A Fox Spirit Between Her Thighs - Chapter 13

Li Yao’s tongue slips boldly into Ning Yan’s mouth, gliding smoothly over her teeth to find her delicate tongue. She draws it into a gentle dance of sucking and teasing.

Ning Yan lets out a soft moan, “Mmm…” Her small, pink tongue responds instinctively, intertwining with Li Yao’s in a tender exchange.

Li Yao’s warm hand moves to Ning Yan’s firm, rounded bre@st. She grasps its fullness, kneading gently with just enough pressure to spark a faint ache laced with tingling ple@sure.

Her fingertips caress the sensitive tip of the bre@st, coaxing the bud to harden and bloom. With two fingers, she pinches and twists it lightly, heightening the sensation.

A delicate whimper escapes Ning Yan’s lips, “Mmm…” Her sensitive body warms under Li Yao’s touch, and a subtle moisture begins to gather between her thighs.

Ning Yan never conceals her longing for ple@sure. As heat builds between her legs, she guides Li Yao’s hand downward, urging her to explore further.

A soft chuckle escapes Li Yao. “Already wet, are you?” she asks. Her fingertips brush between Ning Yan’s thighs, meeting the expected slick warmth.

Ning Yan wraps her slender arms around Li Yao’s shoulders. Her legs curl around Li Yao’s slim waist, lifting her hips slightly to guide Li Yao’s fingers toward the delicate opening. “Touch me there,” she murmurs, her voice soft and inviting.

Li Yao knows Ning Yan is no stranger to passion in the bedroom. Yet, her unabashed boldness still takes Li Yao by surprise, drawing her deeper into fascination. She yearns to discover just how captivating this delicate form can be.

Ning Yan raises her eyes, locking her gaze with Li Yao’s.

As she studies Li Yao, she realizes the once-charming young princess has blossomed into full maturity. Li Yao radiates elegance, her graceful brows framing captivating eyes. A commanding presence glows in her demeanor, and her deep, dark eyes seem to capture the soul, leaving no room for resistance.

Ning Yan’s cheeks flush faintly as she gazes. Beauty like this is a dangerous allure, irresistible to anyone.

“Where should I touch?” Li Yao asks, her voice soft and teasing. Her slender fingers graze the edge of the opening deliberately, stirring Ning Yan’s sensitive nerves.

A soft moan slips from Ning Yan, “Mmm…” The gentle touch sends waves of aching, tingling ple@sure through her, prompting more fluids to flow. She closes her purple eyes, her lips parting slightly, urging Li Yao to continue touching.

Li Yao’s hand moves to the soft folds. Her fingertips delicately tease the petals, gathering the clear fluids. She holds up her glistening fingers for Ning Yan to see.

“Look at this,” Li Yao says, her voice playful. “You made my fingers wet.” Her fingers shift slightly, revealing the fluid glistening between them.

A rare wave of shyness washes over Ning Yan. She turns her gaze away, murmuring a soft protest, “No…” For reasons she cannot quite grasp, Li Yao feels unusually captivating today.

Is Yan’er shy? Li Yao notices her reaction and brings her fingers to Ning Yan’s lips. “Taste yourself,” she coaxes, her voice gentle yet enticing.

Ning Yan’s shyness stems not from the fluids but from Li Yao herself. She feels an unfamiliar flutter of bashfulness toward her.

This charming response stirs Li Yao’s desire to tease further. Without warning, her fingers plunge into the warm, wet passage, pressing deep within.

Ning Yan gasps sharply, “Ah!” The sudden intrusion catches her off guard. Seizing the moment, Li Yao slips two fingers into Ning Yan’s mouth, letting her taste her own fluids.

A muffled sound escapes, “Mmm…” Li Yao’s bold actions deepen Ning Yan’s shyness, yet they ignite a strange thrill. Her passage tightens, gripping the fingers within more firmly.

“You’re holding so tightly,” Li Yao says, her gentle voice carrying a seductive huskiness. “Do you like it that much?” Her long fingers move back and forth in Ning Yan’s mouth, playfully teasing her moist tongue.

Below, her fingers stir restlessly, gliding slowly within the passage. The deliberate slowness torments Ning Yan, and it challenges Li Yao’s own restraint. The tight, warm embrace of the passage tempts her to surrender to her desires completely.

No, I mustn’t. Li Yao reminds herself that Yan’er views her merely as a means of ple@sure in bed. She wants Yan’er to yield fully, not just to be swept away by passion alone.

Ning Yan lets out a soft moan, “Mmm…” She instinctively sucks on Li Yao’s fingers, licking them clean of her fluids. Her hips lift, urging Li Yao to move faster.

Li Yao’s slow pace intensifies the itching sensation between Ning Yan’s thighs, leaving her restless. Her body, accustomed to such teasing, craves more than this gentle touch.

“Please, don’t go so slow,” she pleads in a soft whimper.

Li Yao tilts her head, feigning misunderstanding. “Do you want me to go even slower?” she asks. She slows her movements further, pulling back to the edge of the passage and teasing the outer flesh without entering.

Ning Yan writhes, pressing against Li Yao’s hand. “No,” she protests softly. Last night, Li Yao was quick to fulfill her desires, so why is she teasing her so much today?

Li Yao gently holds Ning Yan’s waist, her phoenix-like eyes filled with restrained intensity. In a serious tone, she asks, “Yan’er, do you know what I truly want?”

Her heart longs for Yan’er’s love with a deep, consuming affection that lingers in her thoughts day and night.

They have met only three times, including the moment ten years ago when Yan’er revealed her true form. How could Ning Yan possibly understand Li Yao’s deepest desires?

Their bare bodies entwine on the bed, and Li Yao’s earnest question prompts Ning Yan to consider one possible answer.

Suspicion flickers in her purple eyes as she gazes at Li Yao. Her red lips part, uttering words that exasperate her, “You want to be on the bottom?”