Cocoon (Lily ABO) - Chapter 8

Ling Yu’s mouth was filled with the fluids sprayed by Han Jingman during her climax; even the tip of her nose was glistening. Capturing the sight of Han Jingman completely in bloom on the bed after such peak pleasure made Ling Yu’s heart go soft. Does this mean I actually made her happy?

She tenderly wiped the fine sweat from Han Jingman’s face. The body, still coming down from the orgasm, glowed with a lustrous flush, and her cheeks remained slightly hot to the touch.

Taking advantage of the breathing room, Ling Yu rolled over and lay down beside her. The unignorable heat in her lower abdomen was standing tall, asserting its presence through the rough fabric of her trousers. Her rationality had been nearly ground down to nothing after a night of dealing with Han Jingman. She closed her eyes and reached into her pants, gripping the restless, thick cock. Her palm moved back and forth, and as she inhaled the mellow scent of red wine in the air, she prepared to release herself once more.

With the fluids from Han Jingman’s pussy still lingering on her fingertips and palm, Ling Yu restlessly applied the silky liquid bit by bit onto the cock. Her fingertips brushed the swollen cock; the “little mushroom head” was excitedly seeping slippery fluids. Thinking about how she was spreading Han Jingman’s vagina fluids on herself—the excitement, the thrill, and the shame—all hit her at once. She felt the cock in her hand swell even further until one hand could barely encircle it.

Ling Yu curled her body up in discomfort, her palm still vigorously stroking the cock. The scent of wine at the tip of her nose grew stronger, yet for some reason, she just couldn’t reach the finish line.

Just as Ling Yu was squeezing the cock with force, Han Jingman, recovering from the afterglow, sensed the undulating movement beside her. The scent of milk radiating from Ling Yu’s neck gland when she was excited lingered around them, causing the not-yet-satisfied Han Jingman to sit up.

Drawn by that warmth and Ling Yu’s scent, Han Jingman rolled over, pressing half her body weight onto Ling Yu. Right at the critical moment, Ling Yu was so startled that her hand jerked; the excited cock was interrupted, instantly losing half its vigor.

The restless woman hooked her arms around Ling Yu’s bare shoulders, pressing her body against her to rub. With their bodies joined, the two swollen, crimson fruits on Han Jingman’s chest were hard to the point of aching. She rubbed up and down against Ling Yu, her hard nipples wandering over Ling Yu’s skin until they finally encountered two equally firm “cherries.” The four crimson fruits began to tease and chase each other desperately, neither willing to yield.

The cock that had just gone limp from the scare instantly stood back up, hard and jutting.

Han Jingman crawled further up until she was almost entirely covering Ling Yu. Suddenly feeling something firm and upright poking straight against her pussy, the heat made Han Jingman go weak, and she collapsed onto Ling Yu.

Instinctively sliding her body down half an inch, her slippery pussy couldn’t wait to press against the thick cock between Ling Yu’s legs. Han Jingman’s pussy was a swamp of mud, her two “petals” fluttering in a craving to be filled.

The tender little hole found the hardness and sat directly down upon it. The proud cock, still wrapped in rough fabric, embedded itself into the “clam meat.” The relief and stimulation made Han Jingman cry out in shock.

“Ah~”

This was followed by even more violent up-and-down friction. The small hole sucked tight and wouldn’t let go. Han Jingman hooked one leg between Ling Yu’s thighs, pushing her pussy deeper, bringing it closer to the cock.

Unfortunately, separated by a layer of fabric, the muddy hole could only achieve the frustrating pleasure of “scratching an itch through a boot.” The pussy entrance was already a total mess of wetness due to its craving.

The grinding, almost entirely led by Han Jingman, made the person beneath her tremble all over. The cock below was swollen with pain. The overflowing fluids had long since soaked through the fabric, drenching the irritable cock. Ling Yu’s hot, thick cock was awash in Han Jingman’s cool, slippery pussy, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

“Give it to me… faster…”

As Han Jingman propped herself up and thrust with increasing speed, her delicate breasts swayed before Ling Yu’s eyes—a blinding white.

Ling Yu, her consciousness already hazy, could no longer endure the torture of the chaotic pheromones. Faced with such a vivid scene of a beauty begging for love, she would have to be cold-blooded or worse to remain indifferent.

Ling Yu hugged the swaying, soft body and flipped over, pinning her beneath her. She then straightened up and shed her trousers, finally releasing the long-dormant cock.

