Chapter 115: Begin the TUNA

Chapter 115: Begin the TUNA Kiran lay before him, a vision of pure desire on the dark, soft bed. Her legs were open wide, an open invitation, and Eren’s gaze went straight to the sight between her pale thighs. He thought it would be different. Given how wild she was, maybe something rough. But what he saw was the opposite. Her pussy was amazing. Unlike Seven’s, which was darker and tighter, Kiran’s was soft, a welcoming pink, framed by delicate silver-white hairs that matched her own. The lips were full and open a bit, shiny with natural wetness that glowed in the dim light. It looked incredibly tender, very sensitive, and utterly lush. He could see her clit, a tiny jewel at the top, already swollen and promising great feelings. The smell from her was strong, a sweeter, richer mix of the cinnamon and metal in the room, now with the rich scent of an aroused woman. It was juicy, really juicy, like a flower ready to be touched. Eren just stared, amazed by how beautiful it was. The soft folds, the wet shine, the perfect frame of her special hair – it was truly a sight to behold. He got lost in looking for a moment, a strange warmth spreading in his chest, a clear difference from the wild energy she usually had. A soft laugh, deep and teasing, pulled him back. "What are you waiting for, Veilwalker?" Kiran said, her eyes, still full of wanting, stuck on his face. Her smile was slow, like a hunter’s, full of knowing and fun. A small smile touched Eren’s lips. ’Who would think a crazy woman’s pussy could look so nice, so beautiful? What a weird world we live in,’ he thought to himself. The thought passed quickly, covered by the strong desire that now filled him. He lowered his head slowly, with respect. His eyes stayed on hers for another long moment, a quiet nod to the dangerous dance they were about to start. Then, he dipped his head more, letting his breath warm her soft, swollen folds before his tongue, gentle at first, darted out. The taste was amazing – warm, a bit sweet, and totally addictive. He started slow, a light, exploring lick along the outer lips, making the feeling last. Kiran gasped, a soft, breathy "Ohh..." that Eren didn’t expect. It was a sound of pure, deep pleasure, surprisingly sweet. He pressed his tongue firmer, tracing the wet, soft flesh, leaving a faint line of wetness. Her hips moved under him, a slight arch of her back that told him to come closer, go deeper. Eren listened, his tongue becoming bolder, pressing into the soft folds, exploring the delicate parts of her pleasure. He used his hands then, his fingers spread wide on her inner thighs, gently moving her legs wider, giving him more room to her wet, waiting center. His thumbs brushed lightly against the outer edges of her vulva, sending waves of feeling through her. "Mmm... Eren... yes..." Kiran moaned, a low, deep sound that shook against his cheek. It wasn’t her usual wild laugh or teasing purr. This was a sound of deep release, showing the strong pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers got tangled in his hair, a gentle pull that told him to keep going, to go deeper. He went around her clit with his tongue, not hitting it directly, but teasing around its swollen top, building the pressure. The warmth coming from her grew stronger, and he could feel a soft beat under his tongue. Her breathing got shallow, speeding up with each slow lick. The smell of her aroused body filled his senses, making him dizzy, yet pushing him forward. "You... you taste so sweet, Kiran," he mumbled against her, his words quiet from the wet closeness, tasting the rich, musky sweetness on his tongue. He allowed himself to suck gently, pulling one of the inner lips into his mouth, making a light sucking action that made her body shake under him. "Ahh... don’t stop... please..." she begged, her voice almost a whisper, rough with desire. Her legs opened even wider, inviting him to go deeper into her wetness. The steady tick-tock of the machines on the walls seemed to fade into a quiet hum, replaced by the sounds of her moans and his own fast breaths. Eren continued his slow, teasing play, his tongue making patterns, swirling, dipping, and lifting, always coming back to the more sensitive clit without quite giving it the direct touch it wanted. He wanted to make this last, to make her twist and ache just as she had done to him. He slid a finger into her wetness, surprised by the tight, slick passage, feeling the heat coming from inside her. He moved his finger slowly, in time with his tongue. "Such a deep well of pleasure," he whispered, his mouth still working on her, his finger teasing her deeper. "Endless depths, just like you, Kiran." He felt the wildness of her air element around him, no longer frantic, but a soft, swirling current that responded to her rising pleasure. It was like their elements were talking, showing the sensual dance. Her hips began to push up, meeting his tongue, pushing into his mouth with strong hunger. "Yes... oh, god, yes... there... there..." she gasped, her body arching off the bed, her muscles getting tight. He made it last longer, pulling back a bit, then diving his tongue back down with new strength, sucking harder, teasing the clit with a sharper flick of his tongue. He heard her fast breaths, felt her body shake. He could almost taste her coming, a sharp taste on his tongue mixed with her sweet smell. She was an expert at pleasure, making feelings come alive with every touch, every word. Her voice, a constant, soft murmur of seduction, kept his mind from breaking apart from all the feelings. "You feel the flow, don’t you? The rising rush inside you, just like the wildness of this room. But unlike the wildness, this... this is a song. A peak building to a sure, amazing finish." Eren could barely think straight. His body was just reacting, moving only to Kiran’s skilled hands. The mild drug in the air, plus the pure, strong pleasure, made his vision blurry. The steady tick-tock of the machines seemed to speed up, like a drum leading him closer to the edge. He could feel his blood pumping, every nerve awake and screaming for release. Her fingers kept up their expert dance, one hand gently rubbing his balls with steady pressure, the other stroking his dick with a practiced rhythm that pushed him further and further into the dizzying swirl of sensation. She wasn’t just touching him; she was playing him like an instrument, getting every groan, every shiver, every fast breath. "Such a deep connection," she purred, her voice a rough sigh against his skin. "Your water element... it beats with a raw, wild energy. And my air... it dances around you, swirling, shaping, teasing, pushing you to your limits. We are perfectly matched, Veilwalker. Two halves of a wonderfully wild whole." He felt the usual warning, the tightening in his lower stomach, the rush of heat. He was close, so close it hurt. His hips began to move on their own, a desperate, animal need to find release. He pulled on her hair again, a strong tug, his head thrown back as his mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure. "Almost there, my sweet," Kiran whispered, her eyes burning into his, a win showing in their depths. Her pace quickened, her hands working him with a strong focus, pushing him over the edge with one last, amazing stroke. After what felt like forever, but was likely only minutes, Eren lifted his head, his face glistening, his chest heaving. He gazed down at her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath catching in his throat. Kiran was panting, her silver-white hair messy around her, her eyes wide, glittering with raw pleasure and a triumphant madness. Her pussy was swollen and wet, openly shaking, showing how well he had worked her. He propped himself up on his forearms, getting above her. His dick, thick and hard, pointed right at her wet, waiting pussy. A slow, hunting smile spread across his face, just like hers. He was ready. This was it. The moment of no return. "Let’s begin the TUNA," Eren rumbled, his voice low and husky, a promise of what was to come.