The Angel of Lust Part 2, Chapter 84

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Ming, supporting herself on the ground with both hands, tried to relax from her calves to her shoulders; however, her vagina continued to suck and make sounds; the volume was not small, almost like when they were kissing, which made her feel very embarrassed; in addition to wanting to plug her own ears, she also wanted to cover Mi's ears and eyes.
Even though Mi's thrusting had stopped for more than two seconds, Ming's vaginal response seemed to have never stopped. Sometimes it's like this, uncontrollable; it's not just because she's too excited, but also because she's releasing the anxiety that had accumulated before. Ming squinted her eyes and tried to describe her reaction in her mind in a more normal way; it was really not convincing, and even had a bit of a sophistry feel to it
. Fortunately, although Mi drooped her ears and beard, her expression was still very happy. Her breathing was rapid, so she first slowly raised her head, and then leaned her body back slightly. Her tail was held straight up, but it didn't wag. About ten seconds later, she tried to hold her breath; her mouth trembled,
forcing her to slow down, but she didn't feel any interruption. Compared to Ming, Honey especially enjoyed the process, and could even see all the sensations she had just experienced as surprises.
After opening up to Ming, Honey's sensitivity to sexual stimulation was stronger than before. However, when it came to dealing with challenges like this, Honey was still more skilled than other tentacle creatures. Even disregarding the initial feeding experience, such skill was unlikely to be mastered in just a few days. If Honey hadn't considered this possibility and carefully studied how to deal with it, even Bei was quite adept at vaginal sucking
. Ming had already had some doubts about this. Knowing that he and Bei had some things in common, Ming felt more at ease as more questions arose in his mind. People who could accept tentacle creatures were indeed extraordinary in both body and mind.
To avoid causing Honey any more trouble, Ming didn't plan to ask any more questions about Bei for the time being.
More than a minute had passed, and Honey still seemed very engrossed, without even a hint of protest. If Ming said he wasn't happy about this, he would be lying. If the situation were completely reversed, Ming might have to bite her tongue or lips to stop the movements of her genitals.
Honey, who had quickly relaxed her hips, rested her head on Ming's left shoulder
. Not long ago, Honey had emphasized that she wouldn't melt from another orgasm; and that didn't mean she would easily ejaculate in such a short time.
Just now, Ming's sucking hadn't made Honey's legs go weak; several times, Honey looked like she was about to scream, but she stopped herself by biting her teeth
. She didn't swallow, thinking she was afraid of choking. With her slightly curled mustache, she said, "Usually, these sounds are made by the secondary tentacles that don't control their mouth movements. Now, they're only used for support and cushioning—" She said all this just to emphasize how exaggerated Ming's genitals were. Ming
pretended not to hear, but didn't plug her ears with her fingers. Mi twitched her ears a few times and continued, "These can also be considered part of verbal stimulation, right?"
Feeling Mi's gaze, Ming put her hands on her groin and screamed, "Ugh—" It sounded like a sob, but it was too fake; besides being indecent, it couldn't drown out the sound of her vagina sucking.
The two of them, unable to hide their excitement, couldn't help but laugh after holding back for almost ten seconds.
However, Ming's face was also flushed red because of Mi's words.
Ashamed, when stimulated, many complicated lines would climb up her face; both of them were like this, but the results were very different:
Ming's eyebrows were already lowered to the lowest point, and she looked like she was about to get angry or cry.
In contrast, Mi was much more innocent; her hair became extremely fluffy, making her look like a puppy about to wake its owner; even her breathing was more tender than a few minutes ago, and she seemed to be much younger than Ming. Ming knew that the scene in front of her already looked strange enough. Squinting her eyes and gritting her teeth, she first tried to close her mouth tightly, and then raised her eyebrows. However, these actions not only failed to improve the situation but also made her voice and expression even more bizarre. Worse still, her laughter mingled with the sucking sounds from her vagina; extremely indecent, yet unavoidable. Unable to
think of any other way, Ming could only close her eyes tightly while increasing the volume of her moans; finally, she—very reluctantly—made it all feel harmonious.
From the moment she started until now, Mi had been laughing non-stop. Obviously, she had seen it all. In the eyes of this tentacle creature who had lived for almost two centuries, Ming's struggles and calculations were the best seasoning in the process. After the sucking stopped, Mi slightly reduced the speed and amplitude of her thrusts. Feeling her chest,
abdomen, and spine cool down slightly, Ming trembled from her feet to her shoulders for a while.
Mi first exhaled a large breath—raising ripples on the grass in front of her—and then slowly swallowed a large mouthful of saliva. About ten seconds later, she said, "That was so much fun!"
Ming nodded, but Honey hadn't finished speaking yet: "Ming's progress is really fast."
"Yeah." Ming nodded again, and Honey, whose beard was sticking up, continued, "You can't believe you're only sixteen." Ming
nodded again, biting her lip lightly. Just like before, Honey began to emphasize how talented she was. After about half a minute, Honey said the conclusion that Ming had expected: "Truly worthy of being the Feeder!"
