Chapter 174 – Passion For Two
As soon as Sohen and Valkyrie found themselves next to a hotel that was all too familiar to the young man... the protagonist realized that his encounter with the platinum-haired girl would end in sex.
Standing next to that "legendary" bed, in a no less "legendary" hotel room, he made one important decision and was ready for the "show" that was about to unfold...
Just as the young man’s gaze was fixed on the evening cityscape hidden beyond the window, the bathroom door quietly swung open, and a beautiful young woman stepped out, her medium-length hair white, wavy, and voluminous.
(~sound of a door opening)
- (Valkyrie). "..."
She was wearing only a single white hotel towel, tightly wrapped around her body under her armpits.
Her hair was damp, slightly darkened by the water, and fell in heavy, wavy strands over her shoulders and back, leaving wet trails on her skin.
This time, she wasn’t wearing that flashy makeup.
After her bath, her face looked fresh and clean, with a light, natural blush on her cheeks.
(So this is what her face looks like without makeup... To be honest, I like girls with an alternative style, but in Valkyrie’s case... natural beauty suits her better.)
Her facial features without makeup were softer, but hadn’t lost their sharpness.
High cheekbones, the distinct curve of her full lips, clear skin with barely noticeable freckles on her bridge.
And her eyes... her eyes were red — a deep, rich red, which looked almost unreal in the warm light of the room.
They were looking straight at him — calmly, confidently, and without a hint of embarrassment.
- (Me). "..."
(Last time I didn’t really get a good look at her body, but now... Wow.)
Valkyrie’s towel was barely doing its job.
Her F-cup breasts strained against the fabric at the top, casting a deep shadow between them.
With every calm breath she took, they rose and fell noticeably.
Her slender waist stood in sharp contrast to her wide hips.
Her buttocks were large, round, and heavy... the towel at the back was stretched so tight that her shape was fully visible, with only a narrow strip of fabric remaining at the bottom.
Her legs were long and smooth, with skin still damp and softly glistening.
A few drops of water slowly trickled down from her collarbones, disappearing beneath the edge of the towel.
- (Valkyrie). "..."
She paused in the bathroom doorway, one hand barely holding the edge of the towel against her chest, and simply looked at him.
- (Me). "..."
- (Valkyrie). "..."
When their gazes met, there was a brief silence, broken by the young beauty’s confident words:
- (Valkyrie). "Have you been missing me these last ten minutes?"
- (Me). "Yes..."
- (Valkyrie). "Oh? I didn’t expect that answer. I thought you’d... ’put up a fight,’ but looking at you, it seems you’ve accepted the fact that you won’t be leaving here until I’m completely physically satisfied."
- (Me). "You’re right. Since we’re already here, it would be a shame to leave without a little physical satisfaction."
- (Valkyrie). "Hehe..."
- (Me). "Then let me take a shower, too. I worked up a bit of a sweat during our walk, so..."
- (Valkyrie). "No way. The fact that you’re sweaty is great, hehe. Have you forgotten something about me?"
- (Me). "..."
(Oh, right. She has a scent fetish. Well, then, the only thing left to do is...)
- (Valkyrie). "Sohen..."
Valkyrie slowly raised her hand to the knot of the towel tucked under her armpits.
Her fingers found the edge of the white fabric and caught hold of it.
The platinum-haired girl paused briefly, as if deliberately giving Sohen one more second to look, and then pulled it with one short, confident motion.
The towel slid down her body, caught briefly on her thighs, and fell softly, heavily to the floor near her bare feet.
- (Me). "..."
(And here’s what the candy wrapper was hiding.)
The air in the room seemed to grow thicker and heavier in an instant.
Without the towel, her figure was fully revealed, and she turned out to be exactly the kind of woman you’d find in a porn novel.
The beauty’s F-cup breasts were heavy, full, and perfectly round.
They rose slightly as she took a slow breath and sank just as slowly.
Her nipples were pink, already slightly hardened from contact with the cooler air in the room.
Her areolas were neat and medium-sized.
The skin beneath her breasts remained smooth, without a single wrinkle or mark from her underwear.
Her stomach was flat and soft-looking, with a barely noticeable vertical line.
- (Me). "..."
Her thighs were wide, strong, and feminine, with a smooth transition from her waist, and between them — a completely smooth vagina.
