Reborn Regress Return: I Am the Heir of Shadows!-Chapter 96: Fran’s Loves Eating Carrots [R18]

Julian's eyes narrowed because Fran didn't resist when pushed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, with Fran on the floor, gazing up at him with her hand holding his throbbing shaft.

Fran's lips parted eagerly, her breath hot and sticky against Julian's cock. The sound of her mouth wrapping around him—wet, eager, obscene—echoed in the quiet room. Her cheeks hollowed as her throat flexed.

His hips rolled, thrusting slowly into her mouth. Inch by inch, he fed himself into her warm lips. Each push made her throat bulge further, her tongue twitching against the underside of his cock.

She coughed once but didn't stop.

Her eyes watered, but she looked up at him through lashes wet with tears, stretching her mouth wide.

Julian grunted while his grip slid from her hair to Fran's soft, silky ears.

When his fingers closed around their base, pulling slightly, Fran's body reacted instantly. Her thighs tightened as she ducked her head, taking him deeper, with a low, sticky gag.

Her throat vibrated when she moaned, choking from his cock, which forced a thick stream of spit down her chin. She pulled back with a gasping breath, coughing, but her hand never left his cock. It stroked him slowly, once, twice, smearing her drool along the surface.

"Do that again," she whispered hoarsely, with pink cheeks.

Julian blinked, sweat dripping down the side of his face. "What?"

Fran looked up at him with glassy eyes, kissing his tip seductively with her lips, spreading them to flick her tongue along his swollen head.

"My ears. Touch them like that again."

Julian didn't hesitate and grabbed them, this time firmly—thumbs rubbing at the fluffy base, his other hand guiding her back down. Pressing her face against his crotch as her hips bounced in her lewd squatting position.

She groaned the moment he entered her mouth again, as if the pain, the stretching and pressured wasn't enough she wanted more.

"Shit," Julian muttered. "You're—" He couldn't even finish his thought.

His hips thrust deeper instinctively.

Fran's throat contracted, trying to swallow around him. She gagged and snorted at the same time. The sound, the fucking sound of her struggling to breathe, gasping and gagging flipped a switch in Julian's mind.

The slight hesitation he had vanished.

He gripped her ears tightly, fingers digging into the soft fur and pulled her head down as hard as possible while thrusting up into her mouth. A deep, slick squelch echoed through the room, saliva bubbling around his shaft, running down her chin and dripping onto his thighs.

Fran narrowed her eyes while gripping his waist for balance. She didn't stop his aggressive movement. No, she wanted them... even harder and more aggressive.

Her body shuddered and jolted each time his tip rubbed the back of her throat. Her shoulders trembled, and her breath became ragged between thrusts, sharp and hungry snorts for air through her nose.

Every time he pulled back, her tongue chased him, and her cheeks narrowed into a vacuum.

Every time he plunged forward, she extended her tongue and swallowed him further.

"Fuck, Fran..."

Julian's voice became thick. Rough. He looked down at her, with tears streaming down her cheeks, and her mouth stretched to the limit, while using her cheeks soft inner walls to squeeze around his shaft.

Her eyes were wide, dazed, and glassy. She was lost in pleasure, getting off on the violent deep throat. Something flickered in her chest, a hot, sharp pulse.

He clenched his jaw while panting. Julian's eyes closed tight from the wet, sloppy pressure wrapped around his cock.

Julian's senses became wild, like something broke... the wet heat of her mouth. The smell of sweat and saliva. The way her throat stretched and struggled to welcome his entire length, and that's when he saw his reflection in her eyes... gold.

They were glowing.

"What the hell...?" he whispered.

Fran, thinking he meant her service, hummed with her throat causing a pleasant vibration along his cock, trying to please him more.

However, her actions tipped Fran over the edge. His hips slammed against her face in a swift motion, cock plunging in and out of her mouth, coated in her spit. Her moans vibrated along his shaft and down his spine.

He felt himself reaching the edge.

"Fran," he growled, "if you keep doing that—" But she didn't stop. Instead, she became more passionate, and a victorious glint appeared in her eyes. She dropped her face, matching his rhythm, her throat clenching with every thrust. Her fingers gripped his thighs, digging into the muscle like she was bracing for impact.

Julian's back arched as he groaned, struggling to catch his breath.

He grabbed her ears—pulled her head down hard one last time—and his cock plunged deep, buried to the hilt in her throat.

Her nose pressed to his base.

She choked once, then swallowed—reflexively.

And Julian grunted noisily as his golden eyes flared in the dark.

***

Her throat burned.

