Chapter 797 - 797 Feeling For You, Part 3 (R-18)

797 Feeling For You, Part 3 (R-18)

My hormones had completely and utterly taken over me by this point.

Any other thought I tried thinking of would just zap out of a neuron, land on a conveyor belt where it is mushed, grounded, then dipped in a boiling bucket of depravity before eventually being warped into and spat out as just another insatiable thirst in a factory filled to the brim of millions of other things I want to do to her.

I hitched up her skirt even more, lifting the tousled hems and folding it over itself across her waist – and in the split-second before I submerged my head into the stranglehold of her thighs as she futilely attempted to seal them close, I realized I wasn’t exactly too sure what I was supposed to be doing, but yet… inside me, I had this strange and powerful urge that I do.

Like instinct, like some intrinsic knowledge had been stirred awake from its eternal slumber deep in the dark recesses of my mind – that, and some late-night incognito surfing whenever the mood struck me.

“I-I feel strange…” Her luscious thighs tightened their hold on me, having a complete adverse effect on me than what she probably intended. “You being there…”

“Thought you don’t embarrass easy?”

“I don’t…” She replied, her hollow voice flooding with tension. “...but not with you…”

“You trust me, right?”

“I do, but, this is…” I saw her gaze flick away. “I am not prepared for this…”

.....

Adalia as she was at present moment was this dangerous, volatile mix of adorable and sexy that practically had me frothing and salivating, eager to have a taste of her flavor. I was right there, inches, even in the veil of darkness, I could still make out the faint arousing outline of her labia.

Pale as gray, bare and smooth, and looking oh-so appetizing… and any minuscule traces of apprehension in me that somehow survived the purge can now officially be declared exterminated.

“Amanda never mentioned this to me…” She continued to voice her reluctance. “I do not know this well…”

But it barely even registered. I wasn’t listening anymore. All senses, hearing included, replaced by different parts that only sought and desired nothing but pleasure.

Hers and mine.

“Is this still love…?”

I just dove in straight, like a snake striking, mouth parted, tongue drooling, clamping my lips down over the soft, thick, narrow folds of her other lips.

“Aah…!”

Adalia seized up at once. Her writhing legs, her hitching breath, it all came to a sudden stop as I felt her hips involuntarily jerk upwards the moment I made contact.

It was a numbing clamminess on the surface of my tongue, but not unpleasant, never unpleasant. I let my impulses run frantic, swirling my tongue across and against her clit, my hands indulging in the smoothness of her inner thighs. I tried breathing her in, but she had no odor, no scent – just a coldness, a wetness that I just couldn’t get enough of.

She was a deafening, twitching quiet. I could feel her body arching, her feet rubbing and crossing incessantly over my calves – I assume that meant I was doing something right.

So I kept going, faster, wetter, her juices mixing with my drool, dribbling over her smooth, pale skin. I felt like I was giving her the sloppiest, messiest kiss in my life. Once again for a long while, it was nothing but the silence of squelching, squirming, as the occasional flash of light painted our scene of carnal pleasure in different shades of colors.

But the last thing I wanted was monotony, a dwindle in momentum. I was still utterly clueless, just going off of the tempo of the moment, but my eagerness, my hunger more than made up for it.

I glided my mouth from top to bottom, spreading her walls apart as much as I could do with my fingers, suckling, practically feasting off of her inner parts barely sparing a moment to breathe, wedging as much of my tongue into her while she continued to convulse wilder in mounting waves of ecstasy.

Then, with half my face drenched in passion, I guzzled back over to the top of her slit, swirling my tongue around her soft flesh, and felt it. Something small, and something round… and without even thinking twice… I gave it a light chomp.

Adalia shrieked.

Or at least I think she did.

A harsh, raspy snarl reverberating across the walls of the room.

I quickly glanced up over her skirt, and saw her lips in a wide silent scream, fangs unsheathed and bared like a feral wide animal ready to pounce, with her claws stretched out and digging into the ground – long, deep ridges already engraved into the concrete where she had hastily pulled away.

“A-Adalia?” I called for her, speaking through heavy gasps of welling saliva. “Are you alright?”

A second passed, I lifted my head a little higher, and Adalia collapsed back down in a sprinkle of snow, her body trembling and her face tightly contorted, her blinking sporadic – her voice leaking out in the form of high-pitch squeaks with every panting breath with the rise and fall of her bare chest a steady hypnotic sway.

“A… aah… mmm… haah….”

I never heard her like this before, seen her like this… feeling, expressing… as for a brief moment, the swirling nothing within her was completely filled with nothing but euphoria.

And with the slight bit of drool spilling over her chin… I suppose that was mission accomplished.

Unless…

“I can keep going still,” I whispered, lightly stroking her soaked vagina with my fingers. “That is if you still want me too…”

But I didn’t hear an answer back. In fact, I didn’t hear anything back.

I repeated the offer but it was like she couldn’t hear me the way she just gazed up at the ceiling.

Then it happened. Adalia slowly roused to life sitting upright as if rising from a coffin – a row of fireworks blasted and sparkled in the skies – and as they shone and promptly fizzled out – I caught a glimpse of her face again, the pale gray of her skin and the web of dark veins that now showed directly beneath it all.

Like the branching roots of a tree, the tendrils of a parasite. Every inch beneath the skin, they were present, ultimately converging and connecting to the utterly demented look in her gaze.

I stopped fingering her at once.

“Adalia?”

She growled in response, and that feeling of unease in me swelled even more.

I slowly tried backing off, no sudden movements, sudden noises, as I rose to my feet. It was all well and good at first until I tried actually backing an inch away.

Adalia didn’t like that.

In a blur of movement I barely even caught, she darted for me – and just in time I caught her in a stumbling embrace, her blouse slipping further to her hips – her cold, limber body pressing, pushing up against mine to which I couldn’t do a single thing about.

I could feel her claws hooking onto my jacket, and much like a cat to a sofa, she pulled and pried at it until some parts were unraveling by the seams. In a desperate move, I tried regaining some control – but with a deeper, harsher snarl, Adalia crushed my opposition, clinging onto me even more.

“Wait, Adalia – stop! Hold on, wait – stop! Stop! We’re going to fall!”

But we didn’t. Instead I felt the back of my head collide against a wall, my ears imploding with a deafening thud. When I could see more than just dizzying blurs again, I found Adalia piercing through my soul once more with that deathly gaze of hers a single inch away from mine.

Nothing was there. Just that same misty swirl of gray. Faster now. Thicker now. A violent whirlpool of lust that refused to calm.

“Adalia,” I slowly, calmly said, attempting to speak to her again. “You’re still there… right? Can you… can you hear me?”

Her hoarse breathing sort of quietened, settled. A good sign, I hoped. Then she blinked once – a sway – and her head fell into a slight slant, locks of ruffled silver in a fluttering freefall with the braids I’ve made in her hair fully coming undone, and the white, glittering ribbon quite literally only hanging by a thread.

She was a mess. As deranged as she was seductive… so much so, that even with the way she was now… I couldn’t help but only feel even more aroused.

Still, I wasn’t that stupid yet.

“Do you still understand me?”

“Your turn…”

More than the sharp throbbing in the back of my skull, her sudden response shook me into another daze. She sounded different. More demanding. More defiant...

She sounded perverse.

“What?”

“It is your turn now to stay…” She clarified, leaning closer, brushing the tip of her fangs lightly across my bottom lips. Her breathing cold and heavy. “And my turn now to explore you…”

Then without any warning or the slightest indication – Adalia suddenly got down on her knees before me.

“Amanda told me you would appreciate this…”