Chapter 138: TUNA 1

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Chapter 138: TUNA 1 Luna’s eyes, dark with a hunger that promised profound pleasure, lingered on Eren’s erection. "Wow," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty sound. "So this is what Kiran was enjoying all along." Her fingers, cool and soft, wrapped around the base of his dick, her thumb stroking the engorged head. He felt a shiver ripple through him, a stark contrast to the raw power Kiran had commanded. This was different. This was a slow, deliberate seduction. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, carrying the intoxicating scent of flowers and something deeper, something uniquely hers. Her tongue, nimble and wet, traced the sensitive rim of his dickhead, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps down his arms. Eren groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders, his knuckles white. Luna chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through him. She took the tip of his dick into her mouth, her lips a soft, teasing caress. She didn’t plunge. Instead, she sucked lightly, drawing him in just an inch, then releasing him, pulling back with a wet. SLURP. Each time, her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, a dizzying dance that promised more. "Mmm... Luna..." Eren managed to gasp, his voice thick with building desire. She looked up at him, her eyes holding his gaze, a challenge and an invitation swirling in their depths. Then, slowly, gracefully, she took more of him into her mouth. Not deep, not yet. Just enough to warm him, to make him ache with wanting. Her suction was gentle, incredibly subtle, yet intensely arousing. She worked her lips with exquisite control, pulling him in with soft pressure, then easing back, making him feel every inch of his pulsating length. Her hands, meanwhile, moved lower. One hand cupped his balls, her fingers gently sifting through the coarse hair, teasing the sensitive skin. Her thumb began to stroke, a feather-light touch against his perineum, sending shocks of pleasure straight up his spine. The other hand traced the underside of his shaft, drawing lazy circles, driving him slowly, exquisitely mad. "Ahhh... Luna... slow..." Eren breathed, his body trembling slightly. He felt his dick throb, growing even harder in her mouth, aching to be taken deeper. She continued, her pace unhurried, her focus absolute. Her tongue, a velvet-soft instrument of torture, swirled around his dick, tracing every ridge, tasting every surface. She paid special attention to the underside, where his nerves were most exposed, her tongue flicking, teasing, making him twitch with pleasure. She would suck, slowly, deeply, her throat working, then pull back, letting him feel the cool air against his slick skin before drawing him back in. Each time, she would gently brush her lips against his balls, a fleeting, electric touch that made him groan. "You taste... so good, Veilwalker," Luna murmured, her voice muffled against him, sending tremors through his dick. Her words, spoken against his skin, were like a spell, binding him to her. Her breath, hot and moist, enveloped him, a constant reminder of the delicious intimacy. She began to incorporate his balls more, rolling them gently in her palm, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm, but never enough to cause discomfort. Her thumb rubbed circles against his sensitive sac, while her mouth continued its slow, deliberate seduction on his dick. She would suck him almost to the point of no return, making his entire body tighten, then ease off just enough to let the pressure build again, a delicious agony. "God... Luna... that’s... that’s perfect," Eren gasped, his hands tangling in her hair, not pulling, but holding on, trying to anchor himself against the waves of sensation. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but it was a slow, agonizing journey, each stroke a deliberate step towards oblivion. She took more of him now, her throat working, her mouth impossibly wide, her tongue dancing on his head as she pulled him in deeper than before. He could feel her hot breath at the base of his dick, the delicate movement of her lips at the very root. She held him there, deep within her, for a long moment, milking him with gentle, deliberate contractions of her throat. The pressure built, a sweet, unbearable tension that made his vision swim. Her dark eyes, still fixed on his, shimmered with a knowing satisfaction, aware of every ripple of pleasure she was coaxing from him. She continued to suck, her rhythm picking up slightly, a faster, more insistent pace that left no room for thought, only sensation. The sounds of her mouth on him were wet and greedy, a frantic symphony of pleasure. He felt himself straining against his pants, his muscles tightening, his body preparing for the inevitable release. He gripped her hair tighter, pulling her head up just enough to pull his dick free with a loud. POP! His breath came in ragged gasps, his cock slick and throbbing, painfully full. He stood there, legs shaking, completely at her mercy. Luna looked up at him, her lips glistening, a triumphant smirk on her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her own breath quickening from her efforts. A single strand of dark, wet hair clung to her temple. The air between them hummed with the raw energy she had conjured. She slowly rose to her feet, her gaze never leaving his. Her body, still covered by the sheer red silk, seemed to glow in the dim light, a beacon of pure, unrestrained desire. She reached out, her hands resting lightly on his chest, her touch sending shivers through him, a prelude to what was to come. Her fingers spread, subtly exploring the hard planes of his abs, tracing a path downward, lingering just above his pulsing groin. "Stand straight, Veilwalker," she commanded, her voice a low purr, a hint of steel beneath the velvet, an undeniable pull that left him no choice but to obey. Eren, still dazed by her exquisite ministrations, slowly straightened his posture, his eyes still locked on hers, completely enthralled. As he did, Luna moved, stepping into his space, her body pressing flush against his, the thin silk a warm barrier between them, allowing him to feel every soft curve of her. She lifted herself, a swift, fluid motion that was almost weightless, her legs wrapping around his waist, her soft weight pressing against his hips. Her feet, however, didn’t quite touch the ground, leaving her hanging, suspended against him, her thighs pressing against his sides, her pussy hovering just above his dick, teasing him with its heat and dampness. She locked her arms around his neck, pulling herself close, her body a soft, warm weight against his, molding perfectly. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her, the slight dampness of her sex pressing intimately against his lower belly. Her breath, soft and warm, stirred the hair at his temple. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin, her voice a seductive whisper that promised ultimate release. "Put it in, Veilwalker."

Chapter 138: TUNA 1

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