Slowly, Lysa ran her tongue in circles around Martinez’s ear while she rubbed her hand on his inner thigh, gradually nearing his already rigid member.

By the stars above, Martinez is remarkable, not only because he accepted how Aviex relationships work but also because he shuddered and buckled when she showed her more animalistic desires.

She snaked her hand around Martinez’s cock and agonizingly slowly started to move up and down its length, eliciting at first a sharp, deep gasp from her Ruh'ah; followed by his breathing deepening.

“Relax, let me handle it,” Lysa whispered before nibbling on his ear.

Lysa wanted to lead Martinez into the idea of her attempting to suck his cock. So, her showing the control she had been practicing on his ear first would likely help, and based on his shuddering, it was making a point.

“I will,” Martinez moaned as she massaged his throbbing cock with deft intentional control, her thumb running laps around his tip faster by the second.

Without ever slowing her tender care of his manhood, Lysa meticulously kissed down his body, stopping to nibble, kiss, and lick as she went. As she rolled his nipple in her lips, he arched his back and grabbed her raven hair, not to hold her there, but to massage her scalp, matching the rhythm her hand was moving at.

It took Martinez and Lysa a moment to realize how loudly he had moaned when she teased his nipple. Once they did, Martinez blushed slightly, but Lysa helped him not feel embarrassed.

“I suppose I’m not the only one who finds pleasure in that,” Lysa chuckled, looking up at Martinez.

“That–was something els—” Martinez started, but bit his tongue when Lysa, as gently as she could, bit his nipple, causing a lighting shock of pleasure to wrack him. “Fuck!” He said in a shuddered gasp.

Lysa giggled, enjoying that everything she had been trying was paying off. She then kissed down Martinez’s abs until she was resting her head on his inner thigh, having slipped off the bench so she was kneeling between his legs.

For his part, Martinez enjoyed all of it. Lysa was always good at giving him attention in and out of the bedroom; now was no exception, especially when he looked down and could not help but smile as their eyes met.

After all the warnings she had given him initially about her not being able to go down on him, the sight of her rubbing his cock with it millimeters from her lips was one he never imagined he would see. In all reality, when they had first made love, Lysa would have never imagined she would be considering doing this—that was why she paused to rest on his thigh.

This moment of looking up at Martinez, his muscles rippling like waves as she stroked him, his heart beating rapidly, and vibrant brown eyes staring at her was a reminder of how much he trusted her.

“Are you prepared, Ruh'ah?” Lysa purred, licking her coal-black lips.

“Be careful,” Martinez breathed, ready to see how this would go.

Yeah, he trusted Lysa, but she might as well have hypodermic needles for teeth. Their French kissing was already an intimate dance of care that they still occasionally messed up, resulting in little cuts on his lips or tongue.

He just prayed whatever practice Lysa had eluded to would pay off, and they would not have to explain to Nelya why they must rush Martinez to the hospital. That was an awkward conversation neither of them wanted to have with her mother.

Lysa kissed up his shaft, eager to show him what she could do. Once at the tip, she wrapped it in her plush lips, the warm satin texture causing Martinez to grab her hair and almost help her along, wanting more than just her tongue running laps on his cock’s tip.

Lysa, however, realizing what he was about to do, stopped and reminded him, “I shall be the one moving.”

Lysa did not wait for Martinez to confirm his understanding before continuing to roll her tongue around on his cock.

After readying herself for the moment of truth, Lysa brought Martinez’s girth further in, engulfing him in her wet, warm, velvety mouth.

Martinez reacted immediately, curling his toes and gasping with each head bob as she pulled more volume out of him; Her plush mouth and slick tongue attacked every millimeter of his cock with scrupulous intent, her sharp teeth hardly causing any issue.

Fuck, if anything, now that they were this far, it was, in a way, thrilling to have Lysa’s razor-sharp daggers just barely making contact with his most sensitive organ.

Lysa pushed him onward, grabbed his thighs, and brought him as far into her mouth as possible, nearly causing her to gag. But her sensibilities won out in that battle, knowing if she coughed, it would be a disaster.

So she sucked like she was trying to pull his balls out through his cock. That was the step that pushed Martinez off a cliff into warm bliss. He tossed his head back against the pine boards as her throat and mouth rolled in waves, every muscle working in unison to bring him pleasure and bliss.

