My hand couldn't help but caress Rachel's waistline up and down, as if a force of gravity was pulling me onto it. His skin attracted my palm and made me linger.

This situation and scene made me hesitate for a rare moment, just like waiting for the new ice cream to be released in three years. I waited in line for three hours to finally buy it, opened the package and held it in my hand, but began to hesitate, not knowing where to take it from.

Are you counting? "He gritted his teeth and said.

So I really started counting.

I start counting from the top rib and slide my thumb from left to right and from right to left along where they should be. Anatomy class is one of the mandatory courses in the tower, and it doesn't prevent me from finding their positions through the skin, especially since Rachel is very thin. He actually has a large skeleton, exceeding the average height of a human male. I worked hard for many years to successfully grow a little taller than him. The horror of being overshadowed by him during my apprenticeship is still fresh in my memory - it's like facing a giant dragon or a mountain about to collapse. However, he still gives people the impression of being weak, and can only be blamed for not being strong enough, like a malnourished, diseased tree that only grows in length but not in width.

My nails brushed against his nipple, and those two pieces of flesh had already stood up, either due to cold or nervousness. I rubbed them with two fingers, and the amplitude of Rachel's chest heaving became larger and more obvious. His gaze slid away from my face, glaring angrily at the ceiling. I lowered my head and took a sip, and he bounced as if he had been struck by an electric shock. His hands, placed on either side, clasped my shoulders without pushing, only fastening them in a warning manner.

Okay, okay, get straight to the point, "I compromised and let go of his upper body.

My tongue slid all the way down.

His suddenly bent knees almost kicked my face, but I quickly grabbed them and parted ways. My head went between his knees, holding onto him.

I am as hard as a stone, but Rachel is as stiff as a stone. He is tightly stretched all over, except for the soft flesh between his legs that remains dejected and lifeless. I returned with no success, just like the lady who tried this before. When I gave up and looked up, Rachel's face turned pale, but she tugged at me as if mocking my futile efforts.

I shrugged and didn't let go of his knees, nor did I move away from the position between his legs.

Is this posture acceptable? "I asked.

What? "He asked.

Is it from the front or the back? "I said." It might be easier to look back the first time, and you don't have to face me

Frontal. "Rachel interrupted me, her voice filled with hysteria." Shut up! Don't procrastinate anymore

I released my right hand and applied greasiness to my fingers.

The lubrication effect that can make a man eating demon's feet slip, of course, can make a few fingers slide into a tightly closed body, even if the owner of the body does not cooperate. Rachel's buttocks and orifice were difficult to pry open like closed clams, and he couldn't ask for more. At least his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't utter a deadly curse. His arrogance will make him keep his promise in such matters, especially when facing me as a traitor. My mentor hates to expose his weakness in front of me.

But on the other hand, because of this, I can't understand why he asked me to stay in the room when the prostitute fucked him, and now he even wants me to participate. I can't figure it out. The blood in my head is rushing down now, so I still don't think about it.

My left hand grabbed Rachel's right knee, opened the gap between his buttocks, and applied the spell made ointment back and forth to the tightly closed hole. The place was painted shiny, flashing erotically under the light, and with just a little effort, smooth fingers crawled in.

His body is so soft.

I was amazed by the soft temperature that immersed my fingers, and for a moment my thoughts froze. It's unbelievable that Rachel, who was cold and ruthless, covered in thorns, and lived that inhuman and icy life, was also soft, warm, and hot like some living creature. I was touching the inside of Rachel's body, his body cavity, his unguarded soft internal organs - not unguarded, but he withdrew his guard from me and allowed me to do so.

The blood boiled in an instant, and I was so hard that it hurt. My head was dizzy and my mind was swollen, and my body was trembling with extreme excitement, as if I had become a child who had done this for the first time. No, I didn't really crave like this before my first time, I was both eager and nervous. I feel like I'm fighting, walking a tightrope, and killing a dragon. None of the above can compare with my mood at this moment. Fuck, I'm the king of the world.

The closed hole was gradually opened up, and as he continued to explore, he could no longer shut me out. I pulled out my fingers and held onto my penis, pressing against the softened entrance. I heard my breathing being frighteningly heavy. Then I realized that I didn't hear the other person's breathing.

Rachel lay flat on the bed, her unblinking eyes resembling some kind of crafted ornament. Her breathing was so gentle that it was hard to hear, as if she had entered a trance state of separation between spirit and flesh. There is a lesson in the tutorial on "How to Resist Interrogation" that can now be used as a classic demonstration by Rachel.

On the one hand, I found it very funny, and on the other hand, I once again felt the untimely pity and love, both of which were the fault of the sperm's brain. I said, 'Teacher?'

He shuddered and returned from his trance, looking at me with a blank face. I continued, "Teacher, don't bite me

The familiar Rachel came back a little bit, staring at me as if I was telling the mage not to engage in hand to hand combat. He asked dryly, "Why did I bite you

That's settled, "I said.

