Chapter 113: Kiran TUNA 2
Kiran’s eyes, still wide and glittering with anticipation, held Eren transfixed. The seductive tension hummed between them, a tangible force in the strange chamber. Her breath, smelling of cinnamon and something metallic, ghosted over his lips, a promise of what was to come.
With a fluid, almost impossible grace, Kiran began to descend. Her hips swayed with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her silver-white hair rippling around her like liquid moonlight. She didn’t break eye contact as she knelt before him, her mismatched gaze unwavering. The broken mirror shards on the floor seemed to shimmer around her, reflecting the distorted dance of desire.
As she lowered herself, her hands left his dick for a moment, sliding down his thighs, then resting lightly on his knees. She paused there, her head tilted, her long hair spilling over her pale shoulders. The strange, sweet scent in the air intensified, pulling Eren deeper into the disorienting allure of the chamber.
"You are... quite the marvel, Veilwalker," she purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through him. Her eyes drifted, trailing from his chest down to his exposed cock, which now stood fully rigid, aching for her touch. A soft, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Truly unique. It’s no wonder Master is so fascinated."
She leaned forward, her breath warming his dick as she hovered just inches away. Eren’s heart pounded, a frantic drum against his ribs. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with a primal energy. He could feel the chaotic element of air around her, now a gentle, swirling current that brushed against his skin, teasing and tantalizing.
Slowly, agonizingly so, Kiran extended her tongue. It was a pale, slender thing, and it flickered out, tracing the very tip of his cock. A sharp gasp tore from Eren’s throat. It was a sensation he had never experienced, a hot, wet lick that sent a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through him.
"Uhh~ahh," he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching out, his fingers tangling in her impossibly soft, silver-blue hair. He gripped it, not to stop her, but to anchor himself, to control the trembling in his body.
Kiran chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his cock as she moved. "Oh, my sweet Veilwalker," she murmured, her words muffled as she took him into her mouth.
It was a slow, deliberate envelopment. Her lips were soft, surprisingly gentle, but her mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly deep. She took him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, her throat working in a practiced rhythm. Eren’s knees buckled slightly, and he tightened his grip on her hair, his fingers digging into the cool strands.