The originally pale and lovely cock, having survived the friction of Han Jingman’s pussy, was now exposed to the air, red and swollen. Free of any ugly veins, Ling Yu’s cock stood clean and tall, save for the cock, which looked menacing as it seeped a trace of white fluid toward Han Jingman’s fragile pussy.

The two naked bodies finally met again. Ling Yu hooked one arm around Han Jingman’s slender waist and lowered her head to take the crimson bud on her lover’s chest into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked, enjoying the milky, tender smoothness. Her other hand slid down past the hips to the base of Han Jingman’s thighs, prying them open with force and guiding her legs to wrap around her waist.

“Eeya… ah, mm-mm…”

With total skin-on-skin contact and naked vulnerability, there wasn’t a single part of them that wasn’t pressed together. Han Jingman was burning up all over. The gland at the back of her neck began to swell, as if inciting the Alpha to perform a deep marking.

Ling Yu gently parted Han Jingman’s legs. Between them was a muddy mess; crystal fluids slid down her thighs, wetness everywhere. Ling Yu’s brain buzzed. She leaned down to lick and kiss; the petals parted, and the two tender pieces of flesh protecting the clitoris relaxed their guard, allowing the little tongue to invade.

Ling Yu withdrew her tongue, licking the corner of her lips with lingering desire. She reached down to gather a handful of fluids from the entrance and meticulously spread it over her cock.

Their lower bellies drew close. The excited cock pulsed at the pussy entrance, scraping against the delicate walls bit by bit. Feeling the approach of the scorching heat, Han Jingman opened her legs even wider, her hole actively thrusting upward to welcome the cock.

Ling Yu lay atop Han Jingman, her arms encircling the base of her thighs. With a slight push from her lower abdomen and a sudden thrust, the cock buried itself deep between the two “clam” folds.

She did not enter.

The cock was merely embedded within the folds, pinning down the clitoris that had just peeked out.

For Han Jingman, she always wanted to show more tenderness.

“Mmh, ha… mm…”

The impact of the cock made Han Jingman instinctively tighten her legs around Ling Yu’s waist. The fluids rushed out like crazy, and the moist, tender flesh trembled violently, sucking the cock and refusing to let go.

Ling Yu tried to move the cock up and down; the folds fought desperately to keep it there, but ultimately the thick strength of the Alpha won out. Ling Yu unceremoniously pressed the cock against the vagina, grinding it hard and sending the clitoris hiding in every direction, with nowhere to retreat.

The cock, carrying a layer of crystalline moisture, traveled through the depths of the vagina, appearing and disappearing.

Han Jingman clung tightly to Ling Yu’s embrace, letting out urgent, delicate pants like a kitten begging for food, scratching hard at Ling Yu’s heart.

Ling Yu buried her head in the side of Han Jingman’s neck, the thrusting below never slowing as she charged through the pussy. Han Jingman whimpered and hooked her arms around Ling Yu’s neck, lifting her head restlessly into the air. Her exposed gland radiated a seductive scent of red wine.

Ling Yu leaned in and accurately found that protrusion, extending her tongue to lick it gently. Even with her lust peaking, she was unwilling to bite down. If she took that bite, she and Han Jingman would be finished forever.

“Wuu… ugh…”

The gland on the back of Han Jingman’s neck opened silently. Under Ling Yu’s licking, it slowly released its intoxicating wine scent.

“Be good. This isn’t pain. Relax…”

Ling Yu did her best to let Han Jingman’s gland slowly accept her pheromones without being marked.

The cock, drenched in fluids, continued to crash into Han Jingman’s vagina. After a burst of violent impact and friction, the flesh of the vagina suddenly tightened with force, and the vagina swelled hard. The lovely little folds trembled violently, trapping the cock that was causing such chaos inside her.

Han Jingman’s lower abdomen constricted. Her arms clung to Ling Yu’s shoulder blades as her lower body urgently crashed toward the burning cock. Her pussy pressed against the fleshy cock, and her toes curled suddenly.

“Wuu… ugh… ah!”

A flood of fluids poured out from the vagina, drenching the burning cock.

Han Jingman opened her mouth and bit down hard. Her lovely teeth left an even lovelier bite mark on Ling Yu’s shoulder.

With her lower half enjoying the drenching fluids and the area near her neck gland suddenly being bitten by Han Jingman, the double stimulation made Ling Yu shudder. The hot, white fluid sprayed out, drenching the pussy and splashing over Han Jingman’s belly, her navel, and even onto her breasts.