At first, it was Si who emphasized these things the most; Mud quickly followed suit, but overall, she wasn't as direct as Si or Honey; Lu and Ling were less so. Ming thought, well, one was due to health reasons, and the other was due to their more conservative personalities. Having
heard it so many times, even though Ming's sense of shame was stimulated, she didn't have the urge to cover her face or ears like before. On the contrary, Honey's body temperature rose, and her tail stood up like a stick. Within seconds, even her main tentacles swelled considerably.
Clearly, those words—mostly culminating in "Master Feeder"—had been providing intense sexual stimulation to the tentacle creatures. While Mi was happy, more obscene images surfaced in her mind; all her respect and gratitude towards Ming were intertwined with lust,
a mixture of reverence and defilement that Mi thought often caused excessive saliva production. During the actual act—while Ming felt embarrassed—the feeling of simultaneously achieving moral and immoral goals was truly intoxicating, making them itch from their lower back to their necks.
Less than a minute later, Mi, her mouth full of saliva, increased the speed and force of her thrusts again. This time, she wasn't worried about choking on
too much saliva; Mi thought, "I'll just have Ming's hair bear the brunt." They had always enjoyed making Ming's hair even stickier.
The tentacle creatures' saliva not only washed away sweat but also seemed to moisturize the hair; Ming had already noticed Mi's thoughts and deliberately raised his head. Although she preferred to feel Honey's saliva on her breasts or back, she had already covered Honey's mouth with her hair.
In front of the tentacle-ridden creature in heat, Ming, as the feeder, should appear more composed. There wasn't a particular reason, Ming thought, it was simply because it felt cooler. Initially, she wanted to work in that direction; Honey probably preferred mature girls rather than immature little girls.
However, Ming quickly admitted that her reactions couldn't be any less intense than before. Especially when she saw Honey's smile, infected by the joyful, relaxed aura, Ming's lips often involuntarily curled upwards; also, Honey's main tentacle was always inserted, even though the stroking and licking were relatively restrained, the series of thrusts and teasing never stopped
. Ming couldn't completely ignore any of this. Therefore, she found it even harder to control her expression.
Ming, whose face was constantly burning from her ears to her cheeks, only managed to pretend quite well at times. When Miku described the sensations she experienced through her main tentacles—"Many people could spend their entire lives studying it and still not be able to give their partner such rich sensations"—Akira simply nodded slowly, occasionally responding with a few words. Even when Miku seemed very excited, Akira only replied with, "I know."
Overjoyed, Mi let out frivolous laughs like "ooh" and "pfft." Unconcerned about her image, she looked like a frivolous middle-aged woman.
Ming, biting her lip slightly, half-opened her right eye. She first breathed through her nose, then slightly pouted; using only facial expressions to express her opinions, without relying on words; this should provide enough entertainment without disrupting the atmosphere.
Ming, with her brows slightly furrowed, looked like a wife about to scold her husband
. Would Mi be a little nervous? Perhaps, to force herself to sober up, she would shake her head vigorously. Ming, slightly raising her eyebrows, couldn't hide her anticipation. Unfortunately, all of this was never quite accomplished; her vaginal movements hadn't stopped, and her heartbeat continued to accelerate; all of this highlighted the fact that she was even more lustful than Mi.
In this situation, Ming seemed to have to mock herself first before she could ask Mi to reflect.
Somewhat unwilling, Ming turned her head to the left. Clearly, she wanted to avoid Mi's gaze.
However, constantly enduring Mi's thrusting made it impossible for Ming to close her eyes completely; even when she puckered her cheeks, their eyes would meet again
. Ming had never been able to be completely thorough when facing these targets. Several times already, she thought, letting out a soft sigh; even with the facts right in front of her, she couldn't truly emphasize the other person's faults; instead, she quickly made herself appear even more indecent.
They were both caught red-handed, and Ming seemed to particularly enjoy highlighting her own perversions while emphasizing others' lewd behavior; exposure far outweighed self-reflection—this was probably a fetish. Mi also enjoyed seeing her embarrassed, sometimes deliberately remaining silent, waiting for her to continue down the wrong path. Ming knew
this perfectly well, but she just couldn't control herself. Several days ago, Mi had already learned of her preferences; others didn't intentionally report it, but were happy to share afterwards,
not only to boast, but also to exchange experiences; preparing for the next time, Ming thought, her chest burning from her waist down. Whether it's in bed or simply taking care of someone's daily needs, tentacle creatures are incredibly talented. Doing their homework beforehand can compensate for a lack of experience.
As their leader, after carefully analyzing everyone's experiences, would Honey also give a score? Ming didn't ask, as it all sounded trivial. However, even the speculation seemed quite convincing considering their personalities and the timing; although Honey easily accumulates stress, she's not stubborn. Otherwise, Ming wondered, how could Honey be qualified to be their leader?