Then I leaned down and kissed him.

I kissed his lips, licked his mouth, and stuck my tongue in. I lightly bit his lower lip, licked his upper jaw, and went to roll the soft flesh in his mouth that was scared and unable to move by this kiss. Rachel's eyes widened wide, his hands once again resting on my shoulders, and he couldn't help but let out a moan.

When bodily fluids come into contact with mucous membranes, succubi can obtain energy from it. Kissing is not as good as sexual intercourse, it's just a small snack, but Rachel has been hungry for too long.

His subconsciously rejecting hand was pressing me towards him, eagerly sucking on my tongue, still emotionless, like a kitten licking dried fish. My hand reached behind his head, inserted into his hair, caressed his neck, and told him that food on the plate won't grow wings and fly off. Wow, it's so soft. Rachel's hair looks like it has a metallic texture, but when touched, it feels as soft as wool. Unbelievable, unbelievable.

Rachel let out a half muffled scream, jumped up in shock, and bit my tongue. My penis just squeezed into his orifice and pushed forward all the way without hesitation. He took a deep breath and timidly glanced at our junction, like a well behaved child afraid of pain, watching the needle inserted into his arm.

This... this was an accident, "he said quickly, trembling all over." I didn't mean to bite you

It's okay, "I said.

It's nothing, it's very important. It's so cute. It's not magic. I want to bite him or start moving right away until I make him cry. Rachel is wrapping around me, I am inside Rachel's body, I am fucking him, I am conquering, invading, occupying, this is enough to make the foolish male animal instinct in my body expand to the Nine Heavens. But I am also kneeling, serving, and dedicating myself, and in my ecstasy, I have developed a strange sense of piety and tension, as if conducting some crucial assessment.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the day that changed my destiny. Rachel grabbed my stealing hand and asked me to follow him in making those casting gestures. At that time, I knew nothing about casting spells and gestures, and had no idea how powerful the other person was. I also had no idea what he could give me or what he could demand from me. I only vaguely felt the call of fate at that moment, and in a mysterious way, I felt that what I was doing was very important and could determine my life. At the age of eleven, I put in a lot of effort to showcase myself and try to impress that mysterious stranger.

Things don't seem to have changed at all.

I once had so much anger and hatred, I once hoped to hurt him, conquer him, and torture him so much, but after so long, I still long to please him, as if a dog can't change eating shit.

I slowly began to twitch, using all my patience and skills throughout my life. My penis rubbed against his intestinal wall, my lips kissed his neck and chin, and then re pressed against those two lips covered in my saliva. I kissed him, I fucked him, slowly increasing my speed, changing angles and thrusting until he almost bit my tongue again.

His pale skin turned red, and his legs suddenly closed as if trying to squeeze out any foreign objects between them, but they only tightened around my waist. I pushed back to the position just now, and his waist suddenly softened, biting his lips hard.

What's wrong? "I asked knowingly," Does it hurt

Rachel blinked her eyes slowly, as if she hadn't heard what I was saying. I started thrusting back and forth towards the position just now, grinding and slowly squeezing, watching my mentor open his mouth and gasp for breath, as if he was about to lose his breath.

I asked relentlessly, 'Does it hurt?'

Rachel shook her head wildly, her nails digging into my shoulder, as if refusing or urging, perhaps she didn't know what he wanted. His penis had already lifted its head, bit by bit on his lower abdomen, and when I held onto him, he let out a vague whimper.

Are you comfortable? "I asked.

He didn't answer, so I suddenly quickened my pace.

I rubbed his penis up and down, skillfully bumping into the source of pleasure, kissing him until saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth before he could swallow it, until the lubricant between us was more than just ointment. When the evil spirit moved, its body fluid was so much that it could flow down from the thigh. Rachel began to moan intermittently, her face was covered by lust, but her eyebrows were frowned tightly, as if she was trying to keep her heading in the storm.

Are you comfortable? "I said, suddenly gripping the bottom of his penis.

Rachel finally looked at me, he looked confused and at a loss, so he was furious. He said fiercely, 'No!'

Where is it uncomfortable? "I chuckled unsteadily." If it's uncomfortable, I'll make changes. You have to tell me so I can serve you

I can't... "He took another breath, his voice trembling." I can't concentrate

I wanted him to beg me to let go, but I didn't expect to hear such a response from Rachel. If you could concentrate, that would be my failure! I think so, but I can't answer. My head exploded in response to this cute and exaggerated answer, creating a huge mushroom cloud. I released my fingers and grabbed his waist to start sprinting.

Rachel screamed at the moment I ejaculated, his body arched backwards and turned into a bent bow. My mentor moaned in the fullness of "eating", his semen splattered onto his chest, his cheeks turned red, and he was in a trance. His tongue trembled as he opened his mouth. At this moment, Rachel's face is so vivid, warm, and intoxicating that it no longer belongs to handicrafts or portraits, and is suitable for lying hot in my bed.