and utter joining. There was no gentleness left, only a consuming, mutual need for release.
Caught off guard by the sudden, whip-like assault, Akeno could only respond with helpless, melodious cries. Her hands barely supported her upper body, but unable to withstand Haruto's fierce impacts, she collapsed weakly against him.
Her full, perky breasts pressed against Haruto's chest, forming two pliable discs, their slightly hardened peaks rubbing against his torso with each of his frantic thrusts.
This forceful assault, with the dragon tightly ensnared and repeatedly squeezed by the blooming passage, brought Haruto to the verge of release. Yet, far from having his fill of the exquisite sensation, he gradually slowed his pace, hoping to temper the impending climax.
But Akeno seemed to have reached that critical juncture, unwilling to yield in the slightest. Her fingers dug firmly into Haruto's shoulders as she pleaded incessantly, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... I need it faster... harder! Mmm..."
The black-haired, ponytailed beauty with ample breasts writhed like a serpent, her honeyed grotto repeatedly sheathing and unsheathing the rock-hard dragon to its limit.
With such a beautiful woman brimming with springtime ardor, how could Haruto possibly refuse?
Haruto once again gripped her springy snow-white buttocks, let out a low growl, and began thrusting rapidly and forcefully.
Akeno's cheeks burned like fire, her enchanting eyes hazy with passion. A mist-like blush spread across her snow-white body.
Her throat released lingering, coquettish murmurs, the words barely forming coherent sentences.
Yet her honeyed passage convulsed in waves, desperately constricting the dragon within, pushing Haruto to the brink of release with an aching tension in his lower back and abdomen.
Seeing that Akeno remained just shy of climax, Haruto gritted his teeth and thrust harder. But his enraged dragon was already beyond control, wildly pistoning within her honeyed depths as he greedily sought that dangerous yet exquisite sensation of bliss.
Finally, the tidal wave of orgasm breached the dam of reason. With a muffled groan at Akeno's delicate cries, Haruto reached his peak.
"Akeno-senpai... hnn..."
Abruptly, Haruto's movements ceased, his hips pressed firmly against the girl's soft floral mound.
Thick, scorching white essence continuously erupted from the dragon's tip, shooting deep into the convulsing, sucking floral heart of the girl in his arms.
He could feel every powerful, pulsing jet as it left him, flooding her deepest sanctuary, each spurt triggering another violent, clutching spasm from her core. The feeling of his hot seed marking her inside was profoundly possessive and satisfying.
Experiencing her first internal release, her sensitive flower palace scalded by the fiery essence, Akeno's delicate body convulsed once more.
She curled up against Haruto's body, her pearl-like toes constantly clenching and unclenching.
Haruto gently held Akeno, softly patting her pink back. As the last drop of essence entered the girl's pure flower palace, a mysterious aura began rising from both their bodies.
After the aftershocks of climax subsided, Akeno slowly opened her dewy eyes, gazing at Haruto with dazed longing as she sought his kiss.
Slurp... slurp...
Only after their deep, passionate kiss ended did the black-haired ponytailed beauty fully regain her senses.
Feeling the changes within her body, Akeno was surprised to discover she had broken through the barrier and stepped into the realm of High-Class Devils.
Moreover, the effects of their first dual cultivation hadn't been fully exhausted - the life energy in her lower abdomen continued to constantly increase and purify the magical power within her.