Previously, Honey had exhausted every method to find a feeder; not only through reading, but also through intensive contact with humans to thoroughly analyze human habits; no matter how detailed the subject of study, she not only understood it herself, but also had to quickly pass it on to other tentacle creatures.
To care for a lover, one must be willing to give; to avoid a process full of hardships, this spirit is best cultivated beforehand; much of the skill in serving others likely comes from the special industry; even so, they still often encountered setbacks in the process of finding a feeder.
Honey could provide a lot of the knowledge that Silk, Mud, Dew, and Cold Brain possessed; if Vanno were still alive, he would probably be very surprised by everything before him; as for the influence on their inner selves, Honey, as the leader of the tentacle creatures, was no less than his biological father.
This means that the source of any strange habits and quirks of other tentacle creatures could perhaps be traced back to Honey. She had to take on a great responsibility, Ming thought, biting her lip lightly; as long as she argued like this, Ming wouldn't have to feel guilty for leading other tentacle creatures astray.
Ming, who had opened her mouth wide again, found it difficult to puff out her cheeks. Now, she feels guilty for shirking responsibility, which makes her barks sound a bit hesitant. But to say she's really unhappy, Honey thinks, is unlikely. Again, Honey wags her tail vigorously and praises Ming, "You did a great job."
Seeing Ming stick out her tongue and squint her eyes, Honey continues, "Besides talent, drive is also very important. If the feeder doesn't have enough enthusiasm, we can't fully perform."
That's obvious, but it sounds too serious, making Honey find it a bit boring. Less than five seconds later, she used an exaggerated description: "It's difficult for ordinary people to take so many steps in such a short time. But Ming reached the peak in a very short time!"
Ming, squinting her eyes, couldn't help but imagine herself standing on the mountaintop, naked, shouting and raising her fists; the image was so outrageous that her excitement and shame increased proportionally.
Mi licked Ming's belly while saying, "Ming with her big belly is an even more dazzling presence. So, as I told everyone before, Ming is now not only the feeder, but also our goddess." "Oh." After
hearing more exaggerated descriptions
for about half a minute during their first meeting, Mi said, "Regimentally speaking, Rei's expression was rather conservative; Ni and Lu have no objections, but Si seems to have more ideas."
Mi pretended not to hear Si's part and only talked about Rei: "Hmm, if it were me, hmm—forcing Rei to express her feelings seems morally questionable."
However, after a few seconds, Mi continued, "But, hmm, this sounds like a pretty good idea, and there should be a chance, haha, to develop a rather exciting interaction."
"Hoo—" Honey let out a deep laugh, saying, "After becoming a feeder, Ming has become so lewd that it's almost frightening to us."
Ming, his brows furrowed, gently tapped Honey's calf; besides protesting, there was also a hint of urging. For
the first few seconds, Honey responded with a whistle, without increasing the speed and force of her thrusts; looking relaxed, she merely let a few tentacles lightly touch Ming's knee joints, which caused the latter to react intensely
. Ming, gritting his teeth, climaxed again. The pulsation of the main tentacles and the continuous flow of glandular fluid did bring some stimulation; however, Ming also discovered that most of the warm and cold currents in his body were caused by Honey's words. The previous licking and kneading not only made Ming's heart beat faster again, but his body also became hotter; at some point, the outline of the main tentacles had become a supporting character; every thrust of Honey's was so intense, yet it seemed to exist from the very beginning to highlight the caressing and licking. After all, it
had been going on for a very long time, Honey thought, and licked her nose again. She lowered her head and said, "If Ming needs to rest, remember to tell me."
Ming shook her head and smiled, "I'm not tired now."
However, Ming thought that after dinner, she would probably go back to bed; lying in bed or making love in the bedroom would consume a lot of energy, and Mi could tell that Ming would need to rest soon
, probably for less than an hour. Ming thought she should wake up before noon; beauty sleep was out of the question, the important thing was to enjoy her vacation and spend more time with them.
"In that case—" Mi said, lowering her voice slightly, "Ming's weight will increase a little."
Mi deliberately brought up such an atmosphere-ruining topic, and Ming thought, "Do you like seeing me nervous?"
Mi turned her eyes to the left, choosing to agree. Ming, who was temporarily suppressing her laughter, shook her head and said, "It's just getting fat, didn't I say that? It's nothing. Besides, it's better for Lu."
In the end, Ming couldn't help but laugh. She first looked at Mi, then at her own belly,
which had been quiet for a long time. Ming thought, it's time to give her mother more attention, right?
Just then, Lu was about to wiggle her arms and legs; as wave after wave of fetal movements spread throughout the uterus, Ming's laughter and eyes were filled with pride; perhaps not elegant, but full of radiance, enough to make everything around her pale in comparison.
And every word Ming had just uttered was overflowing with love; especially maternal love, Mi thought, her tail wagging and trembling.

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