Chapter 433: Having fun with the princess of the Sun Clan (+18)
Jezabel’s skin was hot, marked by a few recent bruises on her ribs and shoulder. He ran his fingers over them gently.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"A little. But I like it when you touch. Keep going."
He caressed her slowly, from the small of her back up to her neck, following the curve of her spine. Jezabel closed her eyes and let out a small sigh of contentment. She leaned in and kissed his neck, then moved down to his collarbone, nibbling just enough to leave a mark.
"You know the others are going to wonder where we are," Klein said between breaths.
"Let them go fuck themselves. I’ve earned a break... You have too."
She straightened up, sitting on him, and looked him straight in the eyes. Her short hair was messy, her blue eyes shining with a mix of arrogance and raw desire.
"Klein, stop playing the worried leader. I want you... Just you and me, here, in this tent."
He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her side. Now he was on top. He kissed the hollow of her neck, then lower, on her chest. Jezabel arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Yes... like that," she murmured. "Harder."
They kept caressing each other for long minutes, exploring every mark, every sensitive spot. Klein’s hands slid over her thighs, over her flat stomach, up to her breasts. Jezabel responded by touching him everywhere she could, lightly scratching his back when the pleasure rose.
"Fuck, you’re hot..." she growled, feeling his arousal against her.
Klein didn’t answer with words. He kissed her again, long and deep, while sliding his hand between her legs. Jezabel spread her thighs without hesitation and let out a hoarse moan when his fingers found her.
"Don’t stop..."
They made love like that, slowly at first, then faster.
Afterward, they lay against each other, sweaty and breathless. Jezabel rested her head on his chest and traced circles with her fingertip on his skin.
"You’d better come see me after the next fight," she said in a voice already sleepy. "I hate it when you disappear for too long."
"I always come back," Klein replied, running a hand through her short hair. "But try not to get yourself killed before."
She chuckled softly.
"You’re the one saying that? The guy who always charges in first? You’re a hypocrite, Klein. A handsome hypocrite."
They stayed silent for a moment, just listening to the rain beating on the tent canvas. Klein felt Jezabel’s warm body against his, her breathing slowing down.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked suddenly.
"Nothing... Usually I always have a thousand things in my head."
In fact he was thinking a lot about Olivia... But he couldn’t say that to Jezabel.
"Then enjoy it."
She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him.
"We still have a little time before someone comes looking for us. Want to start again?"
Klein smiled.
"Why not."
Jezabel sat up on the furs, her eyes shining with a hunger that was not yet satisfied. Her breasts were full, round and firm, with pink nipples still hard after their first round.
Sweat made her fair skin glisten, especially between her breasts and on her flat stomach marked by the light traces of their hands. She grabbed Klein’s right hand and brought it straight to her mouth.
She sucked two of his fingers at once, slowly, wrapping her hot, wet tongue around them. Her lips were swollen, red, and she squeezed them tight while looking him straight in the eyes. A small moan vibrated around his fingers.
"Mmmh..." she said, pushing them deeper until her knuckles touched the back of her throat. She salivated heavily, letting a trickle run down her chin.
Klein groaned, his cock already hard again. Jezabel pulled the fingers out with a wet pop and smiled, arrogant as always.
"Lie down properly," she ordered. "It’s my turn."
He settled onto his back. She positioned herself between his legs, on her knees, and took his thick cock in both hands. She spat directly on it, a long string of saliva that ran over the head and down the thick vein. Then she leaned forward and trapped the cock between her beautiful heavy breasts. She pressed them with both hands, crushing them around the hard flesh.
She began to move her upper body up and down. Her breasts slid perfectly around the shaft, warm, soft and firm at the same time. With each upward movement, the head emerged between her tits and she licked it with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"Fuck, it’s so big..." she murmured, speeding up. Her breasts slapped lightly against each other. She squeezed harder, crushing them so the cock was completely sandwiched.
Klein placed a hand on her short-haired head. Jezabel opened her mouth wide and sucked the tip with each rise. She sucked noisily, cheeks hollowed, making wet throaty sounds.
"Hmmmph... gluck... mmmh!"
She went lower. This time she didn’t settle for her breasts. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed half the cock in one go. Her lips stretched around the thickness. She pushed her head forward, forcing it, until the head hit the back of her throat.
"Gluuuuck...!"
Her blue eyes grew a little watery but she didn’t pull back. She held the position, her nose almost pressed against his stomach, her throat contracting around him. Deep throaty sounds came from her full mouth. She breathed through her nose, quickly, drooling heavily on his balls.
Klein groaned and grabbed her short hair. He started moving his hips, pushing deeper with each thrust. Jezabel moaned loudly around his cock.
"Mmmph! Hnnngh... gluck gluck gluck!"
She loved it. Her saliva flowed everywhere, on her chin, on her breasts that continued to massage the base. She sucked everything in, cheeks hollowed, tongue pressed against the underside vein. With each withdrawal she caught her breath in gasps, then plunged back immediately, even deeper.
"Fuck my throat... yes... like that..." she managed to say between two plunges.
Klein held her by the head and gave harder thrusts. The tent echoed with the wet sucking sounds and Jezabel’s muffled moans. Her breasts bounced with each movement, red from being squeezed so much.