As Lysa continued, she could not help but feel switched on; all that effort practicing with different fruits, her fingers, and other tools was finally paying off, and it was intoxicating.

Her dripping, ready womanhood was eager to the point it ached, feeling her heartbeat in its swollen form. Lysa had not felt this ready since Martinez had first teased her after his first test several months ago.

But then she was begging, near demanding him to bed her. Now she was in control, and for his safety, she could not lose it, not slip her hand down and finger herself, not bring herself closer to climax.

That she could only give unto him in a way she had never felt before made each moment agonizing and equally spirituous.

Each time his cock pressed against the deepest part of her throat, she felt damn near drunk on the edge, wanting to bite her love. But she could not–despite her desires and nature demanding so.

She wanted Martinez to grab her, shove her against the wall, and make her legs weak while she clamped her jaws on his shoulder. Treating her with that unique caring dominance, he always treated her too, making her feel oh so loved and safe.

But knowing she could not have pleasure herself or stop now giving unto him made each breath all the more intoxicating. Her pride would not let her give up now-she had to finish this.

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Martinez was close to painting her throat white, something she could tell by the salty taste of his pre-cum teasing her pallet.

Pulling back on the throttle slightly, just to tease Martinez a bit and gauge her performance, she went up on his cock, releasing it from her velvet mouth, stroking its now spit-slick surface and admiring Martinez’s reaction.

Her Human looked at her with damn near puppy dog eyes, as if he was pleading for her to continue and not just stroke his dick so slowly she could feel his heart racing.

“I thought you had never done this before,” Martinez squeezed out through ragged breaths.

“I have never. I must be passing my oral exam with flying colors—At least based on your face,” Lysa winked before kissing his cocks tip. “I am faring well?”

“Gods, yes. I’m already close,” Martinez replied, rubbing his hand on her soft cheek, her dimple revealing as she smiled. “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”

“I intend to see this through Ruh'ah; I wish to feel it all,” Lysa purred before welcoming his cock back into the plush prison that was her mouth.

Lysa grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking the bottom and massaging his balls while she unleashed lewd fury upon his member.

When one part of her beatific mouth slowed, every other part increased its efforts to drive him into a blissful fog.

Lysa's ferocity increased as her body begged Martinez to fill her mouth with his hot seed. Just the sample of his precum rolling down her throat was making her mouth water, only causing her blow job to be all the more slick and impassioned.

That slight increase in speed was what it took for Martinez to give her what she wanted.

Martinez grabbed the bench hard enough that his knuckles went white, following Lysa's instructions to let her handle things.

At the same time, an arching pleasure shot from his groin throughout his body, making every muscle tense and scream in joy.

Lysa was not slowing down and pleased her Human as hot thick cum poured into her mouth with each cock twitch. She sucked, pulling more cum from him than she had expected, keeping Martinez’s bliss high until he released the bench and sat there panting.

Once Martinez had settled and stopped painting Lysa’s mouth as white as her skin, she released his member and sat between his legs.

He watched in awe as Lysa rolled his cum in her mouth for a few moments, sampling it like a fine wine. It was odd; from her reading, she had expected it to taste like salt, but it was not quite like that. It was almost nutty, reminding her of his blood's full fatty flavor.

Lysa noticed him staring as she pondered the taste. She smirked, knowing he was not expecting her to do that, so before swallowing his seed, Lysa opened her mouth and let him see her reward for the effort.

That was beyond sexy. Martinez had never had anyone give good head before, and now Lysa was reveling in what she had done.

She swallowed, lightly moaned and clambered into his lap, wanting to be closer to her love.

She paused once she straddled him. "Was my performance acceptable?” she whispered, pressing her supple chest against his.

“That was amazing,” Martinez replied, bringing his lips to hers, holding her close, uncaring of how sweaty they were.

While they kissed, the fire burning in Lysa only grew; while it always burned for her Ruh'ah, now she needed Martinez to take her.

She was about to break the kiss and ask, but Martinez was already a step ahead of her, knowing her desires and tendencies without words being needed.

Using some of his Jujutsu skills, Martinez twisted them around in a flash of movement. Lysa ended up against the wall, the hot surface just warm enough to cause slight pain but not enough to truly harm her.

