After finally recognizing the truth in her heart, Serafall slowly returned to her usual mischievous and bold demeanor. In the dimly lit bedroom where only the two of them remained, her movements grew more daring. She began to take the initiative, showcasing every bit of her limited "knowledge" to gain the upper hand.
The feminine scent wafting from behind Ethan, constantly invading his nostrils, was undoubtedly a powerful catalyst for desire. The fire in Ethan's heart flared up; he wanted to devour the beautiful girl behind him then and there, yet he couldn't bear to end the exquisite sensation of her silky feet and that itchy, seductive teasing.
Despite being Sona's sister, Serafall seemed to have absorbed all the nutrients intended for her younger sibling, possessing a voluptuous chest that far surpassed Sona's. Her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against Ethan's spine, and he could faintly perceive the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric. Since Ethan had reached in and pulled her top down earlier, Serafall hadn't bothered to put it back on.
Ethan's breathing became heavy. His cock throbbed with a dull ache from the swelling. He greedily sucked on Serafall's fingers, but the Maou nimbly withdrew her hand. Before a frustrated groan could leave his throat, a kiss as moist and sweet as morning dew blocked his lips.
Ethan's cheek was firmly held in place as Serafall, as if reciprocating the treatment of her fingers, began to taste Ethan's lips like a gourmet delicacy. The Maou girl, who had been passive and reserved just minutes ago, was now cradling Ethan's face, licking and nibbling his lips. She slid from behind him into his lap, her rounded, firm hips—wrapped in black stockings—pressing unashamedly against his erect shaft.
Regardless of the reason for her sudden shift, Ethan was determined to accept her erotic and proactive display in full. As she straddled his lap, his hands naturally found their way to her thighs. The soft flesh beneath the stockings submissively transferred her body heat to his palms, and further up were the tight, perky buttocks that practically begged to be spanked.
Not in a hurry to make the girl in the magical girl costume lose her composure just yet, Ethan leisurely massaged the base of her thighs.
"Mmph… haa… haa…"
Their lips finally parted. Ethan opened his eyes to see Serafall turning her flushed face slightly away, panting for air. Her adorable state made him instinctively tighten his grip on her waist.
"Ah—!" Serafall let out a small, animal-like cry, but she quickly regained her composure.
"I didn't say you could open your eyes yet, Ethan..." Though she looked petite and dainty sitting on his lap, her hot body radiated an imposing authority, much like when she issued orders on the battlefield as a Maou.
She grabbed Ethan's tie, pulling his face toward hers again. She planted another wet, hot kiss, but this time, her target was his eyes. The tips of her bangs brushed against his forehead, and her humid breath hit his face in rhythmic waves.
Within his vision, a small, bright red tip of her tongue flickered and grew larger. The tiny tongue, wet with saliva, lightly dabbed Ethan's eyeball before immediately retracting, as if touching hot coal. Ethan felt as if he were under a hypnotic spell, staring blankly at the girl above him, unable to look away. Despite his many experiences, this kind of play was a first.
Ethan's heart hammered against his ribs. He hugged the girl tightly, the urge to possess her filling his mind.
"Nngh—" Serafall's face was an unnatural shade of crimson, her tongue peeking out slightly, and her violet eyes seemed to be drowning in a pool of spring desire. She lowered her head to hide her gaze, her nervous gasps blending with the crackling of the fireplace.
She slowly reached out, tracing Ethan's sexy Adam's apple downward. It was a simple movement, yet it was accompanied by an undeniable tremble and hesitation. As Ethan felt the tingling pleasure, he noticed the scarlet blush rapidly spreading to the girl's delicate earlobes.
From his throat to his collarbone, her hands moved to his firm chest, which possessed both strength and aesthetic beauty. To say he felt no shame would be a lie; having one's body displayed like a piece of art under someone else's gaze was… intense. Especially since Ethan and Serafall weren't exactly lovers yet—more like acquaintances who shared a mutual attraction and a hunger for each other's bodies.
