Chapter 120: French Kissing 101 (R-18)
"Enough with the finger..." Max said, pulling it from her mouth.
He gently held her jaw as he leaned closer, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.
"Now, suck my tongue..."
Max pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, catching Yennefer completely off guard.
The suddenness of it made her pull her face away from his hands, and she stopped moving her breasts altogether, leaving his penis caught between them.
She stared at him with a mixture of surprise and irritation.
"Why are you so eager to shove everything down my throat?"
Max smirked as he reached for her face again.
"I was just kissing..."
Yennefer immediately rubbed her lips with a finger, giving him an unimpressed look.
"That wasn’t kissing. You shoved your tongue straight into my mouth, then told me to suck on it." She frowned. "Even if you want to call that French kissing, that was a terrible version of it."
"It’s not..." Max said, looking slightly offended.
As far as he was concerned, he’d simply been demonstrating what he considered the best way to kiss.
"Here," he said, leaning closer with a confident grin. "Give me your tongue. I’ll show you."
Yennefer meekly pushed her tongue forward, though leaving her mouth completely open turned out to be a mistake.
Max immediately took advantage of the opening, pressing his tongue against hers and pushing it back into her mouth.
This time, he kept a firm hold on her face, preventing her from pulling away as easily.
He continued the kiss, drawing her tongue against his while encouraging her lips to move with his.
This was nothing like the kind of kisses Yennefer remembered.
Then again, it had been so long since she’d kissed anyone like this that she wasn’t even sure her memory could be trusted anymore.
Age had a strange way of changing a person.
Some things became harder to care about.
And apparently, embarrassment was one of them.
Yennefer simply didn’t feel the same hesitation she might have had when she was younger. Seeing a man’s naked body no longer carried the same shock, nor did allowing someone to see her own.
Perhaps that was one advantage of getting older.
There were fewer things left that could genuinely embarrass her.
The wet sounds of the kiss, mixed with the occasional breathless moan escaping her, made Yennefer unexpectedly self-conscious.
It was fortunate that she’d sent all the servants home. None of her family were usually around at this hour either, so there was little chance anyone would overhear them.
’This feels so weird...’
Yennefer could feel Max drawing her tongue into the kiss, guiding the rhythm while his lips moved against hers. Every so often, he lingered against her lower lip before returning to the kiss.
She wasn’t sure what was stranger—the fact that she was letting him kiss her like this, or how quickly she’d stopped thinking about pushing him away.
For someone who’d spent years believing she’d already experienced everything worth experiencing, Max was proving surprisingly good at finding new ways to make her question that assumption.
Yennefer tried to pull back, or at least regain some control over the kiss, but the sensation left her feeling so overwhelmed that she couldn’t quite put it into words.
Her only real strategy was to keep moving her breasts, hoping that if she made Max finish sooner, she’d finally get a break from his relentless tongue.
Max’s hands remained on her breasts as well, occasionally teasing her nipples while he continued the kiss.
Eventually, he finally pulled away.
Yennefer was left breathing heavily, her lips parted and her eyes slightly dazed.
"See? Not so bad..." Max said with a satisfied grin.
He glanced at her still-open mouth before adding,
"From now on, greet me with kisses like that."
Doing perverted things like blowjobs or sex on a fixed schedule wasn’t necessarily erotic by itself. Yennefer and Zerena might even have been the type of people who preferred things to happen naturally.
Max, however, was different.
He genuinely enjoyed arranging his day around those activities.
Whether it was scheduling time for them or simply finding excuses to make someone do something perverted, Max found the planning itself strangely satisfying.
For him, it wasn’t just about what happened.
It was about knowing exactly what he was going to get up to next.
It made a little more sense when Max thought about his previous life.
A surprising number of the games he’d played had characters who behaved similarly. Many of them used some kind of system that allowed the player to train female NPCs, assign them different behaviors, and even set rules for how they would act.
Maybe that was why Max found the whole idea so satisfying.
He liked having a plan.
He liked setting rules.
And, perhaps most of all, he liked knowing exactly what he wanted someone to do and when he wanted them to do it.
Yennefer seemed to understand that now—or at least she was beginning to.
She glared at him while continuing to move her breasts up and down, the faint scent of his semen started linger on them.
"If you want to finish more than once, do it quickly," she muttered. "I don’t have all day..."
"Then say it," Max said, leaning closer with a mischievous grin. "Say, ’Please dump your cum between my big brown tits.’"
He tilted her face upward until she was forced to meet his eyes.
Max’s expression was full of amusement.
Yennefer’s was considerably less friendly.
’This brat...’
She was beginning to wonder whether she was ever going to get a chance to learn potion making at this rate. Right now, all Max seemed interested in was twisting her nipples and treating her breasts like they were his personal playground.
She kept her anger under control.
She’d already given him far more than she’d originally intended as part of their deal. If she pushed him away now, she’d simply lose the opportunity to obtain the knowledge she’d been after without getting anything in return.
And there was still the mysterious person behind Max.
Yennefer had no idea who they were, what level of power they possessed, or how much influence they might have.
She might have wealth.
She might have connections.
But wealth alone didn’t make her powerful, and she certainly didn’t have enough powerful allies to feel confident protecting herself from someone whose strength she couldn’t even begin to estimate.
So, for now, Yennefer swallowed her irritation.
There were some battles worth enduring a little humiliation to win.
Yennefer stared straight into his eyes, her teeth clenched as she forced the words out through a tone thick with irritation.
"Please dump your cum in my big brown tits..."
Max couldn’t help looking amused.
The anger in her voice only made the moment more satisfying to him. And, judging by the reaction of his penis, his body seemed to agree.
Yennefer noticed it too.
Her eyes dropped toward her breasts, then toward the penis still nestled between them.
"See?" Max said with a smug grin. "It works..."
"Fucking degenerate..." Yennefer muttered under her breath.
If anything, she looked even more annoyed now.
Not because she said it cause it worked, watching her endure the humiliation of saying something she clearly didn’t want to say was enough to turn Max on even more.