Seamus bit down gently on Diane’s taut nipple, drawing a breathless whimper from her.
Her arm stayed draped across her eyes, too shy to meet his gaze; her face flushed scarlet to the tips of her ears, an image that only made her more irresistible.
His other hand closed on her remaining peak, twisting and tugging until another, deeper moan escaped her throat.
"Nngghh~ Seamus! It feels so strange..."
"Oh? You’ve never touched yourself here?" he teased, giving the sensitive nub another pinch that made her jolt.
"N...noo... only down there, and not much," she murmured with a tiny frown.
Seamus caught her wrist and drew her hand from her face. "Don’t hide. I love watching your expression."
Her blush deepened. "Pervert!"
"I’m not the one playing with toys down there," he murmured with a crooked smile.
"Wh-what?! I told you it wasn’t much!"
He only shrugged and lowered his mouth to the pale skin of her stomach, tasting as he went. She trembled beneath his tongue as he moved lower, pausing at her puffy slit already slick with need.
"You’re wet already? See—I’m not wrong. You are a little pervert."
"Mhh~"
Diane couldn’t even deny it; she was lost in the way his tongue teased her clit, licking and circling until the pleasure seemed to spread everywhere, forcing sweet moans from her lips.
"Ahhh!!! Hngghhh..."
Seamus smirked, sliding a finger into her tight heat. She jolted at how easily it slid in, at how he scissored it slowly until she was soft and ready for more. Then an idea struck him.
"You’ve never given a blow job, have you?"
Diane bit her lip and shook her head. "You... want me to?"
"Sure. But why don’t we make it more fun?" he said, smirking.
Diane tilted her head, heart racing with curiosity.
’Fun? Just like that time?’ she gulped, not even realising how her body trembled with anticipation.
Soon her eyes were covered by a strip of red cloth. In front of her, his cock stood proudly, its musky scent filling her senses.
Because of the red cloth, she could feel anything more sensitive now, even hear Seamus’s excited breath and the cold air in her body.
"Diane, since this is your first time, remember not to use your teeth," he murmured, his voice smooth and commanding. She nodded, obeying his every word.
"Now... lick it from the base to the tip. Slowly. With your tongue. Make it nice and wet."
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft first, marveling at its heavy thickness and wondering how something so large had slipped into her without resistance.
Her tongue followed next, a slow slick stroke from the base upward, tasting salt and musk, tracing every bulging vein until it glistened.
When she teased beneath his foreskin, he groaned, clutching her hair tighter.
"Good... that’s impressive for your first time. Now, I think you’re ready to use your mouth."
Diane opened wide and eased his cock in, shuddering as the weight filled and stretched her lips and cheeks. The scent was intoxicating, making her thighs tremble and her pussy grow wetter.
"Hnngg..."
She tried to take him fully, only to choke.
"Calm down, slowly," he murmured.
She nodded, drew a deep breath, and slid him in again, this time only halfway, moving up and down. His hissing groans above her sent a strange thrill through her.
"Nice... you already know how to do it."
Seamus leaned back against the headboard, drinking in the slow rhythm of her movements. Her throat was tight and warm, sending shudders through his body.
Her cheeks puffed out adorably around his cock, and with that red blindfold matching her hair, she looked even hotter.
But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.
He pushed her head down until she gagged, her throat convulsing around him. The tremor made him moan; it felt almost like a slick, gripping pussy.
"Haha... sorry, Diane, I can’t be gentle now."
He began to guide her with his hands, hips snapping, pistoning her mouth like a beast until drool spilled down her chin.
Instead of resisting, Diane’s free hand slipped between her thighs, fingers plunging into her slick hole while she surrendered to him completely.
She could barely breathe, vision dotted with stars, but for some reason she loved it.
’Ahhh... his cock is so big, I’ll die from lack of oxygen, yet my fingers won’t stop thrusting into my pussy,’ she thought, as the pleasure from her mouth and her core fused into one.
"Ahh! Fuck! You’re just like your aunt and mother, a masochist," he groaned, increasing his pace, fucking her face harder as the blindfold loosened and her eyes rolled back in bliss.
"Mhhmmm!!! Hhhnngggg!!!" she moaned, feeling his cock twitch violently. Her muscles tightened, throat gripping him even more, making him groan deep.
"Damn... you love this, don’t you?"
She wanted to nod but couldn’t; he kept pushing her head down, her tongue still trying to lap at his base even as the thick veins battered her throat. It bulged against her neck while her vagina ached, climax building.
Then Seamus slid a finger into her slick hole at the same time, and she went rigid, convulsing as she came, juices splattering everywhere.
At that moment he also erupted, spilling his load into her mouth; she swallowed eagerly, trembling at the taste.
’Ahhh~ so delicious, his seed is delicious,’ she thought hazily.
When it was done, Diane kept licking his cock, cleaning it with slow kitten-licks until it was ready again for her twitching sex.
"The masochistic streak really does run in your family, doesn’t it?" he muttered darkly.
She only nodded, breathless. "Yeshh... I want more, please... give me more~"
He rubbed her hair with a rough kind of affection. "Don’t worry. You’ll get it soon enough. The night is still long," he smirked.
It would be so easy to manipulate her through sex but did he even want to? That was Isolde’s way, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to become like her.