Chapter 16: Tease for a Tease (H)
Ebonara was annoyed, but the next moment her smirk turned downright predatory as she pinned Hyun-woo beneath her.
She ground her hips once more against his dick, this time slowly, deliberately dragging her soaked folds along the full length of his cock.
Now it was her turn to tease him.
The slick heat of her teased him mercilessly, coating him until his stomach and penis glistened in the dim purple crystal light of the room.
"You’re so hard…" she purred, voice thick with amusement and mischievous hunger. "You will pay for what you've done."
Hyun-woo’s answer was a low groan. His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her scale line.
"Apparently… not enough," he managed, voice rough.
That was all the invitation she needed.
Ebonara lifted herself just high enough, aligned him with her entrance, and sank down in one long, smooth motion.
Both of them gasped at the same time.
She was still swollen and sensitive from earlier, her walls fluttering around his penis like they were trying to pull him deeper.
A thick trail of liquid from their earlier combined release leaked out around where they were joined, running down his balls and soaking the already ruined sheets.
"Fuuuck…" Hyun-woo breathed, head falling back against the black furs.
Ebonara didn’t give him time to adjust.
She started riding him hard, rolling thrusts that made her heavy breasts bounce hypnotically with each downward slam. Wet slaps echoed through the cavern, obscene and rhythmic. Her tail trailed right in front of her, caressing his face tenderly, smooth scales sliding against his skin.
Hyun-woo thrust up to meet her, matching her pace. One hand slid up to palm her breast, thumb flicking over the stiff rosy nipple, while the other gripped her ass, spreading her slightly so she could feel the cold air.
Ebonara’s eight eyes cycled through molten gold and deep crimson. Tiny glowing hearts flickered in every iris.
"Yes… right there… harder…" she hissed, voice breaking into a moan when he angled just right and hit that perfect spot inside her.
They were lost in it, completely in sync there sweat-slick skin sliding together, desperate kisses muffling their groans, when suddenly, Ebonara froze mid-thrust.
Hyun-woo blinked up at her, dazed. "Ebo…?"
She wrinkled her nose.
"…What?" she said, a mischievous smile blooming on her face, voice teasing. "I told you, didn’t I? You will pay."
He stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. He was annoyed, yet he was laughing.
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously."
And with that, she lifted herself off him with a wet schlick. His cock slapped back against his stomach, glistening and throbbing angrily at the sudden abandonment.
Ebonara climbed off the bed, tail swaying with purpose.
"I need a shower."
She walked naked toward the exit without hesitation, her butt swaying hypnotically with every step.
Hyun-woo groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. "You’re evil."
"Five minutes," she called over her shoulder, already walking toward the far tunnel that led deeper into the cavern system. "Aren’t you coming?"
And with that, Hyun-woo scrambled to follow her.
The bedroom cavern was beautiful in its own quiet way. Polished dark stone walls, clusters of faintly glowing amethyst crystals embedded like stars, thick black furs and silk sheets on the enormous low bed.
But the shower… that was somewhere else.
Ebonara padded barefoot down a narrow, smooth stone corridor that gently sloped downward. The air grew cooler, damper. Tiny trickles of water could be heard long before she reached the chamber.
The shower room was a natural hollow carved by centuries of underground springs.
The ceiling was high and uneven, studded with stalactites that sparkled like wet diamonds in the soft blue-green glow of bioluminescent moss clinging to the walls. A wide, shallow pool had formed in the center, fed by a thin, constant waterfall that poured from a crack high above. It steamed faintly because the water came from some warm geothermal vein deep below the desert.
Steam curled lazily in the air. The stone underfoot was worn smooth and slightly warm. Small ledges of black rock held neatly folded towels and a few glass vials of sweetly scented oils.
Ebonara stepped under the falling water without hesitation.
Hot water cascaded over her, running down her long black hair, over her shoulders, between her breasts, tracing every curve and scale. She tipped her head back, letting it soak her completely, tail swaying lazily behind her like a contented cat.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Bare footsteps echoed softly behind her.
After a moment, Hyun-woo appeared in the arched entrance. Still gloriously naked, hair a disaster, cock still half-hard from earlier.
He stopped short, staring.
The sight of her body, wet, steam-kissed, water streaming over every perfect inch of her body, was apparently enough to render him temporarily speechless.
Ebonara glanced over her shoulder, smirked, and crooked one black-clawed finger at him.
"Coming, cutie pie?"
Hyun-woo swallowed hard.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. "Coming."
He crossed the chamber in three strides and stepped under the warm waterfall with her.
Water sluiced over both of them. Steam rose thicker now. Ebonara turned, pressing her slick body against his, breasts flattening against his chest as she wound her arms around his neck.
"Are you that desperate?" she murmured against his lips.
"Just for you," he answered, hands already sliding down her wet back.
Ebonara’s smirk deepened as she pressed closer, slick skin sliding against slick skin under the warm water. Water poured over their heads, matting her long black hair to her back and turning Hyun-woo’s messy strands into dark, dripping silk.
"Just for me, hm?" she teased, voice low and velvet-smooth against his ear. She nipped the lobe gently, sharp enough to sting, soft enough to promise more. "You say that now… but you were laughing when I left you high and dry on the bed."
Hyun-woo felt a tingle rush through his body when she bit his earlobe. He liked this feeling.
