“……Do you know how to touch it?”

“Of course.”

Just when Alkaid’s mood was about to twist from the confident answer that came back after he had asked.

Spica timidly added.

“……The theory, at least.”

“……”

Raised and dropped with one word…… Alkaid swallowed a sigh. He could clearly see her sneakily glancing downward, thinking it would end with just stroking his c*ck a bit.

Watching that made his canines itch for no reason. He wanted to chew and leave marks on her innocent cheeks, ears, and nape.

How long would it take until Spica decided to move again…… Luring her this far was nothing short of a miracle, but what he said earlier wasn’t a joke. Alkaid’s patience was thinning moment by moment. Even more so after tasting sweetness once.

Alkaid rather closed his eyes. He thought it would be difficult for both of them if he kept watching.

But the moment he closed his eyes,

He felt a light touch settling on his lips.

“……!”

Peck, peck. Light kisses continued along Alkaid’s firm jaw, ear, and thick neck.

Spica also knew he had reached his limit. That he kept enduring because of her.

So she wanted to do her best even with clumsy knowledge. With that heart, she scattered countless kisses over his long collarbone and up to his tense shoulders.

Each time she touched Alkaid, she felt flinching through her lips. And heat, rapid pulse that transmitted until she pulled away.

The more that happened, the stranger Spica’s mood became. The time her lips stayed on his skin was also gradually getting longer.

‘If I use my tongue…… would he hate it.’

Wanting to taste human skin was a thought she was having for the first time in her life. But Alkaid’s scent was too tempting.

Spica’s hand entered inside the robe. The robe that was already half-undone had fallen to just hanging on his shoulders after losing its string.

“Ugh……”

When she grasped his firm chest in her hand, great strength entered the large muscle. Alkaid’s sigh mixed with moans touched her forehead languidly. Spica caressed the hard yet soft muscle here and there in a half-intoxicated mood. She couldn’t resist the impulse and kissed the peak that protruded in the center after poking it with her fingertips.

The string binding Alkaid’s wrists swayed and the bed head creaked.

‘Wow.’

Spica’s eyes that had widened slightly soon slowly closed. She felt good that Alkaid reacted to her movements.

Encouraged, she stuck out her tongue slightly. It didn’t take long for what started as carefully licking over the taut chest muscle to change into biting and sucking.

Red marks scattered downward, then further down.

Spica caressed the traces she had made while wiggling her toes for no reason. Each time she heard Alkaid’s moans mixed with hot breathing, heat was also accumulating in her body bit by bit.

‘Now……’

Spica went down following the shadows of his abs like drawing lines with her relaxed fingertips. The place she had consciously avoided until now. On the cloth that barely covered the hot heat was a darkened stain in a circle. When Spica carefully traced over it, the thick outline flinched. Simultaneously, Alkaid threw back his chin.

Her lips dried for no reason. Spica swallowed dryly and whispered.

“It’s wet, Alkaid.”

“……Thanks to you.”

Because he gritted his teeth, Alkaid’s response was almost like growling.

But Spica no longer felt that was menacing or scary. Just instinctive curiosity surged. She wanted to see the place that made this person so weak.

She no longer hesitated and undid his underwear. However, the moment she saw what sprang up, she couldn’t help but freeze momentarily.

‘This…… will get smaller if I touch it a bit with my hands? That’s the end?’

The next step was hard to even think about. A pillar thick enough that one hand couldn’t wrap around it was ominously heated and twitching. It didn’t seem like it would ej*culate just from rubbing it a bit…….

Though she felt overwhelmed, she didn’t want to run away. Rather, she wanted to touch it.

Before she knew it, Spica’s breath had also heated up. Without being conscious of it, she let out a sigh and slid her hand. From the tip that was throbbing and leaking prec*m, to the root of the slightly curved pillar.

‘Hah……’

Bewitched by the heat that seemed like it would burn, she wrapped the p*nis with both hands. When she gripped it completely and applied strength, she felt Alkaid gasp and draw in breath. The inside of his jaw was deeply hollowed. But rather than painful or distressed, he looked like he was enduring something.

I’m doing well. Spica, who gained some confidence, moved her hands up and down.

