SSS Awakening: I Become The Strongest Breeding Knight

Chapter 126: 126. The Mouth of A Rabbit... It’s So Hard To Explain It With Words**

”It’s fine,” I said, and I was lying, and she probably knew I was lying, and she saw it in my eyes, and she bit her lip, and then she smiled.

That smile again, that ruinous, beautiful, dangerous smile... and she went back down, and this time she was careful.

She was so careful, and her tongue was doing something to me that I can’t even describe, something that defied language and logic and every rule of pleasure I’d ever known.

Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around the head of my cock, tracing every ridge, every vein, and every sensitive point.

The softness of her mouth combined with the precision of her tongue created a sensation so intense that I felt my whole body go rigid, felt my fingers dig into the ground, and felt my teeth clench so hard I thought they’d break.

”F-fuck,” I gasped, and my hips bucked involuntarily, and she caught me, her small hands gripping my thighs, and she looked up at me with those glowing eyes and said, ”Is that good?”

”Yes,” I managed. Yes, it’s—”

And then she went deeper.

She slid down my shaft, slowly, and I felt her mouth stretching to accommodate me and felt the warmth of her throat and the wet, tight embrace of her lips, and then she pulled back.

She was gasping, her cheeks flushed, her ears trembling, and she looked at me with wide, startled eyes. ”I...”

”I think I pulled too hard,” she whispered, and her ears drooped, and she looked like she was about to cry. ”I’m sorry, Roland, I’m so sorry, I just—”

”Eveline.” I grabbed her hands, and I held them, and I looked her in the eyes. ”Stop... Stop apologizing.”

”You did nothing wrong... Do you understand me?”

”Nothing! You’re doing fucking amazing.”

She stared at me for a long moment, and then she let out this little laugh—a shaky, relieved, happy laugh—and she said, ”You’re really nice to me, you know that?”

”I’m nice to you because you deserve it,” I said, and I meant it.

And then she went back down.

And this time, she was focused. Her tongue found the spot, right on the ridge, right at the opening, and she started moving it in those slow, circling motions again, and I felt my cock throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

I felt the precum building, felt my whole body tightening, and felt the pleasure building like a tidal wave, and I knew... I knew I couldn’t hold it back.

Not this time.

Not with her mouth on me like that, with her tongue doing that to me, with her breasts pressing against my thighs and her ears vibrating with every breath she took.

”Eveline,” I said, and my voice was a whisper, a warning, a plea. ”Eveline, I’m going to—”

”I know,” she whispered, and she looked up at me, and her eyes were full of want, full of devotion, full of the pure, unadulterated joy of giving me something she knew I needed.

And then she took me all the way in.

She took me all the fucking way in.

I felt my cock slide deep into her mouth, felt her throat open up to receive me, and felt the incredible, overwhelming warmth of her swallow, and then I came.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

I came like I’d never come before. I

came like the world was ending and this was the only thing that mattered.

I came with everything I had—every drop, every pulse, every ounce of pleasure and love and her—and it poured into her mouth, into her throat, and she held it.

She held me in her mouth, her lips sealed tight, her throat working in slow, steady swallows, and I could feel her throat contracting around me, swallowing, swallowing again, drinking me in, and I felt her breasts trembling against my thighs.

I felt her ears curling and uncurling and felt her body shaking with the intensity of what she was doing, and I let out a sound that wasn’t even human.

A low, guttural, broken sound that echoed off the cave walls and filled the night with the sound of a man losing himself completely.

She stayed there for a long time.

She stayed there until I was spent, until my cock was soft and twitching and leaking... maybe until the world had stopped spinning and I could finally breathe again, and then she slowly, slowly pulled back.

She opened her mouth, and her tongue lolled out, and she looked at me with those wide, dazed eyes, and she said, in a voice that was barely a whisper: ”Oh my gods... so much... so much came out... it’s so thick...”

She was smiling. She was smiling with her tongue out, and her face was covered in me, and her eyes were glowing, and her ears were standing straight up like she’d just witnessed a miracle.

And I couldn’t stop laughing. I was laughing so hard my ribs ached, my eyes were watering, my chest was heaving, and she was laughing too—a bright, happy, victorious laugh, and she looked at me like she’d just won the greatest prize in the world.

”That was...” I started, but I couldn’t finish.

I just shook my head, and she laughed harder, and her ears were doing that thing again—curling, uncurling, like they were celebrating.

She reached down and took both of my hands in hers, and she held them, and she looked at me with those eyes—those beautiful, glowing, heart-filled eyes. and s

She said. ”Roland. I think... I think I did it.”

”I think I really did it.”

I looked at her, at her face, at her body, at the white-coated breasts and the glistening lips and the wide, honest smile and the trembling ears and the way she was looking at me like I was the most important thing in the entire universe.

I felt something in my chest crack open... not break, but crack open like a seed splitting apart to let something grow.

I reached out and patted her head gently and softly, and she leaned into my touch like a cat, like she’d been waiting for it her whole life, and then I pulled her into my arms, and I hugged her.

I held her, and I held her like she was the most precious thing I’d ever found, and she pressed her face into my chest, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing to match mine.

”I love you,” she whispered against my chest, and her ears curled around my arm, and I held her tighter, and I whispered back:

”I love you too, Eveline. More than you’ll ever know.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her, and the moonlight... that silver, impossible moonlight that seemed to follow us everywhere caught her face.

She was still glistening, still wearing that half-luminous, half-devoured expression, and I swear to God, I had never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.

But then she shifted.

She straddled my thighs, her knees digging into the bedroll, and her hips settled over me in a way that made my breath hitch.

She was soaking. Her pussy was already dripping, already slick, and she lowered herself just a fraction... just enough so that the swollen, throbbing head of my cock pressed against her entrance.

She started to slide. Not push, and also not thrust.

Just... slide.

Back and forth.

The tip of me tracing the soft, impossibly warm lips of her pussy, dragging slowly, teasingly, letting her own juices coat me, making me wet with her... making us one wet, slick, desperate thing.

”Nnnngh—” The sound tore out of me before I could stop it.

My teeth ground together so hard I tasted copper. My whole body locked up, every muscle turning to iron, every nerve ending screaming at me.

I grabbed her hips... not hard, not yet—and I looked up at her with eyes that were probably wild, probably dangerous.

I said, ”Eveline... You’re going to break me.”

”You’re going to break the one rule I have—I don’t go all out...”

”I don’t lose control... I don’t become... that best... just for today.”

”What beast, Roland?” she whispered, and her ears were flat against her head, and her eyes were glowing like two amber lanterns.

She leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. ”Show me the beast... I want to see him.”

”I want to see you.”

”You promised, right...? To show me everything that you are.”