Ethan swallowed hard, wanting to say something witty to break his sense of disadvantage. Suddenly, the girl in black stockings and big breasts buried her face into his bare chest. Her hands fell limply onto his shoulders, and her body—hidden beneath the sexy magical girl outfit—began to tremble.
By the dim light of the fire, her ears were bright red. Ethan remained silent and simply held her close. The back of her magical girl costume had a massive opening, revealing her jade-like back beneath her waist-length hair. Usually, Serafall's outfit acted like a magnet for Ethan's eyes; now, his palms felt the perfect silkiness of her skin and a slight, endearing chill.
He tried to transfer his warmth to the silent girl. Looking at the fire, he reflected on the situation. She must be a little angry, right? Even if she wasn't entirely unwilling, being forced to offer her body after a mistake was a lot to ask. Serafall, who could tolerate such a domineering version of himself, felt more like an angel than a devil.
"But Serafall... with your personality, would you really yield if you were truly unwilling?" His hand slid up her smooth back, his fingers filtering through her silky hair until he reached the top of her head.
As he whispered the question, Ethan's fingers caught the base of her translucent, supple twin-tails. He twisted them gently, like a rider pulling on reins, causing a small, muffled moan to escape from the girl's throat.
"Ugh..." Serafall didn't answer. She only gripped Ethan's shoulders harder, her black-stockinged feet crossing silently behind his waist.
"Just as I thought..." Ethan mused. She wanted this too, which was why she used Sona as an excuse to tease him. But a girl like her would never just say it. This was the difference in thinking between a seasoned man and a pure maiden.
Despite being younger in years, Ethan felt more like he was looking at a daughter than a lover when dealing with these "pure" girls. And with that thought came a deep, taboo thrill.
Ethan's cock pressed against Serafall's soft buttocks through the fabric. One hand erotically stroked her waist while the other grabbed her twin-tails, pulling them with practiced gentleness. Serafall was like a little insect caught in a spider's web, losing her strength to struggle, her body twitching occasionally to entice the predator.
For some girls, hair is more of a taboo "sensitive zone" than hands. You might hold hands, but you can't always play with those fragrant locks. As a Maou, Serafall rarely let anyone touch her hair for the sake of her dignity, but now she let Ethan do as he pleased.
When Ethan, with a mischievous grin, not only tugged her hair but buried his face in it and licked her snowy neck, Serafall just wrapped her pale arms tightly around his neck. She bit her lip, letting saliva and unconscious tears of heat slide down her chin, her throat emitting soft, animal-like whimpers.
She had intended to start this round with a calm, composed attitude. Everything since entering the room had followed her plan, but at the final threshold, she was too ashamed to continue. The version of her sitting on Ethan's lap, flushing while undressing him, felt like a wanton woman.
A web of tingling electricity captured her brain, leaving her limbs weak. Her consciousness grew hazy. Buried in his chest, she felt a strange sense of security. In her daze, her tongue poked out, and like a kitten captured by a master's touch, she began to lick his chest.
They immersed themselves in this primitive, intimate petting. When her neck was covered in moisture and her licks reached Ethan's throat, their lips naturally met again. This time, there was no frantic tongue-wrestling, just lips pressing together, sharing warmth and softness.
Eventually, her back was no longer cold. Tiny beads of sweat began to form on her skin. Ethan's heat toasted her from below, and her waist began to writhe in an unconscious rhythm of longing.
Ethan's cock was aching from the tension. He squeezed her firm, stockinged buttocks with a heavy hand, and a seductive trill escaped her lips. She opened her eyes, her red gaze blurred with lust, staring at him with a slight pout.
A lewd inspiration flashed through Ethan's mind. He smiled and stroked her hot cheek. "Serafall... I want to be with you."
