The True Endgame 179 Vol. 3 Pt. 49 Patch 9.0: The Catacombs' Secre

"You really are perfect, Ca.s.sandra," Fenrir says as he returns his lips to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Nngh… it's – it's embarra.s.sing when you say that while doing this," Ca.s.siel says, hands resting on the back of his head as he lovingly kisses and sucks her nipples.

With Fenrir on top of her now, she can feel his throbbing, erect tool rubbing up against her warm, bare thigh.

Not wanting him to be the only one doing anything, she slides one hand down between their bodies to his c.o.c.k and gently traces the tips of her fingers along it before wrapping them around it. Her fingers can completely reach around it, but only barely thanks to the increased girth he gave himself during character creation.

Ca.s.siel arches her back and lets out a rolling moan when Fenrir switches things up by gently nibbling on one of her nipples. "Li-like that," she moans.

Fenrir, remembering that Ca.s.siel is the one in his relations.h.i.+p liking things more on the rough side, gives her exactly what she wants. He starts biting slightly rougher on her nipple while his hand pinches her free nipple between two of its fingers, pulling on it and twisting it. Furthermore, he brings up one of his knees between her legs and essentially positions it so that it's grinding up against her crotch.

Ca.s.siel doesn't know how to feel about the fact that her hips are rubbing against his knee on their own, mainly because it's the fact that it's his knee which makes her feel weird about it, but it feels good which is more important.

With his knee against her crotch, mouth around one of her nipples and hand teasing the other, he uses his free hand to slide up behind her to the back of her head. She has no idea what he plans on doing with it until she feels him grab her hair and pull on it, causing her to moan out even louder than before.

Instinctively, she wants to call him a b.a.s.t.a.r.d and tell him to be careful, but she knows that he's doing this for her own pleasure and not to hurt her. It's working, too.

Ca.s.siel's hand around his c.o.c.k forms a tighter grip as she starts to pump his length up and down as much as she can in this position. She's worried that she'll hurt him from squeezing too tightly, but going by his expression and the fact that he's starting to move his own hips as if wanting to hump her hand, she takes it that she's doing it alright.

Since Fenrir got the headstart on pleasuring her, Ca.s.siel is the one who reaches o.r.g.a.s.mic pleasure first.

Her hand on the back of his head pulls him even closer to her breast as her hand around his c.o.c.k tightens, her back arching and hips shaking as she c.u.ms from the combined a.s.sault on her breast, crotch, and hair.

Fenrir pulls away from her breast to look up at her red, panting face.

"Do-don't say it… it's already embarra.s.sing," Ca.s.siel sighs.

With a smile, Fenrir does as she said and places a kiss on her lips instead.

"Ready for the next part?" he asks, gripping his c.o.c.k to aim it against her lower lips.

Ca.s.siel looks away.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I… I – I want our next time doing that to be – to be with our real bodies," she explains.

Fenrir is a kind and patient man, but he's got to admit that between both Nell and Ca.s.siel refusing actual s.e.x, he's starting to feel blueballed.

"B-but, I know – I know you like that one thing in your favorites, and… I think it'd be fun to try it," she says, placing her hands on the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to push them together while still looking away.

Fenrir takes back what he was thinking about feeling blueballed. "You might not have become one of Livia's angels, but you're definitely an angel to me," Fenrir teases, kissing her on the lips again before leaning up to straddle her abdomen.

With this new position of his, it might be the first time that Ca.s.siel has ever seen his c.o.c.k this close up before. At least, it's the first time she's ever paid attention to it this closely before. "Why – why did you have to make it so big?" she asks.

"What guy doesn't want a bigger d.i.c.k?" Fenrir replies.

"I – I get that, but… your – your real one is better."

"Then you'll just have to do this for me sometime in real life, too."

This is normally when Fenrir would expect to get some sort of tsundere response out of her, but instead, she nods her head and says, "I – I will."

He can't wait any longer.