Air rushed in violently through her nose the moment Julian let her go. She coughed once—then again—hands still trembling on his thighs. Fran's chest heaved. Drool clung to her lips in a thick string. Her vision blurred with tears.

But her mouth?

Her mouth felt empty.

"Chuu... hhh... glrk..." She heard the sounds echoing in her ears. Her ears flicked with each gag, each thrust, each pulse of Julian inside her. It had done something to her.

Fran didn't understand it.

She was supposed to feel full, overwhelmed and maybe even humiliated... at least that's what other girls in the village said.

But she didn't feel weak.

If anything, she felt like a wolf that found meat after months of starving.

And she loved the taste of his "meat".

"...Haahh... fuck," she panted, wiping her lips. Her hand still held Julian's cock, slick and twitching, wet with her spit. Her fingers stroked the base slowly—almost reverently.

He looked down at her. Eyes glowing like two orbs of fire and she couldn't stop her abdomen from tightening, her thighs squeezing together.

"Again," she muttered.

Julian blinked. "Fran—"

"I said again."

She didn't wait for permission this time.

Fran slid her mouth back down over him, his slimy, wet surface slipping through her soft flesh as she sucked with a hungry moan.

"Slrrrp—glrk! Glrk! Glrk!"

Her lips stretched wide as she forced more in—more than before.

Fran's body gagged, throat tightening violently—but she fought through it. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, pushing him deeper into her mouth.

"Nghhh—glrk!—s-shhit—chuu!"

Each time her throat spasmed, something fluttered in her core—like a lightning bolt firing through her body. Fran's nipples hardened against the linen dress she hadn't taken off. Her legs tensed with bulging muscles, toes curling against the wooden floorboards to hold herself in place.

Her moans became louder, more breathless as her nose snorted.

The vibrations made his cock twitch in her mouth.

"Pahhh—hhhuuu—shluuuurrp..." She pulled off just long enough to breathe, a trail of thick drool connecting her tongue to the swollen head of his cock.

He was watching her with amazed eyes, gasping for air while his muscles tensed and his abs flexed, sweat dripping down his torso.

"Damn it," he muttered. "You're serious."

Fran grinned—spit running down her chin with swollen pink lips, her makeup a mess.

"You taste good," she whispered. "Real fucking good."

Then she dropped her head again.

"Khk—mmph… s-so deep…"

She stopped controlling herself, bouncing with her powerful legs to increase the speed of her movements.

The edges of his glans rubbed against her throat, making her spine tingle. Her throat bulged with each thrust, saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth. Her moans broke between gasps and gags, tears streaking down her cheeks.

Her instincts were firing in overdrive.

Fran wanted him to fill her mouth. She wanted to be used—it was wrong, but this feeling made her so hot and wet that she forgot why she had seduced him.

"Mmmgh…!" she whimpered, trying to breathe through her nose.

Her hands slipped down her body, caressing and cupping her breasts over her loose dress, the other sneaking between her thighs, brushing her soaked panties to the side as her fingers slipped along the lubricated slit.

"What are you doing?" he growled.

She looked up, slaver dribbling from the tip of his cock. "Tasting you."

Then she opened wide.

Her tongue pushed out, a pool of spit and pre-cum glistening on it like syrup. Her eyes were glassy—intoxicated. Fran's hand grasped his base tight before burning him completely.

Her nose mashed against his base as her throat clenched around his head, the lack of oxygen making her face pale as her body twitched.

The sensation aroused her fingers easily slipped into her wet hole.

The pleasure didn't come from a single sensation, not the taste, not the stretch, or the act of swallowing him whole and the feeling of being filled to her limits. It was all of them, each sensation driving her to a bizarre climax.

Her throat tightened violently—"Gghk—!" but she didn't stop.

The sound of her choking only made him push deeper.

Fran's hips jerked with both legs clamping tightly together with an audible smack as she came, pressing her face against Julian's abdomen, her hand rapidly jerking his cock into her mouth while suckling on the tip.

"F—Fran—!" Julian's voice cracked and thrust his cock into her throat, while trembling, his muscles tensing as his cum shot straight down her throat in hot, thick spurts.

Fran's eyes widened as her eyes trembled, desperately trying to swallow the thick, creamy fluids while snorting and gasping for air as his cum bubble from her nose and lips.

Her throat tightened. "Gkh—! Glk—mmn…" she gagged, but then gulped again. But the rest spilled from her lips in thick bubbles. Her lips were full. Her cheeks bulged. It was obscene…So why did her body shiver like it was begging for more?