He carried the slender girl into the deeper shadows. Ethan lay horizontally on the leather sofa, placing Serafall on top of him with her back turned. Her light body pressed against his chest, and her elastic, black-clothed ass was right in front of his face.
"You're not even wearing anything underneath... Did you expect this today, Serafall?"
As he stroked her soft cheeks with affection, Ethan teased the "Magical Girl" Maou who was clumsily trying to free his cock with her hands. Because they were both exposed and couldn't see each other's faces, their shame receded. Both Ethan and Serafall seemed to have unlocked the shackles of their lustful natures.
Serafall didn't respond with words; she pretended she hadn't heard him. Overcoming her trembling hands, she finally liberated the "dragon" between Ethan's legs. She only had theoretical knowledge of the 69 position. This was her first real battle.
As long as I use my mouth and hands like in the videos... it should be fine... she comforted herself. She reached out with her small hands, her pale fingers surrounding the deep red shaft. She closed her eyes.
A deep breath steadied her heart. The scent of him filled her lungs, and the familiar dizziness made her settle into a state of heat.
"Haa—" Serafall leaned her head forward, blowing hot air onto the tip of his cock. The humid breath condensed on the head, making Ethan's waist twitch.
With a trail of silver saliva, Serafall opened her small mouth and swallowed the head of his cock. Her soft tongue was like a nimble snake, swirling around the most sensitive surfaces until the entire tip was glistening. She pulled back to breathe, her face flushed.
"Don't force yourself. We can take it slow tonight," Ethan said, misunderstanding her silence.
"Ah... it's fine... just do whatever you want to do..." The silver charms on her hair accessories glimmered as she tucked a stray lock behind her ear. Her head dipped down again.
The moist warmth enveloped him, making Ethan tilt his head back with a hiss of indrawn air. He took a moment to adjust to the marrow-deep pleasure before he began to reciprocate.
With a sound of tearing fabric that made his heart race, Serafall's forbidden area was finally exposed to his eyes. Her smooth, pink slit spoke of her serious yet lively personality. It was like a delicate flower that had been tended to for years, finally ready to be plucked. Two tender, pink lips of flesh trembled nervously.
"You're so cute, Serafall..." Ethan whispered. He planned to say that for every night they spent together.
As if triggered by his words, her body relaxed. A trail of clear moisture began to flow from her tight folds. He didn't hesitate to lean in, licking the trail of liquid from her inner thigh and moving toward the soft mound.
Whether it was natural or she had groomed it, the mound had sparse, soft hair. Ethan's hot tongue easily flattened the fuzz as he applied heavier pressure, aiming to send the stimulation deep into her narrow passage. He licked her patiently while his large hands roamed her buttocks. The torn black stockings only fueled his desire to dominate. He kneaded her flesh, making the Maou girl—whose mouth was almost entirely filled by his cock—emit muffled, ecstatic whimpers.
More nectar overflowed. Her crisp scent was replaced by the heavy, musky fragrance of a woman in heat. Ethan caught the gushing spring with his mouth.
"Eeeyah—!" Serafall's hips jerked as if to escape, but Ethan's large palms pinned her down, refusing to let her go.
The thick head of his cock was pressing against her throat. Serafall fought back the gag reflex, using her tongue to stroke the hard shaft. She occasionally dipped her tongue into the glans' groove, teasing the frenulum. To give Ethan the pleasure of a deep throat, she buried her face into his crotch.
A purple-red flush of light asphyxiation spread across her cheeks, and she let herself sink into the lightheadedness. Her most sensitive area was being kissed by Ethan, and the intense sexual pleasure flooded her mind. Physiological tears began to spill from the corners of her eyes.
The fragile balance of their eroticism shattered. The beast in her throat seemed to go wild, and she emitted wet, heavy whimpers. She coughed out Ethan's cock and gripped the iron-hard shaft with her small hands, using it as a physical anchor as she endured Ethan's tongue exploring the depths of her body.