Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 14

Wei Zhen narrowed her eyes and ignored her.

Jian Ying, looking piteously aggrieved, tugged at Wei Zhen’s long hair, winding the ends around her fingertips over and over. “I won my case, and you didn’t even praise me,” she sniffled, continuing, “You were so rough just now. I didn’t like it.”

Wei Zhen watched the tearful Jian Ying complain about her faults from within her arms. The Omega’s naked skin still bore the faint crimson flush of rising lust. Wei Zhen’s subtle Adam’s apple bobbed; in her heart, she sighed—this succubus.

With a sudden thrust of her lower belly, her stiff cock withdrew resolutely, despite the desperate clinging of the tender flesh within her pussy.

Then, she pressed her burning cock heavily against the pussy entrance, grinding. The firm, red cock rolled back and forth over the piteous pussy, peeking out from the pussy every now and then. Feeling the searing heat of the cock, the empty little hole contracted continuously, expelling fluids. Aside from low moans and soft gasps, Jian Ying didn’t dare provoke Wei Zhen any further.

Finally, once the entire cock was drenched in fluids, Wei Zhen propped her proud cock against the muddiest part of Jian Ying’s pussy. The cock brushed past her pussy again, making the body in her arms shudder.

With both hands gripping the base of Jian Ying’s thighs, Wei Zhen’s cock probed hesitantly at the overflowing pussy. She lowered her head to Jian Ying’s ear and bit the delicate lobe gently. “Hold it yourself.”

At these words, Jian Ying’s arms tightened around Wei Zhen’s shoulders, and her breathing grew even more ragged. This person… is absolutely shameless.

Yet, Jian Ying didn’t move, and Wei Zhen was content to wait her out.

The burning, thick thing was pressed against her hole but refused to enter. Jian Ying’s body had long since turned into a puddle of mush, desperately waiting for Wei Zhen to plunge deep. Seeing that Wei Zhen was intentionally teasing her, Jian Ying—flushed with shame and anger—bit Wei Zhen’s collarbone.

I’ll bite you to death, you wicked thing.

The physical craving exceeded Jian Ying’s endurance. To make matters worse, Wei Zhen chose this moment to intentionally and slowly release her pheromones. As an Omega, Jian Ying’s body responded violently to the Alpha’s scent. Sobbing, she whimpered as she nipped at Wei Zhen, reaching down to where their lower bellies met.

Driven by an intense sense of shame, Jian Ying nevertheless took hold of Wei Zhen’s towering cock. “Little Wei Zhen,” having waited too long, pulsed with dissatisfaction in Jian Ying’s palm before the lustrous cock was guided to the wet, tight opening by her slender fingers.

“Little Wei Zhen” was far too competitive; the moment the tip entered, it surged forward with all its might. The warm, tight passage enveloped the cock, with countless folds of flesh sucking and squeezing. “Little Wei Zhen” charged bravely, striking the fragile cervix, until the entire cock was swallowed by her pussy.

Jian Ying’s legs, wrapped around Wei Zhen’s waist, trembled. Her entire body tensed; she wished she could melt into Wei Zhen and never be separate again.

With the cock fully swallowed, Wei Zhen tilted her head back in satisfaction, a low hum escaping her throat. The dense folds of flesh contracted and pulsed; the entire cock was covered in warm nectar, even the base was slick with it.

Wei Zhen began to thrust her hips back and forth. Jian Ying clung to her back, letting out beautiful, low moans.

The cock crashed into the fiery tunnel over and over. Each time it withdrew halfway before plunging in entirely, churning the transparent fluids into a fine, dense foam.

Jian Ying’s body shook from the impact. Her toes curled inside her high heels, struggling. Her legs crossed and uncrossed; one high heel, loosened by her kicking, dangled from her toes, its thin heel thumping against Wei Zhen’s bare waist until—with one of Wei Zhen’s powerful thrusts—it finally escaped her toes and fell to the floor.

The slippery vagina was reached at its deepest point with every stroke. Jian Ying’s seductive pants spurred Wei Zhen on. During one deep thrust, Wei Zhen pressed her finger against the excited “pearl” nestled between the folds.

“Ugh… mm-ah!”

A sudden, surging climax drowned Jian Ying. The vagina wall inside the hole clamped tightly around the swollen cock, contracting desperately. The cock was pushed and held firmly against Jian Ying’s cervix, probing deep.

The spraying nectar was trapped inside the hole, unable to flow out. Jian Ying’s body went rigid as she enjoyed the floating sensation of bliss. The “jungle” arched upward as the tender hole kept the cock inside, suckling it.

Wei Zhen gritted her teeth. One hand nimbly toyed with the hardened pearl, while the other squeezed Jian Ying’s pert bottom. Her hips worked rapidly; the cock was sucked so tightly into the depths of the pussy hole that it could barely move.

The cock was so swollen it felt like it would explode. Wei Zhen fought the urge to ejaculate, intending to pull out of Jian Ying’s body.

She couldn’t do it—she wasn’t wearing a condom today, and she didn’t want Jian Ying to have to rely on emergency contraception.

With a “pop,” the cock slipped out of the hole, and the swollen cock began to spray white fluid.

But immediately, Jian Ying’s wrist flicked down to catch “Little Wei Zhen,” guiding it back into the wet, tight vagina. The soft flesh surged forward to welcome it; Wei Zhen felt her legs go weak from the sensation of being swallowed.

“Shoot it inside…”

Without waiting for Wei Zhen to speak, Jian Ying began to move her own hips up and down.

“Mm-ah… wuu…”

Caught off guard, Wei Zhen’s self-control shattered instantly. Her lower belly pressed forward heavily, and the cloudy white fluid sprayed out, washing over Jian Ying’s slightly open cervix in successive waves.

Only when Jian Ying’s hole had finally had its fill did it contentedly spit out “Little Wei Zhen.” The mix of honey and white fluid flowed down, wetting the base of Jian Ying’s thighs.

Wei Zhen gazed at the woman in her arms, who was already so tired she had fallen into a deep sleep. She frowned, her thin lips pressed tight.

She stood up and carried Jian Ying to the bathroom to wash away the marks of their lovemaking. She used her fingers to gently clear out what she had left inside her, the light scraping of the tender inner walls eliciting a mumble of protest from Jian Ying.

Wei Zhen gently carried the clean woman back to the bedroom. Settled on the soft mattress, Jian Ying slept even more soundly, a satisfied smile on her bare face.

Wei Zhen wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went to the balcony. She dialed Xia Shangzhou.

“Hello, Boss.”

As a qualified assistant, she naturally answered her boss’s call immediately.

“Assistant Xia, there’s something I need you to look into.”

Xia Shangzhou knew Wei Zhen liked to look down at the city at night, so the hotel rooms she booked were always on high floors. The evening wind on the balcony blew through Wei Zhen’s hair, her bathrobe belt fluttering in the air.

She hadn’t failed to notice Jian Ying’s abnormal behavior. Flying thousands of miles just for a vaguely defined “date with a beauty,” and the constant talk of being “bed-mates and friends with benefits”—was their relationship really limited to just sex? And just now, she had insisted on an internal ejaculation despite previously claiming she didn’t want to get pregnant.

Just how many things are you hiding in your heart?

Wei Zhen hung up the phone and returned to the room. Jian Ying was fast asleep.

She brushed back the damp stray hairs from Jian Ying’s forehead, gazed at her relaxed features, and placed a gentle kiss there.

“Goodnight.”