The wet, obscene sound of their kiss echoed around them. Nathan couldn't do anything but melt into it—no, he was enjoying it. Way too much.
Livia's hand, which had been forcing his face to stay locked onto hers, finally let go. It slid down—slowly—and began stroking the head of his cock. The frothy Sapoa sap made it extra slippery, almost dangerously smooth. Nathan's body jerked. His thoughts scattered like marbles on a slick floor.
His fists clenched tight. His back arched into the soft padding behind him, pressing harder with every twitch under Livia's playful control. She treated all of this like a silly little game—as her one hand shaking his cock, while the other gently circled the head of his cock like she was petting a favorite toy.
Nathan's toes curled. His entire body felt like it had betrayed him—every nerve lighting up under Livia's touch. He tried to resist, tried to keep it together, but Livia was merciless. Her fingers glided over the swollen head of his cock with innocent delight, like a brush testing the edge of a perfectly white canvas.
"Aaagghmm..." he moaned, voice trembling, hips jerking up into Livia's palm.
Livia broke the messy kiss, pulling back with a wet string still clinging to her lips.
"Hm?" she tilted her head, eyes sparkling with that same mischievous innocence. "This is so funny. It feels... squishy."
She pressed down slightly—testing, exploring—like someone poking a jelly cup just to see if it wiggles.
Nathan let out a cracked moan, somewhere between a whimper and a cry for help. His body trembled all over again. The Sapoa tree sap made everything sharper—raw and overwhelming. His cock was being pampered and tortured at the same time.
And Livia? She just kept humming cheerfully, jerking his cock like she was winding up a toy, occasionally stopping to swirl her fingers around the tip like she was stirring whipped cream.
"Your face gets even cuter when I stroke this weird thing faster," she said. "This is fun."
Nathan could only moan. His usually grumbling brain had gone silent—like it entered a "do not disturb" mode—letting him do nothing but bask in everything happening to him.
Livia glanced at the drool smeared across Nathan's lips, watched the way his mouth hung open with soft, helpless gasps. She smiled—then, without warning, forced him into another one of her wild, brutal kisses. It was messy. Clumsy. Weird. But for some reason, it made her stupidly happy.
Nathan felt his cock about to burst. His hands clenched tighter, every muscle in his arms tensed. Livia's strokes grew rougher—faster. The hand that had been teasing his swollen tip now slid up to his head, gently grabbing it before slowly running through his hair, messing it up like she was fluffing a pillow.
Nathan's fingers snapped open, rising instinctively toward her. Both hands grabbed Livia's long rabbit ears and yanked—hard. The force pulled her closer, smashing their lips together even more, lips crashing with raw pressure.
Nathan's body convulsed. His hips stiffened. Livia's stroking came to a sudden halt, and her grip froze right under his belly—as if holding the tension in place.
Nathan's feral moan was swallowed by the kiss, echoing in his throat as his child—still in liquid form—shot out of him like he was launching a desperate evacuation.
Each burst came with a guttural grunt, his hips twitching violently. One after another, his liquid sons were fired with full power—landing on the surface of the river like soldiers falling in slow motion.
They floated for a brief second—still, shining—before the current took them away without ceremony.
Just a quiet farewell from sons who never got the chance to live. Swept away by the river like unsaved game data.
Nathan slowly let go of Livia's rabbit ears, their kiss finally breaking apart. He gasped for air, body trembling.
Fuck, that was really fucking good.
His soul couldn't even deny it. He wiped the mess of drool from his face, still dazed.
Livia, still gripping his cock, stared forward with wide eyes.
"Wow... it's really white," she said, having just witnessed the great ejaculation tragedy unfold before her.
Satisfied with the weird little game she'd just finished playing with Nathan, Livia finally released her hold—letting go of her dominance like putting down a controller after beating a final boss.
Nathan was limp—completely drained—but tried his best to act normal.
Domina, who had been silently watching the whole time, smiled and said,
"W-Wait, no... no," he stammered, waving his hands weakly.
Domina's soft MILF face twisted into a disappointed pout. Nathan scrambled to find an escape route.
"Tomorrow... y-you can have your turn tomorrow..." he said, voice cracking.
Domina's expression lit up.
"Can I suck your mouth too?" she asked, head tilting like a curious puppy.
"A-ah... eumm..." Nathan nodded slowly.
"Hmm... but... I'll bathe you first tomorrow... before you do that," he added quickly.
"B-because I have to thank you. I... I need to repay your kindness," Nathan said with an awkward smile.
It's not like I'm trying to take advantage of them, he told himself.
I just... want to show gratitude. That's all. A proper thank-you for everything they've done for me.
Nathan's brain did mental gymnastics, desperately trying to justify everything.