Transmigrated Into a Tribal World: My Alien Husbands Spoil Me Too Much

Chapter 72: Eating Him Out [M]

Axan’s breath caught in his throat as Maeve stroked him. He spread her legs wider, giving himself better access to her dripping center. His fingers slid easily inside her wet folds, pressing deeper as he continued to torment her nipple.

"You’re soaked," Axan groaned, his voice rough with arousal as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of her slick passage.

Maeve whimpered, her hand tightening around his manhood in response. The dual sensation of his fingers stretching her and his palm grinding against her swollen clit was driving her insane. She matched the rhythm of her strokes with the thrusting of his fingers.

The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. Maeve pumped his massive erection faster, her small hand sliding effortlessly over the slick length, while Axan curled his fingers inside her, rubbing that specific spot that made her toes curl.

"Mmph... Axan..." she moaned, soaking wet, absolutely dripping. Her nipples throbbed under his rolling thumb, overwhelming her senses.

"Sshh... we can’t be too loud," Axan murmured against her ear, his fingers pumping relentlessly into her soaking pussy. Maeve lost rhythm completely, her hips bucking shamelessly against his hand.

She was leaking heavily, fluids coating his fingers and dripping onto the floor. Her hand squeezed his thick shaft desperately. "Axan... Axan..." she whined.

"I know, I know," he soothed, feeling her inner walls start to clench around his fingers. He knew she was close. He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit while simultaneously pinching her nipple just a little harder.

Maeve cried out, her back arching off the floor. Her hand stroked him frantically as the pleasure snapped inside her.

Her orgasm crashed over her violently, her inner walls clamping down tight around his fingers. A gush of clear liquid soaked his hand and the floor beneath her hips as she cried his name brokenly.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her hand still gripping his shaft tightly even though her strokes had faltered completely. Axan kept gently rubbing her, helping her ride through the waves of pleasure.

"Shh... shh... it’s still midday," Axan whispered. "People might hear you easily." He brought his other hand up and slipped his index finger into her mouth. Maeve bit down on it hard, trying to quiet her moans.

But if she was being completely honest, Axan’s cock always twitched whenever he heard her moan, especially when she cried out his name.

Maeve started sucking softly on his finger while whimpering as Axan kept tapping her clit a few times, making her tremble even more. When she finally lifted her head to look at him, still sucking on his finger, Axan felt like his mind was about to explode.

Axan held his breath for a moment. Looking into her eyes like that, with her lips wrapped around his finger and her cheeks flushed, was almost too much.

"Oh, whatever," he murmured, his voice rough and low.

He pulled his finger slowly from her mouth and replaced it with his lips, kissing her deeply. His hand slid down between her legs again, stroking her clitoris gently but firmly, drawing out another soft whimper from her.

Maeve melted into the kiss. Her fingers tightened around his throbbing cock, starting to stroke him again with shaky but eager movements.

"Axan..." Maeve called out his name the moment they broke their kiss. "Do you want me to... suck you down there?"

Axan’s eyes darkened with desire. For a second, he couldn’t even speak. He swallowed hard and nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face.

"Yes," he whispered. "I’d love that... if you want to."

Maeve gave him a shy but playful smile. She slowly slid down his body, kissing his chest and stomach along the way. When she settled between his legs, she looked up at him with those bright eyes that always made his heart race.

She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and leaned in. Her warm breath brushed over the sensitive tip first, making him twitch. Then she pressed a gentle kiss there before taking him slowly into her mouth.

It was too big for her own good, of course. Still, Maeve managed to take a little bit of his cock into her warm mouth.

When she realized she couldn’t fit much more without struggling, Maeve pulled back and switched to licking his shaft instead. Her soft, wet tongue ran slowly up and down his cock, tracing every vein. She kissed the side of it, then swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, tasting him.

Axan let out a low growl. His fingers gently tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding on as pleasure ran through his body.

"You’re so good at that," he whispered, though there was a trace of shyness in it.

Maeve smiled softly at his praise. She licked him again, slower this time, teasing the tip before taking him back into her mouth as far as she comfortably could. Her hand stroked the rest of him over and over again, working together with her tongue.

Every little sound she made only turned him on more. Axan’s hips twitched slightly, and he had to fight the urge to thrust deeper. He looked down at her, completely captivated by the sight of her between his legs.

In the end, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He cupped her face with both hands and gently pulled her up into a deep, hungry kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, and it only made him want her more.

When Maeve climbed onto his lap, Axan held her waist firmly. His hard cock slid against her wet folds, rubbing slowly between them. He rocked his hips back and forth, gliding along her slick warmth without trying to push inside.

Maeve gasped softly at the feeling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved with him, her hips rolling in time with his. The slow, slippery friction felt so good that her breath kept catching in her throat.

"Axan..." she whispered, her voice shaky with need. She pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mixing as they kept grinding against each other.