Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 113: Kiran TUNA 2

Kiran’s eyes, still wide and glittering with anticipation, held Eren transfixed. The seductive tension hummed between them, a tangible force in the strange chamber. Her breath, smelling of cinnamon and something metallic, ghosted over his lips, a promise of what was to come.

With a fluid, almost impossible grace, Kiran began to descend. Her hips swayed with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her silver-white hair rippling around her like liquid moonlight. She didn’t break eye contact as she knelt before him, her mismatched gaze unwavering. The broken mirror shards on the floor seemed to shimmer around her, reflecting the distorted dance of desire.

As she lowered herself, her hands left his dick for a moment, sliding down his thighs, then resting lightly on his knees. She paused there, her head tilted, her long hair spilling over her pale shoulders. The strange, sweet scent in the air intensified, pulling Eren deeper into the disorienting allure of the chamber.

"You are... quite the marvel, Veilwalker," she purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through him. Her eyes drifted, trailing from his chest down to his exposed cock, which now stood fully rigid, aching for her touch. A soft, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Truly unique. It’s no wonder Master is so fascinated."

She leaned forward, her breath warming his dick as she hovered just inches away. Eren’s heart pounded, a frantic drum against his ribs. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with a primal energy. He could feel the chaotic element of air around her, now a gentle, swirling current that brushed against his skin, teasing and tantalizing.

Slowly, agonizingly so, Kiran extended her tongue. It was a pale, slender thing, and it flickered out, tracing the very tip of his cock. A sharp gasp tore from Eren’s throat. It was a sensation he had never experienced, a hot, wet lick that sent a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through him.

"Uhh~ahh," he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching out, his fingers tangling in her impossibly soft, silver-blue hair. He gripped it, not to stop her, but to anchor himself, to control the trembling in his body.

Kiran chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his cock as she moved. "Oh, my sweet Veilwalker," she murmured, her words muffled as she took him into her mouth.

It was a slow, deliberate envelopment. Her lips were soft, surprisingly gentle, but her mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly deep. She took him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, her throat working in a practiced rhythm. Eren’s knees buckled slightly, and he tightened his grip on her hair, his fingers digging into the cool strands.

"Nngh~ughh..." he gasped, his voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. His head tilted back, eyes closing as pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over him. The sounds from the mechanical contraptions in the room seemed to fade, replaced by the wet, sucking sounds of her mouth and his own ragged breaths.

Kiran worked him with a masterful control. She pulled back slightly, then plunged deeper, her head bobbing slowly, rhythmically. Each stroke was a torment and a delight, drawing him further into the maddening depths of her pleasure. As she moved, the light sway of her body caused her full, pale breasts to bounce gently with each downward movement, a soft, ethereal jiggle against the chaotic backdrop of the room. It was another hypnotic rhythm, adding to the dizzying array of sensations.

She kept her gaze fixed on him, her mismatched eyes, amber and violet, burning with an almost feral intensity. There was a mischievous glint in their depths, a knowing enjoyment of the power she held over him. She wasn’t just performing an act; she was savoring his reaction, feeding off his moans.

"So... responsive," she purred, pulling her mouth away just enough for her voice to be clear, her tongue still flicking against the head of his cock. Her silver-white hair cascaded around her face, framing her beautiful, unsettling features. "Such... life." She paused, her eyes widening slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I won’t kill you with this, Veilwalker. Not yet. Master still needs his prize. And besides..."

She giggled, a breathy, chaotic sound that made the hanging bones above them clack softly. "...where’s the fun in a quick death? Pain should be savored. Drawn out. Made to last and last and last." She plunged back down, taking him deep again, her cheekbones visible as she worked him.

"Oh, god... Kiran," Eren whimpered, his voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. He pulled on her hair, a gentle tug that urged her deeper, faster. The air around her shifted, responding to her movements, creating subtle drafts that caressed his skin. The hallucinogen in the air, though fought, made the edges of his vision blur, the room seeming to pulse around them. He tightened his grip on her hair again, a silent command for more, for deeper, for everything.

She was relentless, her mouth a hot, insistent vice around him. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing, tormenting, driving him closer to the edge without letting him fall. Her tongue swirled around his cock, her lips tightened, creating a delicious suction that made his hips involuntarily buck forward. Each pull sent a fresh wave of raw sensation through his body, making his muscles clench and release. The subtle wet sounds filled the otherwise quiet chamber, a maddening symphony of escalating desire.

He could feel the subtle currents of her air element swirling around them, a soft caress that added to the overwhelming sensuality. Kiran seemed to revel in his reactions, her eyes blazing with a joyful madness. Each moan that escaped his lips seemed to fuel her, making her work harder, more intensely, exploring every inch of him with her mouth and tongue. Her grip on his hair was light but firm, guiding his movements as he instinctively pushed deeper into her waiting mouth. She was a whirlwind of controlled chaos, her movements precise yet utterly wild.

Finally, she pulled back, her mouth wet, glistening, leaving his cock throbbing and slick. She gazed at him, her smile wide, utterly deranged, and intoxicating. A single strand of her silver-white hair clung to the tip of his cock, glistening.

"Such beautiful pleasure," she whispered, her voice husky, almost reverent. She reached out, her fingers delicately tracing the underside of his cock, before letting her eyes drop lower, to the two swollen, pulsating lumps at the base. Her gaze lingered there, a new spark of curiosity lighting her mismatched eyes, an entirely new fascination.

"I think," Kiran murmured, her voice laced with a mischievous curiosity, "I should lick those two things that look like eggs."