His hands roamed lower, cupping the generous curves of her ass and squeezing them, possessive. "You think you’re the only one who can tease?" he murmured back, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her jaw. "Two can play that game, Ebo."
Before she could fire back, he spun Ebonara around, pressing her back against the warm, wet stone wall.
Ebonara’s breath hitched when he dropped to one knee in front of her.
"Hyun…?"
He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he hooked one of her thighs over his shoulder, opening her to him.
Hot water streamed down her body, tracing rivulets between her breasts, over her stomach, and finally dripping from the swollen lips of her pussy right in front of his face.
He looked up at her through her thighs, his brown eyes dark with intent.
"Payback," he said simply.
Then his mouth was on her.
Slow at first. Agonizingly slow.
Just the flat of his tongue dragging from her entrance up to her clit in one long, deliberate lick.
Ebonara’s head thunked back against the stone, a choked moan escaping her. Her tail lashed once, splashing water against the wall, then curled tightly around his upper arm like she needed something to hold onto.
She was on edge, too, you know.
He didn’t rush.
He savored her, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue in lazy, feather-light patterns, then flattening it again to lap at her entrance where she was still leaking her new mess.
Every time she tried to rock forward for more friction, he pulled back just enough to keep her on edge.
"Cutie pie…" Her voice cracked, half growl, half plea. "Stop… playing…"
He hummed against her instead, the vibration shooting straight through her core.
Only then did he finally give her what she wanted.
His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, while two fingers slid inside her, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot that made her legs tremble.
The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers were obscene even under the waterfall; every suck, every curl, every flick of his tongue echoed softly off the mossy walls.
Ebonara’s claws scraped harmlessly against the stone behind her. Her tail tightened around his arm hard enough to bruise a normal man. Her eight eyes flared bright gold, hearts pulsing wildly.
"Close… fuck… don’t stop…"
He didn’t.
He sped up, fingers thrusting faster, tongue flicking relentlessly at her bead, until her whole body seized.
She came with a sharp, broken cry that bounced around the cavern.
Her walls clamped down on his fingers with strong pressure first, then she released. Warm liquid gushed down, mixing with the hot water pouring over them. Her tail thrashed, slapping wetly against his back.
Hyun-woo didn’t stop until she was shaking, oversensitive and whimpering.
Only then did he rise slowly, kissing his way up her trembling stomach, between her breasts, along her throat, until he reached her mouth.
He kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Ebonara growled into the kiss, suddenly flipping their positions again so this time his back hit the wall.
"My turn," she rasped.
She dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, water streaming over her shoulders, her tail swaying pleasingly behind her.
She didn’t tease for long.
One long lick from base to tip, slow enough to make him hiss, then she took him into her mouth in a single, deep glide.
Hyun-woo’s head fell back against the stone with a thud.
"Fuck… Ebo…"
Mind you, he was also on the edge after being blue-balled before.
She hummed around his shaft, the vibration making his hips jerk. Her tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke while one hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.
The other hand slid between his legs, cupping and gently rolling his balls, then tracing back to press a single slick finger against his perineum. Just enough pressure to make his thighs shake. This was payback.
She worked him with the same ruthless patience he’d used on her before slow, deep sucks, then faster bobs of her head, cheeks hollowing, until his breathing turned ragged and his fingers tangled in her wet hair.
"Ebo… close… gonna…"
She pulled off with a wet pop just as he started to tense.
Hyun-woo groaned in frustration, hips chasing her mouth.
She rose gracefully, smirking, water dripping from her lashes.
"Not yet," she whispered against his lips. "I want you to say please."
Hyun-woo made a weird face in frustration.
"Please," Hyun-woo said. He was very much annoyed.
"I can’t hear you?" Ebonara was enjoying his reactions.
"I want to, Ebo. Please." Hyun-woo was getting desperate. Despite that, he didn’t really get angry, but his annoyance might just turn into anger soon.
"Okay, cutie pie."
She turned, braced both hands against the stone wall, arched her back, and looked at him over her shoulder. Her tail lifted invitingly, presenting herself.
Hyun-woo didn’t need to be told twice.
He stepped up behind her, gripped her hips, and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.
They both moaned at the same time.
This time, there was no slow build.
He fucked her hard and fast, punishing snaps of his hips that slapped wetly against her ass with every thrust.
Water rained down around them, making every slide slicker, hotter. Her breasts bounced heavily with each impact; he reached around to palm them, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she keened.
Ebonara pushed back to meet him, claws scraping stone, tail wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
"Harder… fuck me harder…"
He obliged.
The rhythm turned brutal… deep, punishing strokes that hit her cervix on every thrust. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking him relentlessly.
When she came again, a violent jerk made her whole body lock up, pussy spasming so hard it dragged him over the edge with her.
Hyun-woo buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. Ebonara shuddered through the aftershocks, milking every last drop while her tail tightened around him like she never wanted to let go.
For a long moment, they just stood there, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together under the warm waterfall.
Finally, Ebonara let out a breathless laugh.
"…Okay," she murmured, turning in his arms to kiss him slow and lazy. "Maybe you’re forgiven."
Hyun-woo grinned against her lips, hands still roaming her wet curves.
"Only maybe?"
She nipped his bottom lip.
"Maybe not?" she said, and smiled as she started moving again.
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