Kiana smiled softly, gazing down at Liend. She sighed, shaking her head with a breath of quiet satisfaction, then slowly slid off him—exhaling long and deep.
Shifting into a kneel beside his motionless form, she lowered her eyes.
There—between his legs—lay his spent cock, the very one that had just been buried deep inside her moments ago.
Her pussy gave a faint quiver in response, as if remembering.
Her smile lingered, head tilting downward as her hand drifted to her belly—caressing lower, fingers pressing gently over her skin.
She exhaled, whispering to herself.
"Don't worry… your time will come again—soon."
Another sigh escaped her lips as she lifted her gaze.
Before her lay that once-massive cock—now soft, its former strength faded.
With slow, deliberate intent, her hands reached forward—fingers brushing the slick, slippery length.
She touched it gently… reverently.
Kiana exhaled softly, her eyes filled with quiet compassion as she looked down. Gently, she lifted his cock—tilting it upward by the underside, bringing it fully into view.
Her breath hitched.
A faint gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight: the underside was streaked with red—trailing from the swollen tip down to the base, the faint stain lining the shaft, settling just above the sack.
She traced the line with her eyes, unmoving.
Then she exhaled again, gaze softening—returning to something warmer. Something maternal.Love.For her child.
Her lips parted, tongue curling faintly as she murmured:
"It's started… early in you…"
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
She leaned in, tongue extending—pressing forward until it met the red-streaked mixture clinging to the underside of his cock. Warm. Viscous. Bitter. Remnants of the mingles mess of Liend's cum and blood.
Kiana hissed softly through her nose, then sealed her lips around it—sucking harder, drawing it in.
"That red taste…"She hissed—tongue working greedily as she sucked, licking harder with every stroke.
"I'll never… never get enough of it…"Her breath came hot—spilling against Liend's spent cock, which gave a faint twitch beneath her lips.
"Don't worry, baby…" Kiana murmured, voice thick with warmth and hunger.
Her hand followed—fingertips grazing around the sensitive glans, stirring him gently. Then she curled her fingers, wrapping them snugly around his softening shaft.
"After this…" she whispered, tilting her head as her mouth dipped lower.Her tongue rolled out—slick, slow—and from the depths of her mouth, saliva pooled and spilled forward.
She guided it—letting the glistening trail drip between her fingers, coating his glans as she cupped him softly.The warmth of it pressed between her fingers, spreading slowly as she held him with care, with possession.
"You won't feel pain… again."Kiana whispered, her voice steady—almost soothing—as her fingers slid downward, pressing along the length of his cock, guiding it lower.
"You'll get used to Mama…" she added, almost tenderly.
Saliva coated every inch—slick and warm—trapped between her fingers as she began to move. The shaft, still stained with their mix of cum and heat, sticky with her spit—trembled in her grasp… resisting, unwilling to rise again.
"No…" she mouthed, breath catching as her hand began to stroke.
Slow. Then faster.The cock twitched—subtle at first—then shuddered as her rhythm intensified.
"You'll shape to Mama's desire."Her voice was a breathy murmur, barely audible beneath the slick, lewd sounds that echoed off the hallway walls—wet, rhythmic, relentless.
"Mmm…" Kiana moaned, lips curling as her arms tightened, fingers pressing firmly as she stroked him. Her eyes locked in—focused, unblinking—as her rhythm intensified.
Below, Liend's waist trembled, hips giving a weak buck—And then it happened.
A faint, reddish-white release shot forth—spurting hard, streaking across Kiana's face.It was less than before… a pale echo of what still remained trapped deep inside her belly.Still, she didn't stop.She stroked harder.
"Not enough…" she murmured, breathless.
And moments later—after long, trembling strokes—another burst came.Thicker. Hotter.It hit her squarely across the face again.
Kiana only smiled. And continued.
"Not enough…" she whispered again, the words falling in rhythm with her strokes.
She kept going—unrelenting—as each release grew redder than the last, tinged with deeper strain.Cum now streamed down her face, dripping from her chin, soaking into her skin—warm, metallic.
Her arms trembled from the pressure, but she didn't stop.
It wasn't enough.Not for her.Not for the woman who'd ruined men before this one—destroyed them with nothing but beauty… and the dangerous habit of taking too much. Of making them hers, entirely—until they couldn't look at anyone else.
And now, she stroked Liend with that same hunger.His body—still unconscious—offered no protest.Just spurts of seed in faltering intervals, as if his body itself struggled to refuse her, even in sleep.
Her smile widened, slow and quiet.Each time his hips bucked, the interval between the release grew shorter. Tighter.
The muscle at the base began to loosen—strained—pushed beyond its threshold, teetering on the edge of tearing.
Still, Kiana continued.
Hard strokes.Steady.Relentless.
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"It's happening…" Kiana breathed, a jolt of excitement vibrating through her voice.
Her strokes quickened, feverish, slick—driven by a rhythm that no longer came from want, but from need.
"Soon…" she whispered, leaning down again—spitting a line of saliva that trailed from her lips, glistening as it joined the mess already coating him.More lubrication. More grip.More control.
"Soon… you'll just be mine, Liend…"
And then it began—his cum, once white, now streaked deep with red, spurting in weaker bursts.Inside him, his muscles trembled violently—his whole body shivering beyond control, spasms hitting like waves with no end.And still, beneath him, Kiana didn't stop.
She couldn't stop.
Even as her hands began to numb—fingers burning from the strain—she alternated them, switching one for the other.Left. Right. Left again.
Back and forth.Stroking. Stroking.Until neither hand could hold on.
Until both arms hung weak and trembling.
But her smile—her smile only grew wider.
"Liend…" she whispered at last, almost lovingly… reverent.