A pale morning crept across the Ashen Barrows. The air was cold and still, painted with the faint silver light that filtered through the canopy of the tree. The great tree's ashen branches reached overhead like the ribs of some ancient creature, its roots clutching the stone around their makeshift camp.
A breeze stirred the leaves, carrying the scent of cold iron and distant smoke. Sunny woke without moving, eyes still shut, every sense tuned to the hush. His body registered the chill first—then the anomaly: a pocket of heat against his groin, deliberate and alive. The warmth grew slicker, more insistent, accompanied by soft, rhythmic sounds: gwack~ gwck~ gwack~ guck~. Each wet pull tugged at nerves still half-dreaming, dragging him fully awake.
For one heartbeat the world narrowed to the space between their gazes. A flush rose on her cheeks, faint but unmistakable, the color of embers under ash.
'Cute... How can she be so hot but so adorable at the same time.' Sunny thought to himself.
The silence broke. Nephis lowered her head again, avoiding his stare, and took him deeper. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft with practiced care, swirling around the ridge before sliding down until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base. One hand slipped between her own thighs; fingers parted slick folds, circling the swollen knot of nerves with the same steady rhythm she set on him. The other braced against his hip, nails digging half-moons into skin, anchoring them both.
Sunny's control snapped like a frayed bowstring. His fingers knotted tighter in Nephis's silver hair, knuckles whitening. He drove upward, hips bucking off the bedroll, forcing his cock past her lips and deep into the slick heat of her throat. Nephis's eyes flew wide, pupils blown black with shock. A muffled gag vibrated around his shaft; her hands shot to his hips, nails raking skin as she tried to push back.
Slap. Her palm cracked against his hip, sharp and urgent—stop.
He didn't. Pleasure coiled too tight, a white-hot wire behind his eyes. Another thrust, harder, burying himself to the root. Her throat spasmed, fluttering around the head of his dick like a fist. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, streaking down flushed cheeks. She slapped again—slap-slap—desperate, but the sound only spurred him on.
"Fuck—" Sunny growled, voice ragged. He held her there, nose pressed to the coarse hair at his base, cock pulsing. The first spurt hit the back of her tongue, thick and scalding. Nephis swallowed convulsively, throat working around him, but the second rope overflowed, bubbling at the corners of her stretched lips. She couldn't breathe. Her tits heaved with each choked gasp, nipples hard against the cold air.
He came in heavy pulses—three, four—each one flooding her mouth until cum leaked down her chin in pearly rivulets. Only when the last shudder left his thighs did his grip loosen. Nephis wrenched back with a wet, choking gasp, coughing hard. Strings of saliva and cum stretched from her swollen lips to his still-throbbing cock, snapping as she doubled over, chest heaving.
"Hah—hah—" She coughed again, wiping her mouth with the back of a trembling hand. Her cunt clenched involuntarily, slick dripping onto the bedroll beneath her spread knees. When she looked up, eyes watering but blazing, Sunny was already hard again—cock flushed dark, slick with her spit and his own release.
'Did he get hard again because of me? '
The thought slithered through Nephis's mind like warm oil, pooling low in her belly. Her cunt answered with a fresh, shameless gush of wetness that slicked the inside of her thighs. She shifted forward on her knees, the leaf bedroll crunched beneath her, and lowered herself until her forehead rested against Sunny's sternum. He was shorter—171 cm to her 185—but the moment she leaned in, the difference only sharpened the contrast: his lean, whipcord frame coiled beneath her like a drawn bow, all feral tension and barely-leashed hunger.
Sunny's arms snapped around her waist, dragging her flush against him. Her tits—full, heavy, nipples still peaked from the cold and the earlier sting of his grip—pressed into the hard plane of his chest, soft flesh flattening against unyielding muscle. The contact drew a low, involuntary sound from her throat, half-moan, half-sigh. His heartbeat thundered beneath her cheek, fast and erratic, matching the frantic pulse between her legs.
He shifted his hips. The head of his cock—still slick with her spit and his own cum—nudged the soaked seam of her pussy, parting swollen lips with deliberate pressure. A slow, grinding roll dragged the length of him along her clit, then lower, teasing her entrance without entering. Nephis's breath hitched; her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moon crescents. Each drag of his dick painted her folds with their mingled fluids, the friction hot and slippery and maddening.
"Sunny—" Her voice cracked, husky from the abuse her throat had just taken. She tried to rock down, to take him inside, but he held her still, one arm banded across the small of her back, the other splayed over the curve of her ass. His fingers dug in, spreading her cheeks just enough for the cool morning air to kiss the sensitive skin between.
"Not yet," he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. Another grind, slower, crueler. The ridge of his cockhead caught on her clit and stayed there, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Nephis shuddered, thighs trembling. Her cunt clenched around nothing, dripping steadily now, a thin rivulet tracing the inside of her knee.
Sunny's lips curved against her temple—sharp, predatory. "You slapped me to stop," he murmured, voice rough with leftover lust. "Now you're soaking my dick like you want me to ruin you." He flexed his hips again, sliding through her folds until the tip nudged her entrance, stretching her open just enough to promise more. "Tell me, Neph. Beg for it."