Chapter 10 – Having a Taste 1/2 *

With the decision to devour the meal first and worry about paying later, I held the buttocks in my hands, kneading the soft things obsessively. Those were the buttocks I fantasized about, the ones I wished every day to feel in my hands. I leaned forward, trying to meet her lips with mine. It would be my first kiss, it'd be a lie if I didn't say I was excited.

Her ample lips parted slightly, letting mine fit right between them. We ate each other hungrily, and she didn't show the slightest hint of resistance this time. The space between us vanished, it was only us.

a warm rush of exhilaration flooded through me. It was a gentle kiss at first, an exploration that teased the senses as we both learned slowly. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The sensation was electrifying, our lips moving in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. We might have started like vacuum cleaners, but we were quick learners.

Her response ignited a fire within me, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me in just as eagerly. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, a hint of sweetness that left me wanting more. The way she melted against me, the soft sighs that escaped her, fueled my desire, turning it more passionate, more urgent.

I broke the kiss, and a string of saliva kept us connected for another moment before it fell on our chins, making her sexier than before. My lips traced it, kissing her chin and down to her neck, leaving a trail of my saliva that'd stay forever in my memory.

"What are you doing?"

I blinked, looking up in confusion. "Kissing you?" It seemed self-explanatory, but maybe there was something unclear.

"You are too sweet. I want it rough. Spank me, bite me, mark me as yours," her words didn't match her beautiful, delicate visage. She was kinky, and she was very passionate about it. I didn't have the necessary training for it, but it was time to man up and do it.

"Mm, I wouldn't think that behind that pretty face, such a nasty girl was hiding," I said, pushing her down to her knees. Rule number one, when a girl wants to be dominated but you don't know how to proceed, make her crawl. She offered only a slight resistance as a part of the play, and an animalistic lust took over me at the sight of her kneeling.

"I am a nasty girl, Daddy, please make me happy," her eyes followed my movements, her hands rested on my thighs, baiting me to lose my patience.

"Good girl," I whispered in her ear. This time I had enough time to work out the right way to operate a dress, and I chose to mix it with teasing to make it less obvious it was a mystery to me.

My hand touched her neck, caressing it slowly before dropping to her chest. It was not there, so I moved on, circling her like a predator playing with its prey. My fingers stroked her exposed skin before going on top of the cloth again.

Found it. On her dress' back, hidden by a subtle fold, lay the key to open this treasure chest. I pulled it down quickly, and the top part fell quickly off her shoulders once I slid the straps down her arms. I'm not big on fashion, but I guess they wear this type of dress without a bra.

"Hmm," she let out an excited exhale when fresh air blew against her exposed breasts. I could tell they were sensitive after all the arousal they experienced earlier, and the nipples were already hard.

"My little horny princess is happy to show her titties, isn't she?" I asked as I took custody of the two cherries with my fingers, tweaking them while standing close enough to let her feel how hard I was at the sight, rubbing it against the back of her head.

The soft whimpers at the pain turned me on, and so did the change of pace in her breathing as it matched the intensity of my game.

"Get up, it's time to see you without a dress hiding all those delicious curves."

Following my words, I grabbed her by the hair close to the top of her head and pulled her up, succeeding in smuggling yet another sharp sigh out of her lips. Her white hair was softer than silk, a magical material so pleasant I couldn't believe it even existed.

"Mm, ahh, yes Daddy, please have a look at my body and tell me if you like it," she said in a purring tone that made it too hard for me to remain civilized.

*Slap*

"AH!"

My palm sent ripples throughout her ass, my spank making her jerk in surprise at the unexpected yet welcome pain.

"Daddy, what was that for?" She faked a pout that I might have believed if not for the drool on the edges of her lips.

"You can't tell me what to do, Babe."

An arm whipped again all on its own, spanking her again through the fabric that did nothing to hide the vibrations that passed through her skin every time I rewarded her with tingling pain.

"Mm, ah, fuck, yes!" She groaned, letting her good girl persona crumble as she turned hornier and hornier.

"Let's see if it's red enough, or maybe I was too merciful," I say and take off her dress, making it fall on the floor. She lifted her heels, freeing herself entirely from the cloth's constraints.

I took a moment to appreciate the sight. An oval-shaped face that was now flushed in arousal, phoenix-like blue eyes that could usually pierce from one point of the planet to the other now were burning for my touch.

My gaze slowly derailed downward, to the flawless skin of her neck and its rosy spots where I teased her. Lower awaited a real feast, two large and perky boobs, taunting Newton's rules as they flaunted their vibrancy. At their centers were located two pink nipples, perfectly symmetrical, creating two nearly parallel lines.

The last part might have taken more time to appreciate than I originally planned, but eventually, I moved on to the flat stomach with a little stretched belly button that resembled a long slit. Maybe cultivators can control their figures, or perhaps they naturally look sculpted by an artist.

Oh, my goodness, the red panties were still there, hiding with their narrow structure the last oasis on her body, the goal that my primal instincts told me to assault first.

Nyssa's legs stood long and tall, curvy at the thighs that awakened a need to bite them in the beholder's heart. The calves were springy, promising she was doing her daily exercises and giving a healthy signal.

I did not spare a single inch of her body from my inspection, absorbing the sight of her toenails painted in blue held in place by the black heels that matched her blue dress elegantly like black things always do.

The woman in question who took my breath away all this while did not stay bored. She reveled in every moment of being admired, wiggling her flesh with subtle movements that changed her pose ever so slightly.

The princess appraised my joy by fixating her eyes on the bulge that appeared long ago in my jeans, widening her stunning smile with every pulse going through my pants. Only princesses should be as beautiful as she, hence the nickname.

"You seem to be fascinated," I smirked in confidence. I might not be the hottest man in the world, but I enjoyed the privilege of being proud of my dragon. It was neither a worm nor a snake, but a long Chinese dragon threatening to devour everything in its path.

"Maybe I am, it looks… promising," she mumbled and sent a hand to caress it, and I obviously let her.

"You may unwrap this present yourself. Remember, Princess, my friend down there only talks eye-to-eye." I admit that I might have been engrossed in the act. I have no idea where I learned to talk like that.

"Mm, thank you for your present, I will be respectful to your friend," she whispered, arousing me with every word. She kneeled again, evening the height of her face with my crotch. Her sharp focus on the task made me harder, ensuring she'd find everything she was looking for.

Her soft fingers continued to tease me as they rubbed my balls through the jeans while slowly unbuttoning with the other hand. I groaned, allowing her to act naughty all she wanted. The torture-like teasing took only a few seconds before she positioned her face too close to my body and pulled down my pants and my underwear at once.

Time stopped for a moment as we both held our breath, anticipating the incoming slap.