Chapter 217 - A Hundred Flowers, Karpana, and Inside the Tent (Part 2) (Karpana☆)
Hyakka lay face down on the rag, her body heaving with ragged breaths. She responded faintly when called, clearly not asleep. A soft rug was spread across the floor, a luxury within the Empire, often hung on walls, but here, it was used as in my original world. Time seemed to have passed, yet the numerous candles illuminating the tent had not burnt out—they must have been replaced unnoticed.
Gazing at the flickering flames, I recalled the night I first met the Wandering People.
"The rest of that night..."
Had Karpana imagined the same thing? She arched her back, seeming to offer herself as I turned to her, her breasts swaying with the motion.
"If I hadn't finished inside Hyakka, I might have embraced you."
"A hundred flowers in the mix, huh?"
Karpana shifted. "I wasn’t a fan of that."
I smirked. "Too much?"
"It's just messy. All that cum leaking out..."
Hyakka grumbled from somewhere. Lewd as always.
Ignoring that, I pressed. "I thought you wanted it?"
"Well, I don’t, and—besides..."
Karpana glanced at Hyakka, who was still filming. Were they studying together? I wouldn’t let Karpana outdo me. I flicked her clit with my tongue.
"Ah—!"
Her body shuddered. I licked the bud again, searching for the most sensitive spot. At the same time, I stroked the shallow part of her vagina. Thick fluids leaked, dripping.
soon, her clit swelled, and she trembled as she desperately held my shaft in her mouth.
For a while, the sounds of her fluids lubricating my thrusts and my own saliva mingling with the wetness filled the tent.
We massaged each other’s genitals, lost in our own pleasure.
"A-aah... Mash, I’m going to..."
She gasped, releasing my cock, yet her hand still gripped it, still pleasuring me.
"Mm-Mash, I'm going to cum, I can't... aaaaahhhhh..."
She slumped onto me, breathless.
I will finish inside her today.
I was already spent inside Hyakka, but if she wanted it...
I turned her onto her back.
Her legs were soft and plump, yet firm enough. The tributes of sweat glistened under the candlelight. The color was more tan than before, but even fully revealed, the fresh pink glistened.
Her fingers brushed where we were joined, testing, confirming.
The blend of pain and pleasure filled her eyes, the glint of tears.
Then I pressed forward, deeper, until my pelvis pressed against hers.
Her hands dug into my arm.
The heat of her grip made me want to thrust harder.
"Karpana~"
"Mas~sh…"
We locked eyes, moaning into each other’s mouths.
And then, in a rush of ecstasy—
"Ah—ah—AAAAAAHHHH!"
I thrust deep, my cock throbbing inside her.
Beyond the ecstasy, I held her tight, watching the sheer joy in her eyes as wave after wave of my fluids filled her.
Finally, my strength waned, and I lay beside her, my chest heavy against her lungs.
Her hair was damp, her cheeks flushed, but her gaze was soft.
"Did I hurt you?"
"A little," she admitted, voice weak. "But it was... fulfilling."
Hyakka muttered, “Way too much fluids.”
I pulled out as her whine echoed in the tent.
Hyakka grumbled, “Ugh, look at all that mixed stuff.”
They watched me pull out.
ahr Karpana, can't I save it inside?"
“Nah, you’re probably still there.”
“Don’t let them dry out.”
Hyakka answered, sighing.
The tent opened.
“Finally! It’s our turn!”
Aira tugged at my arm.
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