"Hm, you get that for lying to me..."
His cock lay heavy against his abdomen, twitching slightly with every beat of his heart.
But Asperia’s eyes were drawn lower—to the firm weight of his balls resting beneath, full and tight, slightly glossy with sweat. She exhaled softly, a shiver in her breath.
So this is where it all comes from...
She lowered herself between his legs, the strands of her golden hair brushing against his thighs, and looked up at him—directly, intently—as her warm breath fanned over his sac. Vex’s stomach clenched.
"Wh-wait, I promise I will lie don’t bite them—"
But she didn’t answer.
Her lips parted as she gave his balls a slow, experimental lick—just one, right along the curve of one orb, wet and lingering. Her tongue was hot, soft, and tentative.
He jerked slightly, groaning. "Fuck..."
Asperia’s eyes sparkled at that. She did it again—longer this time, slower—her tongue pressing firmer, then following with a small kiss, then a second.
Her inexperience was obvious, but there was something hypnotic in the way she was learning through his reactions, testing every sound, every twitch of his legs and hips.
"You’re so warm down here..." she whispered, her lips brushing the skin. "Does it... feel good?"
Her voice was soft, barely audible, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to ask—but curious enough to do it anyway.
She kissed his left ball, then suckled it into her mouth with a quiet pop.
Her cheeks hollowed slightly, tongue swirling around it, heat and wetness engulfing him.
She moaned faintly as she sucked, almost instinctively, like she was savoring the feel.
Vex’s fingers dug into the sheets. "Fucking—hell, Asperia—"
She smiled faintly, pulling back with a slick gasp, her lips shiny, face flushed. "You twitch more when I suck it this way... Are you more sensitive here?"
She didn’t wait for his answer. Her hands spread gently over his thighs, holding him steady as she leaned in again.
This time she sucked both orbs, alternating between them—one in her mouth, the other kissed and licked with dripping hunger.
Her hot breath coated his skin with every gasp between sucks.
Slurp... mmm...
Each wet sound was unintentional, messy, but it only made her more curious.
Her eyes stayed locked on his face the entire time—watching him groan, bite his lip, clench his abs as she lavished his balls with unrefined, eager attention.
"You’re leaking from the top now..." she whispered as her gaze finally trailed upward, past the twitching base of his cock to the glistening tip.
She let her fingers wrap around his shaft—slow, reverent—and dragged her tongue up the line between his balls to the base.
"I wonder if it throbs harder when I do this..."
She licked up the underside of his shaft, slow and wet—until her lips met the head.
Then her mouth opened.
And she took him in.
Her mouth was warm, tentative—like she was still figuring out what she liked.
Her lips stretched around the tip of his cock, slow, unsure, and her breath came hard through her nose, making her chest rise and fall in uneven waves.
’Gods... he’s thick as cucumber...’
Asperia pulled back slightly, panting, a thin string of saliva trailing from her lips to the swollen head of his shaft.
Her chest heaved, her full breasts pressing tight against her thin dress, nipples poking against the fabric with every ragged breath. She blinked at his cock, flushed and twitching, glistening with her spit.
"I can... taste your heartbeat," she whispered, brushing her fingers along the pulsing vein beneath his shaft. "It’s so warm. Is that why it throbs like this when you’re... about to cum?"
Vex groaned, his fingers tangled in the sheets. "Y-you’re really... asking that now?" he choked out, sweat beading down his temples.
Her eyes flicked up, wide and glinting with innocence and fascination. "I don’t know what it means when it jerks like this..." She squeezed it lightly and leaned in again, whispering against the base, "Tell me what it’s trying to say."
She sucked him again—deeper this time—slow, sloppy, eager.
Her inexperience showed in the uneven rhythm, the way she gagged slightly, then pulled off and licked the underside in long, shaky strokes, panting.
"I can’t take all of it... But I want to feel everything you’re hiding here," she whispered, running her tongue up the side. "Even the part that leaks... I want to know why it tastes sweet... and salty."
Her hand was tight now, stroking him wet and fast while her lips stayed glued to the head, tongue dancing beneath it in circles.
Each movement jolted Vex’s hips; his groans were louder, more urgent now.
"Asperia—fuck—stop, I’m—gonna—!"
The words were barely out before she pulled away, lips parting with a wet gasp, breath hot and fast as she stared at his twitching cock—still jerking violently in her hand.
She wanted to see it.
Wanted to feel what happened when a man couldn’t hold back anymore.
And he couldn’t.
"Ahh—fuck—I am about to shoot!"
’!’
Asperia instantly retreated and closed her eyes for the first time after having kept looking at him until now, as if wanting something to smear on her face.
He erupted, thick white spurts launching across her cheek, splashing her nose, her lips, even dripping into the valley between her soft, jiggling breasts.
Her eyes went wide, breath caught—then her lips parted slightly as the next rope hit her upper lip, sliding down to her tongue.
’Warm... hot... sticky... it smells same as that day...’
She didn’t flinch.
Didn’t look away.
She held his cock steady in her hand, guiding the last weak spurts across her face like she was meant to wear them.
Her other hand slowly slid up her chest, fingers grazing her flushed skin, dipping under her dress to pinch her nipple as she exhaled a breathy moan.
"Mmm..."
Vex’s legs trembled. He lay there, chest heaving, panting like he’d just climbed a mountain barefoot.
He blinked up at her—at the golden-haired princess kneeling over him, her face painted in white streaks, her lips glistening, her breasts rising with hungry, fascinated breath.
She met his dazed stare with a curious tilt of her head. "So this is what happens when a man gives his seed out?"
Her fingers wiped some of the semen from her cheek. She held it up between thumb and forefinger, examining the thick strand stretching slowly between them.
Her breathing hadn’t slowed. Her lips parted again, this time whispering low, almost to herself—
"...Will it always be this messy?"
Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked her fingers clean—tongue soft and slow, eyes full of a new, dangerous sparkle.
"You taste like boiled peach."
Her face was covered in his cum.
Thick streaks smeared across her cheekbone, dripped from her chin, clung to the delicate curve beneath her eye. A creamy glob dangled just above her parted lips, which were swollen, red, and glistening from her work.
Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting what clung to the corner of her mouth—slow, unbothered, almost curious.
Her golden eyes stayed locked on him—glowing, intense, like she wanted him to see her like this. The strands of her messy blonde hair stuck to her damp skin, tangled from sweat and spit and everything in between.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling with heat.
She looked like a fucking dream.
Wild. Gorgeous. Marked by him.
His heart slammed against his ribs, his throat tightening, his eyes glued to her messy, perfect face as his mouth blurted it out in awe.
"I love you, Asperia..."