He pressed his slick body against her, taking her breath away as she gave into his forceful care.

“By the stars, yes!” Lysa gasped as Martinez’s rough hand pinned her hands over her head while his other slowly kneaded her breast, the rough texture causing her back to arch in pleasure.

“Relax, I got this from here,” Martinez whispered before kissing Lysa deeply, their tongues writhing against each other. Each blissfully enjoyed the other's candy-sweet spit and comforting presence.

Lysa squeaked in anticipation, nodded, and writhed as Martinez pulled one of Lysa’s legs between his, spreading her wide open.

After the last ten minutes of sucking Martinez off and denying herself physical pleasure, she was wet, to the point she could feel her love dripping down her ass and onto the pinewood bench.

“Henry—Please—let–me,” Lysa pleaded through her rapid breaths, wanting to have his blood rolling down her throat.

Martinez smirked and moved so he was upright, letting her crane her head and Mordain. Without hesitation, Lysa licked at his skin, finding the salty sweat to be a fun pallet cleanser before his rich, full-bodied blood.

Just as Lysa began to gently bite Martinez, letting his blood flow, he rolled his fingers across her throbbing clit. Wracking her body with pleasure, enough to have her teeth sink deep, far deeper than she intended.

Martinez winced surprised by her latching onto him like a vice and would have commented but she moaned and backed off slightly her teeth leaving bloody holes for her to drink from.

Moving his fingers along her wet womanhood, Lysa tried to shift her hips forward, bringing him inside. But Martinez pushed back with his total weight, doubling down on pinning her to the wall, making her gasp and stop drinking his blood.

“Plea—please,” Lysa damn near begged, licking at his bleeding wounds, barely able to keep her thoughts straight.

Martinez did enjoy teasing Lysa, but now was not the time for that. She had shown her care, and it was his turn.

Not wanting her to wait any longer, Martinez pushed a finger into her sodden, tight pussy. Her body welcomed him in without question; the moment he started to push inside, she clenched and pulled his finger deeper, lightning pleasure spreading through her core.

Unlike Lysa, who favored slow, meticulous motions, Martinez used short, quick hand movements to keep Lysa on edge. Be it in and out, rotations, or a come-her-gesture, each brought louder and louder moans, matched in intensity by how Lysa squirmed in bliss.

Lysa’s body was not just squirming; no, her wet tunnel was collapsing and squeezing tightly. Each time his fingertip found the furthest reaches of her womanhood, he pressed her against the wall, making her struggle to breathe in the overbearing heat of the sauna.

Each moment was pure bliss; Lysa’s body burned like fire. Slick love poured out of her faster and faster, her volume shaking the pine boards Martinez pressed her body against.

It was all too much—far too much.

“Fuck!! Bite me!” Lysa screamed to high heaven, feeling the end coming any moment.

Obliging her tastes, Martinez bit her neck, just hard enough to make her pale skin pink. That did it. Lysa Thrashed like an animal and howled in ecstasy as wet love poured out of her, soaking Martinez’s palm.

As Lysa’s high slowly passed, she shuddered, breathing in the saturated air, struggling to regain her sensibilities in the heat. Eventually, her four red eyes meekly fluttered open, landing on Martinez, who smiled lovingly at her.

“Welcome back,” Martinez teased, letting her hands go.

Without wasting a moment, Lysa draped her arms over his shoulders and hugged Martinez, with him pulling her off the wall so he could do the same.

They clung to one another as their bodies gradually calmed down from their little romp. After a while of snuggling, kissing, and Mordain ensuring each had their needed tender aftercare, Martinez stood up and stumbled slightly.

He knew they had been in the sauna for far longer than recommended. They have been in the sauna for almost an hour at this point, and that time limit was before you included that they were doing far more than just relaxing.

She also tried to stand, but her legs halfway buckled underneath her. She was still feeling like jelly after Martinez’s love brought her such bliss.

He quickly supported her and chuckled, one she joined in with. Neither was upset about it; it was just funny how they were always there for one another, even in these little ways.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” Martinez said, rubbing his hand on her back, “I think we both could use it.”

“Indeed,” Lysa smirked, feeling fulfilled at this point.