(R-18) P-Please… Just… Put it in

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

Then she leaned into him, curling her petite frame against his chest. Without another word, she kissed him. Hard.

Yam didn't hold back this time. His mouth met hers with equal force, and their tongues tangled in a dance of instinct, confusion, and mounting emotion.

'Damn this genius,' Vaelora thought, overwhelmed.

She'd lived for centuries, seduced kings and god-like beings alike—

—and now she was being flustered by a literal cherry boy.

As their kiss deepened, Vaelora's lips wandered—trailing down Yam's neck, brushing his collarbone, and pausing at his chest.

Her tongue teased circles over his nipples, lingering just long enough to test him, to tempt him.

Her hands, gentle yet insistent, explored his form with practiced skill, while her hips shifted, brushing along his fully-grown son.

She hovered close on the rod, the warmth of her lower lip grazing him. Temptation incarnate. But she pulled back each time just before true contact.

She was doing this to get Yam crazy for the real thing.

'Heh. How's that, Yam? You want me now, don't you?' her thoughts danced in delight. 'C'mon, beg for it! Or if you want, attack me! I'll break that icy heart of yours and prove you're not different from the other men I've encountered—I'll make you crave me, Yam. Hahah—'

"I'm bored," he said, flatly.

"…!"

Vaelora froze.

'Is that... A metaphor?' she pondered, eyes wide, 'my love door has been kissing his rod for some seconds now, but... He's BORED? of me?'

He looked at her like she was a painting he'd seen too many times, then grabbed her waist;

"I'm bored of your antics; my own body doesn't feel good."

His brown eyes locked sharply into hers', "Your body... Your body's pleasure is the real deal. I feel some potential in it."

"Eh?! What do you mean?!"

"I mean it's time for me to emulate what you've been doing to me. Perhaps I'll hit the Pinnacle of pleasure and finally feel something in this dull world."

"Wai- you can't! I'll lose my mind if yo—Nhggh!!"

She didn't even have time to process his words before he acted.

With deliberate precision, Yam pulled her close facing himself—his mouth and tongue on her small, dual hills; his hands finding purchase where hers had once ruled. Where she had sought to control the rhythm, he now reworked it.

Vaelora trembled, arching her back in pleasure rush.

"H-Hey—! This isn't—! Wait—!"

Her breath hitched as her control unraveled. She could feel his crotch slab swelling even more.

Her mind whirled, body responding against her will. Every calculated move she had made was now being returned twofold—measured, firm, and devastating.

'Gah…! This upstart is—He's flipping everything on me! I underestimated him.'

Yam raised her up with his arms and continued to savor her frontal hills. Then he stroked their crotch together—using her as a turning stick and his crotch as a pot.

He intensely stirred his rod with her lower lips, with killer precision—only the tip sometimes—purposefully—prodded her insides.

But otherwise, he furiously stirred up both their love organs. Vaelora was no longer the one leading this dance. And her body knew it before her pride could resist.

'Oh no... This is bad...' she was about to reach climax. 'I'm going to have an orgasm from this upstaaaart?!'

She arched her back further, her tongue stretching out like a happy pup.

Both of their pleasures mixed and multiplied. And since Yam was a complete beast, Vaelora alone felt the pleasure of both a man and woman stream into her brain.

"Noooooo! Stooooopppp!!!"

And suddenly, Yam paused.

"Eh…? Why did you stop?" Vaelora blinked in disbelief, her face red with heat and frustration.

'He stopped?! Right before the peak?! Is this some cruel game? That bastard! GASP! Did he know I was about to lose it but just chose to torment me?!'

"Hm? I stopped because… you told me to," Yam said calmly, tilting his head as if her reaction confused him.

"At moments like that, you're supposed to ignore me!" she snapped. "You brute-headed kid!"

It was a tad bizarre—a petite, young-looking girl scolding a calm, broad-shouldered man, calling him a kid.

"No, I felt… a surge of energy rising from myself," Yam muttered, voice lower. "Something overwhelming. I feared this establishment might not survive the destruction."

"Idiot! That was a good thing! I just said stop, because that's what we say when things are getting good; since we're being dishonest about it!" she shouted, grabbing his face.

Her eyes flickered with need and indignation. "Besides, it's my room! Burn it if you must—I don't care! Y…You've stirred something unnatural inside me, s-so... Please, I want us to become one… I mean, you better take responsibility!"

'Goodness! If it were a regular girl, she would undoubtedly perish from such magnitude of pleasure surge.'

He nodded.

Vaelora leaned back into the bed and spread her legs, her breath ragged, her expression fierce yet vulnerable.

The cool light played across her flushed, sweaty skin, her voice now soft, but no less commanding. "Don't you dare act like some beast; Even someone like you can't casually shrug the level of ecstasy you'll be receiving soon. So at least, have my health in mind. I don't want to pass out before it's even halfway done."

Yam looked down at her, the tension in his body easing at last. The impassive look on his face had melted slightly—no longer unreadable, but focused. Present.

Since they started, till now, Yam hadn't bled a single sweat. Whereas, Vaelora was soaked head to toe; her fair skin glistened in response to the dim light, and her red face and labored breath made the atmosphere hottest.

Although, Yam wasn't reacting too much to it.

Nevertheless, compared to when they started, Yam was now a little relaxed and down for the main course.

"So… what do I do now?" he asked.

Vaelora nearly screamed. "You bully! You expect me to say it?!"

"Yes, I do," he replied. Calm, but firm.

She peeked at him between her fingers, a rare shyness coloring her expression. "For goodness sake… You… You learn too fast for your own good, Yam…"

Then, still hiding her face in both hands, she muttered, "P-Please… just… put it in."

For a moment, only her ragged breathing and the silence of the wide chamber hung in the air.

"Hm? That's what I'm saying—I don't know where to put it in. That's why I'm asking," Yam said, staring at her with a sincerity that almost sounded absurd in the moment.

Vaelora clicked her tongue as a vein pulsed on her forehead. "You really are a handful, Yam. To think you nearly conquered me back there—only to ruin it with this dumb question!"

She threw her legs apart wider, her voice laced with both frustration and heat. "Here! Here, you fool!"

"Ah, I see," he said with a nod. "I more or less knew."

"H-Haaah?! Are you messing with me?!"