Not a single hair.
Absolutely bare and smooth skin.
- (Valkyrie). "..."
Valkyrie stood calmly, letting him look as long as he needed to.
Her red eyes looked straight at him without shame or embarrassment, only with quiet, confident curiosity.
She saw his gaze glide over her body, and seemed to derive a distinct, calm pleasure from it.
- (Valkyrie). "Hehe..."
Valkyrie took a step forward.
Then another.
The floor was warm beneath her bare feet.
The beauty moved right up close to Sohen.
Her breasts brushed against his.
She raised both hands, placed them on his shoulders, slowly slid them down to his chest, and pushed him sharply and with considerable force.
- (Me). "???"
Sohen didn’t have time to brace himself.
His back hit the mattress softly but firmly.
He found himself on his back, slightly surprised by the suddenness of the movement.
The bed springs creaked quietly under his weight.
Before the young man could sit up or even say a word, Valkyrie had already swung one leg over his hips and sat on top of him.
Her naked body was warm and still slightly damp from the bath.
Her thighs clasped his sides tightly.
The girl’s heavy buttocks pressed down on his stomach and upper thighs with all her weight.
Valkyrie settled herself more comfortably, shifting forward slightly, and for a moment, Sohen distinctly felt the soft, warm touch of her smooth vagina through the fabric of his jeans... she was already a little wet.
Valkyrie leaned in close and...
- (Valkyrie). "Hah..."
(~sound of a kiss)
At first, her lips barely brushed against his.
The kiss was slow, almost cautious, as if she were giving him one last chance to pull away or say something, but Sohen... didn’t resist his own hormones and responded in his own style.
His hands rose of their own accord from the mattress, rested on her waist, slid lower along her smooth skin, and firmly gripped her large, firm buttocks.
His fingers sank deep into her soft flesh.
- (Valkyrie). "Hahh♡..."
Valkyrie exhaled quietly, almost inaudibly, right into his mouth and immediately deepened the kiss.
Her tongue glided over his lower lip, then boldly penetrated deeper.
She was kissing with more confidence and more passion now.
Her head tilted slightly to the side for comfort.
Her heavy breasts pressed fully against his chest... so soft, so hot, with hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.
- (Valkyrie). "Huhh... Haah..."
The kiss was rapidly losing all restraint.
Valkyrie began to slowly move her hips, rubbing against the already firm outline of his cock through his jeans.
At the same time, she kissed him deeper and deeper.
Her tongue explored his mouth, touched his tongue, retreated for a moment, and advanced again.
Their saliva mingled.
Both of their breaths grew heavier and more ragged.
- (Me). "Ugh..."
Sohen kissed her back with the same intensity.
One of his hands still held her buttock firmly, clenching and unclenching his fingers, while the other moved higher up her back, buried itself in the still-damp hair at the nape of her neck, and pulled her head even closer.
Their teeth occasionally brushed against each other.
Their lips quickly swelled from the intensity and duration of the kisses.
...
A little more time passed, and the kiss turned into something almost animalistic.
- (Valkyrie). "Huuuh... Ahah... Uhha♡..."
- (Me). "Uhh... Ahh..."
They no longer pulled away from each other, not even for a fraction of a second.
Their mouths were wide open.
Their tongues intertwined deeply, wetly, and insatiably.
Valkyrie moaned softly and hoarsely right into his mouth, and that sound only spurred him on even more.
Her hips were moving more rhythmically now, pressing harder against him, sliding back and forth.
Sohen felt his cock straining painfully — almost to the point of pain, against the tight fabric of his jeans, demanding freedom.
They kissed so greedily, so deeply and desperately, that they almost completely forgot how to breathe.
The air between them was running out.
Valkyrie’s chest rose and fell heavily and raggedly, still pressed tightly against him.
Her fingers dug first into his hair, then into his shirt collar, crumpling the fabric, then returned to his hair and clenched tightly.
Sohen held her hips so tightly that white crescent marks from his fingernails were surely already left on her delicate skin.
Neither of them wanted to be the first to pull away.
The kiss went on and on, growing wetter, hotter, and more passionate.
The only sounds in the room were their heavy, ragged breathing, Valkyrie’s quiet moans, and the wet, lewd sounds of their lips and tongues.