The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy-Chapter 408: *The Beginning Of The End [LXX] (A Saintess’s Service)*
Chapter 408: *The Beginning Of The End [LXX] (A Saintess’s Service)*
Aestrea then sat back on his heels, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants.
Snap!
The button popped open with a sharp snap, and he pulled the zipper down.
He shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs in one fluid motion, freeing his heavy, straining erection.
Christina’s eyes, which had been half-closed in recovery, snapped open.
She stared, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in the sight of him.
He was thick and long, the shaft pulsing with his heartbeat, the head flushed a dark, angry purple and already leaking precum.
It looked almost intimidatingly large, and a fresh wave of slick heat pooled between her thighs at the sight.
Aestrea leaned forward again, positioning himself between her spread legs.
He didn’t enter her directly, obviously.
Instead, he laid the heavy length of his cock directly on top of her wet, swollen folds. The heat of him was scorching against her sensitive skin.
"Nngh..." Christina whimpered, her hips jerking instinctively.
He pressed down, letting his shaft sink slightly into the soft, slippery groove of her pussy, coating the underside of his cock in her juices.
He began to rock his hips slowly, sliding his shaft back and forth along her slit without ever pushing inside.
The friction was maddening, the blunt head bumping against her clit with every forward motion.
Rub... squish... rub.
"You’re so wet," he groaned, watching the way her juices coated him, glistening on his skin.
"You’re soaking me already."
"Ahghn!~" Christina moaned, her head falling back against the pillows.
The feeling of him sliding against her most intimate place, so close yet not inside, was driving her insane.
She could feel every vein and ridge of him rubbing against her sensitive flesh. It felt good, too good, but she wanted more.
She needed to feel him inside her mouth, to taste him, to worship him the way he deserved.
She bit her lip, suppressing a loud cry, and forced her eyes to meet his. They were filled with a desperate, glazed devotion.
"Aestrea..." she breathed out, her voice trembling.
"Wait... p-please."
He paused his movements, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it?"
Christina struggled to sit up slightly, propping herself on her elbows. Her eyes dropped to his cock, slick and wet with her arousal, and she licked her lips unconsciously.
"I w-want..." She swallowed hard, her face flushing a deep red. "I w-want to t-taste you. Let me... let me g-give you a b-blowjob first. P-please."
Aestrea’s smirk widened.
He hadn’t expected her to take initiative like this, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
"Be my guest," he said, shifting his position to give her better access.
Christina didn’t waste a second.
She scrambled to sit up, her movements clumsy with eagerness, and shuffled forward on her knees until she was positioned directly between his legs.
Her eyes were wide, fixed on his throbbing length with a mixture of trepidation and awe.
Up close, he looked even bigger, the veins mapping the shaft thick and pronounced, the head glistening with precum and her own fluids.
She reached out with trembling hands, her fingers hovering for a moment before she gently wrapped them around the base.
"It’s warm..."
The heat radiating from him was intense, scorching her palms.
She gave a tentative squeeze, marveling at the hardness, the way the steel rod beneath the velvety skin jumped in her grip.
"You can start whenever you want," Aestrea slighly leaned lighly, supporting himself with his hands.
"I know," Christina nodded.
"...Alright, no teeth... just be careful, Christina..." she whispered to herself.
She leaned in, her heart hammering against her ribs. This was her first time, and the last thing she wanted was to disappoint him or hurt him.
Christina wanted to be perfect!
So, first, she stuck her tongue out, the tip pink and trembling, and pressed it flat against the underside of his shaft, just below the head.
Sluuurp~
She dragged her tongue upward in a slow, broad stroke, collecting the mixture of their fluids. The taste was musky and salty, a heady flavor that made her head spin.
"Mhm, chuup!~♡" She hummed softly in approval, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of him.
Encouraged by his lack of protest, she began to explore.
She wasn’t trying to get him off quickly; instead, she was more like worshiping him.
She treated his cock like a sacred artifact, something to be revered.
She traced the thick vein that ran up the side with the tip of her tongue, following it all the way from the base to the crown, then back down again.
Schlick... lick..., churup!
She paid attention to every inch, even the sensitive spots where the shaft met his pelvis. She kissed the skin there softly, her breath hot and damp, before moving lower.
Christina hesitated for a moment, looking at his heavy sac. It looked heavy and full, and she felt a sudden surge of desire to make him feel good there, too.
She ducked her head lower, her tongue darting out to lap at the wrinkled skin of his balls.
"Ugh..." Aestrea let out a small groan, his hand coming down to rest on top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
"That’s it... good girl."
The praise seemed to have motivated her, as almost immediately, she became bolder, opening her mouth wide to take one of his testicles into her mouth, sucking on it gently with her lips, being incredibly careful to keep her teeth covered.
She rolled it with her tongue, feeling the weight of it on her tongue, listening to the ragged sound of his breathing above her.
Pop!~
She released it with a wet sound and moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.
Her hands weren’t idle either; one continued to stroke the base of his shaft, pumping him slowly, while the other came up to cup his balls, massaging them tenderly.
After thoroughly bathing his sac with her tongue, Christina pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his skin for a moment before breaking.
She looked up at him, her eyes watery and filled with adoration.
"Does... it feel good?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
"Feels amazing," Aestrea groaned, his grip on her hair tightening slightly.
"Don’t stop."
Christina nodded and turned her attention back to the main event.
She focused on the head now, the weeping slit that was leaking more precum by the second. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves just beneath the glans.
Swirl...♡, slurp~
Christina could feel him twitching in her hand, his hips jerking slightly.
She knew he was getting close, and she wanted to taste all of him, so she opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to relax her jaw, and leaned forward to take the head into her mouth.
"Chump!~"
The stretch was intense.
Her lips were stretched thin around his girth, her mouth feeling incredibly full.
She was extremely aware of her teeth, tucking her lips over them to create a soft, padded cushion. She sank down slowly, taking inch after inch, until the head hit the back of her throat.
"Gaahgk!"
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she forced herself to relax, breathing through her nose.
She began to bob her head, moving up and down in slow, shallow movements, her tongue working overtime against the underside of his shaft.
Schlurp... mph...♡, schlurp!
The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, lewd and loud.
She wasn’t deepthroating him as she didn’t know how yet, but she was making up for it with enthusiasm.
She sucked hard, creating a vacuum in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort.
Every time she pulled back, she swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the precum like it was her favorite treat.
Aestrea looked at her with a naked and lustful gaze.
The sight of her, usually so composed and elegant, now on her knees with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, sucking him off with such desperate devotion, was incredibly erotic.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners, her face flushed a deep red.
"Fuck... Christina," he groaned, his hips thrusting up slightly, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
"Your mouth... feels really good!"
"Chuup!♡" Christina moaned around him, the vibration traveling down his shaft.
She redoubled her efforts, her hand pumping the base of his cock in time with her mouth’s movements.
She wanted him to cum.
She wanted to feel him explode in her mouth, to swallow every drop he gave her.
It was all she could think about.
She didn’t care about anything else at the moment. She just wanted to be his perfect little cocksleeve, his vessel for pleasure for him to use at any given time.
For her, that’s the only way she thought he would accept her apologies.
Christina just needed... to do whatever he asked for her, even if that required her to be his dirty little whore, she wouldn’t mind.
She would basically do anything for him...
Even dying, if that was needed.
That’s how obsessed she truly had become with Aestrea.
A hole with no end.
Chapter 408: *The Beginning Of The End [LXX] (A Saintess’s Service)*
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