Sliding his c.o.c.k up between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he already wants to moan from just how incredible they feel around his c.o.c.k. The good part about his increased size is that the tip of his tool actually sticks up out of the top of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, giving Ca.s.siel something to boldly lick when she notices it poking up.

"You like that in your favorites, right?" she asks, her cheeks burning red and her eyes looking like she's about to cry from just how nervous and embarra.s.sed she is.

"You're seriously perfect, Ca.s.sandra," Fenrir praises, petting the top of her head.

She smiles and goes back to gently lapping at the exposed tip of his c.o.c.k.
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If she really wants to do something out of his favorites, then this could get even better.

Fenrir scoots up a bit higher on her abdomen and thrusts his hips forward more, allowing more of his c.o.c.k to reach her face.

Ca.s.siel immediately catches onto what he's trying to do and plays along by parting her lips. With a bit of aiming, Fenrir is able to push the tip of his c.o.c.k past her lips for her to suck on and lick more easily while still getting the pleasure of having her t.i.ts wrapped around his length.

What he wants to do next might be difficult. He wants to properly f.u.c.k her t.i.ts, but at the same time, he wants to keep his tip inside of her mouth. Fortunately, she does like it rough which will make this easier.

Fenrir takes another tight grip of her hair on the back of her head and uses that hold to pull her head forward, making it easier for his c.o.c.k to penetrate deeper into her mouth while still getting to thrust back and forth between her t.i.ts.

She looks up at him with l.u.s.tful eyes. He can feel her moans subtly vibrating against his c.o.c.k as he roughly f.u.c.ks both her t.i.ts and her mouth.

"I love you, my perfect Ca.s.sandra," Fenrir moans out.

Ca.s.siel averts her eyes from his embarra.s.sing words, but only for a second before she returns them to his own. She doesn't want to be too shy and insecure that she can't even look at her boyfriend's face while doing something like this with him. She wants to watch him and see just how good she can make him feel – how good she can make the man she loves feel.

Between her tightly pus.h.i.+ng her b.r.e.a.s.t.s together around his c.o.c.k and her mouth increasingly sucking harder and harder on his c.o.c.k, she's able to make his large c.o.c.k c.u.m after just a few minutes.

Fenrir moans out and releases his grip on her head as his c.o.c.k spews thick ropes of his seed into her mouth. He wasn't expecting her to try and swallow it, especially since he released her head, but Ca.s.siel keeps her head still and does her best to swallow down every last drop of his seed.

"You – ngh, you – you don't have to—" Fenrir tries moaning out to her, but he stops when he sees her determined, teary eyes. "You're too good for me," he says.

Ca.s.siel shakes her head from side to side while somehow managing to keep the tip of his c.u.mming c.o.c.k in her mouth. She manages to swallow all of his c.u.m before releasing him from her mouth and allowing her boyfriend to roll off of her, landing on his back next to her once more.

"Thanks, Ca.s.sandra. That was incredible," Fenrir says, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey," Ca.s.siel says, staring at him and pointing at her lips. "I deserve a real kiss for that."

Fenrir cringes even though he knows it's true.

He just doesn't want to taste himself on her.

But, she did swallow all of his c.u.m without him even asking her to, so she does deserve it.

He presses his lips against hers.

She was only expecting a quick peck on the lips, but instead, he keeps his lips against hers to pa.s.sionately kiss her as if there is no taste there making him want to pull away and clean his mouth out.

He really does want to do that.

After several more minutes of kissing, Fenrir pulls away, resists the temptation to stick out his tongue, and says, "I want to c.u.m on your chest next time."

"Where – why – what makes you say that?" Ca.s.siel asks.

"Because, you'd look hot with my c.u.m on your b.o.o.bs."

"You perverted dog bas—"

Fenrir looks at her with expectant eyes.

"Bas-bas…"

Fenrir waits for it.

"Per-perverted dog Ryouta…"

She's too cute to not kiss again.