Her grip wet with bodily fluids repeatedly pressed from root to tip and smoothly stroked up, then came back down to the root. Between the lewd wet sounds of wet flesh rubbing together, Alkaid made sounds in his throat.

‘Ahh.’

Spica’s shoulders unconsciously trembled. That sound seeped into her ears, making her feel as if Alkaid were sucking on them.

The heat that had accumulated inside her body stirred. Somehow strength entered between her legs. If she didn’t do that, it felt like something would leak out.

She wondered if she had also become strange somewhere like Alkaid in heat. The strangest thing was wanting to escape this feeling while also not wanting to.

Because of that, Spica’s hands repeatedly got faster then slower. For Alkaid, it was nothing short of sweet torture.

“……Spica.”

Finally, Alkaid, whose patience had run out, opened his mouth. Spica looked up in surprise at the voice that came out cracked and messy.

It was the moment her concentration scattered. Her rounded but hard fingernail slid and stimulated the tip like scratching it.

“……!”

White fluid that scattered in drops wet Spica’s hands and pajamas. Seeing her dazedly looking down at her wet chest then raising her head again, Alkaid, who had been trying to steady his breathing, finally let go of all self-control.

s*men that had greedily splashed even onto her flushed cheeks was flowing down stickily.

‘Huh, huh? Why is this getting big again?’

Spica was flustered. She knew that what had suddenly wet her was s*men.

But…… wasn’t it supposed to end after ej*culating? But for some reason, Alkaid’s thing didn’t lose momentum and became even harder.

‘Maybe it’s because of the heat period? One time isn’t enough?’

Then that means greater stimulation is needed.

‘What did they say men like.’

Since the amount of knowledge she had was small to begin with, her contemplation wasn’t long. When she had heard that method, she had closed her ears asking how anyone could do such a thing, but now with the real thing in front of her, it didn’t seem bad.

Though it was severely large, it was smooth and the color wasn’t repulsive. Most of all, she seemed to have gotten used to it from touching it continuously.

Spica, who had been looking down at the twitching p*nis, bent her body. Though the smell of s*men was thick, she only felt a strange mood without feeling repulsion. The moment her breath touched it and she was carefully parting her lips over the flinching gl*ns—

“Spica Atrain!”

She thought she heard something breaking with a crash, then Spica’s vision spun.

Alkaid was looking down at her. His face was shadowed so his expression couldn’t be seen. Only his red eyes alone flashed like emitting light in the darkness.

He growled.

“Where did you learn to do such things? Put a c*ck in your mouth?”

“I didn’t touch it…… But did you break what was tied by force?”

“Is that important right now? Huh?”

“……I didn’t know you would hate it.”

Spica muttered sullenly.

“It was my first time trying. Everyone said they would like it……”

Alkaid swallowed the rest of her words completely.

The limit of patience had already been exceeded long ago. He devoured Spica in a trance. The crushed lips, tongue that stuck together thickly, even the blurred moans — everything was sweet so he could no longer maintain reason.

“Mmph…… mm.”

Spica also no longer pushed Alkaid away. She had also heated up considerably while caressing him. Though her head didn’t know what this sensation she felt for the first time was, her body knew. That’s why the devouring kiss felt much better than before.

Her head seemed to spin. Spica instinctively embraced Alkaid, clinging to him.

Alkaid caressed the body clinging tightly to him, as if trying to memorize it with his fingertips. He stroked her small ears, gripped her straight shoulders, and then ran his nails down her nape, causing her to shrink as though struck by a nerve.

“Breathe.”

Even while messily sucking her tongue pulled outside her lips, Spica tried to breathe through her nose. The hand that had been stroking her back like praising her suddenly came around to the front and came up while slowly kneading and caressing her firm waist.

The moment she tensed up thinking his hand would reach her chest tip if he moved just a little more, Alkaid’s hand fell away.

“Mmm……”

A sound like whining from disappointment flowed out. The warning she had given primly that only she could touch was already gone from her head. She wanted Alkaid’s touch right now. Just a moment ago she had thought kissing alone was good enough, but her instincts were demanding greater pleasure was needed.