(R-18) Tongue Technique

The girl threw his clothes off, and their bodies touched with a soft, heated press.

"As per our deal," she breathed into his ear, "one hour—and I'll make you feel so good, you'll once again remember how to love in this world."

She began lightly biting his ear.

"Let your hands roam…" she whispered, her voice like a snake's hiss. "Let's be in harmony, okay?"

"Sorry," he replied, still dull. "I have no experience in this practice."

He turned his face to hers and returned the bite on her ear.

"Am I doing it right?" he whispered, making the long-eared girl shudder.

"Hey! I'm the mentor here!" she exclaimed before smashing her lips into his.

Her tongue slid into his mouth without hesitation.

He resisted at first, but soon relaxed.

'What a strange practice…' he thought. 'Is there any need for this tongue technique? Can we not just skip to the intercourse part?'

"That's what you're thinking, right?" the girl echoed his thoughts and pinched his nipple.

"Sorry, I find it hard to understand," he apologized. "This… foreplay you speak of—I believe it is unnecessary for mating."

"Are you an animal?!" she snapped. "Of course foreplay is important! We're trying to enjoy it, not just make babies! Ah! And don't you dare get me pregnant!"

"Since when did elves get pregnant just like that?" he asked with a raised brow.

"With your crazy genes? I'll get knocked up for sure." She grabbed his buttocks, grinning. "Now, let's get back to the fun. The only words I want to hear from you are 'I love you' or 'You're so tight, I can't live without your body!' Got it?"

He scrunched his brows in irritation, then returned to his usual dull expression.

"Your one hour is already ticking, Vaelora," he said flatly. "I hope you make me enjoy myself, as you promised."

"Just who do you think I am?" she answered with a wide smile. "For millennia, I've yet to meet a man who didn't fall in love with me—much less one who didn't get high off my ethereal body. Rest assured…"

She pushed him onto the bed and bent low before him, as he sat. "You'll never forget this night."

Vaelora's fingers trailed down his abdomen till her hand held his rods.

Her voice laced with amusement. "As expected of THE Shredder," she giggled. "You're in excellent shape... Well, as Kurayami would always say— 'Itadakimasu.'"

She leaned closer, teasing, letting her lips hover just above the tip now.

SLURP! SUCK! SLURP!

Her mischievous expression was that of a predator savoring the thrill of the hunt.

It reacted. It swelled.

"Ah, look at Yam Jr. go," she purred, tapping a finger to meat's tip. "Defiance is futile before me, you know. Earlier, you didn't even react when I undressed. My pride's a little wounded, I won't lie."

As she licked the rod's tip further, "Hey, Yam..." She spoke between slurps, "Iham yuh ihenyoying hiyourshelf? Ahn!"

Yam glanced at her with the same unreadable calm. Then he forced her head a little further towards his crotch.

"Haven't Asherah warned you? Don't talk while eating."

"Oh?" she coughed up some saliva. "Who died and made you dominant?" She glanced up at him as her hands continued gliding up and down his rod.

"No, it's just... Whatever you are doing... It feels a slightly fantastic."

"Huh?! Just slightly?!" She scowled.

With a flick of her fingers, Yam's body slowly levitated, floating deeper until he reached the center of the bed, where he laid flat.

She straddled him with practiced ease, placing her weight over him like a reigning queen.

"This is teamwork," she whispered playfully. "I do my part, and you do yours."

As she declared that, she raised her lower half, planting it on his face.

"Vaelora?" he muttered, wary, "What are you planning?"

"Relax. It's going to get you to feel better." she grinned, her voice dark and honeyed. A soft green glow shimmered around them. "A little spell—now we share sensation. Whatever I feel... you'll feel too. Multiplied. You're going to run mad. Hehehe."

"Hmph! I highly doubt that." Yam narrowed his eyes, then grabbed her petite waist pulling her closer to his face.

"Ahn! If you say so."

Vaelora's thoughts were around the flows of "This young boy underestimates me. Now that I've done the sexual bonding spell, he's done for! He'll never be able to get me off his mind!" with a nigh evil smirk.

However, her grin was replaced with utter shock, the next moment.

LICK! SLURP!

"Wai-! Hold on! Just don't... Hey!"

Yam ignored all her resistance and struggle. He had begun to lick her up passionately. His tongue wasn't hesitant. It was confident, calculating. Purposeful.

'What the hell?!' Vaelora's mind raced. 'Why is he so good? I thought he'd never done this before. That bastard… Could it be—?'

Her voice trembled as she spoke aloud. "H-Hey… you lied to me, didn't you? About this being your first time?"

Yam paused only briefly, glancing up at her with that same unreadable calm. "Do you know me as someone who tells petty lies?"

Before she could answer, he returned to his fair lips, with ruthless focus, towards her lower lips.

"Hhhgh!!"

Vaelora's hands jerked slightly, hovering between pulling him closer and pushing him away. She wasn't sure anymore.

Her face flushed a bright, burning red, her limbs barely responding to her thoughts.

"This... this isn't so bad," Yam admitted expressionlessly. "It's… tingling in all the right places…"

"Sh-Shut up, you pervert!!" she snapped, her voice cracking. "I can't believe I'm being outmatched by a literal upstart... And—how are you not weak?! We're sharing the same levels of pleasure—so how are you holding it together?!"

Yam pulled his tongue out and she shuddered. Then he lifted his gaze to meet hers, something different flashing behind his cool exterior—something quietly dangerous.

"Don't mistake resistance for weakness," he said. "In magic, you're superior, I admit. Your reserves, your control, your spells—they all eclipse mine. But in the physical realm..." His grip on her thighs tightened slightly. "You are a delicate glass, Vaelora. And now, I'll punish you for being presumptuous."

His next movement stole her breath away. He pushed his tongue deeper, while enfolding her rump strappingly to restrain any form of exodus.

"No, no—wait! Please!" Vaelora squirmed, but the fight was leaking from her with every passing second. "You're being too rough! Ahhn—d-damn it, be gentler!!"

He finally stilled, his breath warm against her lower lips. "Apologies," he murmured. "I got carried away."

She growled under her breath, flustered and breathless. "Geez… do you like cunt that much? You're insane."

But when her gaze slid downward and saw the full proof of his composure, cracking in form of full boner, her breath caught again. A rush of heat bloomed in her cheeks.

"I think…" she whispered, glancing away, "That's enough foreplay now."