Chapter 138: TUNA 1
Luna’s eyes, dark with a hunger that promised profound pleasure, lingered on Eren’s erection. "Wow," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty sound. "So this is what Kiran was enjoying all along."
Her fingers, cool and soft, wrapped around the base of his dick, her thumb stroking the engorged head. He felt a shiver ripple through him, a stark contrast to the raw power Kiran had commanded. This was different. This was a slow, deliberate seduction.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, carrying the intoxicating scent of flowers and something deeper, something uniquely hers. Her tongue, nimble and wet, traced the sensitive rim of his dickhead, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps down his arms. Eren groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders, his knuckles white.
Luna chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through him. She took the tip of his dick into her mouth, her lips a soft, teasing caress. She didn’t plunge. Instead, she sucked lightly, drawing him in just an inch, then releasing him, pulling back with a wet.
SLURP.
Each time, her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, a dizzying dance that promised more.
"Mmm... Luna..." Eren managed to gasp, his voice thick with building desire.
She looked up at him, her eyes holding his gaze, a challenge and an invitation swirling in their depths. Then, slowly, gracefully, she took more of him into her mouth. Not deep, not yet. Just enough to warm him, to make him ache with wanting. Her suction was gentle, incredibly subtle, yet intensely arousing. She worked her lips with exquisite control, pulling him in with soft pressure, then easing back, making him feel every inch of his pulsating length.
Her hands, meanwhile, moved lower. One hand cupped his balls, her fingers gently sifting through the coarse hair, teasing the sensitive skin. Her thumb began to stroke, a feather-light touch against his perineum, sending shocks of pleasure straight up his spine. The other hand traced the underside of his shaft, drawing lazy circles, driving him slowly, exquisitely mad.
"Ahhh... Luna... slow..." Eren breathed, his body trembling slightly. He felt his dick throb, growing even harder in her mouth, aching to be taken deeper.
She continued, her pace unhurried, her focus absolute. Her tongue, a velvet-soft instrument of torture, swirled around his dick, tracing every ridge, tasting every surface. She paid special attention to the underside, where his nerves were most exposed, her tongue flicking, teasing, making him twitch with pleasure. She would suck, slowly, deeply, her throat working, then pull back, letting him feel the cool air against his slick skin before drawing him back in. Each time, she would gently brush her lips against his balls, a fleeting, electric touch that made him groan.